#maybe they were too embarrassed to contact the breeder or something

[pangur-and-grim]

as part of my “looking through shelters to find Ugly Cats to adopt” request series, I stumbled upon the best.....most HANDSOME....most ELDERLY Oriental Shorthair! if you live near Delta, BC, please bring home Dingo

[legoshi-plz]

Captivity (Legoshi x Reader)

Summary: You and Legoshi are kidnapped and forced to breed. That’s it.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW 18+), Dark Themes/ Elements

A/N: @jiffygis requested a Legoshi x Omnivore! Reader so I went with a Dog because it fit the narrative of the story a little better.

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“HELP! ANYONE PLEASE!” You scream as you’re thrown into the cellar. The floor is cold and hard, you scrape your knee on the way down.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You recognize that voice but it’s much too dark to see.

“Oh shit, that right you can’t see. It’s me, Legoshi,” Your heart leaps at the familiar name.

“Legoshi! Where are you, I can’t- I-,” you flail your arms until you come into contact with the soft warmth that is his fur. He takes your hand.

“Where are we?” You whine, a tremble of fear lacing your voice.

“I don’t know, I was with the rest of the art department setting up for the festival and next thing I knew, I woke up here. Do you remember how you got here?” You could hear in his voice he was trying to be rational and keep the panic at bay. For that you were grateful because you were already on the verge of tears.

“N-no,” you choked back a sob.

Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it tog-

“Well well well, what do we have here,” came a loud voice as the lights finally came on. You could finally see that the cellar wasn’t a cellar at all. It was a room with a large glass wall that revealed the source of the voice on the other side.

An older ram with horns so big they could have only been surgically enhanced stood on the other side. He wore an all red suit with gold cuff links and was flanked by two equally luxurious bulls, his protection no doubt.

“I see the boys weren’t lying when they said they’d brought me a prize. Quite the specimens indeed,” he grinned manically, revealing a set of pristine veneers.

“Who are you? What do you want from us?” Legoshi asked, subconsciously pushing you behind him in case things went astray.

“Ah yes, I suppose an explanation is in order. [Redacted]’s my name and I’m what you’d call.... a breeder. Used to breed for the Black Market but there’s no real money in that. Not like in Brawls that is.” Your heart sank at the words.

Brawls were an evolved form of antiquated Dogfights. They were illegal which made the underground circuit that much more profitable. You cringed at the thought of him entering you two into such a life. Legoshi was strong, an Alpha male, a wolf; he’d make it for sure. Yourself on the other hand? You were a Dog, a [Y/D/B] to be exact, one of the most domesticated species out there. You didn’t even eat meat for goodness sake! You wouldn’t last a minute in one of those bloodbaths.

“Seeing how easily my men brought you in, I can tell that neither of you can put up a fight. Looks like you’ll just have to serve a higher purpose.” The Ram guffawed a hideous laugh, his lackeys joining in obnoxiously.

“Please just let us go! We won’t tell anyone!” You yelp, still clinging to Legoshi’s hand.

“Oh I intend to let you go, dearie. After you’ve earned your freedom. You two are gonna breed me pups. Grey Wolf fighters will dominate in the ring and you’re going to give me a whole army of them.”

“But I’m not a Grey Wo-

“That’s clear to everyone in this room, Dog. But you’re young, healthy, and ripe for being bred. With genes as strong as his, they’ll run right through you.” He fished through his jacket pocket, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.

“Now.... how old are you two?” His lust-tinged eyes raked over the two of you.

“We’re highschoolers!” Legoshi spat, baring his fangs.

“That don’t answer my question.”

“Eighteen.” Legoshi said through gritted teeth.

“E-eighteen,” you sighed in defeat.

“Thought so. A little too young for my taste, so unfortunately I won’t be joining you for your first few breeds but maybe in future romps. However, my boys will be staying behind to make sure Wolfie gets the job done right.” The Ram began to make his exit, pausing right before he reached the doorway.

“And if he doesn’t get the job done right, my men will be sure to give you both a hands on demonstration on how to breed. And I assure you, no one breeds quite like bulls.”

The door slammed and you felt your heart drop. You looked up at Legoshi but he was refusing eye contact, his glare focused on the 2 enormous bulls on the other side of the glass who pulled up 2 chairs, waiting for the ‘show’ to start.

“Look we’re gonna give you about 15 minutes to get your shit together. Talk it out, foreplay, whatever you gotta do but if when the times up, we don’t see any fucking, we’re coming in and I’ve got a hard-on you wouldn’t believe, sweetheart,” One of the goons smirked, winking at you. You dropped your head in disgust.

“Legoshi, what are we gonna do?” You whined, tugging at his sleeve.

“I- I don’t know,” he covered up his face with the one hand you weren’t clinging to for dear life.

“I don’t want them to... to...” you couldn’t even say it, which in a way felt worse and somehow darkened the atmosphere even more.

“Legos-

“TEN MORE MINUTES,” The bull called and you felt a chill run down your spine.

“Look Legoshi, we don’t have a choice, your going to have to-

“Don’t! Don’t say it!”

“Legoshi look at me!” He forced himself to finally face you. “You’re going to have to fuck me. We don’t have a choice in this and we can’t wait around anymore. Just... I don’t know, close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else if you have to. We just have to get the job done,” you lamented, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“What- what if I hurt you?” Legoshi’s eyes softened and you caught a glimpse of the turmoil behind his eyes. You could see you needed to grant him permission.

“You could never hurt me worse than they will if they come in here. Now please Legoshi, I need you,” you could see the resolve settle in his eyes and he sighed in defeat.

“Should I... or did you...? Your, um, clothes,” he said gesturing to your uniform.

“Oh, um, I guess whatever will get you going,” Legoshi seemed torn so you decided to proceed taking off your own clothes.

“C’mon, we don’t really have time for this. What can I do to get you hard?” You asked throwing off your top and dropping your skirt.

“I-I don’t know okay...” Legoshi said as he started peeling off his own clothes.

“Legoshi.... are you? Are you a-

“FIVE MINUTES RUNTS!”

“Yeah I am,” he cringed kicking his shoes off. He seemed mortified.

“Wow I never would have imagined,”

“It’s pathetic, I know.”

“No! It’s not pathetic at all, I’m one too. I just thought... I mean look at you, you’re the farthest thing from unattractive. And then you’re so.... well... such an ideal partner, especially in the Carnivore community, not to mention your kind of mysterious which is also desirable to most girls on top of being so kind and considerate so I just naturally assumed....” you trailed off when you noticed he was undressed already except for his underwear, taking in everything you said with an unreadable expression.

“Sorry! I’m just rambling because I’m nervous.” You unclasped your bra, revealing your chest to all three of the small audience. You heard a lewd whistle from one of the Ram’s henchmen.

“Let the show begin Sugartits, and you better make it a good one!” The Bulls roared with laughter. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves before you dropped to your knees in front of Legoshi.

“W-what are you doing?” Legoshi gasped, his ears and tail nearly standing on end.

“This won’t work out for either of us if you’re soft,” you said yanking down his underwear. To your surprise, though not at maximum potential, he was far from ‘soft’.

