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Your childhood best friend gets a femboy elf boyfriend and you rail him together

FemChubby!Reader x OC (Alex) x OC (Callon)

Alex/Callon's Main Story- More Modern Fantasy Setting Stories

This came out of fucking nowhere idk I just wanted to dom a femboy with a hot yallternative country guy while also having emotional baggage yk. Maybe canon? Idk yet! Tags: MMF bisexual threesome, dom reader, switch reader, femdom, strapon, degradation, fucking a femboy until he cries, callon sucks the strap, daddy kink, mommy kink, squirting, 69ing, light mind break, cum eating, spanking, feminization, american-small townish setting do NOT do this in real life it WILL fuck you up emotionally this is a god awful way to go abt a threesome irl

WC: 7k (estimate)

Your childhood best friend had gone away to college.

His name was Alex. You lived across the street from him, in a small mountain town no one had heard of; a town where there was one high school for the entire county, where the nearest hospital was an hour away, and where the sky was almost untouched by light pollution. You went to the same school, were in the same classes, did band together, too. Wherever you went, there was no doubt he wasn’t far.

No matter how your interests differed as you grew up, he was always by your side. He wasn't too different from other boys you knew in terms of interests, hunting and fish with friends on the weekends. He’d send you a photo of him holding his latest catch; the type that would make you cringe on a dating app.

🔴: :) pretty cool right? 🩷: Wow. Impressive. I've never seen anything like that before. 🔴: you can just tell me I look stupid and save both of us time

You teased him, but you still appreciated being invited over for dinner nightly, the homemade meals consisting of whatever he had caught. Even if you couldn’t make it, he was always at your doorstep the next day with a Tupperware container in hand.

He’d work part-time at his dad’s auto repair shop. You would swing by the garage when he was there, sitting on the concrete floor and just talking about whatever was on your mind as he worked. He’d bring you drinks from the soda machine, and the smell of gasoline became almost comforting; he was always happy to see you.

🔴: Thanks for coming by today, it made things go a lot quicker 🩷: Yeah of course, it's fun watching you work 🔴: No it's not LOL 🩷: Sure it is :D

What set him apart to you was how driven he was. He had a goal, a clear vision for what he wanted to do with his life; he wanted to be a doctor. One that worked with magic, the type that paid big money and could cure the uncurable. He wanted to go to a fancy school overseas, one he couldn’t even dream of affording on his own.

🔴: I don't think there's anything for me here, to be honest 🔴: I don't want to be fixing cars for the rest of my life, I want to do something worthwhile 🔴: Help people.

You were the person that drove him to the mall an hour away when he decided to get one of his ears pierced, hoping to keep it hidden from his parents; the start of an emo phase that never fully went away. You were his first kiss. His date to your school’s pathetic excuse of a prom. You were each other’s first…everything.

Everything.

And then, it was over.

At the start of your junior year of high school, he threw himself into his studies. He told you he cared about you, but…he needed to focus on school. It wasn't that he didn't care about you; he just had goals he was determined to achieve. Goals that didn’t involve you.

And you cared about him, so you took it on the chin. You wanted him to be happy, and he wanted the same for you.

When the mail came that fateful summer afternoon, you felt a pit in your stomach. You sat at his family’s kitchen table as he carefully opened an official looking letter, one marked with several stamps, the address printed onto the envelope.

He got in. Nearly a full-ride scholarship too. Before you knew it, August came, and he was gone.

You were still his friend, you still talked. Yet your feelings never quite went away. You dated other guys, fucked other guys even, but he was always in the back of your mind, lurking. You’d see him in dreams, in photographs, in forgotten marching band music shoved under your bed, his truck still sitting in his parents driveway.

He’d call sometimes, not often. It was expensive, after all. One day he called, and the conversation was nothing out of the ordinary; You talked about his classes, about hometown gossip. Then, he paused.

“So…I met this guy and uh…I’m bringing him home when I visit for winter break. I was wondering if you'd like to meet him."

You heart sunk to your stomach. He had told you he liked boys and girls, but that wasn’t what bothered you. It was the fact he was bringing anyone home that made your throat close up.

'It had to happen eventually,' you told yourself.

You were polite. You asked about the boy; how they met, how long they had been together. Generic questions.

He even sent you a photo; some bright eyed, blonde, Elvish twink you could snap in two. He looked artificial; long eyelashes, skin so smooth it looked airbrushed; like a supermodel a magazine was trying to make look relatable.

His name was Callon. A basic-sounding Elvish name. Uninteresting. The more you looked at him, the more you thought he resembled the type of people that would torment you in high school; the type that held their nose above everyone else. The type that would pretend to be your friend, speaking in a mocking, sarcastic tone as they'd 'compliment' you, as if you were too stupid to realize they were making fun of you.

He didn’t look like he knew anything about music, or guns, or hunting, or cars. He looked like he hadn’t ever worked a day in his life; the type of guy you would’ve assumed Alex would hate.

"So, would you want to maybe meet up with him when I'm back in town?"

Still, your curiosity made it impossible pass up meeting him. "Sure."

———

The three of you planned to meet at a local diner, a place that had seen plenty of after-show dinners and late night chats. You had arrived first; the bell hanging over the door rang, and you watched them walk inside.

Alex looked the same as you remembered; maybe a bit more stylish, no longer restricted by his parents, but still himself. His boyfriend, Callon, surprisingly looked almost exactly like the photo Alex had sent. He wore one of Alex’s heavy flannel jackets, along with a black pencil skirt and tights; definitely not enough to be comfortable in this weather.

You noticed he was a few inches taller than Alex; for some reason, you expected the opposite. The two of them sat down in the booth across from you, his pale, freckled face a bright shade of red from the cold air, pointed ears barely visible within the mess of blonde hair. Still, he managed a warm smile, giving you a little wave. “Hi! I’m Callon.”

You quickly learned he was…a lot.

He was loud. He had an obnoxious laugh. He had no filter. Just the simplest of questions made you a raise an eyebrow.

“So, Alex told me you guys met at marching band?” He didn’t look the part of a band geek.

“Yeah! Well, no, sort of. We met at a party first, and I was absolutely fucked up-”

Alex tried to cut him off, “Callon-”

“What? I think it’s sweet. Anyway, I was in this crazy k-hole when he came and sat with me. You know, made sure I was okay and stuff like that. It was really romantic.”

You nodded your head awkwardly, “Oh, that’s nice.”

“Yeah! We met up at band auditions a few weeks later, and then we hooked up in the bathroom-”

“You didn’t need to say that part,” Alex interjected once more.

Something like that did not seem like him. He had always been fairly reserved, hesitant to even hold hands or kiss in front of others. You couldn’t help but laugh, “really? In public?”

“Not my proudest moment,” Alex mumbled.

“Why not? I thought you did great,” said Callon. "He didn't tell me until like, a month later that that was his first time with a guy. Although I guess for him it wasn't that different... but I had no idea."

One thing was for certain; he loved to talk.

His boyfriend managed to subvert most of your expectations. He didn’t seem to care about what other people around thought of him. Even if he'd wind up on long tangents, he still asked you questions about your own life, and he seemed genuinely interested. He listened intently as you rattled off memories and stories of yours and Alex’s time together, asking question after question.

You had even pulled out your phone, showing him old photos you were surprised you still had. “Oh, this was after one of his track meets.”

“You never told me you ran track,” Callon said.

Alex simply shrugged, “I mean, I didn’t get a scholarship for it, so…”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t run for free either, fuck that.”

You kept going, "this was from marching band, this was from prom-"

His eyes widened, "wait, you both look so cute! I wish I could've done something like that, it looks like so much fun!"

"Your school didn't do prom?" Even your pathetic high school did some sort of an event. Whether or not it'd count as a prom was debatable.

"I mean, they did, but uh… I was busy, I didn’t get to go,” he awkwardly laughed. “But it always looked really fun, seeing everyone’s pictures and what not.”

Eventually, Alex got up to use the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone. Despite the constant flow of conversation, a moment of silence lingered between the both of you.

He tapped his fingertips along a warm mug of coffee. “Thanks, by the way.”

You raised an eyebrow, “for what?”

“For meeting with me. Alex told me a lot about you, and uh…about things before he left for school. I didn’t want to impose, or seem like I was trying to…” he sighed, “I don’t know. Just, thanks. I’m glad I get to learn more him, and where he grew up.”

You couldn’t help but be skeptical. “What’d he tell you?”

“Plenty of things. But he told me that he really cared about you. That…even if you guys went down different paths, he was glad to share those experiences with you, you know? That you were his first, and best, friend. I was kind of envious, to be honest,” he shrugged.

“Can I ask what you’re envious of? It’s kinda hard to imagine anyone being jealous of…” you stared out the window, looking out at old housed and poorly maintained streets. “This.”

“Honestly? It sounds really pathetic, but…I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. It wasn’t like I didn’t get along with anyone, but outside of band…my dad keeps me busy, helping him out with work.”

“What does he do?”

“He uh…he owns a casino. So there’s a lot going on, all the time, and I didn’t really have time to get close with anyone. I guess I always wanted something that was more than just…surface level.”

It was something you took for granted. Despite the lack of things to do in your town, it was undeniable you had friends that knew everything about you, and you knew everything about them. The late night drives, the Saturday morning diner runs, the basement parties; you weren’t sure what high school would’ve been like without those experiences. It certainly would’ve been a lot more dull.

“It’s also just quiet here. You can see the stars at night. I’ve lived in the city most my life, so…silence and stars are hard to come by.“

“I never thought about it like that, I guess. I always wanted to live somewhere busier, growing up,” you shrugged.

“We all want what we don’t have, right? But uh…grass isn’t always greener on the other side.”

“I guess that’s true.” He seemed honest, so you decided to speak your mind. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead, I’m an open book.”

“Why do you like him?”

He smiled, “he’s nice to me. I know it sounds stupid, like a super low bar, but…he’s sweet, he takes care of me, makes me feel like a princess. But not even just cutesy shit like that, he…he makes me feel like I matter. Like the words coming out of my mouth are worthy of being heard. I’ve never once doubted if he cares about me. I don’t think I deserve him, to be honest.”

You smiled; it definitely sounded like him. He was a giver, whether it was sharing his water with you at band practices, or fixing your car whenever something went wrong, he always seemed to take pride in taking care of the people that mattered to him.

Your mind wandered to your first time with him, and things started to make a bit more sense. You didn’t know it back then, but you enjoyed being in control, and Alex was the same.

That’s when the intrusive thought crossed your mind. You instantly tried to shoo it away, but it was too late; the idea was already burned into your brain.

His cute little boyfriend laying on his back, taking your strap while Alex fucked his face. He’d have the same red flush to his face like he did when he walked inside, maybe he’d even have tears in his eyes, moaning and whimpering as you and Alex pleasured him.

‘Fuck, I’m such a pervert. He’s sharing these sweet feelings with me, and I’m thinking of shit like this,’ you thought.

“You okay?”

You snapped out of it, looking away from him, your face hot. “Yeah, yeah…sorry.”

He leaned forward, a grin on his face. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

How could he know? Was it that obvious? “Oh…uh…nothing. Don’t worry about it,” you rested your head on your hand, covering your mouth.

“Well,” you felt his foot brush against yours under the table. “Now I’m worried about it,” he teased with a quiet laugh. “You had this look on your face. Like you were thinking about something you shouldn’t. I know that look.”

“I…”

“Looks like I’m right,” he grinned. “Now come on, tell me what you’re thinking about,” he said as he rested his face on top of his hands.

Your eyes briefly met, and the smirk on his face made it clear. You rolled your eyes, “you’re a brat.”

“I know,” he sang. “That’s what makes things so fun. You know…I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

Your eyes widened, looking back at him. “You can’t be serious-”

“I am. Well, I wouldn’t mind sharing so long as I’m still the center of attention,” he let out a laugh. “You’re giving me like, mommy dom vibes. Like…you’re assertive, you like being in control, but I bet you have a sweet side, too. Am I right? Or no?”

“You’re incredibly bold.”

He shrugged, “I guess. I have no shame. Worst that happens is you say no, and that’s that.”

“And Alex?”

“He’s always wanted to fuck me with someone else. But he didn’t want it to be a stranger, he doesn’t want me with someone he doesn’t trust. Cute, right? Although, if there’s any lingering emotional ties…then maybe it wouldn’t be a great idea.”

Your pussy was overriding your brain. “I mean…I don’t think that’d be an issue. It’s been years since we were together, and it was high school anyway. It wasn’t that serious.”

“So you’d be down?”

Your face was burning up. You nodded, “yeah, sure, why not?” You tried to mask your nervousness.

Of course, this was right when Alex came back from the bathroom. As soon as he sat back down, Callon turned to face him, tugging on his sleeve with big, innocent eyes.

“Would you let her fuck me? Please?”

Alex clearly was caught off guard, looking between both of you before realizing you hadn’t reacted negatively. He turned back to Callon, “you…you really need to learn to keep your voice down.

—

The answer was yes.

The three of you sat on the bed of a hotel room in a town an hour away; ultimately, both of you still lived with your parents, so for a rendezvous like this…this was the only real option.

“So,” Callon hit his hands on the bed, not having any reservations in sharing his thoughts. “I have daddy issues and mommy issues, so you’ve both got a lot of options.”

Alex let out a sigh, somehow not surprised. “I don’t know why I expected anything different from you.”

Callon disregarded him, continuing. “So like, I call him daddy a lot. Not even in like, a weird way, it’s just like…like…” he paused, thinking before moving his hands as he spoke. “You know how you go to the doctor, and they hit your knee with that one thing, and you kick your leg up?”

You raised an eyebrow, “a reflex?”

“Yeah! That’s like, me when there’s a cock in front of my face. Like that word just comes out, it’s like built into me.”

You turned to Alex, “Is that how reflexes-”

“No.”

“But-if it bothers you I won’t do that,” he nodded.

“I don’t mind, you call him whatever you want.”

“Okay, bet. Um…” he paused, thinking. “I can cum like, four or five times before I start feeling light-headed. Anything more than that and I might pass out. But I like being overstimulated, so like…” he shrugged.

The rumors regarding Elvish stamina were apparently true.

“You can call me whatever you want, good girl, good boy, either is fine, my gender is kinda all over the place. Just don’t call me a sissy. I mean, I like the idea of it, I just think that word specifically is cringe, it kinda just sounds weird to me. Like the word ‘moist’ sounding weird, you know?”

He was starting to ramble, repeating things he had already told you regarding his boundaries on the car ride there. Was he..nervous? He had been the one to suggest it, yet he just kept going.

“But I like being called a slut. And a bitch. And a whore. But I also like the cuter pet names too? I don’t mind watching either, especially if you tell me-”

Alex put a hand on his knee, “Callon?”

“That I’m a bad boy, and I need to touch myself to daddy, or some shit like that, that’s always fun.”

He repeated again, “Callon?”

“Especially if you say my dick is cute, that like, really gets me-”

Alex moved his hand to the back of Callon’s neck, gripping it tight. “Callon, be a good boy, and be quiet.”

That shut him up.

He nodded his head, setting his hands in his lap and quietly looking between you both.

“Good,” Alex said, taking the lead. “Now, you sit still and let me get these clothes off of you,” he whispered in his ear. Alex looked over towards you, then back at Callon. “Don’t just sit there, be a sweet boy and give her a kiss.”

Callon paused, and for the first time it looked like he had been the one caught off guard. He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you as Alex slid his hands underneath his shirt, pinching his nipples as your tongue brushed against his. You could feel him quietly moan throughout the kiss, your eyes open for just a moment to watch Alex’s hands wander further down.

You pulled away, watching as Alex pulled his partner’s shirt up over his head. His hands continued to move, tugging at the waistband of Callon’s skirt; yet even as Alex started to pull the skirt off of him, Callon’s eyes seemed fixated on your chest.

“Can…Can I…?” He mumbled.

“Can you what?” Alex interjected, kissing his neck and removing the skirt, revealing a pair of lacy black panties. He started to run his hand over the growing bulge in the fabric. “Go on, ask nicely. Be polite.”

He leaned back against Alex’s chest, squirming as he tried to respond. You decided to make it even harder; you took your shirt off, revealing your breasts and groping yourself before moving closer to him.

Alex moved his hands back to his nipples, and you took his place, rubbing the outline of his cock, a wet spot barely visible on his panties. “What is it? Something you wanna say?”

Alex was unrelenting, biting and pinching as Callon tried to sputter the words out. He bit his lip, stifling quiet moans. “C-Can I suck on your tits?”

You smiled, taking off your bra. “Go ahead.”

Alex loosened his grip on Callon, and he moved towards your lap. He laid in front of you, leaning over and sucking on one of your nipples, running his tongue across it. It was clear he was excited, his movements quick, as if he couldn’t get enough.

He squeezed them both with his hands, mesmerized by the feeling. “They’re so soft…” he mumbled as he swapped between each breast. As Callon groped you, Alex groped Callon, squeezing his ass before pulling his panties entirely off.

Alex put a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you show her how good you are at sucking cock?” Callon nodded, and Alex laid down beside you.

Callon moved between Alex’s legs, and Alex turned to face you, pulling you in for a kiss. It was his turn to grope you, caressing you gently and running his thumbs along your tits. He broke the kiss, feeling his warm breath on your lips. “There’s somewhere else I’d like to taste, if you’d like to get on top of me.”

You pulled away, finishing getting undressed before straddling his face. He held your legs against his head as he licked your pussy, moving his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the taste of you. You could just barely feel the prickles of his beard brush against your thighs. It was impossible to keep yourself from moving, wanting to feel more as you grinded on his face.

You found yourself looking down at Callon, who as instructed, had taken Alex’s hard cock out, licking it up and down.

That’s when you had an idea.

You waited for him to take his entire cock in his mouth, starting to bob his head up and down slowly, coating it in spit. You leaned ever so slightly forward, and pushed your hand down on his head. “You can do better than that,” you teased, forcing him further down.

He choked for only a moment, but managed to adjust. He looked up at you, eager for your approval as he inhaled the scent of Alex’s cock.

He seemed to want you to do it again.

You grabbed his head with both hands, and started moving it back and forth, as if his mouth were nothing more than a fleshlight for you to please Alex with. Despite the messy sounds of him choking, of spit covering Alex’s cock, you could faintly hear Callon moaning, savoring the taste.

You heard Alex moan in pleasure. Hell, you could even feel it, the slight hum almost vibrating against your pussy as he ate you out.

“You hear that?” You whispered to Callon, “he likes it. He likes feeling you choke on his cock.” You pulled his face up, watching as he took rapid, deep breaths. His face was covered in spit, his tongue out and panting like a dog. He looked pathetic.

You kept your grip on his hair with one hand, blonde curls in between your fingers. You tilted his chin up with the other. “Do you like that? Do you like choking on your daddy’s cock?” His eyes looked glossed over, as if he were in a trance.

He nodded his head, still catching his breath. He barely managed to speak, “yeah…”

“Good. Then do it again.” Before he could say anymore, you had moved his head down once more, moving him quicker.

The sensation was clearly getting to Alex, feeling him move his tongue much more erratically. He sucked on your clit, desperately gripping your thighs as he resisted the urge to thrust into Callon’s throat.

You moved your hips faster, feeling yourself getting close, a warmth growing between your legs. You let go of Callon’s hair, groping your tits to bring you over the edge. Yet even as you let go, Callon kept going, sucking Alex’s balls as you rode his face.

“Fuck!” You cried out, tossing your head back as you felt shockwaves run through your body. You lost control, bucking your hips erratically as you came all over his face. Alex held onto you tight, letting you use him as you rode out your orgasm.

You caught your breath, laying beside him as you watched him wipe his face away. Callon crawled over to the other side of Alex, staring back at his partner’s hard, thick, wet cock; as if proud of his work. Even though you had just came, the sight of it was almost irresistible.

Alex looked over at you, noticing your gaze. “Go ahead,” he smiled before starting to kiss Callon, the taste of your pussy on his tongue. You straddled his waist, your wet pussy dripping onto the tip of his cock. You lowered yourself down slowly, feeling him stretch you out as he gripped your ass.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he let out a quiet moan between kisses, turning his attention back to you as Callon rested his head on his shoulder, jerking himself off to the sight of you riding his boyfriend.

Your tits bounced up and down, and ever so quietly you could hear Alex whisper something into Callon’s ear.

“Just watch.”

He thrusted into you, your ass jiggling with each movement as you felt his cock slam into you. Callon moved forward, lapping at your clit and Alex’s cock, his tongue dragging across you each time you moved.

Alex smiled, letting out a quiet laugh. “You just can’t stay still, can you?”

Callon shook his head as he continued to lick your clit. “Uh-uh.”

You continued to ride him, the feeling of Callon’s clit on your tongue as Alex’s cock stretched you out was overwhelming, your juices dripping onto Alex’s balls.

“Look at you. So desperate for attention,” Alex said, pulling Callon’s hair. “In that case, here.” He turned back to you. “Why don’t you lay on top of him, if he wants to taste you so bad?”

Callon laid back down, and you got on your hands and knees, your pussy hovering over his face with plenty of room for Alex to fuck you. Callon spread your ass cheeks apart, eagerly moving his tongue back and forth. Alex pushed him away, thrusting his cock back inside you, dragging his balls across Callon’s face with seemingly little regard for him; just what he wanted.

He fucked into you faster, his entire length slamming into you. Your body shook with each thrust, Callon’s cock stood up in front of your face, ignored and leaking. It was a bit longer than Alex’s, but certainly not as thick.

You figured he’d done a good enough job; you slowly started jerking him off as you felt Alex’s balls slap against your pussy.

You heard a small whimper as you started to stroke back and forth; Callon had hardly been touched, but his body was warm, aroused and eager for attention. You moved forward, licking just the tip before taking the head in your mouth.

He let out another moan, but could barely speak, his mouth far too pre-occupied.

“Oh, he likes that,” Alex grinned, once again speaking for him. “Only give him what you think he deserves.”

Part of you wanted to keep sucking. The other wanted to hear him beg.

“I think he needs to earn it,” you teased, running your thumb along the slit. “I’ve only came once.”

“That’s right. Let’s fix that,” said Alex.

You laid back on the bed, holding your legs back as Alex moved you into a mating press. Callon sat beside you, sucking on one of your nipples and rubbing your clit as Alex lined himself back up with your pussy. He fucked you with little abandon, determined to make you cum. It didn’t take much effort to feel him right against your g-spot.

Your pussy gripped him tightly, your juices pushed out onto your inner thighs with each thrust. He looked down at you as he moaned, “feel good?”

“Yes!” You cried out, running your fingers through Callon’s hair as the sound of your wet pussy filled the room. Once again, you were being stimulated with your chest, your clit, and your cunt; you were about to cum once more.

He put a hand on Callon’s side for just a moment to address him, “I want you to lick her pussy when she cums, okay?”

He nodded, then quickly got back to work, still kissing and licking your chest as he rubbed your clit. You could feel yourself about to squirt, the pressure building as your g-spot was hit over and over. "Fuck, there, right there!"

Alex felt you getting even tighter, quickly pulling out and slapping his thick cock against your lips. He grabbed Callon by his hair, pulling him back and shoving his face in your pussy before you came, squirting all over his face.

“Good boy…” Alex cooed. “Lick it all up, that’s right.”

You couldn’t stop your legs from shaking as you came, Callon’s tongue making the sensation last. As you relaxed, Callon turned his attention back to Alex’s cock, haphazardly sucking it once more, unable to get enough of the taste.

“Oh, fuck,” Alex inhaled. He had been trying to hold back, not wanting to cum so soon; he didn’t have the same stamina Callon did. Yet Callon moved onto his cock so quickly, sucking his cock with enthusiasm, he couldn’t help himself. He pushed Callon’s head all the way down, letting out a grunt as he came down his throat.

Alex pulled his cock out, Callon happily giggling as he showed off the cum on his tongue before swallowing it.

Alex grabbed his face, “you’re getting bold.”

Callon was all smiles, a sly grin on his face. You knew exactly what he was playing at; he wanted to irritate Alex. He wanted to be punished.

Alex looked towards you, “normally, I wouldn’t let something like that slide-”

“Then don’t.”

Admittedly, your pussy could use a break. If that break involved watching Alex punish a cute boy, you wouldn’t be upset. “He knows what he’s doing,” you said sternly.

Alex gave you a warm smile, still holding Callon’s chin. “You’re right. I don’t know why he thought he’d be able to get away with something like that.”

You sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Go ahead. I’ll even help, if you’d like,” you smirked.

Alex looked back at Callon, who still maintained the same taunting smile as before. Alex was unfazed, “come on, get on my lap.” Callon did as he said, lying down over his knee. “Anything you’d like to say?” Alex still kept a gentle tone, rubbing his hand over his ass.

“Nope.”

His hand swiftly smacked Callon’s ass, evoking a yelp from him as he squirmed. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry daddy!”

“Did I ever give you permission to make me cum?”

“N-No, but-”

Another smack, and inspiration struck. You watched as Alex spanked him, over and over, his ass red and raw.

“Are you gonna be a good boy?” Smack. “Are you gonna listen?” Smack.