You took his awakened member into you hands and pumped it twice before capturing the head between your lips. He was warm, oh so warm. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, the sensation in turn causing him to tremble.

He began to really grow in your mouth, it seemed as if the more you took of him, the more there was. You began to really get into it, using both hands to pump him while taking as much as you could down your throat. You had never been in this position before so you glanced up to see if he was even enjoying this only to find him with both his hands placed firmly behind his back, his teeth gritted.

“Legoshi...” you called in a thick voice that came out lustier than you intended, “relax, you’ve got to enjoy this to some degree of we’re going to get you to cum.”

You released his pulsating member and stood up, so that you could pull his towering frame down to lay on the ground. It was easier said than done but once he laid down, you mounted him.

“Calm down, Legoshi. Forget about them, okay? It’s just us here,” you whispered, nuzzling into his neck, hoping to calm him down. You were met with a strained growl in return. He was still holding back.

Your knowledge of sex education began and ended with sexual relations between Dogs, however, your own curious nature had more often than not tempted your porn searches towards the Wolf genre which was shockingly similar. You desperately tried to rack your brain to think of what to do in this situation but in almost every instance of a domesticated canine and a Wolf, there was very little for the canine to do other than simply.... submit. And that was exactly what you were going to do.

“Legoshi... let it out. You don’t have to hold back. I’m ready for you to take me,” you moaned, nipping along his jawline.

In an instance you were on your back. Legoshi hovered above you and you could tell something in him snapped. He was ready to finally let the Wolf take over.

He practically ripped your underwear off your body, prying your legs open and inhaling a long, pointed whiff of your natural essence. He started salivating immediately, seeming almost intoxicated off your sent alone.

He dove right in, not wasting a second in tasting you. His growls became louder as he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he growled against your sex before diving back in. You moaned as your paws found their way into the fur on his head, tugging lightly. If Legoshi was anywhere near inexperienced, he definitely wasn’t showing it.

His tongue pulled you closer and closer to the edge until you felt yourself go lightheaded. You could feel your orgasm already at its brink.

“Legoshi,” you moaned, your grip on his fur brutal as you came in ecstasy. Legoshi finally rose, his eyes feral with need. He wasted no time aligning himself with your entrance before he began to stretch you out as slowly as he could being this consumed with lust.

His growl was absolutely menacing as he bottomed out inside you, your body feeling full to the brim. He started off with a few weak thrusts before the sensation drove him to increase to a near bruising speed.

You were in heaven at the foreign feeling of being connected with another animal in such a primal way. It was like Legoshi was everywhere, hovering above you, caging you between his massive arms while he harrowed at your womb.

You were still sensitive from the previous orgasm he’d given you so the second one came suddenly, catching you completely by surprise. You cried his name in a strained, desperately horny voice that sounded almost nothing like you.

Legoshi’s thrusts became harder, with more force as his knot began to lock into place. With a few more pumps, he came with a howl, his body locked into yours by the swollen knot. You both caught your breath as the reality of the situation began to dawn on the two of you again.

“Shit, Y/N are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His exhausted eyes filling with a light panic. You brought your hand to the side of his face to stroke his fur in an attempt to calm him. From the way he nuzzled into your hand, you’d say that it worked.

“I’m fine, Legoshi. More than fine. That was.... incredible,” you didn’t miss the way his tail began to wag at the praise.

“Y/N, I-” he was cut off by the sound of the door slamming. You both looked over to see the Ram’s henchmen had taken their exits, their jobs done.

Your eyes began to feel low, and you struggled to keep them open. Legoshi noticed your spent state and wrapped his arms around you, flipping the the two of you so that you were lying on his chest. You buried your face into his soft as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Y/N.... I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now...” was the last thing you heard before slumber claimed you, Legoshi’s confession falling of deaf ears.

[sykilik101]

Take Two

“You guys, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

Brock waved his hand dismissively, that annoying grin he’d worn for the past half hour still plastered on his face.  “You’re worrying too much, Ash. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Getting sent flying from here all the way to the other side of Kanto?”

Tracey reached across the table to place a hand on Ash’s shoulder, his face much more relaxed and friendly but no doubt hiding the same level of mischief as the breeder next to him. “Trust me, I think this is gonna go great.”

“I’m sure you think so, since you’re not the one who has to...” His tongue turned to knots as he failed to complete his sentence, though the blooming shade of pink on his cheeks spoke on his behalf. “Why do I even have to do this?”

Brock’s smirk grew in amusement, however impossible that seemed. “Well, you’re the one who said-”

“I know what I said,” Ash interrupted, irritation melding with his fluster, “and I’m starting to regret it.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Ash, I called this back when we were traveling together.” Tracey’s voice seemed filled with a genuine sense of care, despite not having objected to this idea at all.

“I’m feeling better already,” Ash replied with a roll of his eyes before turning to look out the window of the Pokémon Center. At the behest of his two older friends, the group had all decided to come to Cerulean City to meet up with a certain redhead Ash was more than fond of. “Besides, I didn’t even really know back then, so how could you?”

"Call it a watcher’s intuition." Tracey added a thumbs up to emphasize his point, though Ash was less than impressed at the boy’s enthusiasm.

"Next you'll tell me that everyone else knew, too.” Crossing his arms, Ash glanced out the window momentarily before turning back to his friends. The two boys looked at each other, exchanging a nervous chuckle. Ash raised an eyebrow before realization slowly kicked in, a blend of horror and humiliation forming on his face. “Y...You two are the only ones who know, right?”

“W-well, we’re pretty sure that she definitely doesn’t know, and as far as we can tell, we’re the only ones you told,” Brock responded, suddenly avoiding eye contact.

“But beyond that, well...let’s just say there’s a good chance that I’m not the only one who, well, called it,” Tracey finished, also finding his gaze drawn to something other than Ash.

The boy in question placed his face into his hands, processing his friends’ admissions. It was true that people over the years had egged him on about his romantic status with her, but he’d always just dismissed it as harmless teasing. The idea that these other people had actually noticed, that he’d been that obvious, was more than he wanted to believe.

The scariest part, however, was that she was a smart girl. “I’m sensitive to others’ feelings.” That’s what she’d said back during their first battle when he was trying to win the Cascade Badge. If everyone else could see it, there was no way she couldn’t see it, right? For all he knew, despite what Brock had said, she was fully aware of how he felt.

But he hadn’t known how he felt, at least not right away. Something about the possibility of Misty recognizing his feelings before him made his head spin. It wasn’t as if things ever became awkward between them because of some potential romance, nor had he gotten any vibes that he’d made her feel uncomfortable in any real way. Maybe she knew, but she was able to continue their best friendship going in spite of that; it wasn’t as if he’d ever treated her differently. Or, maybe she actually didn’t know and he was just overthinking all of this.

He shook his head, taking a breath to try and calm himself down. He couldn’t believe he was really about to-

“I think I see Misty!”

Tracey’s voice broke him from his trance, his gaze snapping to the window. He caught sight of a blaze of red hair making its way towards the center. The gears in his brain went into overdrive, his body buzzing as he watched her viridian eyes slowly coming into focus. Under any other circumstances, he would feel elated to see her, but all he could focus on was the tension in his chest.

I guess this is it.

The glass doors of the Pokémon Center slid open as Misty made her way inside. She looked around for a moment before her eyes eventually landed on the group, a bubbly glee immediately growing on her face. “Hey, you guys!”

“Hi, Misty!” Brock and Tracey replied in unison.

Satisfied at the other two’s greetings, Misty turned to Ash, a playful grin etching itself onto her lips. “What’s wrong, Ash, aren’t you gonna say hi, too?”

“Uh…” The gravity of his situation pulled at his stomach, his mouth dry as his brain tried to recover from hearing her voice in person again. “H-hey, Misty, what’s up?”

Her eyes slowly narrowed suspiciously, leaning towards him. “Is something the matter, Ash?”

Images of what he was supposed to do flashed through his mind, and her face being so close made them much clearer than he wanted them to be. His racing thoughts and rapidly shrinking throat, combined with the sudden increase in temperature, shattered his remaining composure. Without a word he passed Misty and grabbed hold of Brock’s wrist, pulling the boy to the other side of the Pokémon Center.

“Ash, what are you-” Brock started, having managed to pry his hand away, but Ash interrupted him before he could finish.

“Brock, I don’t think I can do this after all.”

A look of confusion grew on Brock’s face, and Ash was grateful it wasn’t the jestful one the breeder had worn before. “Why not?”

“Because she’s so…” He glanced back over at a clearly confused and ever-so-slightly agitated Misty, seemingly trying to force answers out of a distraught Tracey. A fresh coat of pink tinted his cheeks as he stared at her for a few extra moments before turning back to Brock. “...she’s so different now.”

“Different?” Brock took a glance at the girl as well, wincing as Misty took a menacing step towards the watcher. His face relaxed for a moment before that annoying grin returned. “Oh, you mean she’s pretty? Are you absolutely smitten by her, Ash?”

“Brock!” Ash fought to keep his voice hushed, too embarrassed by Brock’s words to even give him the satisfaction of looking back in Misty’s direction.

“Ash, it’s totally fine to think your crush is pretty. In fact, you can tell her you think so after you-”

“I told you, I don’t wanna do this anymore!”

“Do what anymore?”

Ash suddenly found himself practically cheek to cheek with Misty, who’d wrapped her arms around the pair’s shoulders while aiming a leery gaze at him. “What exactly is going on?”

Ash tried to invoke an answer from his chest, but all that came out was silence, his mouth hanging open as he tried to keep calm at Misty’s proximity. Annoyed with his lack of a response, Misty turned to Brock, who flinched before holding a hand up.

“Trust me, I’m not up to anything. It’s all Ash this time.”

Traitor.

Misty once again directed her attention to Ash, who backed away enough to remove her arm from around him. “You’re always up to something, aren’t you, Ash?”

“No, I’m not, and trust me, you’d know if I was!” There was a moment of bliss as he was able to articulate something to her, but that vanished just as quickly when Misty put her hands on her hips expectantly. Brock’s presence as a third wheel seemingly clicked in his head as he discreetly made his way back over to Tracey. Suddenly alone with Misty and irritated at Brock’s retreat, Ash’s gaze went to the floor, along with any semblance of confidence he had. He pursed his lips, working past the lump in his throat. “I was just…I just wanted to…”

He waited for Misty’s usual interrogation tactics, but she didn’t move, didn’t utter a word. Sneaking a look at her face, he found not annoyance but confusion. “What did you want, Ash?”

The softness of her voice coursed through his mind and down into his heart. He stood motionless, realizing that all his daydreaming and planning hadn't truly prepared him for this. It seemed so easy in every mental replay and imagining of this moment, but now he could only falter as Misty stood before him with that trademark pout on her face. He bit his lip, trying with all his might for his body to allow him to just speak to her. “I mean, I...I was just…”

Misty leaned in until she was less than a foot away. “Ash, are you okay? You look kinda red.”

He was, of course, not okay. Ash knew that if they continued to talk, he’d only make a bigger fool of himself, not to mention risk annoying Misty with his barrage of syllables rather than actual words. He decided to do what he’d always done in the past, which was to rely on his gut. He just wished it wasn’t telling him to do this.

Ignoring the stares of the two boys in the background, the confused gaze of the girl in his foreground, and the overcharged beating of his heart, Ash removed his hat, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his mouth to hers.

He'd been given enough kisses from his mom and various girls throughout his journeys, so he thought he had an idea of how to give one himself, but the sensation of her lips on his threw any expectations he had out the window. His body's need to breathe was at odds with his desire to not move a muscle and he wasn't sure which side he wanted to take. The only thing keeping him grounded in reality was the miniscule sensation of her lips shivering against his, though he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

With the faintest smacking sound he eased away from her. Misty had a temper whenever he did anything stupid, and this was certainly a contender for one of the dumbest things he’d ever done. He bit his lip, still able to recall the way hers had felt on his. She made a noise, like a small gasp, and that was enough to give him the fortitude to meet her gaze.

Utter shock.

He’d expected many different emotions, planned for every potential visit to the emergency room, but the expression she wore now meant that this turn of events wasn’t one she expected. He stood ready for Misty to scream at him, hit him, or any other ideas she could concoct to make him pay for what he’d done.

It was a surprise to him, then, when she suddenly turned on her heel and bolted out of the Pokémon Center.

“M-Misty, wait!” He called, but the glass doors had already started to close. A wave of guilt crashed over him, his blood running cold as he watched her back moving further away. He stood motionless for a moment before a flicker of determination coursed through him, clenching his hands into fists.

I knew this was a bad idea.

“Ash, you should-”

Before Brock could finish Ash had already raced through the front doors, willing his feet to move as fast as they could carry him. She had a decent lead on him, as she was just barely staying within his sight as he chased her, but even if he lost her he had a good feeling about where she was going.

The roads of Cerulean eventually revealed the gym, and Ash caught a glimpse of Misty entering it before the doors closed. Making his way to the entrance he slowed to a halt, resting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. He wiped his forehead and glanced at the doors, thinking that Misty was inside, the same Misty that he’d kissed. His lips contorted meekly, standing up fully and taking one last breath. Hopefully he could find her and make her understand what he felt.

Making his way inside he glanced around, hoping to find some trace of her. Unsurprised at not seeing her anywhere, he began scouring the halls, pondering where she could be. If she were trying to hide from him, she’d probably find one of the various rooms within the gym to hide in. However, given the look on her face before she’d fled, it was more likely that she was trying to find somewhere for comfort, and if that was the case, there was one place in the gym he was sure she’d be.

It took less than a minute to find the door to the gym’s pool. Standing before the entrance Ash rested his hand on his overcharged heart. In a voice almost too quiet to hear, something was telling him that once he entered the pool area, everything would be different between them. He could only hope it would be for the better.

Easing his way inside, he immediately saw the Cerulean City mermaid sitting along the edge of the pool, her legs submerged beneath the water. The noise caught her attention, her cheeks turning a shade of red he could make out from the entrance. She just as soon turned her gaze back downwards, though made no attempt to escape. His internal dictionary was going haywire, trying to find the right words to put together as he made his way towards her.

Standing by her side he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, suddenly finding the same fascination for the pool water she seemed to have. “H-hey, Misty.”