“Yes! I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry, I’ll listen, I promise.”

Alex pulled his hand away, and you held Callon’s face, addressing him. “Lay down on the bed. Now it’s my turn.”

He nodded, unsure of what you had planned before he got up. Sitting directly on the bed with his sore ass certainly couldn’t have been comfortable. You pinned his wrists over his head, straddling him, hovering over the tip of his cock. He seemed so fun to tease, you couldn’t help yourself. You moved your hips back and forth, your dripping pussy brushing against the tip of his cock. He let out a sharp inhale, the sensation overwhelming him quickly. “Oh, fuck, fuck that feels good…” he moaned.

“Someone’s sensitive,” you smiled.

“N-No…” he trailed off.

“That’s okay,” you slowly lowered yourself down, taking his entire length in your pussy, listening as he whimpered and moaned.

Then, you did nothing.

“Let’s just sit here for a bit,” you smiled, shifting your entire weight onto his waist, keeping him pinned down. “No moving, we’ll just sit right here.”

He seemed confused at first, but quickly realized his punishment wasn’t over.

Alex pet his head, “what’s wrong? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“I…” he whimpered, “I need…I need to move.”

“That’s too bad, isn’t it,” Alex leaned over and kissed you once more, taking his time running his hand down your back, all while Callon struggled.

You broke the kiss with Alex, looking back down at Callon. You leaned forward, your voice no louder than a whisper. “Now…are you going to be a good boy? Are you going to listen?”

His eyes widened, as if hearing the words ‘good boy’ in your tone activated something in him. After all, he’d heard Alex say the same words hundreds of times; hearing it come from you was different.

He nodded, “yes ma’am, I’ll be good, I’ll be good!”

“Don’t move. You’re just going to be mommy’s toy,” you tightened your grip on his wrists.

His lip quivered, he looked like he could cum from your pussy and voice alone. “Yes mommy.”

Alex moved behind him, simply petting his hair as you started to ride him, whispering inaudible praises into his ear. You weren’t rough, but you weren’t gentle either, keeping a steady pace as you fucked him.

His lips parted, unable to form words, only panting and whimpering before he started to beg. "Can I cum? Please, please mommy, can I cum?"

“That’s up to daddy,” you smiled, looking back at Alex. You had never considered a dynamic like this before, but seeing the panic in Callon’s eyes was intriguing.

“Hmm…” Alex thought it over. “You can cum, but not inside her. You’ll cum in my hand, okay?”

He accepted that answer, and you moved quicker, watching the expression on his face change. He let out a gasp, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

You got off of him, finally letting his wrists go as Alex moved to jerk him off. He came all over Alex’s hand, almost in tears as his cock twitched.

Alex held his cum-covered hand up to his face. “Good boy. Now clean up your mess.”

He didn’t even think about it, licking up his cum from Alex’s fingers.

“That’s right, nice and clean, make sure it’s all gone,” Alex cooed, Callon’s tongue moving all over his hand.

“He’s such a little slut,” you laughed, amused by how eagerly he ate his own cum.

“I think he needs a little more attention,” Alex noted. “Why don’t you go grab your strap?l

You nodded, grabbing the strap-on as Callon curled up in Alex’s lap, his cock wet, his body eager to be further played with.

“Poor thing. You’re so desperate,” Alex cooed, reaching over to the bedside table to grab the lube. “Let’s get you ready.”

Callon nodded, leaning back and holding his legs up as Alex spread lube across his hole. “Do you want your cock played with while you’re getting ready?” Alex asked, his tone sweet and casual.

He nodded, “yes please.” His cock was already half-hard again.

You returned with the strap on and moved your hand forward, only for Alex to stop you. “Go on. Tell her what you want,” he said as he slowly started to insert a finger.

“Can…can you please play with my cock mommy?” He let out another moan, Alex’s finger moving in and out.

You reached over and stroked his cock. “Of course. You did so good earlier.”

He smiled, watching as you moved. “Here,” you moved next to him, the strap in front of his face. “Get it wet for me,” you ordered. Callon opened his mouth, eagerly sucking the dildo as if it were a real cock, moaning onto it as Alex continued to stretch him out. “Good boy,” you said as you pushed it down his throat. “That’s it, suck mommy’s cock.”

“Just relax baby,” said Alex, both of you maintaining the same gentle tone, bouncing off each other. “You don’t want mommy’s cock to hurt you, do you?”

He paused, “No…”

“No,” he shook his head. “So just relax. Breathe in and out. Can you do that for me?” He moved his fingers faster.

He let go of the strap once more to respond, “yes daddy.”

“Good boy,” he spoke slowly, the words dripping from his lips like honey. “Look at you, show her how pretty your hole is.”

You pulled out of his mouth, and he held his legs back even further, showing off his stretched out, lubed up hole; ready for your cock. You moved between his legs, an eager expression on his face as he bit his lip.

“Tell me how much you want it,” you said as you rubbed your cock against his hole.

“Please, please fuck me mommy!”

He’d need to try better than that. “You can do better than that.”

“I…I’m sorry mommy. I just, I need something inside me, please-”

You grabbed his cock once more, this time your grip much more firm. “Look at me. You don’t need this. You just need this,” you said as you pushed the tip of the strap inside. “You’re just a silly boy who’s only good for sucking cock.”

He was getting desperate, feeling you fuck him with just the tip. “Mommy please, please put it all the way in,” he begged.

Alex sat behind him, Callon’s head resting in his lap as he pet his hair. “Be patient.”

“That’s right. You’re a good boy, right?” You pushed just a little further inside, pushing your hands on his stomach.

“Yes ma’am-”

“Say it.”

“I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy for mommy, I promise.”

You grinned, pushing the rest of the toy inside him. You watched as he gripped at his thighs, his fingernails digging into his own skin as he felt your cock bottom out.

You paused, giving him a moment to adjust. “Feel good?”

He nodded his head quickly, “yes! Yes, please, please, please, please move,” he pleaded, his cock twitching.

“I think you’re getting a little too mouthy,” Alex said with a quiet laugh, moving beside him and shoving his cock in Callon’s face. Callon didn’t hesitate, opening his mouth for Alex to use. “That’s better. Look how content you are, having both your holes being used.”

You started to move, listening to him whimper and moan on Alex’s cock.

“I think this is the best you’ve looked since you got here,” you laughed, quickening your pace. Even if you couldn’t feel anything, the look on his face told you everything you needed to know; he was on cloud 9.

“Faster, harder, more..!” He cried out.

You grabbed his legs, pulling him closer as you slammed into him as fast as you could. He griped onto the bedsheets tightly, his eyes brimming with tears; he was almost screaming despite being muffled by Alex’s cock.

You and Alex both exchanged concerned glances, and he paused, pulling out of his mouth. “Babe, are you okay?”

He took a moment to gasp for air, tears rolling down his face. “Why the fuck did you stop?!”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I was until you stopped!”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, taking that as your cue to keep going. You started to move once more before Alex interrupted you. “If you’re going to have an attitude, then we’ll do this a little differently.” Alex moved to take your place, and you took the strap-on off, watching as he man-handled Callon onto his hands and knees.

He didn’t resist, weakly laughing and smiling as Alex took control. Alex moved his arms back, pulling him deep onto his thick, cock.

You moved in front of Callon, spreading your legs and pulling his head down to eat you out. He moved his tongue haphazardly, struggling to focus on licking your pussy as Alex rammed against his prostate.

He lifted his head up, “fuck! I’m cumming! Daddy, I’m cumming! Fuck!”

“That’s right. Make a mess for me.”

Before he could respond, you dragged Callon’s head back down to your pussy, feeling him suck your clit as he moaned. You watched as he shot white ropes onto the bedsheets, his cries and moans once again muffled by your soaking wet pussy.

Alex held him by his waist, leaning down, “one more?”

Callon nodded, exasperated but still willing to go on. “One more.”

He pulled Callon down onto the bed, holding him in his arms before motioning for you to join them. “Go on, fuck her,” Alex directed.

His cock still raw, Callon buried his head into your neck, lining up the tip of his cock with your pussy, the pussy he so desperately wanted earlier but couldn’t have. He thrust inside eagerly, the warmth unlike anything you had ever felt. Just as he started to move, you looked behind you to see Alex spreading apart Callon’s ass and pushing into him once more. As Callon moved, he’d thrust into you, and fuck himself on Alex’s cock.

His asshole being pounded, his cock enveloped by your sloppy pussy, all three of you were reaching your limit.

Alex hadn’t came this entire time, holding back to make sure he could last. Yet he fucked him with so much force, you could tell he was ready to cum.

Callon seemed almost exhausted, his thrusts rough and erratic as he desperately felt your pussy squeeze him. He held your thighs tightly, now full on sobbing as he fucked you. “It feels so good, oh my god, fuck, fuck!” He whimpered.

“Cum with me,” Alex said in a raspy tone. “I’m so close, baby.”

“I am too! Im cumming, I’m cumming!”

You felt Callon shoot his load deep inside you, and quickly after that Alex came inside Callon’s ass. You all laid there, everyone clearly spent.

A silence lingered between the three of you, the only audible sound each person’s heavy breathing. You laid back on the bed, resting in between the three of them.

You’d definitely need to strip the bed, you all needed to shower, but first you took a moment to simply rest.

—

“He’s gonna fuck up his back if he keeps sleeping like that,” Alex sighed.

Nearly minutes after everything was over, Callon had fallen asleep, curling up as if he were a cat; his knees were tucked into his chest, his back awkwardly bent forward to hold himself tightly.

“Does he always sleep like that?” You asked with a quiet laugh.

“In that position? Yeah, he does that a lot,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to wake him as he ran his fingers through his hair. “He’s kinda messed up by the time difference still, I think. That, and he’s not used to waking up super early.”

“…When did you wake up?”

“Like, ten.”

“That’s ‘super early’?”

“Trust me, I’d usually say the same. He just works night shifts a lot, so a lot of the time he doesn’t get off until 3 or 4. His sleep schedule’s all kinds of messed up,” he mumbled as he looked down at him. The sheets were still wet and stained, the blanket tossed to the side as Callon sat on-top the bed. “He’s gonna get a fucking cold like this,” Alex groaned. “Here, I’m gonna grab him, could you do me a favor and grab the sheets? There might be an extra blanket or something, sitting in these feels kinda gross.”

You nodded, looking around the hotel room. You opened up the closet, and thankfully there were two extra blankets sitting on a shelf; no extra sheets, but enough to be comfortable.

Alex picked Callon up with little effort; the boy might’ve been taller than him, but he was much lighter. Callon stirred, wrapping his arms around Alex’s neck and mumbling something inaudible.

You pulled the dirty sheets off the bed, laying down the blanket tossed aside earlier before Alex set him back down. He grabbed the spare blanket, and rested it on top of Callon; a significant improvement.

You both laid back down under the blanket, Alex holding Callon close as you faced the pair.

“You awake?” You asked Callon.

All you got in response was more incoherent mumbling.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“He just needs to rest, I think,” Alex sighed. “I worry about him sometimes.”

“What makes you say that?” You asked as you propped your head up.

“He just works a lot. He’s always so exhausted afterwards, too. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed by all the people at the casino or something. Even for an extrovert, it’s probably a lot.”

“Working too much, where have I heard that before?” You teased.

He smiled, “now I finally get how everyone was so worried about me all the time. He doesn’t have any early morning classes at least, but sometimes when we eat before marching band, that’s his first meal of the day.”

“Well, he has you.”

“I try my best. I just…” he trailed off, looking back down at him as if to make sure he really was asleep. “I really care about him. I know it’ll get harder as school goes on, but…”

Would he put this boy through the same thing he did to you? To love you, only to abandon you for his dream? On one hand, this boy lived where he wanted to study; you wouldn’t have been able to move overseas. On the other…undergrad wasn’t all he needed to do. Would Alex drop him once med school applications came around?

You thought back to the conversation you had at the diner.

“I guess I always wanted something that was more than just…surface level.”

“But you’ll make it work,” you said clearly, phrasing it as if it were a direction rather than a suggestion. You knew deep down it wouldn’t have worked in the long run with him; the distance, coupled with how much he’d be devoting himself to his studies, would’ve made it impossible. It wouldn’t have just been four years, either; he’d stay there for medical school, likely get a job there, and only visit on holidays. Your paths had divulged, but you were content with…this. Whatever this was.

“You’ll make it work. He loves you, and it sounds like he’s not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he pet his head.

Before you could say anymore, you felt Callon haphazardly pull you into his arms, still asleep as he dragged you to cuddle with them. He clung onto you, your soft body comforting him as you laid in his arms.

“I’m glad he seems to like you at least,” Alex laughed. “I…I don’t think there’s any harm in all of us resting here a little longer.”

You nodded, exhausted yet content. “Yeah. Let’s stay here just a bit longer.”

Once again, I’ve gooned out. I love these boys so much you don’t understAND.

Did we really need all that exposition? No. But it was fun to write! Personally, I like a little lore in my porn.

Also, if you’ve already ready some of the other stories in this universe, then uh.

He didn’t look like he knew anything about music, or guns, or hunting, or cars. He looked like he hadn’t ever worked a day in his life; the type of guy you would’ve assumed Alex would hate.

eheh.

Anyway, if you want more of the boys, they’re in my modern fantasy masterlist above! Their prologue is something I’m lowkey really proud of, it details the year they met before all the other stories in that world take place (part 1 starts the same time as the others tho!).

Don’t wanna give too many spoilers, but lmk if you want more stuff like this or even more Alex centered stuff in general. I love my yeehaw man. I’ve only drawn him a few times, but I’ve drawn Callon a lot

I only have one drawing of them together, and it’s this

I love them. So much. There’s just so much lore abt them RAAAAAAAAG but thank u for reading!! I am. Still hyperfixated on them….

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eebeebackup · 10 days ago

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unfortunately i need rennyn to fuck chubby bunny hybrid reader during her heat and breed her until she looks like an overstuffed twinkie😞 just filled to the brim with his cum💔his freaky ass would be so into her heat like ‘fuck yeah you need me and i’m gonna ruin you😈’ (i like to imagine since it’s her heat, he thinks she won’t remember the things he says/does, so he tenderly takes care of her when she needs it and offers reassurance….bc god forbid he’s actually soft for anyone when they can remember it smh)

Bully x ChubbyBunnyHybrid! Reader: In Heat

I specifically held off on writing this until I started ovulating bc I knew I could cook up a meal if I was.

CW/Tags: hybrid reader, chubby reader, bullying, he calls you a bitch, breeding, omegaverse, brat taming, degradation, when I say breeding kink I mean like. Fr fr.

WC: written on the app idk yet 🧍‍♂️

“It’s not fun.”

That was the first thing you’d say when people asked what it was like to be in heat. Sometimes the questions were genuine, but most of the time they were just invasive.

You were sitting in the library with your…acquaintance? Rival? Bully? Friend? The title seemed to change by the day.

“It’s annoying, I can barely function when I’m in heat,” you continued.

Your ‘friend’ seemed unconvinced.

“Yeah, but you get an entire week off just to fuck. That’s far from annoying.”

“I mean, that’s what some people do. But I don’t have a partner, so my only option is to wait it out. It hurts, honestly,” you sighed.

“Why not go on suppressants if it’s such a problem then?”

“I can’t.” As a bunny hybrid, your body was incredibly sensitive to medication. It was sensitive to everything, to be fair, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. “I’m allergic to something in them. I don’t remember the name of it, it’s some niche ingredient you only see in heat suppressants.”

“Oh. Well, that sucks. You know,” he leaned closer, lowering his voice. “I could help you.”

“…Are you fucking stupid? You do know what the whole purpose of a heat is, right?”

“Yeah, but like, I’d be careful.”

“Right. Because that’s worked so well in the past,” you said sarcastically. “Listen, we might’ve gotten away with that before, but this would be like…literally playing with fire. Actually, no, this would be just sticking your hands in the fire and hoping you don’t burn yourself. That’s how dumb you sound.”

He rolled his eyes, “it was just an offer. Can friends not help friends?”

“No.”

“Fine. Be a bitch about it then.”

—

Just as you had predicted, it hurt.

You had tried everything, your body burning up despite laying in bed naked. Your right hand was about to give out as you pushed your biggest dildo in and out of you. You could make yourself cum, yet nothing enough to provide any actual relief.

You felt like you were about to cry, your mind in a haze. You looked over to your phone, lying on your bedside table.

You knew what you needed. You knew who could provide it. You knew the pain wouldn’t subside until someone had bred your pussy until cum was leaking out of it. You knew it was a bad idea too, but that didn’t stop you.

You grabbed your phone and called Rennyn, your…what was he this week? You weren’t sure.

“Hey.”

Just the sound of his voice was enough to make you squirm; desperation wasn’t a strong enough word to describe whatever you were going through. “Rennyn, I…can you come over?” You mumbled in a breathy tone.

“Oh, what’s this?” He laughed. “You need something?”

“I’m desperate, please, it hurts so fucking bad. Are you in public?”

“I mean yeah, but that’s not gonna stop me. Why?”

You bit your lip, “I just…I need you to come over. Please.”

“Hmm…well, I could come over.”

“Thank y-”

“But I don’t really want to. I’m kinda far from school, I had plans tonight, and…right, you called me stupid. Yeah, sorry, I’m booked. Good luck.”

“Rennyn, no, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please don’t go.”

“Aww, you’re begging. Alright, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to come over.”

“And do what?”

Normally, knowing he was in public would’ve stopped you, but this time you didn’t hold back. “I want you to fuck me. I just, I need to feel a real cock for the pain to go away, I need you to fuck me.”

“Oh. Well, why didn’t you say so? Give me an hour.”

“An hour?!”

“Yeah, an hour. I told you I was far away, or are you so brain-rotted from your cum addiction you forgot already?”

You couldn’t come up with a retort.

“An hour. I’ll see you then.” He hung up.

It was the longest hour of your life. Every minute, every second, was plagued with recalling memories of how he felt inside you. How he fucked you, the way his hands felt around your neck, the feeling of him whispering in your ear. It was almost enough to get you off. Almost.

You were so distracted you didn’t hear him knock at first. “Open the door, or I’m leaving.”

You rushed out of bed, your hand still sticky from your own juices, and you opened the door; still wearing nothing.

The needy look on your face, your bare figure, the scent of your pheromones; it was enough to make even Rennyn gasp. You rarely heard him stutter, “I…hey.”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him inside and slamming the door shut behind you.

He grabbed your wrists tightly, “oh no. That’s not how you get what you want,” he teased you. “Look at you,” he looked around the room, immediately spotting the dildos on the bed. “Oh, you’ve been quite preoccupied.”

“I’m sorry, it just hurts, I don’t want to waste time-”

“I’m not wasting time. I’m doing exactly what I planned on doing,” he said slowly. “Are you ready to listen?”

Normally, you’d reject such a statement. You’d say he sounded stupid, or flat out refuse. Yet this time, you were willing to do anything. “Yes, I’m listening.”

He smiled, “good girl,” he pet your head slowly. “Now go lay down on the bed, and spread your legs.”

You nodded, following his instructions before your hand wandered down to your swollen clit. You started to touch yourself, only for your hand to be slapped away.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“N-No.”

“That’s what I thought. If you’re going to be like that…” he looked around the room, finding a few hair ribbons. “This will work.” Before you knew it, he had tied your wrists to the bed.

He moved between your legs, and even the sensation of his breath on your pussy lips made you tremble. “So sensitive. Alright, tell me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock, please!”

“Alright.”

To your surprise, he undid his belt, taking his already hard cock out. ‘Was it really that easy?’ You thought.

“Now what?”

‘Of course not.’

“I need it inside me, I need your cock inside me!”

“Oh, sure.” He leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock on your soaking wet pussy. Slowly, he pushed just the tip inside. “Like that?”

You were starting to get frustrated. “Rennyn, come on, just fuck me!”

He moved, but barely, still just teasing you with the tip. “Come on, you’re smart. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock deep in my pussy, I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to make me cum!”

“There you go,” he leaned forward, thrusting deep inside you as he started to viciously fuck your wet cunt. You felt his entire length at once, slamming into your g-spot. “Is that what you wanted?”

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, your fingernails digging into his back. “Yes! Fuck, you feel so good, yes!”

He pulled you even deeper into his cock, your pussy so wet your juices splattered all over his clothes; he hadn’t even gotten undressed. “Fuck…” for the first time, you heard him moan. He had paused, he had mumbled words under his breath, but never before had you actually heard him moan while fucking you. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Your body knew what it wanted, what it needed. Your pussy squeezed him tight, keeping him inside you no matter how close you were to cumming. You squirted between his thrusts, making a mess of him as he continued to pound your pussy.

“Holy shit, I…I’m gonna cum. Tell me you want me to breed you,” he commanded, a hint of desperation to his voice.

“Please breed me! I need your cum inside me, breed my pussy, please!”

“Oh, I’m gonna breed you. I’m gonna knock you the fuck up,” his strokes grew faster. “I’m gonna knock you up, and keep this pussy all for myself. Would you like that?”

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. You’re gonna do nothing but be my bitch. I’m gonna ruin your fucking life.”

“Yes! I’m nothing more than your breeding bitch,” you moaned.

He tossed his head back as he came, loudly moaning and panting as he tried to catch his breath. He kept his cock deep inside you, still holding your legs up. “Wouldn’t want you to miss out on any of it,” he teased.

For the first time that day, that week, you found relief. Yet with that relief came exhaustion, your body limp and tired before you could go again. You were silent, letting out only little moans and whimpers.

He finally pulled out of you, reaching to undo your bindings. He leaned forward, his face close to yours. “You okay?”

‘HUH? That’s not Rennyn. Who killed him and took his place?’ He barely even looked at you after sex sometimes, much less asked if you were okay. “I…yeah. I’m okay.”

“Good. I was worried for a second,” he leaned down and kissed you. It felt nice, to be cared for, to be coddled. Yet from him…it felt wrong.

“What’s…what’s gotten into you? Why are you being so sweet to me?”

He shrugged, “cause I feel bad for you. Don’t get used to it. Although, you probably won’t remember it anyway,” he sighed, leaning down next to you.

“Could…could you hold me?”

He looked away for a moment, hesitating. He sighed, “sure.” You felt him wrap his arms around you, your back to his chest as he kissed your neck. You could get used to this.

You wanted to make the most of his rare, softer side. “I uh…I’m not done, but could we just sit here for a minute?”

He kissed your neck once more. “Yeah. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’d almost convinced you that knocking you up wouldn’t be the worst idea.

I know OG bunny hybrid was really pathetic but. Sassy reader my beloved. Get his ass.

Idk man. I just. He has a soft side. It’s less of a side and more like…a soft sliver. A soft 1/8th of a side. But when it’s there…it’s there :,) kinda wanna write him with a pregnant reader, cause pregnancy sex hormones go crazy. But also wanna really write some fluff with him. It’s a fun subversion.

Also if anyone wants to be on the tag list for this fucker lmk in an ask or a comment! I just realized I never said that. Oops.

Thanks for reading!

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eebeebackup · 10 days ago

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This isn’t a request, it’s more of some questions. How would rennyn (og and or modern) act with a shy daughter who struggles to ask him for things, whether it’s money or emotional support ? :O Would his soft side grow bigger?? 😩 bc you said he has, what, 1/18 of a soft side?? I forget.. but anyway. Would he like being a girl dad? What if he had twin girls?? Hmm…would he—if he had a girl first, and a few years later, a boy—favor the girl more?? 🤔🤔 Is he overall a good parent who wants to do right by his kids or would he give his kids scarring daddy issues bc of who he is fundamentally as a person? I’m so curious!!

GIRL DAD RENNYN GIRL DAD RENNYN YEAAAAAAAAAAH

Honestly I feel bad bc sometimes I see requests that are like, really fun, but my brain doesn’t brain. But I’m always able to just…yap. Like 99 percent of the time when I’m posting on here I look like this

Anyway.

Hmm…it’s interesting cause with a lot of these characters I have projects in mind for them that aren’t romantic/x reader stories; this blog is kinda my practice range, you learn a lot about a character when writing things like their kinks and how they behave during sex, funnily enough.

That being said, their flaws are much more apparent in those projects; here I kinda tone them down a bit because like, I still want reader to have fun, I don’t wanna emotionally scar you, but I also don’t wanna pretend they’re perfect either. It’s a fun line to figure out.

The only characters that don’t get that treatment are Alex and Callon, but that’s because they’re not x reader stories; you’re essentially just watching a car crash with a lot of gay sex.

This is gonna be a fun character study moment. Im gonna mostly lean on modern AU just because with the original story…well, I don’t think children born at war have a great time. And I want some fluff, god damn it!

While Rennyn is cruel and downright evil at times, I like to think that being a parent would force him to do a lot of reflection. Does that change how he acts away from his child? …no, probably not. But he’s more aware of what he does when they’re watching 100%. I think parenting is another fun thing to do with a character to learn more about them; that’s why I love the epilogue era stuff with Taleisin and the boys so much, it provides some interesting scenarios. Callon slashing tires because their kid didn’t get invited to a birthday party when everyone else in her class did will forever be iconic.