Her silence only heightened the buzzing in his mind as he desperately tried to replace the memory of his lips on hers with ways to get a conversation going. He cleared his throat, considering that maybe she hadn’t heard him, despite the quiet of the large room. “So I, uh…”

His voice seemed to get her attention, as her head tilted in his direction. He could just barely make out her eyes gazing at him, though the red sear across her face was more than visible. Hers was an expression of confusion and vulnerability, and it sent another guilty shock through him. “Misty, I-”

“Why?”

It echoed through the room and reverberated into Ash’s chest. He watched the corner of her jaw clench and relax, recognizing it as how she'd hold her tongue from saying something she'd rather not. He wanted to hear what she had to say, reigning in his explanation in favor of awaiting her reply.

She turned her head away, hiding her gaze from his. “Why did…why did you kiss me?”

Hope and hesitation permeated her words. Though her eyes were hidden from him, the way her fingers jittered in her folded hands said more than enough to him how she must be feeling. She let out a shaky exhale and Ash suddenly found himself scrambling to find an answer for her. “Misty, I kissed you because...I, the reason I kissed you-”

“ASH!”

He’d been the recipient of her screams many times throughout the years, but the look of seething venom dripping from her face was wholly new to him. She appeared to be just barely controlling her words, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the pool. She let out another exhale, her voice dropping hauntingly low. “Why did you kiss me?”

Deciding that his fear wasn’t worth the potential trip to an emergency room, Ash clenched his fists, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to think about it. “Because Brock and Tracey said it would be a good idea!”

Ash was worried that her response would be a terrifying one. In reality, it was the silence that followed that gripped at his heart. With his eyes closed, he could only hear the gentle hum of the air conditioner up along the ceiling. However, next came the sound of something leaving the water, though uncertainty kept his eyes closed.

It was the sudden slap to his cheek that forced them open.

Misty looked as if she were on the verge of a mental explosion. Her face was flushed, the bashful pink she’d worn in the Pokémon Center having morphed into a wrathful red that absolutely terrified him. With every passing second he grew more and more regretful, along with swearing off ever listening to his two closest male friends again. All the same, Misty’s assault jolted Ash’s familiar flare. “What did you do that for?”

“You mean to tell me you kissed me because they said it was- why would it possibly be a good idea, Ash?!”

“Because they said I was better with my actions than my words!”

He’d spoken before he’d had the chance to think about what to say to her, which he felt only solidified their point. All the same, he expected that his remark would only anger her further, so he was pleasantly surprised when some of her irritation seemed to dissipate and be replaced by suspicion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Though her voice was still low and tinted with irritation, the fire in her irises had lessened the smallest bit. Words swam through his head as he pondered what he could say to even answer that correctly. The most obvious was the truth, but even attempting to form the syllables was enough to make his vocal chords seemingly vanish. However, he grinned in exasperation; maybe that wasn’t the answer. If his actions worked better than his words, then maybe going down that route would suit him better.

He took a step forward, closing the gap to less than a foot between each other. Her body tensed up, but she remained in place. Thankful for her inaction, he extended his hand forward, curling his fingers around hers. His thumb ran along her knuckles, unbidden glee rising in his chest as he savored the softness against his skin. He’d held her hand before, but this was more intimate than any other time. In spite of the hesitation written all over her face, she seemed to agree, her grip tightening as a reflex before loosening.

The atmosphere cleared the fog in his brain, and words which were previously scrambled now seemed to form into something coherent. Staring into her eyes, he swallowed his fears and took a breath. “Well, when you kiss someone, it’s ‘cause, I mean, you know…” If Misty was the smart girl he thought her to be, she’d be able to finish the statement on her own.

At this point the fire had dwindled to a flicker, but his words seemed to restore the soft oceanic waves in her irises. All of his prior apprehension and fear gave way to relief and excitement. The fact that she wasn’t immediately dismissing him or acting awkward told him that his earlier concept of an alternative option was no longer just a possibility, but a certainty.

Misty inhaled a shaky breath, her eyes darting back and forth between his. “So...you mean, you…”

Ash nodded, a giddiness bubbling within him as that redness in her face went soft again. She also appeared to be at a loss of words, likely processing that this was really happening between them. She turned away slightly, clearing her throat. “W-well, kissing me out of the blue like that was still a dumb idea, Ash.”

He shrugged and nodded somberly, a tint of remorse blemishing his previous elation. “I know, but after I told Brock and Tracey, they sort of insisted.”

Misty rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’ll have to have a talk with them later, but more importantly, Ash…” At this some of her former flare returned, though it had lost all its malice. “That was my first kiss you took without thinking.”

Her first kiss.

In all his excitement and anxiety he hadn’t even given the notion any thought. Guilt permeated his every thought and he immediately scrambled for a way to fix the damage. “I-I didn’t mean to! I was just, I only wanted…” He put his hands in front of him, lowering his head. “I’m sorry, Misty, I’ll do anything to make it up to you!”

She didn’t respond right away, her arms crossed as her gaze went sideways. Her mouth fidgeted as she bit the inside of her bottom lip. Ash watched her fingers piano on her arm as her eyes flickered to him, then to the water, back and forth in rapid succession. He waited with bated breath, anxious at whatever could be going through her mind.

“One condition.”

Misty’s voice was almost too quiet to hear, and Ash probably wouldn’t have heard her if not for the hollow pool room. She was looking back at him now, anxiety showcasing itself all over her face. Ash slowly raised his head back up, his hands falling to his side.

“I’ll forgive you under one condition.”

“S-sure, okay.”

Her hands clasped together, once again tensing and relaxing against each other. She took a deep breath, surprising Ash as her blush somehow grew to match her hair. “So...I’ll pretend that...that the first one didn’t count, but...you have to…”

Hesitation filled her eyes as she stared into his. There was something she really wanted, he could tell, but she was afraid to say it. “It’s okay, Misty. I’ll do whatever you ask. Y’know, as long as you don’t make me give up Pokémon training or something.” He chuckled in spite of himself, somehow thinking that maybe a joke would lighten the mood.

He couldn’t tell if she found it funny, but something about what he’d said softened the tension on her face. She clasped her hands behind her back, closing her eyes with a shake of her head. When they opened, he found a newfound relief in them, as if something had clicked in her that had eliminated whatever was worrying her.

“Ash, I want you to give me a first kiss that does count.”

The cheery sweetness that so blatantly belied her previous nervousness was enough to paint a stroke of ruby across Ash’s cheeks. Confidence that he’d seen in Misty multiple times before had returned, and though the sudden switch in their emotional states caught him off guard, the familiarity of this side of Misty brought with it more of the reason why he’d fallen for her in the first place.

“So, you mean that…”

Misty nodded, her lips pursing bashfully. “It’s like you said, Ash, you only kiss someone you, y’know…” The return of that familiar smirk of hers was enough to send a flutter through his stomach.

He grinned cheekily, reaching up and removing his hat. “So I know I kissed you already, but to be honest, I don’t really know what I’m doin’ as far as kissing goes.”

Misty rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m not surprised. All your kissing experience comes from random girls and possibly a Pokémon, and none of those were on the mouth.” She pointed at her lips for emphasis, which only served to remind Ash of how they’d felt against his and how he’d be savoring that sensation again shortly.

“At least it’s still more experience than you.”

“I’m sure I could’ve gotten kissed if I really wanted to!”

“Maybe in your dreams, Misty!”

“I mean it! Plenty of guys would have been happy to kiss me! I was just saving my first one for-” Her retort came to a screeching halt as she processed what it was she was about to say. The implication alone was enough to light up their faces, though Misty was quick to look away, scratching at her cheek. “I-I mean, y’know…” She fiddled with a strand of her hair for a moment before she looked back at him, nervous elation flooding her eyes. “I guess I’ve kinda, sorta thought about this for a while now.”

Part of Ash was happy that she still seemed to have a semblance of awkwardness around this situation to match his own. He’d known for a good while that he felt something for her, but her words implied that she’d probably felt the same about him for the same length of time, perhaps longer. All those long walks between cities he’d spent daydreaming of hugging her, holding her hand, kissing her...if she was being truthful with him, she’d done the same as well.

With a breath that didn’t seem to carry enough oxygen, he held his hand out to her. If her request was a first kiss that truly counted, he was going to do everything in his power to deliver. She placed her fingertips in his palm, anticipation in her eyes. Even if he was more sure of how she felt now than he was with the first kiss, the expectation of this second one made it feel just as difficult.

“Should I...should we close our eyes?”

The question sounded dumber aloud than in his head, and for a brief moment Misty seemed to feel the same. To her credit she resisted her desire to retort, smiling with a shake of her head. “Ash, you already kissed me, so you should know what to do, right?”

Ash pouted, ducking his head slightly. “Well, I just kind of...did it. I didn’t have much of an idea of what I was doing.” He grinned sheepishly, grateful that Misty didn’t look too annoyed. “But you want this kiss to count, and I do, too; I want to make sure it’s perfect.”

Misty’s eyes went wide, a new flush rising to her cheeks. She was frozen for a moment before her gaze danced about. An awkward smile grew on her lips, her fingers twirling a loose strand of her hair. “I’m not used to you being this sweet.”

Ash chuckled. “And I’m not used to you not being that mad at me for something.”

Misty rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t that mad.”

He pointed at his cheek. “That slap says otherwise.”

Misty’s eyes clouded over for a moment, and Ash swore he saw regret somewhere in there. In an instant, though, her expression relaxed once more, and she appeared as though an idea sparked in her mind. Without a word she leaned forward, pressing her lips to the spot she’d smacked. Ash froze, wondering if the sudden smell of chlorine was from the water or Misty. After a moment she moved back, a sheepish grin decorating her face.

“Better?”

Ash pressed his fingers to where her lips had been, his heart still replaying how soft it had felt. It had only been twice that Misty’s mouth had been on him, but he could tell it was an addiction he now had to live with. His face was on fire and he suddenly found the pool to look especially appealing. Clearing his throat he returned her grin. “Better.”

She returned her hands behind her back, looking especially pleased with herself. “So, are you gonna kiss me or not?”

Despite his elation, a bundle of nerves still took residence in his stomach. He’d thought about this for ages now, but the reality was scarier than he’d anticipated. This rapid heart beat wasn’t new to him; he’d felt it numerous times over his journeys, but it was always something related to some goal he had. This time the girl he liked was involved, and the quiet of the room seemed to make the fear in his head louder. This wasn’t like a battle where he could train to prepare for-

A light bulb lit up in his head and he grinned to himself. Maybe if he warmed himself up, it would go much smoother. He placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling her momentarily go tense before relaxing. Her breathing was shaky, that tender shade of pink cradling her eyes. If nothing else, he was happy to see she was as nervous as he was. He nibbled at his bottom lip, letting out a small exhale.

Here goes nothing.

Leaning forward he planted his lips on her cheek, his mind racing to process how soft it was. He allowed himself to remain there, savoring her smell and the way he could feel her blush against his mouth. His mind kept reminding him that he was kissing Misty and it was all he could do to keep his composure.

Fighting against his nerves, he finally moved away, taking a glance at Misty’s face. Glimpses of bliss shone in her eyes, but confusion muddled her expression. Slowly she smiled a bit meekly.

“Ash, that was nice, but that’s not where you’re supposed to be kissing.”

He nodded. “I know. I’m just kinda nervous, so I thought I would practice.”

Misty cocked her head gently to the side. “Practice?”

Ash nodded, his tongue tying as he knew what would come next. Calling upon the bravery that had aided him for years, he placed another kiss on her cheek, this time just above where the last one was. With each passing second he placed one after another on her, slowly moving from her cheek to her temple, and then to her forehead. Between kisses he could hear his mind reminding him that this was Misty, that he was really doing this with her. None of his previous daydreams prepared him for this, but the adrenaline coursing through him was doing well enough to keep him going.

He eventually placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, at which she finally reacted with a soft giggle. The sound sent a flutter through his stomach, moving back to look her in the eyes. “Ticklish?”

She shook her head, her lips quivering. “Just happy, and still not believing this is really happening.” Her voice was tight, as if she were doing everything in her power to keep her composure from breaking. The cusp of tears hung along the bottom of her eyes and it was enough to tug at Ash’s heart.

He reflexively pulled her into his arms, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other rubbing her back. She returned the hug, leaning into him and nuzzling her face into the nape of his neck. The sensation of her exhales on his skin sent shivers down his spine. “I just want your first real kiss to be special.”

Misty hummed into him, pulling him closer. “Ash, my first real kiss is all yours. I’m sure it will be.”

Her offered ownership sent a thrill through his body, pulling away to look into her eyes. In all the years he’d known her, he’d never seen the expression she wore now. Hope and affection permeated every fiber of her gaze and he found himself being slowly drawn in. And yet, he held his place, serenely content with the view. This was the side of Misty he’d been wanting to see for as long as he could remember, and the fact that she was here showing him meant more than any words he could come up with. He settled for softly smiling to himself, an act which invoked a puzzled look on Misty.

“What is it, Ash?”

Watching her mouth create words was hypnotizing, though he was able to pull himself out of the trance. “I was just thinking that I can’t believe I get to kiss you.”

Misty grinned bashfully, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Well, you kind of owe me one anyway, so…”

There it was, that smart sass of hers that had pulled him in and never let him go. There was always something between them, some argument or contest that stirred up a confrontation, no matter how harmless. It always thrilled him, kept things exciting. She both pushed and tested him, always encouraging him to be better than he was. The fantasy of always having this girl by his side gave him that familiar flutter inside, the kind that spurred him on to be brave against whatever odds were in front of him.

“Mist, I’m not doing this just because I owe you.”

He pulled her closer to him, watching the way her eyes dilated from being less than a foot away from his. He heard the faintest gasp escape her lips before they curved upwards, quickly gaining a sheen as Misty ran her tongue along them. She moved even closer until her mouth was mere inches away from his.

“Then hurry up and kiss me, Ash.”