Rennyn himself has daddy issues and mommy issues; what a wombo combo. He’s also hurt a lot of people, including members of his own family, including reader. Yet…with his own kid, I think he’d see himself in them, regardless of gender; and I think that would scare the shit out of him.

He’s got issues, and his experiences certainly don’t excuse them, but they didn’t come out of nowhere. Despite what he is now, he once was just an innocent kid too; he’s not stupid, he knows the type of person he’s become. He doesn’t want that for his own kid.

I don’t think it’d be a sudden switch, like he holds his kid in his hands and everything changes. Frankly, depending on the temperament of the kid, those first few months could be really, really fucking hard. You’re both frustrated, you’re both tired, it’s rough.

I like the idea that at one point he raises his voice for whatever reason, and kid just looks at him and laughs in his face. A humbling moment, but also one that offers some perspective on what really matters. Little things would enchant him; their first smile, their first laugh, just typical kids being silly things.

Back to the original question, I’m kinda just writing my train of thought.

I think if he had a daughter that didn’t want to ask for help, he’d assume he’d done something so that she didn’t feel like she could ask her for help. We’ll be getting more into Rennyn’s parents in the next few chapters, but he never asked his own father for help, because he knew it’d be hopeless. Did he unknowingly do the same? It’d fuck with his head.

So, he’d probably try to subtly offer help before she needs it, just so she knows he’s there. I don’t think he’s great at showing affection in general, but there’s little things he does when she’s not having a great time; letting her skip school one day ‘just cause’, putting a new book or toy on her bed as a surprise for when she’s home from school, taking her out for a treat unprompted. Little things like that, you know?

I think he’d definitely try to teach her how to stand up for himself. He’s the pinnacle of “if they hit you, hit them back harder,” or “if you get in trouble tell them it’s because I told you to do it.” I’ve been writing some self indulgent epilogue era stuff, and I like the idea that despite all he says…she’s just too nice. She’s incredibly sensitive, and a bit of a crybaby. It drives him insane, but he does his best to comfort her regardless.

I also like the idea she’s one of those kids that cries at really stupid shit, and reader has to stop him from being like “…are you serious?” like she learns that the chickens she sees at the petting zoo are the same ones on her plate later. She bursts into tears, and Rennyn’s immediate reaction is something like “…well yeah, where’d you think it came from?” Which reader would immediately smack him in the back of the head for. Or he tells her she can’t wear mismatched shoes to school, and she just loses it. When she starts crying because he won’t let her touch a hot stove? Jesus fucking Christ bro is at his wits end.

Twins I’m not entirely sure about to be honest…I can’t think of anything too different from what I’ve already said, although I like the idea if one’s a crybaby, the other tries to piss him off on purpose. Just cause. That would be fun.

If it were a boy and a girl, hmm…I think he’d be way harder on the boy than the girl, especially if it was his second kid. He’d absolutely spoil the shit out of his first kid. I kinda see him as a one and done kinda person though, like he loves his kid to death, but uh. He doesn’t wanna do all that again.

Anyway, a lot of rambles, but I hope you enjoyed! I think I also lowkey just like taking badass or super hardcore characters and giving them a baby. I love domesticating characters.

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I think I’m ready to put this one down :D he’s so cute. I think painting is just kinda what I’m leaning towards, but I wanna keep working on making colors more defined

Bonus: bro had shit to do but forgot a change of clothes. Damn.

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DILF Mafia! Elf BF x Nanny! Chubby Reader Part 6

Part 1 -Part 2- Part 3- Part 4 -Part 5- Other Stories in This Universe

Synopsis: You learn more about Ronan's ex-wife, along with his morals, all while planning a fun day off for the children and their father.

WC: 4.6k

“So…what did you learn?”

You walked past him, sitting on the bed as he shut the door behind you. You shrugged, “I’m not sure. On one hand, he was a bit nervous answering my questions, but on the other…”

‘Sorry, kid.’ You figured clearing his name was more important than keeping his boyfriend a secret.

You continued, “his nerves could have come from something else.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, still leaning against the door.

“He said he’s seeing someone. Your brother doesn’t know.”

He looked somewhat relieved, yet it was clear he was still concerned. “I can’t say I’m entirely surprised. I’m glad I was wrong, but…I don’t know, that could pose a different issue. In the past, I’ve always been incredibly hesitant on bringing in outsiders, people that aren’t familiar with who we are and what we do. What’d he tell you about him?”

“Not much. He met him in band, but I didn’t get a name or anything.”

“Maybe I’m over-cautious, but…when you’re young and in love, it’s easy to let things slip. Does the boyfriend know anything?”

“I don’t think so,” you shrugged. “The kid knows the risk in what he’s doing it sounds like.”

“At least there’s that,” he nodded. “Anyway, I don’t plan on making a habit out of asking you to do things like this, but…I appreciate it.”

“I don’t mind. Although, I am curious. You said you’re hesitant to involve outsiders. In work, in your personal lives.”

“That’s right.”

“So…what changed? I’m certainly not related to anyone here. Unless you know something I don’t.”

He paused, gesturing for you to follow him. “Why don’t we head outside?”

He led you out to the balcony. As soon as the door opened, you were hit with a chill in the air as you watched him pull out a pack of cigarettes. He lit the cigarette, bringing it to his lips and taking a drag.

“You know, now that I think about it…it’s probably a little fucked up I hired a nanny before I hired a real doctor,” he said with a quiet laugh.

“I almost got into an argument with your brother about that. He said she’s ‘sort of’ a doctor,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Well…I guess you could describe it that way,” he shrugged. “On paper, Serena’s not qualified for the job.”

“I’d be curious to see what the qualifications are for a mafia medic.”

“More than you’d think. She’s a med school dropout, but she does good work. She gets the job done. Now, I have more than enough money to hire a much more qualified person for the job.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Two reasons. For one…most doctors don’t dabble in the criminal underworld, nor do they have any desire to. The money’s enticing, but for many the risk is enough to drive them away. The other…we know Serena’s loyal. That’s something money can’t buy, believe me, I’ve tried. She’s rude, blunt, and brash, but…I know if she’s needed, she’ll be there.”

You nodded, “I suppose sense. I imagine it’s like that in a lot of organizations like this one.”

“Yep.”

“So why did you take such a risk on me?”

He looked away from you and sighed, “I was desperate, I suppose. Managing work while raising the twins alone… I never expected it to be easy, even before Alice left.” He leaned over the railing, looking out onto the lake.

“Alice, is…” you weren’t sure if you should continue your thought, but… he was the one who brought it up. “Is that your ex-wife?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up, given…recent developments, I guess.”

She was still the mother of his children, feelings couldn’t change that. Still, if there were unresolved feelings, you had a right to know. “Do you still love her?”

“No. I don’t think she ever loved me in the first place, honestly. It was…sort of an arranged marriage,” he shrugged.

“Those are still a thing?”

“For powerful people, yeah. Not even just organizations like these, all kinds of wealthy groups do things like that.”

“And she was part of one of those groups?”

He nodded, “her father owns a private military company overseas, in Eldor. Most of our money isn’t made here, it’s there.”

“Why’s that?”

“Eldor’s a lot different than the rest of the world. Magic was only legalized there three hundred years ago. Not a lot of time, in the grand scheme of things. Many still view magic as dangerous, or going against the Gods, but that’s why we’re so successful there. When you deny someone something, they only want it more. Deny the people magic, deny the people drugs, and naturally you’ve created quite the demand for a magic-enhanced drug.”

At the end of the day, he was a drug dealer.

A drug dealer who was a caring father and great lover,, but a drug dealer nonetheless. You had heard countless adverts and stories on the dangers of using such substances, magically-enhanced drugs carrying far more intense risks than others.

His fortune was built upon the addiction of others, and you were benefitting from it. You weren’t sure what to say, staying silent.

“Sorry, I probably got a little bit carried away.”

“No, it’s alright. It’s just…well, things like this…it’s a totally different world than what I’m used to,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“I can imagine. Point is, I married her because it was a good connection to have, from a business standpoint. Made distribution much easier. Her being an assassin certainly helped. But…I tried to love her. I just figured that’s just what people do in these types of situations. For a while, she reciprocated. But with her line of work, sometimes you have to get your hands dirty, as my brother would say.”

“You mentioned murder’s a last resort. I can see how that’d be uncomfortable.”

“It’s not just the killing. A good assassin knows how to manipulate, to get information in a multitude of ways. Sometimes, those ways involve sleeping with targets. But it was part of the job. Can’t say I was a fan of that. ”

Your eyes widened, “I don’t think anyone would be.”

“You’re right, but…like you said, it’s a different world, one that doesn’t always follow the morals most are used to. According to my brother, my viewpoint made me too soft, I just needed to get over it.” He paused, looking back at you. “You said Callon told you he has a boyfriend?”

It seemed off topic, but you nodded. “Yeah. He said he started seeing him six months ago.”

“Huh, that’s interesting to me. Ever since Alice left, Finn’s been trying to get him to take her place. I can’t say I miss her, but…her work was valuable. The summer before Callon left for college, a year and a half ago, he was jumping at the opportunity to sleep with this senator, one who’s vote we needed to make sure stricter drug laws didn’t get passed.”

“…Why?” It seemed like a strange job opportunity to be excited for.

“I don’t know. Maybe he wanted to prove himself, maybe he wanted to be seen as an adult. No one liked it, but no one else we trusted fit the senator’s…preferences.”

“His dad let him do it?”

He nodded, “yep. I couldn’t think of any other options, so…I didn’t stop him.” He looked back over at you, “I know I should’ve. Should’ve come up with a different solution, should’ve challenged him further, hell, I should’ve proposed just killing the guy.” He shook his head, you hadn’t ever seen him look so tired, so…guilty. “It just reaffirms what I’ve always believed. I’m not letting my own children touch this business with a ten foot pole.”

You thought back to what you had overheard your very first day in the compound;

“Besides, just because I was alright with it once, did they think I’d be willing to do that kind of shit forever?”

“Alice did.”

“Well, Alice is a cunt, so there’s that. I mean fuck, what would I tell him? ‘Sorry I cheated on you, my dad needs blackmail material on a CEO, hope that’s okay.’ Yeah, no.”

“I don’t blame you if you judge me. I would too. I appreciate what you said before, when we were out on the docks, but…I think the longer you stick around, the more your opinion will change. And I don’t fault you for that.” The cigarette was gone, the end thrown into a nearby ash tray. “If you ever want to walk away, you’re welcome to. I have no interest in making you feel trapped in an environment like this.”

You shrugged, “can I ask you a question that might sound kind of dumb?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why don’t you walk away? You have more money than most can fathom, you have two kids, you’d never need to work again. Why not just…walk away?”

“It’s something I’ve thought of many, many times. Take my kids and just fuck off somewhere. If it were easy, I would. But it’s not just about me. It’s about people like Elewen and her grandson. People that work in the labs, that drive the trucks, that work in the fronts. Reality is, that’s the largest group of people that are on my payroll. They’re mostly innocent if you ask me, and I want to make sure they’re well taken care of. If I leave, and my brother’s in charge…I don’t know if he’ll share my same philosophy.”

“Is that why you assumed your brother was working behind your back?”

“Honestly…yeah. For the last eighty years, ever since I took over from my father, we’ve constantly clashed on how to run things. Don’t get me wrong, I want to leave, but I don’t want to put others in danger. Everything feels like a lose-lose situation.”

It was undeniable. He wasn’t a good person. Yet if he had taken over after his father, he might not have had any other choice but to live in the hell his family had created. You gently placed a hand on his back. “I’m sorry I can’t think of more to say.”

“Don’t be,” he started to relax. “Thank you for listening. I’m sorry I got a bit carried away.”

“It sounds like you need a break, if anything. Maybe…maybe you take a day off. Do something with the kids, something like that.”

“That’s not a bad idea. I don’t think I’ve done such a thing in…months. I have a meeting tomorrow night in the city. My brother and I are meeting with another organization. But after that…yeah. I think that would be good.”

“Here,” you moved your hand to his shoulder. “You do…all of that, and I’ll figure out something fun for the day after. It’s part of my job, after all?”

He laughed, “Is it?”

You shrugged, “who knows? But I’m offering, so…take me up on it.”

A relieved smile appeared on his face. “Alright, I will.”

——

You sat together at the kitchen table after dinner. You had sat in with their homeschool tutor once, and quickly learned that while the instruction was good, it was…plain. No arts and crafts, no silly stories just for fun, and rarely did they learn anything outside of the room they used as a classroom. With so much space, it seemed like a wasted opportunity.

You took it upon yourself to start planning more creative activities for them. To come up with something to do, you figured making a collage would be much more engaging than just looking up ideas online. So, you grabbed as many old magazines and newspapers you could find, and sat with them as they snipped anything that looked interesting, pasting the cut-outs on construction paper.

Amara’s was filled with pictures of stages and dancers, while Adriel’s was filled with zoo animals and ice cream cones.

Clearly, the two seemed to have different ideas on how to spend a day off.

“I think we should go to the ballet. Or see a show or something,” Amara said, using far too much glitter glue as she pasted down a photo of a ballerina. “Plus, it’s quiet, so Adriel would like it.”

“It’s not always quiet,” he said as he painstakingly cut out a photo of an elephant, holding the paper close to his face to cut cleanly along the edges . “Sometimes it’s quiet, and then it gets really loud really fast.”

“That’s why it’s fun!” She loudly exclaimed.

Adriel scrunched his face, but said nothing.

“Adriel, it’s okay if you don’t like the ballet. You’re allowed to like different things,” you said softly, hoping to encourage Adriel to speak up without dulling Amara’s excitement.

He paused, looking back at the empty paper. “I don’t think I like the ballet,” he mumbled.

Amara was unfazed. “Oh. Well, that’s okay.” Even if she came across as a bit intense, she always meant well. She looked over Adriel’s collage; while Amara had been cutting out photos and gluing them as she went, not a single drop of glue had hit Adriel’s paper. “Why haven’t you glued anything?”

“I wanna cut them out first, then decide where to put them.”

“Hmm…Wait, I have an idea,” she said, scooting a bit closer to him to look over the pile of cut-outs. “Can I use one of these?” She said, grabbing a cut out of a dog.

“Okay.”

She quickly got to work pasting down the dog, then trimming a tutu off one of the ballerinas she had cut out. She then glued the tutu on the dog. She held her paper up proudly to Adriel, “ta da! We could go to a ballerina zoo. Then I get to see dancing, and Adriel can see all the animals and stuff.”

She managed to draw a laugh from Adriel before turning back to face you. “Is that a thing? A zoo where the animals dance and stuff?”

With magic, something like that definitely would be possible, but potentially a bit unethical. “No, I don’t think so unfortunately,” you couldn’t hold in your own laughter at the thought.

As goofy as her idea was, it did raise questions; ‘going somewhere with cameras would be risky, but that rules out most of the city. They’ve gone out for ice cream before, little things in the smaller neighborhoods outside the city. They did visit their cousin’s college, too.’

There was lots to consider that you never had to think of before. ‘An amusement park would be a bad idea, too many people, plus Adriel doesn’t like noise. Maybe it’s better if we just do something here. But Amara seems like she wants to do anything but stay here.’

This was harder than expected.

You grabbed one of the magazines and started flipping through it, falling on an advert for an outdoor equipment store.

‘Camping maybe?’ There was more than enough space. They could set up a tent by the lake, and still be close enough to home.

“Have you guys ever been camping?” You asked.

Amara shook her head, “no. I saw it on TV once though. Is that when we sleep outside and eat marshmallows?”

“Yeah, something like that. Would you wanna give that a try?”

She paused, thinking it over. “What if I need to use the bathroom? Am I gonna have to pee outside?”

“No,” you laughed, “we’d be just over there,” you pointed out the window to a patch of grass by the docks. “So you’d just come back in here.”

“Will there be bugs?” Asked Adriel.

“Well, it’s starting to get colder, so there won’t be as many bugs.”

He seemed disappointed, glancing outside the window. “I miss seeing the dragonflies. I hope they’re okay…” he trailed off.

“I’m sure they’re fine. A lot of animals just go somewhere warmer when it gets cold here. It’s like their vacation,” you said as you gave him a comforting pat on the head.

“We’ve never been on vacation,” Amara shrugged.

Adriel quickly chimed in. “We went to the beach one time.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t count. We didn’t go very far.”

“When was that?” You asked.

“Hmm…” Amara thought. “I don’t know. I think…last Springtime. It was still a little cold, but it was fun. The sand was different there.”

Before Amara could tell you anymore, Ronan walked in the room. He was always well-dressed, but today he wore a suit jacket on top of his usual ensemble, a bit more polished than usual. “So,” he straightened his tie, looking over what the children were working on. “It looks like you’ve all been busy.”

You nodded, “yeah. I was thinking, about what everyone could do together. I thought camping in the backyard could be fun.” ‘Backyard’ was a bit of an understatement.

“That sounds fun!” Despite your conversation last night, seeing his eyes light up made you smile. “I do need to get going, but uh… you guys have fun, okay?”

The twins gave him a hug and said their goodbyes; all they knew was their father had a meeting past their bedtime.

He gestured for you to follow him as he walked closer to the door, out of earshot of the kids. “I’m not sure when I’ll be back, probably past midnight. You think you’ll be okay here by yourself?”

In a normal job, the question would’ve felt infantilizing; you weren’t a sixteen year old baby sitter, you were a professional nanny with years of experience. Yet with a job like his, who knows what could happen? You hadn’t learned how to shoot just to get close to him, although it was a nice added perk. “I’ll be fine.”

“Good. Well uh…” he awkwardly looked back at you, scratching the back of his neck. You weren’t sure if you should kiss him goodbye, or simply wave him off like you would any other employer.

He simply nodded his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

——

“I hate things like this,” Ronan mumbled under his breath, his breath muffled by the black surgical mask he wore to conceal his identity. The roaming escorts, the smell of smoke and alcohol, the people openly having sex on expensive leather couches; a far cry from the galas of his past.

“You say this every time,” Finn said as he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with the tip of his finger. “The days of doing business through garden parties and ballrooms are long over.”

“I’m not saying it needs to be like that. But this seems like a different type of extreme,” he scoffed. “You really think the old lady’s here? She always understood professionalism, I feel like this would give her another heart attack.”

Finn shook his head, “no. From what I’ve heard, she’s fully retired.”

“I didn’t know that was an option in this field,” he scoffed. “Good for her.”

“She had plenty of successors, so she called it quits. But anyway, I was told we’ll be meeting with who’s taking over.” Finn scanned the room, looking for familiar faces. “Oh, check this shit out,” he playfully jabbed him in the ribs, pointing towards a couch in the corner of the room.

Ronan turned his head to see a girl bouncing on a man’s lap, moaning as her partner gripped her hips. When the girl tossed her head back, the man’s face became visible; it was one of the retiring boss’s many sons. “That’s…bold,” he said before awkwardly looking away, shaking his head.

“Kinda looks like your new nanny. You might wanna get a longer look,” he teased.

Ronan kept his eyes forward. “Be quiet.”

“Come on, live a little. If anything, I should be more worried about professionalism than you are.”

“Yeah. You should. You’re the face everyone knows.”

“Believe me. There are people far more well-known than me doing far worse things than sleeping with a few subordinates. Now get that stick out your ass and relax. You’re an awful negotiator when you’re tense.”

Silence lingered between the two brothers as they waited. It wasn’t long before a few men escorted them out of the party, leading them upstairs to a dull-looking meeting room, only a few chairs and a long table occupying the space. It was a show of goodwill; a room like this was nearly impossible to hide cameras or bugs in.

Sitting at the head of the table was the same man they saw earlier; the one fucking the woman who vaguely looked like you.

‘So much for professionalism,’ Ronan thought.

The man stood up, holding his hand out to shake. “Dimitri Arzell. It’s an honor to meet with both of you.”

“Congratulations on the new job,” Finn smiled, maintaining a jovial demeanor as they both shook his hand.

“Thank you. I’m incredibly grateful my mother entrusted me with such a task.”

Ronan couldn’t help but be confused. ‘He’s so polite, but wasn’t he just..?’

As soon as they sat back down, it was right to business. “Now, I appreciate the alliance our organizations have cultivated over the decades. We share a common goal, and a common enemy. I hope to maintain that goodwill, which is part of why I wanted to meet with both of you tonight.”

‘He isn’t of noble blood, but he sure does speak like it. Is this some weird way of trying to appeal to us? Our background isn’t that much of a secret to anyone in the industry, I suppose. Still, it’s been eighty years since we lost our titles. ’

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Ronan responded plainly, hardly showing any emotion.

“Now, we both have our fair share of senators and officials on our payroll. And so far, our efforts haven’t been in vain. However, I’ve received some intel that I figured you’d find useful. Part of the reason so many of the proposed drug laws have been unsuccessful is due to lack of research.”

“We have quite a few involved in the University system,” Ronan said. “As far as I’ve heard, no one’s attempted an official study for the last twenty years.”

“Because you have the head of the research board on your payroll.”

Ronan smiled, “that’s right. It seems you did your homework.”

“Of course. And as you mentioned, your efforts have been successful. You control who gets funding, and who doesn’t. The problem however, is someone is looking to research anthurium who doesn’t need to acquire funding from outside sources. Someone who will be much harder to convince.”

Ronan raised an eyebrow, “who?”

“They say Dr. Velathil Nerixi is planning on conducting his own research on anthurium, on its interactions with blood magic. I’m sure that’s a name you’re familiar with, given your past at Magisters Hill.”

‘Fuck.’

Both of them knew that name well. He had once been an advisor to his mother, fired after sleeping with several members of their house after learning of his own wife’s infidelity. Ronan’s mother had called him ‘an embarrassment to any noble house he worked with, a drunken lunatic with no shame’. Yet now he was a well-known scientist, credited with the discovery of how to use blood magic safely. Ronan had seen him only a few times before Magisters Hill fell, but his mother’s harsh words regarding his reputation were hard to forget.

Ronan sighed, “unfortunately. He worked for our family centuries ago, long before we were around. He’s been an asshole for centuries.”

“Our intel tells us he’s just taken on a new protege, one who plans on researching anthurium and blood magic for his thesis.”

Finn looked confused, “so…why can’t we go after him like everyone else? Sure, he’s got the money, but there’s gotta be some sort of dirt we can dig up on him. He’s gotta be what, six hundred years old by now? You don’t live that long without skeletons in your closet.”

“I’m not sure we can. The man has no shame, you’ve heard the stories,” Ronan remarked. “If we were to blackmail him, he’d simply laugh it off. Hell, I bet he still brags about it.”

“Why not go after the kid then? Maybe shake him up a bit, convince him to pick something else to research,” Finn suggested.

“Maybe, but if we don’t utilize the board, then the kid might run scared to the police. If we do utilize the board, Nerixi will surely call their bluff. He doesn’t need the board, he’s well-known enough anyone would publish his work. If he has his own funding, he doesn’t need to answer to anyone.”

Finn turned to Dimitri, “wait a second. Why are you telling us this anyway? Anthurium’s not your drug of choice.”

‘Why would you tell him that? Why would you let him know we’re aware of a hole in his story?’ Ronan subtly bit his lip, trying to hide his frustration at his brother’s impulsiveness.

“Like I said earlier, I want to maintain the goodwill our families have had for generations.”

‘Bullshit.’

“But,” Dimitri continued, “if this research goes through, then it opens the flood gates for all drugs to be targeted for legislation, not just anthurium. It doesn’t just affect your business, it could affect the entire country’s drug trade. I’ll say it again–we share a common enemy.”

It was a fair enough answer, but Ronan remained skeptical. “I’ll tell you right now, I don’t think there’s any stopping Nerixi. It’d be a better use of time and resources to make sure we have as many senators in our pocket as possible prior to the studies being published.” It could take years for the studies to be complete, but there was no time to waste.

Dimitri smiled, “I’m glad we share the same idea. I’m one step ahead of you. We have someone collecting intel on the head of the chamber of commerce. I know your connections run deep, so I figured sharing information would be beneficial to all of us.”

It was rare for Ronan to not be the one ahead, to not have the latest intel on the happenings of the city. How had no one informed him of this? Surely, someone in his wide circle had to have known. He looked back at Finn, who did nothing but shrug.

He had no reason to decline. Nothing Dimitri said was false, yet the alarm bells in his mind were ringing. ‘Just agree for now. Play his game. Who says the information I give him needs to be correct, or even current? I’m not letting myself get indebted to anyone.’

Ronan nodded his head, “Absolutely. I think the last thing anyone wants is a war with the police.”

Dimitri smiled, “good.” He stood up, “I won’t keep you any longer, but I’ll let you know if I hear anything else. I’m glad we can help each other.”

“Likewise,” Ronan nodded, before he and his brother were led back out of the meeting room.

Both silently walked to their cars, an unspoken agreement they’d discuss the meeting once they were back somewhere safe, without the risk of anyone else overhearing them.

Ronan stepped towards his car, and Finn stopped. “I uh, I’m gonna stay a bit longer. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He laughed, rolling his eyes–Finn often stayed behind at parties like this, often with the excuse of finding ‘inspiration’ for his own clubs. “You don’t plan on ever growing up, do you?”