Her whisper was intoxicating and inviting, and any semblance of apprehension Ash had left evaporated. As if on instinct, his hands moved to her face, running his thumbs over her cheeks for support and his own satiation. For a moment he found himself frozen in place, once more mesmerized by the color in her eyes. The growing excitement in his stomach pushed through his paralysis, pulling her mouth towards his. He started drawing in a breath to control his heart, but before he could finish he’d already pressed his lips to hers.

The first time he’d kissed her, it had been to confess, a way to convey how he felt about her. Second-guessing thoughts had whirred in his brain, and he hadn’t been able to savor it in the mutually loving way he’d hoped for. As Misty exhaled the tiniest bit, her mouth gently opening before closing around his bottom lip, a warm rush surged through him and it took all of his self-control to keep from grinning like an idiot.

Misty apparently lacked that willpower as he felt her warming cheeks pull upwards in his palms. She leaned further into him with a hum, the hold on his neck tightening as she brought him closer. Their lips had scarcely moved, but it was enough of a sensation to send his heart flying across his chest in random directions. His body couldn’t decide between staying in hesitation or succumbing to its impulses, but the way her mouth nudged his gave him his answer.

He pulled away slightly, taking in another breath before pressing back into the kiss. Her arms relaxed around him, and if he didn’t know any better the way she began to slouch against him was almost like she was melting. Releasing his hold on her face his hands found her hips, his fingertips resting on the fabric of her shorts as his thumb grazed her skin. She arched towards him, her sudden inhale becoming his new favorite sound.

Like a light going off in his head, Misty suddenly felt too far away, and he craved her closeness in a way that was novel to him. A moment of exploration later and he’d found the belt loops of her shorts, hooking his fingers inside them and pulling her against him. This earned him a gasp, another addition to the reactions he was evoking out of her, reactions that were becoming more and more addicting. That smirk that had been nagging at him finally broke through his overthinking, elation and excitement bubbling away inside him.

It wasn’t until Misty finally eased back that he realized how out of breath he was. Their foreheads rested against each other as they gasped for air, their exhales echoing through the room. As his heart rate began to slow, Ash opened his eyes to the sight of Misty’s staring back at him. Every syllable of giddy pumped through his veins, staving off the sudden urge to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“So...was that a good first kiss?”

Her smile went a mile wide, her giggle making his heart flutter. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”

He chuckled in response, running his hand along the back of his neck. “I’m glad.”

“But you know…”

Her lingering voice hinted at any number of the possibilities he’d imagined in his head over the years, and the expression she wore was all of those feelings made tangible. “Yeah?”

“I want the second kiss to be special, too. And the third, and the fourth, and all the other ones after that.”

It was amazing how her sass could even find its way into their moments of sweetness, but it only emboldened the joy speeding through him. A heavy degree of self-control was the only reason he hadn’t devolved into a fit of laughter at the surrealness of it all, but he was willing to match her banter with his own. “What if I lose count, then?”

She pecked him on the cheek, clearly sharing in his jubilation. “Then you’ll have to start over, including making the first one extra special.”

He brought his hands back up to her face, absorbed in the warm softness of her cheeks and the glistening of her eyes. This was it. It was her, and he always wanted it to be. He pressed his lips to hers once more, savoring how soft they were and how tenderly she returned the kiss. Taking action had gotten him to this point, but maybe a few choice words wouldn’t hurt the intimacy. Easing away he knew she’d catch his sheepish smirk, but in his bliss he wasn’t inclined to care.

“Sorry, I’ve already lost count.”

Fun fact: the original idea for this story was for Misty to be the one to randomly kiss Ash. However, the more I kept developing and thinking about this story, the more sense it made for it to be Ash who did the kissing. In fact, once I reached the halfway point, the story went in a very different direction than I first imagined, but I decided to roll with it. This ended up having a bit more depth than the original, cutesy idea I had for it, but hopefully you enjoyed it all the same.

[aknight]

Vyzerre The Hive Knight

Thanks to a CERTAIN ASSHOLE IN MY DISCORD who got me addicted to Corruption of Champions and CoC2, I’ve been playing it nonstop for like two weeks at this point. So I decided to make a character sheet for my character as if he was an NPC that the Champion could recruit. I can sum up my experience with this one text.

Vyzerre

This Hornetfolk Hive Knight can be found in the Frostwood, occupying one of the tiles on the right side of the split in the path just after Evergreens Cottage. Once a harem breeder of a Vesparan Hive, upon first glance he appears to have suffered the same Corruption as his brothers and sisters but not to the same extent as those encountered in the Old Forest.

Appearance 

A nearly nude Vyzerre stands in front of you, he looks to be nearly six feet, impressive for a male vesparran. With a warm smile he takes his crossed arms away from his body, taking a more relaxed stance making it much easier to take in his toned muscles. His warm smile turns into more of a knowing grin the longer your eyes linger on him, long, cape-like wings protrude from his back seemingly ready to snap out from their stowed position and take flight. 

One of his hands rubs at his chin as a shy blush comes across his face as your eyes travel further down his slender and athletic form. Copper Brown flesh only occasionally interrupted by thick black bands turns to thick, smooth and shiny black chitin at his otherwise humanoid elbows and knees. No doubt at one point it was perfectly smooth but the nicks and breaks in its surface not fully healed shows that the natural armor only proves to further the aura and image of the domineering knight that you know Vyzerre as… at least when you're not gazing at him causing him to fidget.

Normally he’d dress himself in blackened bronze armor, and carry a blackened short lance and an oblong, convex shield that layers itself in a similar pattern to the chitin on his arms. Though currently his lack of armor and arms is making it difficult to look away, for the most part he's lacking any actual clothing aside from a slightly dirtied white breechcloth that runs down to just above his knees keeping him modest for the most part though leaving little to the imagination. 

Dark brown fur wreaths his neck like the trimmings of a coat in stark contrast to the pale yellow hair is kept behind his long elfin ears at the sides of his head, its flowing waves only interrupted by his rather animated and candid antennae feelers. “I know I carry all the grace of my mother-” Ornate solid black orbs look over you with an eager gaze, his painted black lips curve up at the edges, “-but if you're going to stare so intently, I expect something at the end of all this.” His fuzzy insect abdomen sways impatiently, despite his efforts he is still a horny hornet at heart. 

Information

Species: Vesparan

Gender: Male

Occupation: Warrior, Breeder

Family: Unknown

Location: Frostwood, Frost Hound

Stats

Health: 250

Resolve: 120

Description

Interactions

First Encounter

When first encountering the hornet, he takes up an aggressive stance, seeming more frustrated by your encounter than anything. Suspecting you to be a threat, another Katsune in disguise or would-be corrupted invader from elsewhere in the forest. You can Attack him, Speak with him, or Leave the first encounter without having done anything.

If you Attack, then you must follow through and fight the Hornet.

If you Speak, you will ask the Vesparan about himself and he will share his name and speak on how he is aspiring to be a Hive Knight. Afterwards you may subsequently introduce yourself, ask about his Hive, or Flirt with him. Once you have Flirted with him, he will offer to have sex with you.

If you Leave, Vyzerre wishes you well and allows you to go without a fight.

Subsequent Encounter

Subsequent encounters with Vyzerre will depend on how you acted when you first encountered him. 

If you chose Fight and lost to him, or if you chose Leave, then he becomes a random encounter that can be met by exploring the Frostwoods area. In this case, on subsequent encounters, he will give you the options to Fight! or Try to Talk! - the latter option is the same as if you chose the Speak option on your first encounter.

Once you have spoken to him and learned his name, he becomes a permanent resident of the square where you first met him, and can be interacted with. In this case, you have the option to Talk, Challenge, Attack or Leave.

Talk

The Talk interaction allows the player to talk about  Him, His Body, His Hive and Flirt options, as per the first encounter.

Once the player has had sex with Vyzerre at least once, the Talk menu also allows the player to ask him to cuddle, which restores 10 hit points and presents the player with the option to either have Sex or Leave afterwards.

When asking about himself, Vyzerre can give a series of banterous topics referencing the Kitsune in the forest, the Drider Queen and his encounters with Evergreen and her daughters.

When asking about his body, Vyzerre arches an eyebrow confused before the Champion asks if they’ve been in contact with the Hive to the south. He says that he had a run in with a few drones who had tried to assault him when he first arrived in the marches but since then he's avoided them not wanting to quote ‘go through that again’. When pressed by the champion he says that the pheromones were almost enough to kick in his breeder instincts. Returning to the Champion's original question he says he was originally smaller, but made a deal with one of Evergreens daughters to change his build, lamenting how he wished they’d him a bit taller and sturdier built like his sisters, quietly mentioning he wished he had a stinger too.

When asking about his Hive he seems less keen on talking about it compared to his other dialogue options, in the end he relents saying that he is far a Hive far to the south. Originally he was a breeder and a member of his queen's harem and later took it upon himself to become a Hive Knight. 

When flirting, Vyzerre chuckles to himself before his cheeks change a color of red before averting his eyes saying it's been some time since someone has spoken to him in that way and that his race often dies when alone. Scratching at his neck he chuckles again talking about how he had gotten so used to being alone that he’d forgotten how it felt to long for another's company.

Sex

Vyzerren has five sex scenes (Need to think of more innuendos)

Get a Treat - “So maybe it’s not honey, but it's still pretty sweet.”

The Challenge interaction allows the player to fight a practice spar with Vyzerre, suffering no penalties if they lose. During this battle, Vyzerre fights in a defensive stance, and he may take flight, making him harder to hit in melee. Oftentimes letting the player use their abilities before counterattacking. 

Once the player has challenged Vyzerre three times whether or not they have beaten him, Vyzerre comments on how he appreciates the company and the practice the Talk menu will reflect his change in tone and allow the player to ask him about being a male Hive Knight, where he will disclose that he is the only Hive Knight left of his Hive and that he must get better.

Attack

The Attack interaction causes the player to attack Vyzerre unprovoked, causing them to gain 3 Corruption. If they lose, Vyzerre chastises them and steals some of their money. However, he remains in the square for further interactions.

 Queen and Consort

Once the Champion has challenged Vyzerre three times and has listened to the subsequently unlocked Hive Knight? Dialogue option, the next time the Champion encounters male Hive Knight he will be deep in thought as he glances over the scars that chinks in the chitin that covers his hands. His face shifts into a snarl as he hurls his shortlance across the small clearing he’s taken to occupy before freezing up his expression shifting to one of embarrassment as he notices the Champion before slinking over to his shortlance to reclaim it. The Champion can either choose to Leave or to Ask. 

If the Champion chooses to Leave, Vyzerre will shift awkwardly in their presence for a moment as if he has wronged the player in some fashion before bowing apologizing and flying off. (This doesn’t lock or disable the quest, the Ask option will appear the next time they speak with him) If the Champion chooses Ask Vyzerres posture and expression will relax, fluttering over to the Champion thanking them inviting them to sit and stay with him for a while. Where the Champion will be given the option of choosing Yes or No. Refusing the Knights offer, he will smile bitterly clearly disappointed by the players decision, responding with a simple ‘Oh’ before watching them as they leave.

Agreeing causes him to blink at you before turning and collecting a few pieces of fruit jerky and offering it to the party before he settles down across from the Champion and their party. As everyone partakes, he mentions that it was one of his Sisters who got him addicted to fruit jerky, and that he learned how to use the lance and shield thanks to her too. The Champion remarks how they are sure she would be proud of him. Grimacing, he spits a bit of the fruit jerky out onto the ground, the taste seemingly fouling in his mouth; before going on to mention that she's dead and so is his entire Hive. 

It's clear by how his demeanor changes that it makes him uncomfortable to think about it, but he waves off the Champion's attempt at interjecting. He goes on about how he was the Queen’s consort, a member of her harem, and while he was not sent with his sisters on raids and nowhere near as strong as them, he blames himself for being absent the day his Hive was attacked. He opens his mouth a few times but no words come out. Settling on his phrasing, he says he did his best to avenge them, but came up short before coming north hoping to find some kind of conquest that would bring his Hive honor. Pausing, he relents in his domination of the story and looks to the player for their opinion.

The Champion can then make the decision to choose to ask, The Marches, Vengeance, Honor, or choose the option Next to advance.

Choosing The Marches, Vyzerre moves into his small camp retrieving a small book from his bag. Flipping through its contents, he goes over some of the stories he's transcribed onto its pages. Each is a story of his Hives past, though the one he settles more thoroughly upon is one of the Godswar where he talks of how his Hive could not resist the call of battle in the North and mustered against the Wraiths… he mentions in passing that mother always hated that story before gesturing in the direction of the local Vesparan Hive saying that he wondered if they might be distant cousins from a Hive Knight who stayed after the campaign concluded.

Choosing Vengeance, Vyzerre bites at his cheek before looking at you, much like how a child might a parent when they’ve done something wrong. He speaks on how he couldn’t let his family's deaths go unanswered and any death in the name of the Hive is worthy of honor, but he argues that what happened wasn’t just them dying, it was them being murdered. He reveals that his hive was smoked out and that its inhabitants died with very few being able to raise a hand in its defense, that they burned his Hive. He furrows his brow, saying he did his best to make sure that their killers paid.

Choosing Honor, Vyzerre nods affirmatively at the word, repeating it before smiling. He tells the Champion that he swore to his Queen that he would bring enough Honor to their Hive so that even upon his death, the Hive would pass on into legend. Bowing his head he sighs, saying that he wishes he hadn’t made such an impossible promise.

Choosing Next causes Vyzerre’s antennae to vibrate as he jumps to his feet and searches the edges of the small clearing before a party of Imps appear, attacking the party. Once they are defeated the players finds that Vyzerre’s small home has been ruined in the battle and its contents, all but destroyed. Sighing, he looks from the Imps to the Champion openly wondering why there are so many of the Imps running around and where they are coming from.

The Champion recounts their fight with the Alurain, Kasyrra, and the Hornetfolk to the south, to get where they are now. The Knight's black eyes twinkle like stars, muttering to himself about how amazing the Champion is, telling them that they would make their own Queen proud. Though once the magic of the moment passes, he furrows his brows and glances back to his hand before tightening his hand into a fist. There is a tinge of regality in his voice like he was standing in court. He asks if he could come with the Champion on their adventures. 