Finn smiled, “nope. You should try it sometime, having fun. Who knows, you might like it.”

Ronan opened the car door. “I think I’ll be okay. I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Likewise.” Finn walked away, and Ronan got in his car to drive home.

There was much to think about.

If you read Ronan's original story, things moved real fast. I'm trying to slow things down a bit with this one, but... heehee. big things coming. and by big things i mean lots of wholesome things. and sexy things. and potentially traumatizing things! but big things nonetheless. I’m really enjoying being able to have a bigger plot and kinda take my time. Ideally that’ll make the romance/sex scenes hit harder too :3

Some fun world-building connections, in order of appearance.

The woman they saw having sex with Dimitri was in fact Rennyn's reader-thought that'd be a fun note to add for anyone who reads his story alongside this one :D Not linking that one directly since it has a LOT of CWs, but it's linked in the masterlist if you wanna read it :D

The Professor they're discussing is Taleisin's father.

The protege mentioned is Alex, Callon's boyfriend.

thank you for reading!

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DILF Mafia! Elf BF x Nanny! Chubby Reader

Synopsis: After getting unexpectedly fired from your previous nanny job, you take the first job offer you can find; even if it seems a bit shady. It's really not too bad; you're living in the most gorgeous house you've ever seen, your paycheck is more than you could ever imagine, their father is kind, and even if their mother is out of the picture, the kids are sweet. However, you quickly learn what kind of occupation pays for such a nice house, and your handsome salary.

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, mafia au, sub reader, dom love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, parenting au, eventual violence and drug references, eventual smut, smut with plot. Potential slow burn depending on if my adhd cooperates

WC: 4.1k

Continuing with rewriting stories for some of my older OCs, with all of them being somehow connected to each other! Here's the rewrite for my lovable mafia dad Ronan; you can read his original story here. The other connecting stories in this universe can be found here!

You didn’t watch the news much.

Why would you? Your job kept you plenty busy. Being a live-in nanny was a job that kept you on your toes, days lasting ten, sometimes twenty hours. Yet you were paid well, and you liked the family you lived with well enough. When you were called into your boss’s office, you thought little of it. You were on a first name basis with both parents, and they seemed happy to have you. Yet when you walked into the room, sitting down in the fine upholstered chair, there was a sense of tension lingering in the air.

“Is…is everything alright?” You asked, breaking the silence.

The father sighed, mumbling your name under his breath before pausing to composure his thoughts. “We…were incredibly grateful, for your years of service to our family.”

Immediately you knew. You were being fired.

“Please, know you haven’t done anything wrong, and we’ll give you a glowing recommendation to whatever you pursue next, but…our financial situation has…changed, to say the least.”

You listened carefully as he vaguely explained what caused such a change, but all you could think about was what to do next. This wasn’t just a job, it was where you lived. It was a good job too; would you find another employer who would compensate you like this? Who’d be so kind and understanding? You weren’t sure.

It was hard, telling the children you worked with how circumstances had changed. Yet you couldn’t wallow for long; perhaps two weeks' notice was generous in some fields, but it still didn’t feel like nearly enough time. You spent every waking minute of your free time scouring job offers, yet none of them came close to matching what you were making now.

All but one. It looked sketchy; a Craigslist ad advertising $10,000 a month for a live-in nanny; fifty miles outside of the city. It looked like a scam, but you were just desperate enough to give it a shot. Like any other job, you submitted your resume and hoped for a response.

You got one quickly, within just a few hours. The message was short and sweet; the top of the message read just “INTERVIEW” alongside a date, time, and address; tomorrow at six PM. The time wasn’t too out of the ordinary, given half the reason you were hired was due to parents needing to work.

You drove over to the address; despite the eerily concise response and quiet drive, the house was impressive; right on the water, not another house for miles, but built with the same grandiose architecture as the houses of other families you had worked with.

Despite the beauty of the house, you couldn’t help but be a bit on edge. You looked around, noticing quite a few cameras. Not the most abnormal thing you had ever seen, most people with this kind of wealth invested heavily in security. Still, the feeling of being watched was more intense than other interviews.

You walked up to the door, and before you could even knock, the door opened. Standing before you was a well-dressed man; Elvish, fit, blonde hair and pale skin, and oddly familiar. You could’ve sworn you had seen him before; perhaps in the newspaper or on television? It’d make sense, given the fancy house. “Hey. The nanny, I assume?”

“That’s right.”

“Great. Come on in.”

You followed him inside, looking around at the tall ceiling of the foyer. The walls were adorned with all sorts of paintings in various styles, some much older than the other. You had seen both old and new money, but it was apparent they were the first.

He led you over to the living room, “just uh, sit there for a moment. He’s still in a meeting. My brother, I mean.”

“Oh, that’s no problem.” The more you looked at the man, the more certain you became. You had seen him somewhere before. You couldn’t pinpoint where, but you were sure of it. He looked around the room, tapping his foot impatiently. “You do this a lot?” He asked. Clearly, he hadn’t read your resume.

“For about a decade, yes.”

“Nice. He should be done any minute.”

“That’s fine. I um,” you were given no other information outside of the interview. Most families at least told you their occupation. “May I ask what he does? Your brother?”

“Ah, intrigued I see?” He asked with a smile. “We own several businesses across the city. He runs the back-end, I run the front-end. After all, someone’s gotta be a pretty face,” he laughed. “No offense to him. Well, maybe just a little,” he joked. “You know the big casino downtown?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, that’s us.”

You looked around the room. There weren’t many signs of children from what you had seen, the house so far seemingly clean and well-organized; something you didn’t see often when nannying. “How many children does he have?”

“Two. Twins. Spoiled little bastards,” he laughed again, but you weren’t sure if he was joking. You heard a door open, and out came a man. Just like his brother, he was well dressed; long blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, pointed ears clear to see. “Ah, so nice of you to join us.”

“Sorry, things got a little heated,” he said with an awkward laugh. “I’ll take it from here, Finn.”

“Of course,” his brother gave both of you a nod and left.

“So, let’s get started,” he held out a hand for you to shake. “I’m Ronan, the father.”

He seemed nice enough. Once his brother left, the interview felt fairly…normal. He asked you about your job history, your education, if you’d be comfortable living with them, all sorts of standard interview questions. By all metrics, the interview seemed to be going well.

He walked you around the house, giving you a tour of the property. The first floor of the house was immaculate, but the second floor made it obvious he had children.

“They’re twins,” he said. “Five years old, one boy, one girl.” He seemed to light up when he spoke of them. His brother wasn’t entirely wrong about them being spoiled. Each had their own sizable bedroom, along with a playroom that envied any you had ever seen; it even had a sink and refrigerator in it. All sorts of shelves lined the wall with materials for arts and crafts, toys, dress-up costumes, anything a kid could want. “Adriel’s really into dinosaurs and animals and stuff, and Amara’s really good at ballet. Well, I don’t know for sure, but she says she is, so I take her word for it,” he laughed.

Throughout all of your conversations, never once did he mention the mother of these children. You were having a good time, he seemed sweet, but you couldn’t help but be curious. Was she not in the picture? Perhaps she worked? You weren’t sure.

“So…where are they now?” You asked, now standing at the end of the deck facing out onto the water. You didn’t expect to meet the children on the first interview, but you were curious why they seemingly weren’t around.

“Oh, I had their cousin take them out for a few hours. He’s uh, he’s in college, but you know, family business,” he shrugged. “A lot of people come around here, it’s uh, kind of our base of operations, in a way,” he said with a laugh. “But that’s about it. So…”

“So?”

“You’ve got the job, if you’d like it.”

A huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. You didn’t question the speed of it all; your new job was secured. “I’ll take it.”

——

Leaving your last family was emotional. You thought you were prepared, yet you couldn’t help but shed a few tears seeing those kids for the last time.

Arriving on your first day with your new family, you were much more nervous than you had been for other first days. What were you thinking, taking a job without even meeting the kids first?

You had elected not to unpack your things right away, not wanting to overwhelm the twins you had heard so much about. You knocked on the door, and this time, your employer had answered.

He seemed happy to see you, again well-dressed in a white shirt, slacks, vest, and tie. This time though, his sleeves were rolled up, revealing several tattoos. You couldn’t get a long enough look to discern what they all were, but you could tell there were quite a lot of them.

“Hey, come on in. I uh, gave them a bit of a rundown, and they’re super excited to meet you.” You followed him inside, walking towards the stairs, seeing two shadows quickly disappear as you walked up.

You followed Ronan to their playroom, both of them sitting on one of the couches. Both of the children seemed to struggle to sit still, although in different ways. The boy seemed nervous, perhaps even a little scared as he stared down at the floor and away from you. The girl on the other hand was brimming with excitement, wide eyes tracking your movements as you sat down across from them.

He introduced you to them, “she’s the person who’s going to help take care of you both while I’m working.”

The little girl wasted no time getting up and grabbing what appeared to be a bunch of construction paper stapled together. She sat down in between you and her father, leaving the other little boy alone. “I made this. It’s a book about me and my brother.”

“Oh, that’s very-” you instinctively reached to grab it, thinking she was giving it to you, but she pulled away, opening up the ‘book’.

“I’m gonna read it to you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Her brother moved closer, sitting on the floor next to the couch as she started to read. The pages were filled with crude drawings of her, her brother, and other family members.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Ronan smiled, leaving the room as if to give you some time to bond with both of the children.

“‘My name is Amara. I’m five. I love ballet and chocolate and I can do a handstand,’” she spoke slowly as she read her own words, scribbled down in crayon. It was quite impressive for a five year old. She turned to face you, “do you wanna see me do a handstand?”

The last thing you needed on your first day was something going wrong. “Maybe a little bit later. Why don’t you keep reading me your book?”

She nodded, turning the page. “‘My brother is named Adriel’. That’s Adriel,” she said as she pointed at her brother.

“Hi,” he said quietly.

“‘Adriel is shy but likes dinosaurs and rocks. He’s a picky eater and he wears glasses.’ Sometimes he doesn’t like to talk. But that’s okay.”

You gave him a warm smile, and he seemed to relax a little bit.

She turned the page yet again, this time showing a drawing of the house, several stick figures in front of it, one of whom was crossed out with a large red X. “That’s me, and daddy, and Adriel. That’s mommy, but she’s not here anymore, so that’s why she’s crossed out.” She pointed to a few other figures, one in a suit and the other in a skirt. “That’s Uncle Finn, he’s kinda scary sometimes, but he brings us cool stuff from the city. That’s Callon, he’s our cousin. He wears really cool clothes and has a boyfriend, but I’m not supposed to tell you that.”

The little boy finally spoke up. “His boyfriend looks scary, but he’s nice. Him and his other friend played video games with me, and they brought us pizza.”

She pointed to two other people in the background, “Cedric is our uncle, I think. He’s kinda quiet when he’s here, but he’s really smart. And then that’s Serena, she’s mean sometimes, but she helps us if we get sick.”

It was quite a group to remember. “And do all of these people live here at the house?”

“Only sometimes. They all usually come over once a week for daddy’s big meeting, but sometimes they come stay if it’s an emergency.” You weren’t sure what kind of emergency she was referring to, but you didn’t ask. “Sometimes there’s other people that daddy says we’re related to, but I don’t know all their names. I think we’re related to a lot of people. But that’s it!” She exclaimed proudly as she shut the book.

You spent the next few hours playing and getting to know them. Amara seemed as if she could talk for hours and hours, whereas Adriel still seemed a little hesitant at times. Still, you felt as if things were going well, the rest of your first night uneventful. You had worked for quite a few rich families, but never one so wealthy. You ran into even more faces as the day went on, ones Amara’s book hadn’t covered; a personal chef, a housekeeper, a gardener, and other household staff came and went as the day went on, yet you hadn’t heard any names you recognized from Amara’s story. It made your job easy; you didn’t need to cook or clean, you could devote all your attention to taking care of them.

You got them cleaned up after dinner, reading them both a story before bed. They scampered off to their rooms, and as far as you knew, your work was done. There were still a few things left in your car, so you decided to finish unpacking. You walked out through the garage, only to find nearly every spot was now occupied, along with a few cars out front. When did all these people show up? And where were they?

You brought the rest of your things inside, and the house was suspiciously quiet. There were more people here than before, you were sure of it. You walked back down to the first floor, unable to hear any additional voices as you walked between each room. You decided to look around, but when you heard footsteps from below, you panicked. It had to be the door that led to the basement; you moved behind one of the walls dividing the hallway, the kitchen, and the living room. You weren’t sure why you were so on edge; you had no reason to be. Yet something felt…off. Why was he having a meeting this late at night? How’d they get inside undetected? You hid behind the wall; so long as whoever was approaching stayed in the kitchen, you should be able to stay undetected.

“I’m so fucking tired of this shit,” said a man’s voice. He sounded younger, perhaps in his twenties, yet his tone was one of exhaustion. “I don’t get it. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable!”

“Not really,” it was a woman’s voice this time, sounding a bit older; perhaps thirties or forties? Although, this was a family of elves; it was highly likely your guesses were completely off. “Although, it’s not…uncommon, in our field.”

“In our field,” he repeated in a mocking tone. “It’s weird. Besides, just because I was alright with it once, did they think I’d be willing to do that kind of shit forever?”

“Alice did.”

“Well, Alice is a cunt, so there’s that.”

Silence lingered between the two of them, a brief moment of tension before they started to laugh, the smell of cigarette smoke wafting towards you.

“You gotta be careful kid,” she paused, presumably taking a drag from a cigarette. “Ronan hears you saying that shit, he’s gonna beat your ass.”

They were talking about your boss. Who was this ‘Alice’ person?

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just…if I did it…I mean fuck, what would I tell him? ‘Sorry I cheated on you, my dad needs blackmail material on a CEO, hope that’s okay.’ Yeah, no.”

The statement left you in shock; did running a business like this really mean accruing that many enemies? Who was making this boy blackmail a CEO? Why? Ronan didn’t mention having any other children. Perhaps this was his brother’s son? You tried to remember his name, but you had learned so many names today it was lost on you, still in shock over the boy’s declaration.

“Well…” the woman hesitated. “You wouldn’t need to tell him.”

“Yeah, but I’m not fucking evil. By the way,” he continued. “You missed a spot, last job. He got all freaked out, I had to tell him I fell through a window.”

“Did he believe you?”

“Of course not, he’s not an idiot.”

She sighed, “much to your dismay, you’re not the only one I have to patch up. Your paper cuts are not as important as others gunshot wounds. Be more careful.”

You thought back to Amara’s words; “And then that’s Serena, she’s mean sometimes, but she helps us if we get sick.” Was it common for rich families like this one to have a healer on-call? Was she being facetious? She had to be.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I need to get back to school, I have class tomorrow,” the boy sighed, both of them starting to walk off. Once you couldn’t hear their footsteps, you walked back to your room. You weren’t necessarily afraid, but it was clear something wasn’t right.

You tried not to think about it. You had taken the job, the kids were sweet, and you really shouldn’t have been listening in on them anyway.

Still; gunshot wounds?

You had almost finished getting ready for bed when you heard a light knock on the door, the clock reading 10:47.

You answered it, and there was your boss Ronan. “Hey, I know it’s super late, but-”

“That’s okay,” you tried to stifle a yawn but failed. “What’s up?”

“I don’t wanna take too much of your time, but I just wanted to ask if everything went alright? They seem to really like you, I just didn't want you to feel like I was hovering over you, and then I had my meeting, but I just wanted to check-in.”

You nodded, “things went well, I think. I’m glad you think so.” You had so many questions you wanted to ask, but you kept things brief. “Do your meetings usually go this late?”

“Yeah, it uh…it can be tricky getting everyone’s schedules to align, so you know. Is what it is. Well, thank you for your hard work, let me know if you need anything.”

You quickly learned he was a busy man. A kind father, doing his best to spend time with the two kids while running a collection of successful businesses. As days passed, you started to notice the way others within the house looked at you.

It was a look of disgust, or fear, but hesitancy; as if there was something they all knew that you just didn’t. You tried not to pay it any mind, but couldn’t help but return to the conversation you overheard the first night.

The boy seemed to have grown attached to you rather quickly, Adriel always taking the chance to hold your hand or lay on your shoulder. It made sense, given how he’d lost his own mother. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d be ‘filling in’, so to speak. Amara seemed to like you, but she wasn’t nearly as clingy, opting instead to show you things, like her drawings or dances she had made up.

“You’re good at being nice,” the little boy mumbled as Amara twirled around the room, a movie playing quietly as Adriel was about to drift off to sleep.

“Oh, well thank you. I try my best.”

“There’s a lot of people being mean lately. But you’re nice.” Before you could question what he said, he was asleep. You looked back over to Amara, blissfully unaware of the world around her. Yet something about the boy’s words felt almost cryptic. You were curious, but…you didn’t want to lose this job. So, you decided ignorance was bliss.

You were woken up in the middle of the night by a knock on your door, a tiny voice calling out your name. Technically, these were your off hours, you shouldn’t need to do anything; but you weren’t going to just turn the kid away. You opened the door, and there was Amara, standing there in her pink pajamas.

“Hi.”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes, “hi, what’s going on?”

“Um…can I sit with you for a bit? I…I can’t sleep.”

She was so sweet, you couldn’t say no. Between her and her brother, she seemed to be much more independent, being the shoulder for him to cry on often. Yet she had gone through the very same things he had with their mother gone; you were more than happy to sit with her. “Sure.”

She walked in your room, heading for the window. She looked outside, your room facing the dock down below, the moonlight reflecting on the water. Her eyes widened, letting out a gasp. “Boat! The boat’s out!”

You were still half asleep, you hadn’t even registered the quiet hum of a boat engine coming from outside. You looked out, and sure enough, there was a boat. Despite the lights being out, the people down at the dock didn’t bother to quiet their voices. One of them was almost definitely Ronan. Him and his brother were standing out at the dock, calling out to whoever was on the boat.

“Can you open the window? I want to say hi to daddy.”

“Sure, but…just wait a moment, we don’t want to interrupt him if he’s…”

What was he doing?

“We don’t want to interrupt him if he’s working.” You opened the window, their conversation much easier to hear.

“Ronan, I promise you, every source I have has told me this address is still off the feds radar,” said his brother, speaking at a normal volume.

“It’s not the feds I’m worried about. The feds may not see it, but every other organization will make the connection once the news breaks.”

“Even so. The only people that come here are blood. They’re more likely to hit me in the city than come all the way out here. The most likely scenario is they’re gonna go after the safehouse up North. We know that, we can prepare for that.”

“No, we don’t know that.”

“Yes, we do. These people are nothing if not predictable. And again, they can’t act on information they don’t have. Besides, name one other time you’ve seen anyone else out here on the water. No one comes through here, it’s your own little oasis. Now come on, let him finish the job, and we can determine our plans for the safehouse tomorrow. Hells, they won’t even know he’s gone until a week I’d say.”

He relented, letting out a sigh. “Fine. But I want someone out here for the next month. Just in case.”

“I can arrange that.” Finn turned to look back at the boat, walking back to the edge of the dock away from the window. He held his hands up to his face, amplifying his voice. “Hey, Callon?”

“Yeah?” His voice was barely audible, but it sounded like the man you overheard before in the kitchen.

“You can drop it now. Well…actually, back the boat up just a little more.” You could hear the boy groan, before the boat engine kicked back on. “Yeah, right there’s good, international waters and all that.”

You heard the sound of something falling into the water, the waves slowly rippling forward. Whatever he dropped into the water, it must’ve been heavy. He drove the boat back to the dock, and when he got out you saw he wasn’t dressed the same as Ronan and his brother; instead of the fine suit, he was sporting an outfit of all black, complete with a mask over his face. As soon as the boat engine was off, the three of them on the dock, Amara stuck her head out the window and called out to them.

“Hi!”

The three of them looked up at the window. Ronan and Finn looked horrified, while her cousin, Callon, just laughed, walking back inside. You stared back at them, all of you in disbelief. Finn gave Ronan a pat on the shoulder before following Callon inside, Ronan now the only one looking back at you.

“So…I suppose we need to talk about some things.”

Part 2

thanks for reading!! i hope you enjoyed it! definitely going for more of a slow burn with him, but who knows how long that slow burn is going to last. lots of setup in this first chapter, but i hope you liked it!! also for those who read the old version, pls no spoilers for anyone in the comments! this is an alternate version of Ronan's story, so some things will be a bit different :D

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Band Nerd! Elf BF x Vocalist! Chubby Reader

Synopsis: It’s your sophomore year of college, and becoming a bard was much more involved than you originally thought. Learning how to utilize the magic you were born with, alongside growing as a musician, frequently kept you busy. You’ve been given an assignment to re-arrange a piece of music, but with some odd requirements; It can’t be two of the same instrument, one part must be performed by yourself, and your duet partner can’t be someone in your class. Being a vocalist, you quickly realize you don’t actually know a lot of instrumentalists, and need to find a duet partner quickly. When you see a familiar elf from your literature class in the music building, you get an idea.

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, college au, music major au, switch/vers reader, switch/vers love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, bard reader, nerd love interest, smut with plot, first time, inexperienced love interest.

WC: 4.3k

I wrote this alternative series for my OC Taleisin while my blog was taken down. I don't know if I'll continue it, but I had a lot of fun with it and still wanted to post it! You can read his original series here. If people like this I'll continue this as I have some ideas to tie different things together, but I'll still keep writing his original series too o7

‘Why the fuck did I do this?’

10:00 AM didn’t seem that early when you first scheduled for classes. Yet between last night’s choir rehearsal ending thirty minutes late, along with trying to find ideas for your arranging project, you were exhausted.

Some may have been overwhelmed going to such a large school; your required literature class had at least one-hundred students filling the bustling lecture hall. With this many people, it was easy to blend in, and that meant it was easy to fall asleep unnoticed.

‘This is the last time’, you thought. With all the rehearsals and projects, you knew you were lying to yourself. Still, that didn’t stop you from resting your head on the table and drifting off to sleep. You woke up to find class was over, people awkwardly shifting past you as you stirred in your seat. You lifted your head, only to see a sheet of notebook paper next to you. You looked it over, the page filled with notes on today’s lecture. In the margin was a note, right next to what looked to be a doodle of a cat.

‘I hope you’re able to get more rest! Hope this helps :D’

You looked around, trying to see if whoever left behind the notes was still there. It had to have been from whoever was sitting next to you. You didn’t know his name, you had looked over at him a few times, but you hadn’t spoken to him throughout the first few weeks of the semester. You took the page and made a note to thank him next class, assuming he’d sit next to you again.

You made it through the rest of your classes, and decided to take another look at your arranging project, setting your things down at one of the sitting areas within the music building. Relaxing within the quiet hall, you re-read the guidelines;

Must be a duet, with one performer being outside of the class.

Both parts must be different instruments.

Must include piano accompaniment.

It felt needlessly gratuitous. You didn’t know many people outside of other vocal majors, your magic related classes not starting until next semester. You sat at the table, looking over a few potential options. You had already had the assignment for a few days, but still couldn’t even decide on what to rearrange. The deadline was approaching quickly to get the first draft completed, and you needed to figure something out.

Slowly but surely, the hall got louder, more and more people walking towards one of the large rehearsal rooms. You checked the time; sure enough, this was when the marching band held their rehearsals, the loud sound of rain keeping them from going onto the fields. The entire hallway was quickly crowded with people moving in and out of the room, waiting for their rehearsal to start. The sounds of horns, drums, and woodwinds leaked out from under the door, a symphony of unorganized noise as people practiced and conversed; some of the band students were just as loud as the instruments they played.

You thought about getting up to leave; after all, a school this big, the marching band had hundreds of people in it, there was no sense trying to get work done here. On the other…perhaps you’d work up the courage to ask one of them to be your duet partner.

You looked around, trying to see if there were any familiar faces. There were a few people you had seen around the music building before, but no one you particularly recognized. You were just about to give up when you saw another boy walk in, and immediately you recognized him. It was the boy who you sat next to in your literature class, the one who had to have taken notes for you. An elf, he seemed sweet; a bit awkward in how he carried himself, wide-rimmed glasses covering his face as he held an instrument case in his right hand, but he didn’t seem unapproachable.

You stood up, walking over to try and meet him before he walked inside the rehearsal hall. You made eye contact with him for a brief moment; this was your chance to call out to him and ask if he’d help you. Yet as soon as you figured out what to say, he nervously looked away from you, walking towards the door a bit faster.

You called out, following him. “Hey, wait!”

This time he stopped, looking back at you. He looked terrified.

“I, uh,” he stammered over his words, “are you talking to me?”

You nodded your head, “yeah! You’re the guy who sat next to me today in lit, right?”

He looked a bit embarrassed. “I mean, I sit next to you everyday, but…yeah, that uh, that’s me.”

Had he really sat next to you every class? You hadn’t noticed until now. “Oh, well…thank you. I mean, I’m assuming you’re the one who took notes for me today.”

“Yeah, no problem, I know you’re tired a lot… I mean I don’t know that, but you sleep in class a lot, so I just assumed…I’m not trying to say you’re lazy or anything like that, but…” he trailed off, as if just now realizing how much he was stuttering on. “Sorry, I uh, I just wanted to help.”

Perfect.

“No, no I appreciate it. It’s sweet. Actually, I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something?” You asked, glancing down at the instrument case. “What do you play?”

“Saxophone. Well, alto saxophone, if it makes a difference.”

“Cool, so I have this project for my arranging class, and I need a duet partner who—”

You were interrupted by the sound of the band director’s voice calling out; it was time for their rehearsal to get started. He looked behind him, “I’m really sorry, I need to get going but…I can take a look at it.”

You rushed back to the table where your things sat, quickly grabbing a sticky note and a pen. You scribbled down your name and phone number. “Here,” you handed it to him. “Just uh, text me when you can, and I can explain it. I hope your rehearsal goes well,” you smiled, giving him a wave and walking off, not wanting to get him in trouble. You looked back, and he was still just standing there, dumbfounded by the interaction before one of his friends dragged him inside the rehearsal hall.

You headed back to your dorm room, finding yourself glancing at your phone every few minutes to see if the boy had texted you. You weren’t sure when rehearsal ended, and part of you worried maybe you had come on too strong. You didn’t want to scare him; you hadn’t even heard you play, but…you sort of knew him. Sort of. Things moved so fast you hadn’t even learned his name.

🧡: Hi! It’s the saxophone player/the guy that sits next to you in lit :D my name’s Taleisin by the way

🧡: what song are you doing?

🩷: thank you for messaging me! I actually don’t know yet…I’m a vocalist and I need to rearrange something. For voice and something else, but I can’t have my duet partner be someone in the same class or another vocalist, and most of my friends are other vocal majors

🧡: ohhh, that sounds tricky

🩷: yeah, it’d be easier if I played an instrument tbh

🩷: but I haven’t even started yet, I know it wouldn’t be a lot of time to practice ;-;

🧡: sure! Sounds like a fun challenge :D just let me know when you have the music done

🩷: thank you so much!! I’ll have it done by our next lit class

Now that you had a duet partner, it was time to find an idea and get to work.

You watched as he looked over the sheet music, the paper still warm from printing it out just before class. He looked over it carefully, and you couldn’t help but be nervous. ‘Does it look too difficult? Does he think it’s bad?’

“This shouldn’t be too tricky,” he nodded. “Sorry I took so long, I just wanted to make sure I could actually do it,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I don’t want to mess things up for you.”

“No, no, not at all! I’m just glad you’re willing to give it a shot at all. Do you have a class after this one?”

“Not until 1:00, no.”

“Would you be able to practice after this class, maybe? I have access to the practice rooms.”

“Sure, I’d just need to go grab my sax, but I only live like, five minutes away.”

You made plans to meet at the music building, asking him to text you when he had arrived so you could let him inside the practice rooms. Once class was done, you parted ways, and headed to the music building to get set up before he’d return to campus. You warmed up, looked over your music, and met him in the hallway once he messaged you.

You led him back to the hallway of practice rooms, shutting the door behind you as you walked back inside. You waited patiently as he unpacked his instrument, trying to make small talk to fill the silence. “So…how long have you played it?”

He shrugged, “awhile, kinda on and off for the past uh…fifty years? Something like that.”

Your eyes widened; you had noticed the pointed ears and angular face, but based on how he dressed and carried himself, you assumed he was around your age, even if he was an elf. “That’s cool. I’ve only been singing for…uh, I’m not sure actually, pretty much ever since I was a kid. I guess it was just something I always wanted to do, so I did it.”

“Like, a calling?”

“I guess so. What about you?”

“Honestly? My parents used to take me to orchestras and ballets a lot growing up.”

“Oh, that’s cute.”

“Well, I fell asleep a lot.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re not the first person I’ve heard say that.”

“Now I get it, but…there was this movie that came out around then, and there was a song with a really cool sax solo in it. So…I decided to give it a try. I was really bad at being consistent with it, but I figured if I finally went to college I’d need something to do, you know, a way to make friends I guess, so…I kinda just hyper fixated on it until I was good enough to play the music for the audition. It’s kinda dumb-”

“Not at all. It’s more interesting than what I said.”

You got started, and things were going well on a technical level. Occasionally one of you would miss a note, or go ahead of the other, but for a first run-through you were happy with it. You practiced a little longer, before both of you were happy with your progress.

For the next few weeks, he’d come to the music building and practice with you. You had to tweak the arrangement a few times, but the hard part was over; now, you just had to practice.

You learned more about him in the time you spent together; he was a computer science major who lived alone in an apartment off-campus. He played in the marching band and the jazz band, and most of the people he hung out with were other non-music majors within the ensembles he participated in, rather than people in his actual major. He was the same year as you, a sophomore. Maybe he was a bit shy at first, but his eyes seemed to light up whenever he talked about anything he was passionate about; computers, games he played, music and movies he enjoyed, and even telling stories about his friends. You went from hardly noticing him in your lit class, to talking to him nearly everyday. Sometimes, he’d even bring two energy drinks; giving you one to make sure you stayed awake in class.

It was the last day you had to rehearse with him, the performance of your arrangement in two days. You stood outside the door to the practice rooms, only to find your ID card wasn’t working. You’d slide it through the slot in the door, only for the light to blink red instead of green.

“Shit,” you mumbled, giving it another try before the light stopped blinking altogether. “I don’t know why it’s not working.” You had to practice today, this was your last opportunity to pull everything together. “For some reason my card isn’t working,” you mumbled.

“Oh. Uh…is there somewhere else we could practice?”

You looked over at him, awkwardly avoiding making eye contact. He told you he lived alone. You could go practice over at his place. That’s when the intrusive thought hit you.

It came and went quickly, but the vision that flashed through your mind was enough to give you pause. The thought of you on top of him, kissing him and making him whimper from the feeling of your body. You hadn’t known him that long, but you liked talking to him. He was sweet, attractive in a dorky but cute way. Maybe he was a bit of a loser, but he was much nicer than most other guys you had spoken to on campus. From the looks of it, he’d be lucky to have someone like you interested in him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, noticing you zoning out.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking…you said you live alone, right?”

He nodded, “yeah. We could practice there, if you wanted.”

You smiled, “that’s just what I was thinking.”

He drove you to his apartment, and you couldn’t help but be a little nervous. Would you actually make a move on him? ‘If he's the type of guy with a gross room and just a mattress on the floor and nothing else, then maybe not…’ He led you inside, and you were happy to be proved wrong. It looked…surprisingly normal, when you first stepped inside the apartment.

“Sorry it’s a bit messy, I haven’t cleaned since the last time my friends were over,” he mumbled.

It wasn’t messy at all. Lived in maybe, but far from the horrors of the frat boy bedrooms you had seen before. “It’s okay. Sorry I had to make you come right back here,” you joked.

“It happens,” he shrugged, setting the instrument case down. “I guess we should get started then, right?”

‘I won’t make a move on him until we run through it successfully at least once, we still need to actually practice,’ you told yourself. ‘Worst he can say is no.’

You managed to run through the piece a few times, both of you feeling confident. Yet you couldn’t help but look at him, noticing him stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. Then again, you were doing the same thing. Maybe he had the same idea, maybe he just caught you staring.

You were just about to wrap up your practice when you worked up the courage to say something. “You have class at 1, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“If you want I could just stay here and hang out until then. That way you wouldn’t have to go back and forth.”

His eyes widened, “sure, if you’d like to. I mean, if you want to go back, I don’t mind, but if you wanted to stay-”

“Cool,” you smiled, putting your music away in your backpack before sitting back down on the couch. He moved to take apart his instrument, his back to you. That’s when you got an idea.

Maybe it was a bit bold, but it’d certainly get the point across quickly. You listened as he spoke about the weather, unsure if it’d rain or not for marching band practice later in the day. You took your shirt off, your tits still covered by your bra as he continued. “Yeah, they don’t really cancel practice ever, since we can just go inside, but there was this one time last year where—” he turned around and stopped, staring at your breasts. “Uh…you took your shirt off,” he mumbled, still unashamedly fixated on your cleavage.

“Mmhmm. Is that okay?”

“Uh, yeah, totally, for sure. I uh…” his tan skin flushed. “If it’s like, hot in here, I can turn on the air conditioning or—”

“I wanted you to see them.”

He paused, wide eyes blinking back at you. “I…huh?” You watched as it finally clicked for him. “Oh…I get it, I think. I-I’m not really sure what to do now though. Or if I’m missing something.”

You shrugged, “what do you want to do now? Or…is there something you want me to do? I can put it back on, if you’d like.”

“No, no, that’s…that’s okay, this is…this is good,” he stumbled over his words, still standing in front of the instrument case. “Could I uh, could I still sit next to you?”

“It’s your place, go ahead,” you giggled. He sat down, still keeping a bit of distance, but close enough to touch you. “I can take more off, if you’d like to see.”

“Only if you want to, but…I’d like to. To see, I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

You reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, your breasts fully visible for him to see. He seemed entranced by you, watching your movements as he shifted his legs closer together. You were smart enough to know what he was trying to hide. He was speechless, looking you up and down. “You’re…” he mumbled, “you’re really pretty.”

You smiled; you had him under your spell. “Thank you. You know, you could touch them if you want.”

“A-Are you sure?”

You nodded, “I’m sure.”

He moved slowly, his hands shaking as he put your hands on your chest. You winced at his touch, his hands cold. He pulled away fast, startled by your reaction. “I’m sorry! Did…did I do something wrong?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “No, no your hands are just cold, I wasn’t expecting it.” You put your hands over his, gently guiding him back to your chest.

“Sorry, I haven’t ever done this before. Or…anything like this, before,” he said as his hands touched you once more. From what he had told you, he was much older than you, despite looking the same age. Had he really gone through decades of life without even touching a girl? On one hand, it was a little pathetic. On the other, that meant you’d get to be his first.

“That’s okay. If you want…” you moved your body closer, moving onto his lap as your plush thighs hugged him. “I could kiss you.”

He looked up at you in awe, his hands still touching your chest. “Yeah, that…that would be cool, sure,” he stuttered, nodding his head.

You leaned in to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck as your chest pressed against him. You started to grind back and forth on the obvious bulge in his pants, deepening the kiss. Every time you moved, you could hear his quiet little moans, sneaking out between breaths. You started to move faster, and his moans only got louder. He didn’t try to hide his pleasure at all, and that made you only want to go further.

He wasn’t the best kisser, but there was a certain charm in his lack of experience. He didn’t know where to move his hands, awkwardly moving them to the side as you pressed against his chest.You kissed him deeper, slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth, and he followed your lead, whimpering through the wet kiss as you grinded your covered wet pussy against his cock.

You pulled away, catching your breath as you both looked back at the other. His face was flushed, he looked exasperated. He covered his mouth with his hand, “fuck, sorry if I made too much noise, I don’t know if that’s weird.”

“I liked it,” you grinned, “I think it’s cute.”

“Oh. Then I’ll…keep doing that, I guess.”

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, “we can stop here, if you want. Or…we could go a little further.”

He paused, thinking it over. “I’m…I’m not sure. I mean, I want to, I just…I might not be any good. I don't want to disappoint you.”

You caressed his face with your hand, “I’m sure you’ll be wonderful. I could just take the lead, if you’d like.”

“That’d probably be best.”

You moved off his lap in between his legs, running your hand along the outline of his cock. ‘Is he really that big?’ you thought. You undid his belt, looking up at him. “Can I take it out?”

He nodded his head, biting his lip. You unzipped his pants, eyes widening. You weren’t sure what you expected from a guy like him, but it wasn’t something so long and thick.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just…” you offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s a lot. But I can do it.” You weren’t so sure of yourself, despite what you told him. Precum was already leaking out the tip, the boy gripping the edge of the couch before you had even done anything. You took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking it back and forth. You rubbed the tip with your thumb, watching as he let out a breathy moan.

“That…that feels good…”

You smiled, “I can show you something even better.” Before he could formulate a response, you started to lick the tip of his cock, letting out another whimper.

“Holy fuck, that-” he couldn’t finish his sentence, overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue moving up and down across his cock. “That’s, that really feels good,” he moaned. His cock now wet with your spit, you took the head of his cock in your mouth, still teasing him with your tongue as you started to lower yourself down, taking his cock as deep as you could.

“Oh shit, you feel so good,” he moaned, watching as you eagerly sucked his cock. You struggled to take the full length in your mouth, choking at the base of it. “You don’t, you don’t have to do that, I’m sorry.”

His cock left your mouth with a satisfying pop as you came back up. “I want to, though.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself, even if it feels…really good.”

“Trust me, I’m fine. Just…try to relax a little, okay?”

He nodded his head, mesmerized by the sight of his cock right by your face. “I’ll try.”

You quickly got back to work, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock as you felt it start to twitch in your mouth. You couldn’t stop, the sound of his moans and whimpers only making you want to tease him further.

“Wait, I think I’m gonna cum, hold on,” he cried out. Yet you kept going, undeterred. “I can’t, I can’t go anymore, fuck!”

The bitter taste of his cum flooded your mouth. You kept your mouth on his cock, lapping at the tip as he came. When he finally finished, you swallowed it all; he must’ve been quite pent up.

He covered his face with his hands, sounding as if he was about to cry from the embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I just, it felt really good, I tried to hold back, I-”

You crawled back onto his lap, shutting him up with a kiss as he was still catching his breath, tasting himself on your lips. “I wanted to. Don’t apologize for giving me what I wanted,” you grinned.

He seemed almost dumbfounded by your response, “I…uh, well, you’re welcome then, I think. That was…I had a lot of fun,” he said as he rested a hand on your side.

“We don’t have to stop if you don’t want to,” you wrapped his arms around his neck, giving him another kiss. “I don’t mind having a little more fun while we wait for you to get hard again.”

“I’d…I’d like that, I just,” he glanced over at his phone, looking at the time. “Oh fuck, I’m late!” He panicked. You got off of him reflexively, watching as he stood up and quickly tried to put himself back together. “I’m really, really, really, sorry, but I’m late for class, and I can’t miss it, I’m really sorry-”

You wiped the spit away from your mouth. You understood the panic from being late all too well. “No, no, it’s okay, but…you have my number, if you ever wanna do something like this again,” you said with a reassuring smile.

He stopped in his rush, the panic subsisting for just a moment as he looked back at you. “Yeah. I’d…I’d like that. Maybe…if you’re not doing anything tonight? We could do…the rest of it? I mean, the rest of like, what we started, unless that’s all you wanted to do, which is totally fine by the way, we could just hang out,” he trailed off, unable to think of any more words to fill the silence.

You walked back over and gave him another quick kiss, one he eagerly returned before you pulled away; if you kept going, he might’ve forgotten he was late all together. “I’ll text you my address. Pick me up at eight. Does that work?”

He nodded his head quickly, “yeah, yeah, I can do that.”

“Good,” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair, making him look just a little less distressed. “I’m looking forward to it. Now come on, let’s head back to campus.”

All in all, it was a very productive practice session.

SO my blog got taken down and I still wanted to write something for him while it was gone, so I wrote this. Now blog is back, but I still wanted to post it as I really liked it. I know I mentioned rewriting stuff, and it wasn't a super popular idea, but I wanted to still post this with the idea of continuing the original series as one that's more light-hearted, while making this one a bit more plot/worldbuilding/lore heavy, as I have a few other OCs in this setting as well, and I didn't plan on using my own worldbuilding from the get-go of his original story.

I also wanted to write him being a bit of a loser baby sub for a bit longer too so...yeah :D

If this is my first work you've read, then hi!! I like elves and I like modern urban fantasy and im a slut. thats abt it.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Thank you for reading :D

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The Omegaverse Thing I Wrote That Summoned a Tornado (Drabbles)

Alex/Callon’s Original Series

tldr I was explaining omegaverse and my ideas of how to make it 'work' to my boyfriend and as we were having that conversation golf ball sized hail started coming down and we had to hide out in our basement for a few hours. i just REALLY needed to get Callon pregnant i guess. more thots at the end but. enjoy!! ALSO I didn’t link their new series because I’m majorly overhauling the prologue and making a few edits here and there to their first few chapters. But oh my GOD I love them. They make me f e r a l

Other CWs: Discussions of pregnancy/childbirth, c-section, mentions of PTSD, smut, omegaverse (well yeah), mpreg, mentions of morning sickness/vomiting, breeding kink, knotting, nesting

anyway yaoi time

wc: 6k

(Note: My personal interpretation of how mpreg would work in the omegaverse is male omegas are born with both male and female genitalia, with the penis taking the place of the clitoris. Don’t think too hard abt it, and if you ask me about biology I’ll start sobbing. Pretty much like this! https://bsky.app/profile/messmonte.bsky.social/

“Callon?”

When Alex came home from work, Callon was usually always downstairs waiting for him, excited to hear about Alex’s day. Yet when he walked in the door, the house was eerily quiet. He started walking upstairs, greeted by an unfamiliar scent that was sickeningly sweet.

He’d always known Callon was an omega, and they had been married for years. Yet for as long as they had been together, he had always been on heat suppressants. Never before had he seen the boy in heat, and unless they wanted to have children, he didn’t need to. Sure, there were times his mind wandered, but Callon was insatiable enough without his hormones influencing him.

He couldn’t help but be attracted to the scent, it was almost salivating; maybe even arousing. He followed it, leading him to the bedroom. Behind the door, he could hear the faint sound of whimpering. He opened the door, only to find the pillows and blankets stripped off the bed. There, in the corner, were all of the pillows, blankets, stuffed animals he had bought Callon as gifts, and even some of Alex’s clothes. Callon laid on top of the pile, surrounded by Alex’s scent, completely naked as he rubbed his pussy against one of his jackets, covering it in his slick. He sounded almost like he was crying, quiet whimpers and moans leaving his lips. He was so focused on pleasuring himself he didn’t even hear Alex walk into the room.

For a moment, Alex just stood there and watched. The intensity in which he moved, his face red, the look of desperation on his face. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. There was no doubt about it, Callon was in heat. It was hard to ignore the growing instinct to pounce on him, to shove his knot in his pussy and breed him, but he managed to hold himself back.

He stepped forward, and Callon jerked his head to look towards him. “Alex…” he mumbled, his voice shaking. “Please…please help me,” he whimpered, still moving his body. “I need you, I need you so fucking bad.”

It hurt, seeing his mate like this. He knew what Callon needed, and was more than happy to give it to him. “Poor thing,” he mumbled, undoing his belt and approaching Callon’s nest.

Callon wasted no time, getting on his hands and knees and spreading himself open, beckoning Alex to just shove his cock inside. “Please, put it in, I can’t take it anymore,” he cried.

He couldn’t resist him, the way he spread his slutty little pussy lips, soaked with slick. He pulled his cock out, and before he even pushed inside Callon, Callon had lined himself up with the head, pushing himself onto Alex’s cock. The sensation brought forth a wave of relief, fucking himself onto Alex’s cock.

Alex couldn’t hold back any more, the feeling of Callon’s tight, soaking wet pussy squeezing him. He had knotted him before, dozens, maybe even hundreds of times, but the warmth of his pussy during heat was new. He grabbed his hips, fucking into him with little abandon as he slammed his fat cock inside him, his whimpers and cries slowly turning into moans of pleasure.

“Yes! Fuck, don’t stop, please,” Callon begged, feeling himself close to cumming already. He grabbed his cock, stroking it under him as he felt Alex’s balls slap against his ass.

Alex pulled out of him, knowing that wouldn’t be an option soon enough. He turned him onto his back, wanting to see his face as he knotted him. The ferocity at which Callon moved to try and get Alex’s cock back inside him was almost terrifying, clawing at Alex back and grabbing his arms to pull him closer, panting and moaning. “No, no, please don’t stop, please!”

“I just want to see you, that’s all,” he said quietly, his tone bringing Callon comfort. Alex pushed back inside him as he held his legs up, pulling his body closer. Once he could see him, he couldn’t help but let nature run its course. He slammed into him, over and over, feeling the base of his cock swell as he lost himself in Callon's body.

His knot locked him inside of Callon, and the sensation of Alex’s cum flooding his cunt finally allowed Callon some sense of relaxation. His breathing started to slow, his voice becoming steady for the first time since Alex arrived home.

Callon pulled his face closer, kissing him. “Thanks…” he mumbled, Alex’s knot keeping cum from spilling out onto his legs. “I…I uh…I forgot to take my pills,” he shyly admitted. “I didn’t think missing one day would cause this, or be this bad, but…I’m sorry.”

Alex kissed him again, once on the lips and one on the scar where he had claimed him initially. “I’m just glad I got here. But…well, I suppose we’ll just need to ride this out together,” he said with a nervous laugh.

He nodded, “yeah…I suppose we will. I’m sure that won’t be the last of it.”

——

‘Well, shit.’

Callon started down at the pregnancy test, rapidly blinking his eyes as if to confirm it was real. It shouldn’t have been that surprising, all things considered; he had gone into heat two weeks ago, dealt with that heat, and didn’t think much of it.

It wasn’t that the timing was bad. By all metrics, the timing should’ve been great. Alex had a good job, had finished his residency, and, in Callon’s words, was now ‘a whole ass doctor’.

Callon on the other hand, didn’t do much. He had managed to access the millions of dollars he had earned working for his father, safely stowed away in an off-shore bank account. Truthfully, neither him nor Alex needed to work. Yet Alex always had dreams and ambitions; Callon never assumed he’d make it this far. He didn’t know what he wanted out of his life, the memories of his past still haunting him. So he stayed at home, trying to be the best partner he could be while working through his experiences.

He was grateful for the slow pace of his new life; once his biggest worries were staying alive, landing shots, and outrunning the police. He re-read their text messages from earlier, and it was clear things were different now; for the better.

🔵: I’m busy today 🔴: I’m sure you are 🔴: please regal me with your never ending to do list 🔵: ok so first i have to go to the gym 🔴: mmhmm 🔵: then i need to get coffee 🔵: then i have to get groceries 🔵: and then i have to pick up stuff from the dry cleaners 🔵: and then i have to make dinner 🔵: that’s five things bro 🔴: you must be exhausted 🔴: how will you ever endure 🔵: idk tbh

His life had never been more mundane, the days boring yet peaceful.

‘This is literally the perfect time. Why do I feel so miserable?’

🔴: is your stomach feeling better today by the way? 🔴: if not we’re going to the doctor

His husband’s message almost annoyed him. He couldn’t tell him something like this over text; he’d just need to wait the last few hours until he returned home.

🔵: yeah I’m ok I think

Did he even want to tell him? It was one test. It could be wrong. He pulled himself together, carrying the plastic stick straight to the trash can in the garage. There was no way he’d find it there.

He walked back to his room, making his way to his carefully constructed nest by the window. A mattress pressed against the window, the perfect height for him to stare out and star gaze, covered in blankets, pillows, and plushies. He opened the window, smelling the fresh air before flopping down on the mattress and curling up into a ball, grabbing one of the plushies beside him and holding it close to his chest.

It smelled like Alex, his scent bringing him comfort. Comfort that was quickly disrupted by another text message.

🔴: okay, tell me if that changes 🔴: I don’t want you getting sick

‘Well, it’s changed. Although that’s an understatement.’

🔵: ok

He set his phone down, looking outside. The neighborhood felt like a perfect balance; it lacked the constant noisiness of the city, but also wasn’t as eerily silent as the old compound was. Sounds of birds chirping, children playing, a car driving down the road every so often.

‘I still feel like a child myself some days. I don’t know if I can handle this.’’

He felt warm, wet tears roll down his face. He couldn’t explain why he was crying, or the sense of dread that had washed over him, but the more he thought about that damn test, the worse he felt.

‘I can’t do this.’

——

If Callon was in his nest when Alex arrived home from work, that meant one of two things.

He was incredibly horny.

He was upset.

Sometimes, it was hard to tell which.

Alex walked inside, seeing Callon curled up under the blankets, holding some sort of stuffed animal close to his chest.

“Callon?” He called out quietly, unsure if he was awake. He walked closer, not wanting to enter his nest if Callon wanted to be alone.

Callon slowly woke up, turning towards Alex. “Oh, you’re back.”

As soon as Callon opened his eyes, Alex knew something was wrong; his eyes were red and puffy, he looked exhausted. “Can…Can I come in?” Callon nodded, and Alex set his things down, laying down next to him in Callon’s nest. “What’s wrong, what happened?” This had seemingly come out of nowhere.

Callon sat up, ‘he’s a fucking doctor dumbass, you aren’t hiding shit from him.’ He sighed, unsure of how to start. “I…”

“Wait, hold on,” Alex interrupted him, looking over his face. He brushed a strand of hair away from Callon’s face, “you have something under your eye,” he said, grabbing a small fallen eyelash from Callon’s cheek. He noticed the tiniest of details, the slightest change of his demeanor.

“Oh,” Callon trailed off, feeling his fingers brush against his face, inhaling the sterile smell of hand sanitizer and latex gloves. “Thanks. Anyway, uh…I’m not really sure how else to say this.”

“Say what?”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

Alex paused, furrowing his brow. “You…you think?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, perhaps too casual for the situation at hand. “I don’t know for sure. I mean, I did the test thing, it had the little plus sign, and then I threw it in the garbage.”

“Why’d you throw it away?”

“I don’t know, looking at it made me mad. Plus I like, pissed on it, it’d be weird to keep it.”

“Plenty of people do it, that’s why there’s the cap on top.”

“Did you want me to keep it?”

“I mean, kinda, yeah. It would’ve been nice to see it together,” he said as he ran his hand down his arm. “But it’s fine. We’ll get another, and we’ll be sure,” he kissed the top of his forehead. “But…why did looking at it upset you?”

“I guess I just…” he looked back out the window, watching a woman kneel on the sidewalk to tie her child’s shoelaces. “I don’t think I’d be very good at it. Being a parent, having a kid.”

Alex held him closer, “I don't think that’d be true. It’s not like you’re bad with kids.”

“Yeah, but…I don’t know. I don’t think I’m responsible. I’m incredibly immature, I’m self-centered, I’ve done horrible things, I mean for fucks sake-.”

“Callon, you had no choice,” Alex interrupted. “I think for what you went through though…that's natural. For what it’s worth, I think you’d do great at it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“For one, you’re a lot more patient than you give yourself credit for. You have a lot of love to give. You know what you needed, what you didn’t get back then. I know you don’t believe me, but…despite everything, I still think you’re a good person,” he said before planting a kiss on his cheek.

Callon looked back at the stuffed bear he held; it was the one thing in the nest Alex hadn’t bought him, the only memory he had of his own mother before she vanished decades ago. ‘The bar’s pretty low. So long as I don’t fuck off somewhere, I’m doing better than her. Definitely better than my father.’ Despite his sentiment, he still held the bear tighter, wishing for a comfort that didn’t exist. “Thanks,” was all he stammered out to Alex, resting his head on his chest.

At first, Callon thought his newfound condition would make the nightmares go away, but it only seemed to make them worse.

He woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He could feel the fiber cloth over his face, the water flooding his nose and throat, the man screaming in his ear while another held him down. He touched his face over and over, ensuring his face was dry.

He stumbled over to the bathroom, still not one-hundred percent sure if what was around him was real or not. There on the counter were the three positive tests; now, they were sure. Nearly a month old, yet on the bathroom counter they remained. It felt strange to throw them out now.

He looked towards the mirror, the man in front of him unrecognizable. He was softer, harsh edges smoothed out by ten years of marriage and a house far away from the city where he once lived. If his father could see him, he’d call him weak. He always had, but this time Callon would’ve believed him.

Alex said he looked happier, healthier, a newfound glow to his face. Yet Callon wasn’t sure if he liked the person he became; He had no problem being a whore in the past, yet found himself struggling to look at himself naked in the mirror, a newfound hesitancy during sex. He had killed dangerous men, shot at police officers, yet now got anxious if they were out past dark. He couldn’t even watch fireworks without starting to shake.

His father would be right. Love had made him weak.

‘I’m gonna be sick.’

His body grew unbearably hot, bile rising in his throat. He ran to the toilet, unsure if the nightmares or his new condition brought on the nausea; it very well could’ve been both.

‘Just when I thought I might’ve avoided this shit,’ he thought as he vomited into the toilet. He could hear footsteps behind him, dreading the thought of Alex seeing him when he was so vulnerable. He could feel his presence as he sat down behind him, Alex’s hands pulling his hair back; maybe it wasn’t long enough to be necessary, but the gesture alone brought him some comfort.

Alex held his hair with one hand while rubbing his back with the other. “I’m sorry,” he said in a whisper.

Callon took deep breaths, exhausted. “Don’t be. It’s…it’s not your fault,” he mumbled. The worst of his sickness was over, at least for today.

“Well…it kinda is,” he joked.

He managed to get a quiet laugh out of Callon before he flushed the toilet. He stood up and walked to the sink to brush his teeth, hoping to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth. Alex followed him, leaning against the counter. “Feel better?”

Callon shrugged as he finished cleaning up, feeling a bit better than before. “It’s like the worst hangover of my life,” he mumbled, rinsing his mouth out one more time for good measure before looking back at the mirror. He turned to his side, looking for any sign of change to his body. Alex wrapped his arms around him from behind, his hands gently caressing his stomach.

‘Great, now I can’t look at my body and hate myself, that’s like, my favorite activity. Thanks, asshole,’ he thought, still staring at the two of them in the mirror. Alex’s reflection grounded him; he knew he was real. He knew what Alex looked like. Surely, the version of himself looking back had to be real too. “Do I look different?”

“You want me to be honest?”

“Yeah.”

“Not really. It’s gonna be at least another month until you get bigger. That’ll be fun.”

“Ugh,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “You say that like you’re looking forward to it.”

“Maybe I am. I think you’ll be cute,” he teased, planting a kiss on his shoulder.

“You’re so weird,” he smirked, walking back inside their room, past the bed and into the nest. That felt like a more suitable location to rest for now.

“Do you want me to stay home today?” Alex asked, sitting next to him and petting his head.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine,” Callon said as he curled up under the blankets, at peace as he was surrounded by Alex’s scent.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Don’t take off for me, you’re important. I’ll be alright,” he nodded.

Alex sighed, “alright. I need to get ready for work, but I’ll check on you before I leave. If you need anything, just text me, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled, feeling Alex kiss his forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said as he watched Alex walk into the bathroom to shower. He looked back at his stomach; Alex was right. It didn’t look all that different; but it certainly felt different.

“Don’t…don’t do that,” he mumbled, talking at his stomach. “You’re like, what, the size of a walnut? You have no right to be doing all that,” he grabbed his phone, typing in his question to confirm if he was right. “A raspberry. You’re the size of a fucking raspberry. So chill out.” He looked down at his stomach once more, as if expecting a response.

‘This is so stupid, I’m literally going insane.’

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🔵: can you come home early 🔴: maybe, why? Is everything okay? 🔵: no I need you 🔵: inside me 🔵: now 🔴: does it hurt? You shouldn’t be in heat. 🔵: if I said it did would you come home 🔴: … 🔵: it hurts soooooo baaaaad

Callon had been like this for weeks now. He had always been a person who didn’t just like sex, but loved it. Yet now, it seemed like he needed it. Constantly. They’d fuck before Alex left for work, when he got back, and before they’d go to bed. He never seemed fully satisfied, no matter how many times he covered himself in his own cum.

🔴: give me an hour to finish everything 🔵: what about finishing ME 🔴: you’re just going to have to wait a bit. 🔵: ;—; 🔵: please? 🔵: 📎 1 IMG ATTACHMENT

He knew damn well what would be in that photo, but couldn’t help himself. He clicked on it, and there was Callon on his side, his pussy wet and stretched open by a dildo, his cock hard above it.

🔵: it’s not the same I wanna feel you

He couldn’t help but just stare at the photo. Callon was getting bigger, but that didn’t bother him. If anything, it was even more exciting. His thighs and ass were thicker, his belly growing.

‘Look at what you’ve done to him,’ he thought to himself. He saw Callon everyday, noticing change was difficult. Yet something about this photo made Alex finally realize all that was different; all because of him.

🔴: I’ll leave in ten minutes

Just like Callon’s first heat, when Alex arrived home he found Callon in his nest, playing with himself. He was much more controlled this time, watching Alex walk through the door.

He slowed his pace, moving the toy in and out as he spoke. “Hi,” he said softly, grinning. He was casual, much more calm and collected than what the messages had implied.

Alex smiled, taking off his lab coat before setting his things down and walking towards him. He started to undo his belt as he approached, “look at you, acting so innocent. Even after you make me leave work early just to fuck you.”

Callon kept pushing the toy in and out, “what about it?”

He pulled his cock out, “I’m just saying, everyone’s been going on about how cute you look knocked-up. How you’re glowing, how soft you look.” He held Callon’s chin up, the slight country drawl emerging as he lowered his voice. “Everyone knows that’s because of me, isn’t that right?”

“Hmm…I suppose so.” He said leaning forward, pleasuring himself with one hand and stroking Alex’s cock with the other. He started to lick the head of his cock, taking his time before running his tongue along the shaft.

Alex placed his hand on the back of his head, the other stroking his face. “Come on, no need to be so shy. Show me you want it.” Callon wrapped his lips around the tip before taking as much of Alex’s cock as he could. Alex let out a moan, pushing Callon down further. The urge to shove his cock down his throat was there, but he didn’t want to be too rough, not with him like this. “That’s it, good boy,” he cooed, watching as Callon struggled to focus on moving the toy as he sucked Alex’s cock. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side before pulling out of Callon’s mouth. He laid down next to him, “why don’t you give me that, and let me help you?”

Callon smiled, giving him the toy before crawling on top of him, his pussy dripping wet, his cock hard as he handed the toy to Alex. As soon as Alex felt Callon’s mouth once more, he started fucking him with the toy, his undivided attention on Callon. Callon whimpered onto his cock, his juices leaking out onto Alex’s chest. He moved faster, taking it all into his mouth and sucking Alex off diligently. Alex kept fucking him with the toy, reaching with his other hand to stroke Callon’s cock, his belly hanging down in front of it.

He took the toy out of him, wanting to know how he tasted. He grabbed his ass, pulling him closer before licking his pussy up and down, his moans getting louder. He had kept him waiting long enough. He smacked Callon’s ass, watching it move. “You’ve been good. Take what you want.”

Callon got off him and turned around, wasting no time straddling Alex and lowering himself onto his cock, eagerly bouncing up and down. He was right; the toys didn’t compare. The feeling of Alex holding his hips, the way he looked up at him, nothing compared. He moved himself back and forth, feeling Alex’s cock hit his g-spot easily from this angle. He leaned down to kiss him, his belly pressing against Alex’s chest.

The more he bounced up and down, the more exhausted he became. This was the feeling he had been waiting for for hours, yet he couldn’t keep going, his inner thighs nearly burning. He had been able to ride him for hours before, yet now he was…tired. Winded, even. His body couldn’t keep up.

It was humiliating. He had so desperately begged for sex, only to fail to deliver. He wanted more, yet his body ached. He slowed down, unable to keep up his pace.

“Callon? What’s wrong?” Alex ran his hands down his sides, caressing him gently and looking up with worry.

“I…I’m sorry, I can’t-”

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” Alex said, reaching up and wiping away tears Callon hadn’t even realized were there.

‘Was I crying? Fuck, just kill me. I need the Gods to kill me right now. I’m crying over not being able to ride dick good anymore. Fuck, I’m actually going to lose my mind.’ He wasn’t sure what to say, holding Alex’s hand. He had always been fit; running across rooftops, dexterously weaving through crowds, taking opponents down quickly. Now, he was out of breath from five minutes of being on top of Alex; his body was deteriorating, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“Callon, please, tell me what’s going on inside your head. Let me help you,” Alex said, Callon still sitting on top of him.

“I just…I don’t like feeling bad at sex.” Sex was the last of Callon’s talents he could still use; normal society didn’t have use for him, in his eyes. In abandoning a life of crime and destruction, his identity was lost with it.

“Cal, you’re not bad at sex. It’s okay if you’re tired, you have every reason to be. We don’t have to do it like this. We don't have to keep going at all if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to. I just…I don’t like not being able to do things I could before.”

“Just because you can’t do things now doesn’t mean you’ll never do them again.” He ran his hands along Callon’s belly. “You’ve got…quite a lot going on, to say the least.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “I know.” He took a deep breath. “I do want to keep going, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Alex smiled, grabbing his hand and kissing it. “Here, get up,” Alex said before lightly tapping Callon’s side. Callon got off of him, and before he knew it Alex had scooped him up into his arms. It was something he did often, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise, yet when he carried him over to the bed he felt much more relaxed.

Alex laid down on his side, holding Callon against him, hands wandering down his body. He held him close, whispering in his ear, “just let me take care of you.”

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Callon was relieved once his morning sickness went away, however the strange food cravings seemed to take its place. He had always eaten fairly healthy, aside from the late night fast food trips with friends during college. Right now, all he wanted was anything sweet, or anything spicy.

Things were getting harder, and it drove him insane. He couldn’t drink, he couldn’t smoke, and his back constantly ached. He wasn’t going to the gym anymore, even though he knew he should. Still, even if he wouldn’t admit it, going out alone felt scarier now more than ever. He couldn’t run as fast, or hit as hard, and he had someone else to worry about. It was easier to just stay in his nest. He laid there, messing with his phone while some sort of crime documentary played on the television.

“He thought he was untouchable. Yet all it took for him to finally be caught was one mistake; taking a drink from a glass of water at the victim’s apartment.”

“What a fucking moron,” Callon mumbled, hand on his belly as he laid on top of his pile of pillows and blankets, constantly shifting and repositioning himself to stay comfortable. “You gotta treat it like you’re walking into like…I don’t know, like a hospital room filled with people who have the plague. I mean, it’s not like you can wear a hazmat suit but like, cover your hands, your feet, you gotta treat it like you could catch a deadly disease at any moment, you can’t do stupid shit like that.”

‘Who are you talking to?’ He asked himself. He hadn’t even realized how much of a habit he had made out of just talking at his belly. Of course, he never got a response, but it just made sense to him.

“Your dad says that it’s good I talk to you. And you can like, recognize our voices. But…I’m not so sure if that’s a good idea.” He looked back up at the television. “Should I…should I turn this off? Cause you’re …negative months old,” he reasoned to himself. “If you were here, I mean here here, I probably wouldn’t, so…” he sighed, unable to shake the odd feeling of guilt. “Well, now I’m thinking about it. Alright, no more murder, sorry.”

He felt another kick as he started to flip through the channels. “I don’t care if you were watching that, you’re like…negative five months old, I think. I don’t remember how math works.”

He had spent nearly the entire day doing nothing, and he despised it. He looked back to his phone, reading one of the many, many, many articles and excerpts Alex had sent him to read. ‘The second trimester is the most enjoyable stage’, he read. “Yeah, that’s fucking bullshit,” he mumbled under his breath. He thought back to his last doctor’s appointment.

“I mean, I’m not upset about it, but how does that work?” They were having a girl. Even if Callon was an omega, it didn’t make sense to him.

“Even for male omegas, the egg always carries an X chromosome, so the odds of one sex over the other are consistent with beta and omega females.”

“…what?”

Alex put a hand on his shoulder, knowing Callon didn’t want to spend more time at the doctor’s than he had to. “I’ll explain it to you later,” he whispered in his ear.

“What is cause for concern however, is the baby’s size.”

He stood up, walking over to the mirror once again. It was now painfully obvious he was pregnant. It had gotten to a point he didn’t even want to leave the house anymore, especially if he was alone.

“You’re gonna be a big fucking baby, apparently.”

His train of thought was interrupted by the sharp sensation of the baby kicking. He winced, holding onto the counter, “I’m just being honest! He walked back to his nest, opting to scroll through his phone just a little longer before attempting…anything.

🔴: Did you think more about what we talked about at the doctor’s? 🔵: my pussy so tight it could kill me ✊😔

Being a male omega, Callon’s vagina couldn’t stretch nearly as much as that of a female omega or beta’s. Typically it wouldn’t be an issue, but their child was estimated to be at least eight pounds; there were still four more months to go.

🔴: I’m serious, we need to make a decision sooner than later. 🔵: I know, it’s just kinda like 🔵: I don’t wanna be a pussy you know 🔴: Doing what’s medically best for your isn’t being a pussy. 🔵: Yeah, I guess just… 🔵: what do you think. I honestly trust your opinion more than the doctor’s 🔴: Statistically, both do come with risks, albeit low chances of them. 🔴: A c-section is still a major surgery, and you’ll take a lot longer to recover. 🔴: There’s a higher risk of infection and blood clots. 🔴: However, if you were to do it naturally…how do I say this 🔴: You’re already born a man, plus you’re not…you’re pretty thin. 🔵: So you’re saying I’m just a little guy :3 🔴: Medically speaking, yes. You are just a little guy. 🔴: My view is modern medicine and magic have come a very long way. The risk is there, it’s higher than natural birth, but it’s not a big risk to begin with nowadays. We’re talking a difference of 5% going to 10%, and even so those are things that we can treat. 🔴: If you go the natural route, you could experience pretty severe tearing. 🔵: Yeah but I can withstand that, I’ve literally been stabbed, shot, waterboarded, the list goes on tbh 🔴: Babe I’m not sure you can, I don’t think you fully realize what that could entail. It’s not about pain tolerance or mental fortitude. It’s about potentially permanently damaging your body, and the risks both of you could undergo. 🔴: There are cases where babies arms or clavicles are broken during birth because they get stuck. 🔵: well fuck why didn’t you lead with that? 🔴: I don’t know, I’m surprised the doctor didn’t bring it up to be honest. 🔵: I don’t like him I feel like he thinks I’m stupid 🔵: but anyway I don’t care about me, but I don’t wanna break her fuckin arm 🔴: Callon, I want you to care about yourself, not just her, not just me.

Callon set his phone down, looking up at the ceiling. It only now dawned on him that he had yet another person he needed to stay alive for. He sighed, looking back at his stomach.

“I guess I’m no good to you dead, am I?” He walked back over to his nest, typing out a response.

🔵: I’ve decided 🔵: cut me open bro 🔴: Just so we are on the same page. 🔴: You do know I’m not going to be the one doing it right? 🔵: why not you’re a doctor 🔴: Not that type of doctor 🔵: idk you doing surgery on me could be kinda intimate 🔴: Okay I love you and I’m glad you came to a decision 🔴: but please do not continue that thought ---

🔵: dude I have tits now 🧡: wait fr??? 🔵: ya this shits lit 🔵: I’ve literally just been laying here squishing them for like an hour this is fucking awesome 🔵: apparently they’re gonna go away eventually tho :( 🧡: that’s lame 🧡: maybe if you ask nicely you can keep them

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Estelle was in fact, a big baby.

So much so that Alex’s first words upon seeing her were literally “that’s a big fucking baby.”

Callon’s recovery went smoothly, and only two weeks after coming home from the hospital, he was absolutely restless. All he wanted to do was walk around the house, hardly letting Alex help him at all.

‘Maybe I was too cautious,’ Alex thought, watching him slowly pace around Estelle’s room as she slept. He still needed help sitting up, yet he was insistent on getting out of bed whenever he could. “You should probably take it easy,” Alex said, leaning against the doorway.

“I’m fine,” he said, nodding his head. “I’m feeling a lot better than I was last week. I didn’t even take my pain meds.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Yeah, but it’s not-”

“Take your pain meds.”

He groaned, “I’m fine, seriously. Don’t baby me, baby the baby,” he said as he tried to get past him.

“How about this? You take care of the baby, and I take care of you?”

“You say that, but I know you’re not gonna let me do jackshit if I get back in bed.”

Alex smiled, “maybe so.” He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You don’t think you’ve earned it though?”

“I mean…” he sighed, looking back at Estelle. “I’ve just felt so useless for so long, I need to be on my feet.”

“You haven’t been useless. You did that,” he pointed at the child. “That’s no easy feat.”

“I guess,” he sighed, leaning into his arms. “I just wanna do something, like…this sounds dumb, but I didn’t think she’d sleep so much. I also thought she’d cry a lot more,” he said before walking back over and sitting in front of the crib. “I don’t know. I feel like that should be a good thing, but I’m not sure if that’s normal or not.”

Alex sat down beside him, “it’s not abnormal. She might just be a chill baby.”

“I severely doubt that. Neither of us have been chill about anything, ever.”

“I think she’s okay, though. Give it time. It’s only been a couple of weeks.”

MAN

I had a few more ideas I wanted to write but I just couldn’t figure them out. I’m so bad at fluff man. If there’s interest I’ll give it another go, I love domestic stuff but I’m not very good at it.

Also! Their daughter has been mentioned as Ellie in other posts, but Estelle here; Ellie is her nickname :3 my idea was she just couldn’t really get the hang of the ‘st’ sound, so it just sounded like she was saying Ellie instead of her actual name, and it just stuck :D

But yeah. It was kinda interesting writing about bro’s mafia trauma and family trauma in relation to having a kid. A lot of Callon’s experience with PTSD is based on my own, so writing a lot of these scenes was quite cathartic, despite not having children myself.

I just have a lot of thoughts abt them all of the time. I could write little epilogue era drabbles for them and Taleisin all day, I just want them to be happy.

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Thinking more abt logistics of epilogue era stuff and yapping abt everyone’s ending.

Big spoilers for literally every modern era story. Yapping abt how I imagine the sequence of events would go from the time the stories end to like. A few years before the parenting drabbles.

I still don’t know exactly how things will entirely shake out, but let’s assume shit hits the fan

I don’t think everyone would be in the same spot initially. However, I do think there’s a way for a happy ending where Ronan and his family find a way out of the game while not implicating Alex, and finding a way for Tali to reconnect with all his friends.

I think Rennyn would find a way out too, although he’d have a harder time. Ronan’s had an escape plan for years now. He’s seen a lot of death. He knows his safety, and the safety of his family, isn’t guaranteed. Rennyn on the other hand thinks he’s invincible, and is willing to go to extreme lengths for money and power. When things start to fall, they fall fast, and he isn’t prepared. However, both him and his reader are smart, and are studying different areas of law and public policy. It’s chaotic, it’s scary, but they find a way. After all, for both families, money is no object.

There’s a lot of worldbuilding questions I need to answer regarding the legal system, but there’s a few things I do know already;

1) There is no extradition treaty between Iirileth (country all stories take place in) and Eldor (Alex’s home country/Ronan’s ex-wife’s home country):

There’s a few potential reasons for this, but getting into them would a lot of worldbuilding explanations that we probably don’t have time for. Therefore, it’s a pretty popular destination for Iirilethian criminals. It’s got a lot of space, tons of tiny towns, and decent-sized Elvish populations. There is some worry about anti-magic sentiment, but it’s much more a regional issue these days than a shared sentiment across the entire country.

2) Taleisin is on this world’s equivalent of the no-fly list because of his father.

If Eldor does anything well, it’s holding grudges. They don’t care that it’s been nearly 300 years since Dr. Velathil Nerixi set foot in the country, because when he did, he blew up several buildings, murdered a dozen people, and was potentially involved in the murder or a religious official. It’s a long story. One that Taleisin knows very little about.

3) Despite this, Taleisin’s father has a lot of money and a lot of sway within his home country.

It doesn’t matter if he was associated with the mafia at any point for any reason. He’s not going to jail.

4) Both Ronan and Rennyn’s family would have connections to identity brokers, and would flee overseas to Eldor.

Realistically, neither would keep the same first name most likely. Yet for storytelling reasons, they do in all epilogue era stuff. However, all of their last names, and your name, as the reader, would likely change. You’d have brand new documents, an entire new life made up for you in a matter of hours.

Rennyn and his reader go where no one would ever suspect a man like him; a quiet, white-picket fence type town with less than 10,000 people. Their new identities include a marriage certificate, the two of you connected from the very start of your new lives.

You debate for hours over your new backstories.

5) Callon would be unable to flee with Ronan and his family.

Ronan does his best to help him, but Callon traveling with the family is too much of a liability. After all, his face is out there from when Rennyn leaks Callon’s sex tape of him and the senator. It’s his face from years ago, and it doesn’t make international news, but it’s his face nonetheless. Still, Ronan gets him a new identity and tells him to get overseas. He’ll contact him when it’s safe for them to meet; when that could be could be weeks, maybe even months.

6) Alex needs to stay in Iirileth when Callon flees.

He’s placed under strict house (dorm?) arrest during the manhunt for the Vedrexa’s. Dr. Nerixi hires a lawyer for him during this time, but every text and phone call he makes is monitored. Taleisin visits him when he can, but he’s struggling to comprehend everything Callon’s been accused of. There’s no cameras, but there’s reason to believe the room’s been bugged; however, no cameras.

7) Callon makes it to Eldor, and only knows one place to go.

Everyone is pretty on edge when they find out who Callon is. Yet Alex’s great-grandmother, the Elvish matriarch of the family, fucking loves him. So he stays. In Alex’s childhood bedroom.

This makes for some interesting conversations when they finally obtain burner phones and are able to communicate for the first time in weeks; Nerixi is able to send Alex’s number to Callon, and Callon his to Nerixi’s, both hidden in what appears as correspondance between Nerixi and Alex’s mother. Callon also dyes his hair, and keeps a low profile; in a small town like Alex’s, that means rarely, if ever, leaving the house.

🔴: Are you okay?

🔴: Holy fuck I love you so much, please tell me you’re okay.

🔵: I love you too 🩷 I’m holding up, I’m a brunette now hope that’s ok

🔴: It is more than okay, I’d love to see you

🔵: I found the porn magazines under your bed

🔵: Didn’t know high school Alex was chill like that

🔴: Are you just? Going through my shit?

🔵: Yeah man I’m bored

8) Callon ends up getting intel about how things are going back home from Alex’s sister, who Alex’s parents don’t know Callon is aware of.

She was in fact, not just an addict sharing drugs with friends when she was arrested. She was no big time hustler, but she knew a few people connected to Ronan’s operation.

9) Alex does not return home until the manhunt is deemed unsuccessful; a few months after him and Taleisin finish school. Callon and Rennyn never get their degrees.

I imagine this is a pretty heartfelt reunion. But they’re also still at his parent’s house. They probably sneak off at night and have the craziest sex imaginable.

10) At this point, Callon’s able to reconnect with Ronan and his family.

It’d be unwise for them to live too close together, but they at least know where everyone is.

11) Alex and Callon get married, and they relocate to another small town; the town where Rennyn and his reader reside.

The town is just large enough for them not to cross paths. Not yet, anyway.

12) Taleisin finds a way to get taken off the no fly list.

His father does not. But he manages to track down where Callon and Alex ended up. Despite everything, Alex and Callon will always be the first friends he made after eighty years of isolation. His reader figures out what’s going on much earlier to this, mainly through the news, and Taleisin tearfully tells her everything he knows and how he didn’t want to worry her.

13) Taleisin and reader visit them, but Taleisin kinda likes the idea of getting out of the city.

Completely unrelated, but…maybe he could use a fresh start too. This actually seems like a nice, quiet place to build a life together. However, being so far from family would be rough. Maybe his dad eventually gets taken off, and just has an incredibly strict visa if he ever visits.

14) Ronan and his reader effectively retire with enough money to last them several lifetimes.

They probably have kids of their own too. Maybe just one or two though. I don’t think Ronan would get a job, at least not for awhile. He’s tired. He just wants to enjoy time with his kids and reader.

15) Taleisin and reader move.

Partially for his friends, maybe him and reader actually find decent jobs there. Maybe everyone could use a fresh start.

Then I think…things would be okay. It wouldn’t be until years later Taleisin and reader have a kid. Alex and Callon would a year or so later, and unknowingly so do Rennyn and his reader.

It isn’t until nearly a decade later Rennyn and Callon run into each other at their kid’s school, only to learn the world is much smaller than they think. And that their kids are friends. Because of course they are; maybe it’s fate, or maybe it’s they’re both shy awkward girls that both happen to like the same board games at recess. Who knows.

I don’t think Rennyn’s sister is gonna make it to the end, unfortunately.

This is probably pretty stressful for both of them, both of them convinced the other is hellbent on destroying the other’s peaceful way of life they’ve build up.

I think both Callon and Rennyn would realize they actually have a lot in common, and let bygones be bygones and be friends. After all, that’s a lot of trauma that not many other people can relate to, and Rennyn DOES have a lot of trauma. He just deals with it in the worst ways possible.

I think that could be a really interesting dynamic. It’s something I’m exploring in a parenting drabble that got way too complex, and will be awhile until I post it so I don’t spoil too much, but yeah wanted to yap.

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eebeebackup · 10 days ago

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Modern Fantasy Setting Adventures

The city of Librevarde holds opportunity for all. Formerly named after one of the fallen Elvish noble families, Librevarde has been the magical capital of the world for nearly 2000 years; long before the revolution against the aristocratic oligarchy eighty years ago.

The city is thriving under its new democracy, experiencing prosperity never before seen by the common man while still spearheading innovation through it's prestigious universities and scholars. However, not all noble families disappeared; some simply rebranded.

Characters and recommended reading order below! It’s not necessary to read every story to understand each plot, but if you’d like to see some fun hints, connections, and other perspectives, I’d recommend reading in this order!

Taleisin Nerixi: The son of a noble scholar and famous mage, Taleisin was born without the gift of magic. After seeing nearly all of his friends killed during the revolution, Taleisin went into hiding with his family before learning they'd be spared. However, when the rest of his family re-entered society, he did not.

After eighty years of isolation, he's finally made the bold move to pursue a higher education at the age of 102. To his surprise, he quickly made friends within the school's marching band and his classes, and has now encountered you; an aspiring singer and bard who needs a duet partner.

Tags: Nerd BF, Sub male, switch male, loser bf, bdsm dynamics later on, college au, marching band au, music major au, reader is 18-23, chubby fem reader in mind.

Legacy Series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

One-Shot: Succubus Reader

Part 5

Bonus: Foursome with Taleisin, Reader, Callon, and Alex

Ronan Vedrexa: The son of a former noble house head, Ronan Vedrexa (formerly Ronan Zarzaren) is the current mastermind behind the Vedrexa crime family; a family business that's made it's fortune selling a popular drug that not only gives you a high to die for, but can enhance the powers of mages beyond belief; at the cost of one's body. With his father's death twenty years ago, Ronan and his brother have spent the last sixty years trying to maintain the empire their father built; all while taking of his two young children.

When his wife abandons their family for a 'new job opportunity' he learns he can't do this so alone. He hires you; an experienced nanny looking for a job after your former employer could no longer afford your services. You quickly learn how he's able to afford your exorbitant salary, and lines of professionalism are slowly blurred.

Tags: mafia au, dom male, reader is late 20s-mid 30s, parenting au, dilf, bdsm dynamics, chubby fem reader in mind.

Legacy Series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Callon Vedrexa: Ronan's nephew and one of Taleisin's best friends, Callon has never quite fit in with his father's idealized image of him. Desperate for a normal life, Callon managed to convince their father to let him attend college; so long as he remembers family comes first. After a year long friends-with-benefits situation becomes serious, he quickly learns how difficult managing a relationship in his line of work can be.

Alex Fairin: A mage from Eldor; a country where magic was banned until three-hundred years ago. Despite three centuries passing, his tiny hometown village feels stuck in the past, and after earning copious amounts of scholarships, Alex was able to attend the University of Librevarde to study blood-magic related medicine. After hooking up with Callon in the bathroom during marching band auditions, it only takes a year for their friends-with-benefits relationship to escalate. Things quickly start to seem off, and Callon is hesitant to let him in.

Tags: oc x oc, smut, mlm, marching band au, mafia au, daddy kink, mentions of past sa, drug use, nonbinary mc, public sex, they are freaks for each other oh my god, angst, friends with benefits

Legacy Series

Alex/Callon Prologue

Alex/Callon Part 1

Alex/Callon Part 2

Alex/Callon Part 3

Alex/Callon Part 4

Rennyn Arzell: The type of role-model every college wants to plaster over their website. Rennyn isn't just a Dean's List student, but the president of the Student Advisory Board; an elected group of students to facilitate feedback and recommendations from students to faculty, while also organizing community events on campus. You are the advisory board secretary, a position that you were given by a professor, rather than elected for, after the previous secretary had to step down. The two of you clash often, resulting in a cruel rivalry. However, after being forced to study together, that rivalry starts to manifest in a different way, and you learn there's much more to him than you originally thought.

Tags: Chubby reader, female reader, reader x oc, bully x reader, fatphobia, college au, technically mafia au but not sure how much that's gonna come up, dubcon, cnc, bd/sm dynamics, sub reader, toxic relationship

Rennyn Part 1

Rennyn Part 2 Rennyn Part 3

One-Shot: Bunny Hybrid Reader

Rennyn Part 4

One-Shot: Bunny Hybrid Reader in Heat

Rennyn Part 5

TAGLIST: @totalfairytaillover-blog

Chronological Order

Alex/Callon Prologue

Taleisin Part 1

Ronan Part 1

Taleisin Part 2

Ronan Part 2

Alex/Callon Part 1

Taleisin Part 3

Alex/Callon Part 2

Ronan Part 3

Ronan Part 4

Taleisin Part 4

Alex/Callon Part 3

Rennyn Part 1

Rennyn Part 2

Rennyn Part 3

Ronan Part 5

Alex/Callon Part 4

Taleisin Part 5

Ronan Part 6

Rennyn Part 4

Rennyn Part 5

Taleisin Part 6 (WIP)

Alex/Callon Part 5 (WIP)

Side Characters and Other OC's/Lore

Anthony: Taleisin's freshman year roommate and best friend...who he's neglected a bit now that you're in the picture. He doesn't mind, managing to keep busy by volunteering to help out in the school's music library, and with a rather unique side job.

Ezra: A close friend to Taleisin's family, tasked by Taleisin's father to keep an eye on him. The vice-president of the Advisory Board, Ezra's very particular about how he wants things to get done, and highly suspicious of a few individuals on campus; some of whom are in him and Taleisin's friend group.

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Blood Money: Part 4 (Alex/Callon)

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2- Part-3 Modern Fantasy Masterlist

Synopsis: When Callon doesn't respond after hastily leaving for surprise shift at work, Alex starts to worry.

WC: 4.2k

CWs/Tags: mentions of drug abuse, frotting, male squirting/watersports, vague mentions of child abandonment/neglect/abuse

🔴: hey can you let me know when you’re back from work

Alex laid in bed, staring up at his phone as he reread the message he sent hours ago. Even on nights Callon worked late, he hadn’t ever said nothing. He sent another text.

🔴: just wanna make sure you’re okay, please let me know when you see this

It was nearly four in the morning, far past when Alex usually went to bed. In a few hours, the sun would be up; Callon was almost always home by then. He couldn’t help but shake the feeling something was off. When Alex saw a new message notification, his eyes widened.

🔵: sorry I couldn’t use my phone it was busy 🔵: I’m back but I’m going to bed I’m exhausted 🔴: it’s alright, you just seemed upset after the game and I was concerned

🔵: I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna worry you 🔴: it’s alright, I just worry about you in general lol 🔵: what are you gay 🔴: … 🔴: Callon we’ve been dating for nearly six months 🔵: nice 👍 🔵: Fr tho I was just upset abt working, I wanted you to stay the night :( 🔵: and my dads a dick so yk 🔴: I get it 🔴: I’m just glad you’re alright, but I can’t keep my eyes open 🔵: wait you didn’t stay up for me did you? 🔴: I couldn’t sleep 🔵: aaaaaaaa :( 🔵: I’m really sorry 🔴: it’s not your fault 🔴: we’ll talk in the morning, I love you 🔵: ❤️

—

It wasn’t unusual for Callon to sleep late into the afternoon. Given his strange work hours, Alex really couldn’t blame him. Yet even though he had stayed up just as late, he still woke up at eight in the morning, the same time as always. He sat at his desk, preparing as much as he could for his first fellowship meeting on Monday.

He had taken enough required classes to know theoretically how hemomancy worked, and he had done the most basic forms of it to heal minor wounds, but beyond that, his knowledge was limited; it was a highly regulated school of magic, and for good reason. Still, even if there wasn’t much he could try on his own, he figured he could at least learn as much as he could.

He received an email notification that caught his eye, from his professor.

Alexander,

I’ve been thinking about the story you told me during your interview. I apologize if this is insensitive, but it inspired me; I’ve been given a multitude of topics the College would like me to research, yet none of them intrigue me. I didn’t go into this field to simply reassure people of what they already know, but to discover what they do not.

The interactions of anthurium during hemomantic spells and procedures is dreadfully under-researched, and to some, controversial. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about the drug dens and anthurium pits deep within the city; along with who profits off them.

He had not.

I’ve seen from personal experience the interactions anthurium and hemomancy can have, yet my anecdotes are far from conclusive studies. Others have attempted to research the effects of anthurium with hemomantic procedures and spells, yet somehow their funding always gets pulled at the last minute. Funny, isn’t it? It’s incredible how much corruption people are willing to overlook so long as their streets are clean and safe at night.

However, the wonderful thing about fellowships is the funding has already been secured, and what we research is up to my discretion. If someone were to block the publication of an innocent undergraduate student’s research, that certainly would be suspicious.

It’s just an idea. As I said, your sister's story was fascinating to me, and from how you told it…there aren’t detailed answers as to how she ended up down her path, outside of just using anthurium. I wanted to propose a means to find those answers. Of course, it’s just an idea.

Let me know your thoughts.

Regards,

Dr. Velathil Nerixi

Alex leaned back in his chair, re-reading the email once more. Was researching such a subject truly that controversial? Why would someone block research that surely would help others, that could help understand how one’s addiction could be cured; or at the very least, how to make the most of it.

Why block knowledge that could’ve prevented his sister’s downward spiral? He started typing up a reply.

Dr. Nerixi,

I would definitely be interested in interactions between hemomancy and anthurium being the research focus of this semester. I’ll do my best to look over as much existing research material as I can.

Thank you,

Alexander Fairin

Just after he pressed send, his phone buzzed.

🔵: good morninggggg I’m awake 🔴: It’s two in the afternoon. 🔵: yeah and ? 🔴: I’m just messing with you, want me to come over? 🔵: ya door is unlocked

It didn’t take long for Alex to make his way over to Callon’s apartment, the two buildings relatively close together. He opened the door, and Callon was comfortably wrapped up in blankets. The room was dark, the lights turned off and the window blinds open, the sun was covered by a mess of gray clouds.

Callon rolled over to face him, only his head sticking out. “Hi,” he yawned.

“Hey,” Alex smiled, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. Callon still looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, his skin paler than usual. Callon sat up, and immediately Alex noticed a large scratch on his shoulder. It wasn’t deep, it couldn’t have been from anything more than a tree branch, but it still stood out. “What happened here?” He asked, gently resting his hand on his shoulder.

Callon looked over, “oh, I don’t really know where that came from.”

“Want me to fix it?”

“Nah, that’s okay. It doesn’t hurt or anything,” he shrugged, laying back down. “Oh, I need to leave at like six, by the way.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, “are they asking you to work again?”

“No, I told Amara she could help me pick out my dress for the Dream Festival,” he yawned. “You’re gonna go with me, right?”

Alex let out a laugh, the memory of last year’s festival still recent; Callon made no mention of going until the day before, and Alex had spent the night thinking it over in Taleisin’s apartment, figuring it was too late to say anything. “Of course,” he laid down next to him, wrapping his arms around Callon. “I wasn’t sure if I should ask you or not.”

He shrugged, “I don’t think it matters who asks. So long as you agree to come. I should’ve asked you last year but…” he trailed off.

“But..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t wanna make things weird, I didn’t really know you all that well back then, outside of sex. But uh…well, things have progressed beyond that now, to say the least,” he laughed.

“I’d say so,” he smiled, kissing his neck. “Well, if we don’t have that much time, I suppose we should make the most of it,” he said, his hands wandering down towards the waistband of Callon’s underwear.

“How romantic,” Callon teased, leaning closer towards him, his body pressed against Alex’s chest. “Coming over just to fuck me,” he laughed.

“Well, I didn’t come over just for that, but…I don’t see why that can’t be romantic, " he whispered in his ear, reaching under the fabric and feeling Callon’s half-hard cock. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know you just woke up,�� he said as he lightly bit his neck.

“No, I want to, just…” he started to stutter, embarrassed. “I just woke up, so-”

“We don't have to do that,” Alex started to move his hand back and forth, feeling Callon get hard. “There’s plenty of other ways I can make you cum. Or I can just hold you, it’s up to you.”

“I…” Callon felt Alex pull his hand away, but grabbed it, leading it back down to his cock. “Don’t stop, please,” he stuttered.

“Look at you, so polite,” he teased. “You worked hard, you just relax and let me take care of you.” He kissed his neck once more, before Callon turned his head, their lips meeting as they embraced. By now, Alex knew exactly what buttons to press to get Callon going. He ran his thumb along the tip, sticky with precum. Callon’s tongue intertwined with his, moaning through their kiss.

It was simple, yet Alex was the only partner Callon ever had who was so concerned with his pleasure, who didn’t just care about getting himself off; if anything, he seemed to enjoy watching Callon squirm and moan under his grip, even if he got no physical pleasure from it. Callon couldn’t help but buck his hips, fucking into his partner’s hand.

“Good boy,” Alex cooed, pulling his hand away before taking his own cock out.

Almost immediately, Callon moved between his legs, eagerly licking his cock. He loved the look of it, the taste of it, the smell of sweat, the feeling of it sliding down his throat. He didn’t just suck his cock out of a feeling of obligation, but a desire to almost worship him, resting his cock on his face as he sucked his balls, stroking him off slowly.

For Alex, Callon had undeniably given him the best head of his life, time after time. It wasn’t just how it felt, but the soft expression on his face as he looked up at him, eager to please. He ran his fingers through his hair, petting his head. “Fuck,” he moaned softly. “Just like that, your mouth feels so good baby.”

Callon kept going, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat. Years of practice made it easy to suppress his gag reflex, effortlessly deepthroating him. It was messy, the sound of him choking on cock, yet to Alex there was an inexplicable charm to it, watching the lengths Callon would go to to pleasure him.

It wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary for Alex to grab his head and face fuck him during a moment like this, yet there was a desire for tenderness, to make love to him rather than just fuck him. It was the smallest gesture, the way Callon hadn’t returned the “I love you,” sent over text the night before, yet Alex was determined to draw those three words from his lips. When Callon paused, Alex held his chin, tilting it upward. He leaned down and kissed him, tasting himself on Callon’s lips, before guiding Callon on top of him, their hard cocks pressed together.

Alex wrapped his hand around their cocks, moving it back and forth as he looked up at Callon. Alex watched as his breath hitched, leaning back as he tried to keep his balance. “Feel good?”

Callon nodded, biting his lip, “mmhmm,” he mumbled. Alex moved his hand faster, and it didn’t take long for Callon to crave more, moving his hips against Alex’s touch, feeling their cocks rub together.

Alex grinned, keeping a steady pace, “you’re so cute like this.”

Callon’s breaths got quicker, “w-what do you mean?”

“Oh, look at you. You’re so desperate, fucking yourself against my cock,” he teased, his voice quiet as he tried to maintain a calm demeanor. His face grew warm, Callon’s blowjob had already pushed him close to the edge. He tightened his grip, moving as fast as he could as he jerked their cocks together.

He listened as Callon whimpered, feeling his hands grip onto his thighs as he tried to keep some level of control. Callon parted his lips as if to speak, but no words came out, his pale skin turning pink. He kept his gaze downwards, watching Alex’s hand pleasure them both.

With his free hand, Alex grabbed Callon’s face, forcing their eyes to meet. “I want to see you when I cum,” Alex said quietly, muffled by his own moans.

Callon nodded, still a whimpering mess, “okay, I…please, please don’t stop,” he begged, biting his lip as he stared back at him.

Alex kept going, pulling Callon’s face closer and kissing him, unable to contain himself anymore as he came all over Callon’s cock; yet he didn’t stop, wanting to make sure Callon finished with him.

They pulled away from the kiss, Alex’s breaths still labored as he came, but managing to maintain his pace, his cum rubbing against their cocks. He let go off his own cock, his attention solely on Callon as he rubbed the tip of his partner’s cock with his thumb. “Good boy, cum for me,” he said softly, knowing those words would drive him crazy.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” He cried out, tossing his head back as he came all over himself and Alex’s hand. “It feels so good, please don’t stop, please!” He sounded like he was almost about to cry, but Alex kept going as he asked.

The sensation of his own warm cum against his cock made his head spin. Soon after he finished, Callon let out another moan before a quick stream of piss spurted out from his cock, completely losing control of his body, the feeling euphoric.

Alex didn’t mind one bit; the look on his face was priceless, his moans pornographic. It was certainly nothing he had ever experienced before, but he was far from disgusted. Alex finally let go, leaning closer to him, feeling Callon’s quick breaths on his face. “That’s right, good-”

His face had turned bright red, and he covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before, I…” as soon as he could form a coherent thought, he immediately began panicking. “This is gross, I’m sorry,” he moved to get up, but Alex grabbed his wrist.

“You’re okay. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I was uh… kind of into it, to be honest,” he shrugged.

Callon’s face was still flushed, standing up and walking to the shower, Alex following behind him. “Well…I’m not planning on making a habit of that. So if you’re into that…tough shit,” he said as he turned on the water.

“Listen, all I’m saying is you don’t have anything to be embarrassed of, that’s all,” Alex pulled him in for another kiss before they stepped inside, the water running over them. He looked back up at him, “I love you, okay?”

Callon moved hesitantly, a small smile on his face. “I love you too,” he said quietly, the words burning in his throat.

It wasn’t that he was lying, he knew how he felt. Yet as his feelings grew stronger, so did his anxiety. His family’s line of work ensured this couldn’t last forever, despite his wishes.

Never before had he experienced fantasies of domesticity; of getting married, of moving in together, of sharing a life with someone. Perhaps if he was lucky, he’d live long enough to make those fantasies a reality; but not with someone who was unaware of his family ties. Not with Alex.

“You alright?” Asked Alex, watching Callon think as the water fell over his face.

“Yeah, I just…” he sighed, grabbing Alex’s hand. “I don’t want you to think I don’t feel the same way you do. About…us. It’s just, it’s a lot. It’s a lot for me. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I guess I just get overwhelmed, and I don’t like people seeing me like that.” Another half-truth; feelings that weren’t incorrect, but not what was on his mind at the moment either.

Alex rested his hand along his cheek, “I get it. It’s hard, being vulnerable. But…I’m never going to judge you for how you show your emotions. I’d like to think I know you well enough by now, there's nothing you can do to scare me away.”

‘You have no god damn idea,’ he thought. ‘Still…I may as well enjoy it while I can.’ He leaned forward resting his head against Alex’s shoulder. “Thanks. It…it means a lot to hear you say that.”

“Of course. Now let’s get cleaned up, we’ll relax, you’ll do your thing, then you can send me pictures of whatever dress you pick. Do you want me to come back over when you get back?”

He nodded, “yeah. That’d be good, I like waking up next to you. It’s uh…” he looked back towards him, “we should do something. Tomorrow. An actual date, like we talked about.”

“I have some reading to do before Monday, but we can definitely do that. Did you have something in mind?”

He shook his head, “no…but you’re smart. You’ll think of something,” he laughed.

“You know what, just because you’re so cute, sure,” he said before planting a kiss on his forehead.

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⚫️: How’d it go? 🔵: It was fine, the nanny asked a lot of questions but it seemed like mostly small talk. ⚫️: She didn't seem suspicious? 🔵: No, I don’t think so. ⚫️: Keep an eye on her when you go over. I don’t like how Ronan’s bringing her around everywhere, there’s ZERO reason for it. 🔵: maybe they’re just hooking up idfk ⚫️: Still, that’s asking for trouble 🔵: you have no room to talk ⚫️: Watch yourself 🔵: I’m just sayin

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“I have no idea where the fuck I’m going,” Callon said as he drove, the headlights all that lit up the road as the city got further and further away.

“That’s the point, it’s meant to be a surprise. Just keep going straight.

The road wasn’t unfamiliar to Callon, in fact it was one he knew intimately well. The road that led out of the city, towards the mountains, and eventually to his uncle’s compound.

“Have you been here before? Where we’re going?” Callon asked.

“No, but…I think you’ll like it. But you’re straight for another five miles, then go right.”

‘Thank the fucking Gods,’ Callon thought, the direction a detour from his uncle’s house. When he took the turn, the road slowly shifted from asphalt to gravel, eventually to dirt. It looked almost like it could be a campground, the road clear, yet there were no tents to be found.

“Are you gonna kill me? This seems like a prime serial killer spot,” he joked.

Alex rolled his eyes, “no, dumbass. Just take the road up that hill, we’re almost there.” The road led up a hill to a clearing, “here, you can stop the car.”

At first, Callon couldn’t see the appeal of driving out into the middle of nowhere. All Alex had told him was to bring blankets, which he simply assumed meant they’d have sex in his car.

He stepped out of the vehicle, and was immediately met with the most beautiful night sky he had ever seen. The light pollution from the city made seeing stars next to impossible, and even at his uncle’s house, the place was well-lit enough that he couldn’t see more than a few shining specks. Yet here, everything was clear.

It was like a painting, splashes of blue and purple behind a symphony of stars, each one as unique as snowflakes. Every worry Callon had about the future, about their relationship, quickly disappeared. It was just him, Alex, and the sky; a comforting reminder of how insignificant they were in the eyes of the Gods.

Alex looked back at Callon, watching him stare up at the sky. “I know we joke about it a lot, how there wasn’t really much to do in my hometown for fun, but…this is one of the things I missed, seeing the stars.” He paused, waiting for a response from Callon that never came. “I…I know it might seem kind of stupid-”

“No,” Callon interrupted him, unaware of the tears rolling down his face, “no, it’s not stupid. It’s beautiful.”

Alex gave him a warm smile, leaning his head against his shoulder. “I thought maybe we could stay here for a bit. You know, look at the stars, just…be together, I guess.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

They laid blankets out onto the grass, laying down next to each other and staring in silence. Alex reached to grab his hand, their fingers interlocking together. Callon was still mesmerized by the sight, the sound of his shaky breaths barely audible. “Have you…have you ever seen anything like this before?” Asked Alex.

“Only once, when I was really young.”

Alex looked over at him, only to see him holding back sobs. “Callon, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I just…” he took a deep breath as best he could. “The last time I saw something like this, it was with my mom.”

Neither of them talked about their families much, yet Alex knew far more about Callon’s family than Callon knew about his. Still, his mother never came up. He assumed she had died, or his parents were divorced. “You haven’t talked about her much.”

“There’s not much to say.”

He still didn’t know the exact circumstances of his mother’s departure. Someone had a hit out on his father, and they had traveled to a lake house down south to hide until the threat was dealt with. At the time, all he thought was they were going on vacation, five years old and naive to the world around him.

“She…she left when I was five. The last time I saw her, we were in a place like this. Far from the city, far from…anyone.” He remembered sitting on the deck, his feet dangling over the water.

‘When can we go home?’

His mother looked down into the water, shaking her head. She sounded like she was about to cry, ‘I…soon. Soon baby, I’m sure.’

‘Okay. Why are you sad?’

She let out a heavy sigh, turning to face him and putting her hands on his shoulders. ‘Callon…I love you. I need you to know that. No matter what happens, I’ll always be your mother. I’ll always love you.’

He nodded, confused at the sudden sentimentality. ‘I love you too, mommy. Is something bad happening?’

She paused, then reluctantly shook her head. ‘No baby. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.’ She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, hugging him close to her chest. ‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled, her words barely audible. ‘I’ll find you, I promise. I’m so sorry.’

He didn’t know why she was apologizing.

“I don’t know why she left, or why she didn’t take me with her, but…I know she loved me. I figure she had to have a good reason, but…” he shrugged, unable to find the words to describe the emptiness he felt. “It sucks.” A severe understatement, her absence leaving him the sole target of his father’s rage.

Alex wasn’t sure how to respond, only able to hold his hand a bit tighter. “I…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Just…is what it is, I guess,” despite his casual choice of words, his body still shuddered, it becoming more and more difficult to hold himself back. “I’m sorry, don’t feel bad, you…you didn’t know, I just-”

“It’s okay. I’m not upset at you. If…” he sat up, looking down at him and wiping away the tears. If you need to cry, then cry.”

“It’s fine, I just need a minute.” He felt pathetic enough already. Years of training himself to hold his emotions back were failing him more and more. ‘Why does he make me into such a fucking pussy?’ He thought, ‘I’ve cried more in the past year than I have in all of high school.’

“Do you want me to hold you?”

He nodded, “yeah.” He sat up, crawling into Alex’s arms and burying his head into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around his neck as he tried to slow his breathing.

Alex ran his fingers through his hair, “it’s okay, I’m here.” Generic phrases of comfort were all he could think of to say.

Yet generic as those words might be, they were words Callon rarely heard. The sensation of Alex’s warm voice against his skin, the way he gently caressed his hair, before running his hands down his back, the feeling of his heartbeat.

He broke down.

Cries he had held in for over a decade came rushing out, finally given permission to show weakness. He wailed like a child, snot and tears staining Alex’s shirt.

Alex didn’t know what to do, other than keep comforting him. It was awkward, admittedly, but he kept holding onto him, hoping to help the pain, however deep it may be, subside.

Callon finally looked up at him, wiping his eyes and nose. “Alex…?”

“Yes?”

“You told me you loved me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Do you…do you really mean that? Like, truly mean it? You want to be with me, you want a future with me, you…you want me, even if I’m like this?”

They were loaded statements, but in the moment Alex didn’t have the time to think them over, nodding his head. “I do.”

‘Fuck it. I don’t care anymore.’

Callon grabbed Alex’s face, kissing him deeply. His face was still damp as their lips intertwined. He pulled away, his breaths shaking. “I love you. I have since been for you told me, I just…Please don’t leave me. I’ve had so many people leave me.”

Alex brushed strands of blond hair away from Callon’s face. “I won’t. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed him again as they fell back onto the blankets, the stars watching over them.

god ive been screaming clawing at the cages of my enclosure to rewrite the star gazing scene, and the new prologue makes it just. chefs kiss. MM.

God Callon really needs to see a therapist. He won't, but he should. Also poor Alex doing his best with what emotional maturity he has. god damn.

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Bully (?) X Chubby Reader Part 5

Original Rennyn Series - Other Stories in this Universe- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3- Part 4

Synopsis: Rennyn’s a bit more upset than you thought. You learn more about his family’s business.

New CWs: group sex

WC: 3.8K

“I give a shit because you just fucked my dad, you idiot!”

Out of all the men you could’ve chosen to make him jealous, you had unknowingly slept with his father. You hadn’t just slept with him, you had let him fuck you in front of everyone at some stupid party, a crowd of much older men watching as he bounced you on his cock.

You liked it, too.

You liked the attention. You liked the way he felt, you liked the sound of his voice. He was sweet, degrading you with poise when he smacked your ass or forced you to say ‘yes sir’. Honestly, you’d do it again, if given the opportunity.

That opportunity likely wouldn’t come. You had never before seen Rennyn so angry, his brow furrowed as he awaited your answer. Still, you remained vigilant.

“How was I supposed to know that was your dad?” You said as you yanked your hand away.

“I don’t know, maybe talk to them before you start bouncing on their dick, you fucking slut. Come on,” he grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the party into the hallway.

“What, you’re just leaving? That’s it?”

“Yes, I’m leaving! You want me to stay when you’ve just humiliated me?!”

“Oh, so you’re a coward?”

He stopped, glaring back at you. “You think you’re so fucking smart. You think that no matter what I do, you can just come up with some snappy retort and one-up me.”

“It’s worked so far.”

“You know what I think? I think you’re actually a fucking idiot.”

“And why’s that?”

“Despite everything you have learned tonight, you’re still taunting me. Did you even listen to anything I said upstairs? Or did it just go straight through your thick fucking head? I could make one call and get your ass killed.”

You crossed your arms. “Okay, then do it.”

‘Why the fuck did I say that? He’s going to fucking kill me.’ Your desire to have the last word outranked any sense of self-preservation. Despite your internal panic, you maintained a domineering poker face, looking unfazed.

He paused, grabbing his phone from his pocket. He stared at it, his thumb hovering over the screen. Yet didn’t type a number in.

He took a breath, as if calming himself down. “You know what? I have a better idea. Follow me.”

You didn’t know where you were. You didn’t have your phone. You didn’t know how to leave. Unable to think of another option, you followed him.

“Good,” he remarked. He held your hand in his, an eerily sweet gesture as he led you down a hallway, the music from the party slowly fading out.

You passed the elevator, but he kept walking.

“Uh…Rennyn?”

He kept looking forward. “Hm?”

“We passed the elevator.”

“We need to take the stairs. Devastating for you, I’m sure.”

You rolled your eyes, and you eventually made it to the stairwell door. You followed him inside, the room covered in concrete floors, the walls littered with pipes; a stark contrast with the rest of the building. You kept going down, the number of floors seemingly endless as you traversed each set of stairs.

The next hallway you entered looked nothing like the hotel-esque rooms you had seen before within the opulent labyrinth. However, this hallway was far more industrial, small lantern lights dimly illuminating the hallway. .

“Where are you taking me?” You knew he’d chastise you before you even finished your question.

He continued to look away from you. “Be patient. But you’ll like it, I think.”

You started to wonder if he really was going to kill you.

He stopped in front of a door, this one different from the ones you saw in the stairwell. It was made of metal, looking almost like some sort of safe, a keypad towards the left.

He finally looked at you, holding your face in his hands. He just…stared at you. Your heart raced, but you weren’t sure why.

He leaned in and kissed you. You were more confused than ever before, why was he being so affectionate? It wasn’t quick either, his kisses slow, almost intimate as his tongue brushed against yours.

He pulled away, caressing your face. “I have a present for you,” he smiled before punching a code into the keypad. “I figure if you want to act like a whore, then you’ll love being treated like one even move.”

The door opened, and you couldn’t hide your gasp. He had taken you to a sex club, or at least that was your best guess. People sitting along leather couches, happily engaging in all sorts of sex acts right out in the open. Yet looking around at those participating, you noticed many of them didn’t have the polished look the escorts at the party did; that gave you some comfort.

He held your hand once more, leading you inside. He took you to a much smaller room, empty save for a bed. The concrete floors and pipes continued through each room, making the entire area feel much more intimidating than it was already.

“You know,” he pulled you back close to him. “I do think about you sometimes. You’ve been just insufferable enough to haunt my late night thoughts,” he leaned down, kissing your neck.

You had no idea what his angle was, so you opted to just play along. “Oh yeah? What do you think about?”

He started to pull your shirt and bra away, trailing kisses down your body before caressing your breasts. “You know…I don’t know what love is. And I have no desire to.” He sucked on one of your nipples, pinching the other. “But the faces and little noises you make when I fuck you. Those are fun. I like them.”

He pushed you down onto the bed, spreading your legs open and slipping off the rest of your clothes. He moved his head in between your legs, licking your pussy. You couldn’t help but let out a moan, your hand grabbing his hair. His movements weren’t nearly as aggressive as you were used to.

He sucked on your clit, watching you squirm before continuing. “I liked tasting your pussy. I liked knowing that I was the only one who had touched you,” he dragged his tongue along your lips. “The only one who had tasted you.”

He stood up, positioning himself in between your legs. He took out his cock, teasing you with the tip. “I liked knowing I was the only one who had fucked you. The only one who had cum inside you. But now, you’re just giving away your pussy to anyone,” he said as he thrust his entire length inside you at once. “So if I’m not special, then neither is this.”

He pulled you closer to his chest, gripping your thighs as he fucked you erratically. “I’m going to make sure you’re destroyed before the end of the night, just so I can put you back together, and do it again,” he said in a breathy tone, holding back moans.

He leaned down, choking you as he fucked you. “You want cock? You want to be a slut? Go right ahead. I’ll even help you,” he tightened his grip, watching as you struggled. “But you know what? I’m always going to be the one that fucked you first. I decide who you fuck, not you. Understand?”

You could barely speak, your vision starting to go blurry. “Yes! I understand!”

He let go, gripping onto your thighs once more, his balls slapping against your wet cunt. “Good. Good girl,” he grinned. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m gonna find plenty of people to play with you, and you’re going to let them do whatever they want to you.” He breathed heavily, biting his lip to stifle a moan.

You looked past him, and you could just barely see that he hadn’t shut the door. Not only that? But there were people in the doorway, watching as he fucked you.

He could tell something else had your attention. He looked behind him, seeing the figures in the doorway. Not one, not two, but three people watching you, pleasuring themselves as Rennyn continued to plow into you. He let out a laugh. “Don’t be shy. She’ll be here all night.”

He could see the look of fear in your eyes. He leaned down, whispering. “What? Is taking strangers' cocks a problem now? You had no issue with it before.” He kissed you once more, and almost as soon as pulled away, a man was standing behind your head, his cock

hovering in front of your face.

Rennyn grabbed your face once more, “come on. Open up.”

You listened. Why the fuck did you listen?

Next thing you knew, a man whose face you could hardly see was fucking your face, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, spit covering your face. Two others had grabbed your hands, and you were left with no choice but to stroke them, barely able to see where your hands were moving.

“Look at you,” said Rennyn. “You love this. Actually, I don’t even need to see you.” He slowed his pace, taking a moment for you to feel every inch of him. “I can feel how much you love it. You’re so fucking tight when you act like a slut.”

He regained his pace, and it wasn’t long before you felt his cock twitch inside you. He let out a moan, cumming deep inside you. He stood there, making sure none of it was wasted as he caught his breath.

He pulled out, “do whatever you want. Just make sure you don’t cum inside her.”

And so it began.

He stood in the back corner of the room, just watching. It wasn't long before another man took his place, brutally fucking into you as if you were nothing more than a sex doll. The man using your throat pulled out, covering your face in his cum.

You had drawn a crowd. Maybe it was your moans, maybe it was the number of people in the small room, but it seemed everyone wanted a taste of the chubby ‘girl-next-door’ type that Rennyn had brought in. Your hands, your mouth, your pussy, all constantly at work; some of them seemed so desperate to touch you they just rubbed their cocks on your thighs and stomach, dripping precum onto your skin.

They followed Rennyn’s instructions; It wasn’t long before you were covered in the cum of strangers. Your face, your tits, your stomach, all covered by people who didn’t even know your name. Eventually, people left, the activities for the night seemingly winding down. You looked towards Rennyn, only to notice he had been absentmindedly touching himself with one hand, and recording you with the other.

You caught your breath, your body warm and exhausted. He put his phone back in his pocket, and walked towards you with a smirk on his face.

“So? Have fun?” He asked as he slowly stroked his cock.

Your mind was so out of it, you could barely focus. You didn’t answer.

“You know what, I’m feeling nice. I’ll give you a break for now,” he said as shoved his cock back in his pants. You could barely keep your eyes open, your body numb. Yet to your surprise, he picked you up, carrying you away.

“You’re not as heavy as you look. Interesting,” he mumbled, taking you towards a different part of the club. At first, it appeared to just be a storage room. Then, you realized there was an elevator at the back of the room.

You formed your first coherent thought. ‘We could’ve taken the elevator the entire time. You’re a dick.’

You found yourself struggling to stay awake, but managed to keep your eyes open to read the numbers on the elevator.

-5

-4

-3

Where was your initial hotel room? You remembered taking the elevator down to the party, ending on floor -3, but you couldn’t remember where you started.

It was a long elevator ride.

Very long.

You finally walked out on the 70th floor. He hadn’t even put your clothes back on, yet didn’t seem worried as he carried your cum covered body back to the room.

He opened the door, and you quickly realized you were in the same room as before, the curtains still nailed to the wall.

He gently sat you down on the bed, “stay right there.” He walked into the bathroom, and you could faintly hear the sound of running water.

‘What the fuck is he doing?’ You thought.

He walked back out, taking his shirt off; you hated how long you stared at his chest. “Can you walk like, ten feet, or do I need to carry you to the bathtub too?”

“…what?”

“Listen, if you wanna sit there covered in cum the rest of the night, be my guest. If not then…” he awkwardly gestured to the bathroom. “There you go.”

You slowly stood up, your legs still feeling heavy, your body sore. You walked to the bathroom, and there, waiting for you, was a bathtub filled with hot water. You stepped inside, the hot water offering immediate relief. You let out a sigh, relaxing as you sat down.

He sat down on the floor across from you, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, lighting one.

You looked up at the ceiling, a smoke detector right above the sink. “You’re not worried about that?” You said, pointing to it.

He shook his head, taking a drag. “It’s not gonna go off. None of the ones on the top floors do.

‘The parties were at the very bottom. He didn’t care about carrying me naked in the hallway. Maybe there’s something up with the top floors too,’ you thought.

You leaned your head against the edge of the tub. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

He shrugged, “I don’t do it at school. I have an image to keep up with.”

You scoffed, “of being an asshole?”

“Of being an asshole and council president. People can think I’m conceited. But they can’t think I’m some delinquent.”

“If you don’t count as a delinquent, then I don’t know what does.”

He smiled, a rare sight. “Well, you just agreed to help me. So…you’re just as bad as I am.”

You rolled your eyes, “right, because you gave me so much choice in the matter,” you said as you started to clean off your body.

He simply shrugged, “would you have said no?”

He was paying your student loans now. Still, given how vague he had been, and the places he took you, you were starting to doubt if the money he’d be giving you was made legally. Still…did you really care that much?

He took your silence as an answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You gonna take me back to school tonight?” You asked as you started to finish up.

“Eh, no. I don’t really feel like it. Why, do you have an early class or something?”

“No, but-”

“Then we’ll stay here,” he said, taking another drag. “It’s been a long night.”

You got out of the tub, toweling yourself off. “You gonna drug me again on the way back?”

“You want me to?”

“Not particularly,” you said with a laugh.

“Blindfold should be fine then,” he said before standing up.

“You…you really can’t tell me where we are?”

“Of course not. I can’t have you knowing which hotel has all the shit you’ve seen,” he said as he sat down on the bed. “You’re not the only person we’d do that to though.”

You put the towel away, laying down next to him. You hadn’t actually shared a bed with him since the party, but even then, this felt much different. It was quiet, the sounds of the city occasionally interrupting the silence. He still showed disdain for you, yet…those small gestures were starting to add up. Plus, all he’d told you…it had you thinking.

“Rennyn, do you trust me?”

He looked back at you. “Yeah, I do.”

“So…you like me? We’re friends?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Then why me? Why are you asking me to do this shit for your family? Why have you told me everything you’ve told me so far?”

He shook his head, “you can quit trying to flatter yourself. You got an internship with the guy, I know you already, and I trust you.”

“Why do you trust me?”

“Ugh,” he groaned, putting out the cigarette. “I don’t understand how you’re still so talkative after all that.”

“Come on, answer the question. I think I deserve to know, with all the things you’re asking me to do.”

He paused, trying to think of an answer. He looked almost uncomfortable, staring up at the ceiling as he fidgeted with his hands. “You don't have much to lose,” he blurted out. “You live a pathetic little life, so I figured you’d jump at the opportunity for something remotely exciting, alright?” He spoke quickly, almost stumbling over his words.

“You don’t seem confident in your answer,” you grinned. It seemed like he was hiding something, something he didn’t want you to know.

“Why does it matter to you?” He spat as he rolled over, turning away from you. “You’re getting your student loans paid, why do you give a shit?”

“I don’t know,” you ran a hand over his arm. “It sounds like…like you enjoy being around me.”

“Shut up.”

“Come on, you can admit it,” you teased. “You like me,” you whispered in his ear, teasing him.

“I said shut up,” he mumbled.

“You so totally do. You like the fat loser girl. How funny is that?” You moved your hand closer to his chest. “The rich boy, honors student, student council president-”

“I said, shut up!”

He swatted your hand away, sitting up as his voice echoed through the room. His lip trembled, looking almost as if he was about to cry, yet his eyes were dry.

You were speechless, the look in his eyes the same anger you saw at the party. He took quick, deep breaths.

You spoke softly, “Rennyn, I’m sorry if I-”

“I trust you because you’re smart. Because no matter what I do, how much of a dick I am, you’re still here. Because you don’t take shit from me, from anyone. Because you know how to get what you want. Because you’re loyal. So there, happy? Now shut up.” He turned back around, laying on the bed. “You are nothing more than a tool for me, that’s it.”

Loyal.

“…this is about your dad, isn’t it?”

He stood up, putting his shirt back on in a hurry. “Stop pretending that you care about me. You clearly don’t.”

It was time to fight fire with fire. You stood up, standing in front of the door. “Oh come on, like you didn’t have some random girl grinding on your dick!”

“Yeah, I did! But I didn’t let her fucking ride my dick in front of some of the richest men in the city!”

“So what is it then? Do you want me to care about you? Or do you want to fuck around and pretend I don’t exist?” You moved close to his face. “I don’t care if you view me as just a tool. I don’t care if I’m just a means to whatever the fuck your end is, so long as I get paid. But I care about consistency. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. You want me to care about you? Then fucking act like it.”

He frowned, pushing past you and opening the door. “I’ll come get you in the morning.” Before you could say anymore, he slammed the door.

—

The ride back was awkward enough without a blindfold over your eyes. You almost wished he had drugged you; would’ve made the drive faster.

“Can you tell me how much longer the drive is?”

“No.”

Once again, silence.

You could tell you weren’t sitting right next to him, likely in the row behind the driver’s seat. You could tell the sun was out, the black blindfold appearing a deep orange in the light. Other than that, there wasn’t much you could discern. But you knew one thing; you weren’t apologizing for last night.

It seemed like he wasn’t a fan of the silence either. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Enjoyed what?”

“Fucking my dad.”

“That feels like a weird question to ask.”

“It is. But did you?”

You shrugged, “it was alright.”

“You liked it. I saw you. I know you liked it.”

Even with a blindfold, you stood your ground. “Yeah, I did. What about it?”

“Did you know he’s killed somebody?”

You froze, speechless. “I…”

“He’s killed a lot of people, actually. Men. Women. Children, even. He doesn’t discriminate.”

You let out a nervous laugh, “if this is to make me feel bad, this is a sick fucking joke.”

“It’s not a joke. It’s the truth.” By his tone, you could tell he wasn’t lying. “That’s why my grandmother had him take over. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. He doesn’t care about morals. Only the best way to get the job done.”

He had been so vague and elusive about his family’s business before. Now, he was blatantly admitting his father was a criminal. “I feel like you’re not supposed to be telling me this.”

“I’m not. But I figured you didn’t want to fuck someone like that. Who kills with no limits. Unless you’re more fucked in the head than I am.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Was this more important than keeping such delicate secrets?

“Call it my fucked up way of showing I care. I figured you’d want to know something like that.”

You slowly nodded your head, feeling the car stop. You had many questions, but now lacked the courage to ask them. “Thanks.”

He undid the blindfold, blinking your eyes rapidly as you adjusted to the light. You looked around; you were in your dorm room parking lot. He reached into his pocket, and handed you your cellphone.

He kept his vision forward, “Did you really do that because you were jealous?”

You sighed, almost embarrassed as you admitted it. “Yeah. I wanted to make you upset.”

“Well done,” he looked back at you, taking a deep breath. “There’s nothing between us.”

“I know-”

“But if me keeping my hands to myself means you’ll…behave, then…then I’ll do that. I can’t be fucking up this partnership before it even starts.”

‘So we’re exclusive,’ you thought. “Yeah. Yeah, that works.”

“Then that’s how it’ll go. So long as you keep up your end of the deal.” He unlocked the car doors, “I’ll see you later.”

When you got back to your room, you looked through the notifications you missed. Sure enough, there was an email in your inbox marked as urgent;

Internship Onboarding

Congratulations! You have been accepted into this year's Chamber of Commerce Internship Program.

the train has left the station and it is going FAST

also I feel kinda weird bc like. if you've been around for his first series, then this isnt surprising, but I feel lowkey kinda weird just being like 'oh ya hes an elf and theres magic here and stuff' even though its in my modern fantasy setting, cause none of that was mentioned in part 1. but ill prob start sprinkling some of that in there. I just don't want it to be too jarring LOL but for those who don't know, Rennyn was initially an elf! And he still is. I just. forgot to mention it. Maybe ill go edit part 1 a bit.

Thanks for reading!

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eebeebackup · 10 days ago

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Of course, my beautiful king Taleisin said "salutations" lmao. The way I'd fall for him harder, seeing this nerdy awkward guy just pull up with his backpack like

"How do you do fair maiden?"

Istg I got some type of disease for him that makes me want more

-🪼 anon

LITERALLY HES SUCH A DORK but he’s trying his best. The only other social interactions he’s had beforehand are cashiers and his therapist.

Can you imagine him asking reader what certain modern slang means oh my GOD

🧡: do you think I have rizz

🩷: maybe not in the traditional sense but in a way yeah

🧡: follow up question

🧡: what does that mean

🧡: the internet says it means charismatic

🩷: yeah! That’s it

🧡: oh. Thank you! :D

🧡: Callon just called me unc what does that mean

🩷: he just called you old

🧡: D:

I don’t know why I didn’t consider this earlier oh my god.

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eebeebackup · 10 days ago

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Weird ass scenario that could be canon or could not but hear me out

Imagine the whump potential of Callon getting hurt while they’re out; maybe it’s a hit, or maybe they’re in somewhere they shouldn’t be. Or maybe there’s mafia beef between his family and Rennyn’s, and so Rennyn tortured him then dropped him on Alex’s doorstep to rub salt in the wound.

Either way, Alex would be panicking on what to do, because even though Callon can barely speak he’s still managing to mutter “no hospitals, no cops.” Hes been in a similar situation with his sister, and while he was able to save her, she wasn’t ever the same afterwards; he doesn’t want that for his boyfriend.

Alex has access to some of the medical lab buildings because of his internship with Taleisin’s dad, so he picks him up, and takes him there; there’s things he needs to help him that he doesn’t have in his apartment.

So he’s bursting through the door carrying Callon in his arms, his blood trailing down the hallway and staining Alex’s clothes, and he gets him in one of the lab rooms and immediately starts trying to figure out what to do as he’s sobbing over Callon’s nearly lifeless body.

His train of thought is quickly interrupted by a scream; he turns around, and there’s Taleisin and his dad literally just organizing old equipment. Taleisin starts freaking out, because why is one of his best friends bleeding to death, but his dad just stands up and is like “alright, let’s get to work.”

Through miracles of both magic and medicine they save him, the only long-term damage including everyone being slightly more traumatized than before. Once everything is said and done and Callon’s asleep, Alex starts to panic, trying to think of just what in the hell he should tell his professor.

Taleisin’s dad just cuts him off and goes “I don’t want to know. Clean up, then go home once he’s awake.”

Neither Taleisin nor Alex ever bring it up to the other.

Callon wakes up and Alex is just happy he’s okay. I think at this point he’d know about the mafia stuff, if he didn’t he would’ve said fuck you to Callon’s wishes and took him to the hospital.

He explains to Callon where he is, and Callon’s still hella out of it. But not enough so to refrain from making a stupid joke;

“So you like…you did surgery on me and shit?Seriously?”

“Yeah. Yeah, me, and uh, Taleisin’s dad, he was here.”

“Whoa. You were like…inside me. That’s so intimate.”

Alex isn’t sure if he should laugh, cry, or bash his head into a wall.

Also love the idea this happens and Taleisin NEVER brings it up to his reader. I’m 100% sure if he hasn’t already, after that he’s given Tali the “I’m like 99 percent sure I know who that kid is. Get better friends,” talk.

So when he’s super tired the next day, reader asks why, and he’s just like “oh you know…no reason…”

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