Should the Champion refuse to bring Vyzerre into their company, he will frown his stance, deflating a moment before he straightens back up and mention that he will salvage what is left of his camp and make his own way back to Hawkthorne and see if he might hunt Kasyrra for what she's done to the local Hive.

(Updates and continuations planned)

Companionship

If the Champion decides to bring in Vyzerre to their company during the introduction of Queen and Consort, they will have the option to immediately add him to their party, or send him to Hawkethorne to be picked up later at the tavern.

At The Frost Hound, Vyzerre can be found under the Guests option where, if the Champion did not bring him into their company, they will have a Recruit option to bring him along. Other than the Recruit option, the Champion may ask Vyzerre about his quest, to which he laments that it is going rather poorly for those who have yet to recruit Berwyn.

Approaching Vyzerre once he has been recruited will bring up the following options:

Appearance

Talk

Him

His Hive

Flirt

Sex

Azyrran?

Royal Treatment

Give Item

 If Vyzerre has been recruited if you haven’t sparred with him yet that day, there is a 20% chance that the Champion will receive a Vyzerre? option the next time they go to look for him at The Frost Hound. They will find Vyzerre missing from his usual spot and go to look for him. The Champion will find him outside the southern gate humming to himself as he taps the tips of his carapaced fingers on the surface of his shield, which he has resting across his lap. When asked what he’s doing, he will reply that he’s looking back towards home before correcting himself, saying where his home once was. Laying his hands flat on the shield's surface and explaining that every Vesparan knows where their Hive is no matter how far away they are, but his case is different, feeling more like a ghost clawing at him than a Mother calling their children home. His body trembles a moment before clearing his throat as he explains how he hates that something he used to take such comfort in now only serves to remind him of his past. His hands tighten into balls as he crushes his eyes closed, continuing on about how there were hundred of others who deserved to be the one to survive the fire. Stopping, he realizes how he is speaking in the Champion's presence and apologizes. Silence falls in the conversation for a few moments before the Champion redirects, and asks him what it was he was humming, prompting the Hornetfolk to smile with a downcast gaze. He explains it is a song from home, but doesn't know who started singing it. It's one of his favorites, going on about how his sisters would sing it when they came home from raids. The Champion will have the options of Sing or Leave.

Choosing Leave, the Champion excuses himself from Vyzerre telling him they will be waiting back at the tavern.

Choosing Sing, the Champion asks Vyzerre to sing the song for them to which he smiles and agrees drumming up a rhythm on his shield with his finger tips before he starts to sing. 

(It's a work in progress)

‘We were born early spring to beat of royal wings and the loving grace of Lumia fell all over us. 

O’ and every single night when the Knights would end their flight, they’d invite the neighbors out with this fine chorus. 

No sense to run and hide, if you've already caught our eye. Let's tell the world how you won your medals.

Let's tell them how the beat of wings made you want to run and scream, from our Queen and all her lovely dames of Vespa. While we went one to one and never did we run when we sent the Wraiths back into their burrows.’

His voice is warm, like the honey as it often was, but this time it held more pride like a father boasting of their child. The Champion settles next to him as they enjoy his voice and the picture he paints, until his voice wobbles for a moment, but the Champion excuses it, thinking  that it was their imagination, until it happens a second time, his voice wavering on another line. Opening their eyes they find Vyzerre with tears streaming down his face as he fights to keep them from his voice while he sings. As his voice is silent, he simply stares off over the path he had originally taken to come north, much like the Champion not so long ago his lips quivering as tears continue to fall.

The Champion rests a hand on his shoulder and smiles, snapping Vyzerre out of his would-be trance before he apologizes. The Champion tells him there is nothing to apologize for before pulling him to his feet, offering to buy him a drink back at the Frost Hound. Walking with Vyzerre back to the tavern the Champion is given the options of Drink, Sing Together, or Leave.

Choosing Drink,  The Champion chooses to sit and drink with Vyzerre, who after a few drinks turns smiles at the Champion hugging them suddenly telling them that they are the first person outside his Hive who he’s sung that song to and that he appreciates them listening. 

Choosing Sing Together, The Champion picks a pair of drinks from the bar before giving one to Vyzerre, drinking together for a moment before standing and telling him that they are glad this particular Knight found they’re way home starting the same beat they had heard earlier. The Hive Knight takes the hint, raising his pint to his lips and starts to sing with the player following suit.

Choosing Leave, The Champion drops Vyzerre off at the counter letting Garth take care of him before taking leave of the Hornet. 

[theultimatefanficwriter]

Kazuichi Souda x Reader-Jealousy

"Alright, Hajime! Truth or dare?" You turned to the boy with a grin on your face as you laid back on the grass.

"Uh...Truth." The Reserve Course student replied, leaning back on his hands.

"Is it true you like Chiaki?" You teased, snickering as Hajime's face turned bright red.

"Wh-what?! Why are you asking that?!" He exclaimed, attempting to hid his face from view.

"Oh come on dude, just admit it already." Kazuichi rolled his eyes. "It's obvious ya like her."

"As obvious as your crush?" Hajime retorted before sighing. "F-fine. Yeah. I like Chiaki." You smiled triumphantly as he turned to you. "Y/N, truth or dare?"

"Hmm...Truth." You pulled at a blade of grass as you waited for the question.

"Do you have a crush on somebody?"

You nodded, turning to look at your friends. "Yeah."

"Oh? Who?" Hajime pressed.

You smirked and wagged your finger. "Ah, ah, ah." You tutted. "You already asked me a question. It's Kaz's turn now."

Hajime sighed in annoyance, though he turned to the Ultimate Mechanic. The pink haired boy smirked. "Alright then. Miss Y/N, truth or dare?"

You returned the smirk. "Dare."

"I dare you to find and hug your crush right now!"

Your face paled. You hadn't expected that. You glanced around the courtyard at the many groups that had gotten the same idea as you, Hajime and Kazuichi. Both Reserve Course and Main Course students were lounging around on the grass, enjoying the warm sun. Your gaze stopped at a particular group containing Sonia, Gundham, Nagito and Chiaki. Swallowing, you stood from the grass and made your way over there.

Sonia noticed your approach and waved at you. The others there turned and greeted you as well.

"What is wrong with your face, mortal?" Gundham asked. "Has someone cast a dreadful curse upon you?" You shook your head as your face turned even redder. Without saying a word, you leaned down and embraced the Ultimate Breeder. You heard Sonia gasp, and felt Gundham stiffen. You quickly pulled away and murmured a quiet "Sorry" before rushing back over to Hajime and Kazuichi.

"Huh. Didn't expect that." Hajime stated as he watched a flustered Gundham hide his face with his scarf. "Especially since he and Sonia are already dating."

You sighed sadly. "Yeah, I know." You muttered. "I don't plan on getting in between them. Still sucks, though."

"Wh-what's so great about him, anyway?" Kazuichi said, glaring at the man in question. "Like, why does everyone like him so much?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact Gundham doesn't stalk his crush?" Hajime joked. Kazuichi's face turned red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger as he stood up from the grass. He stuffed his hands in his jumpsuit pockets as he walked away.

"K-Kaz!" You called out to your best friend, but he ignored you as he made his way into the school. You sighed and stood up, shooting a 'Nice job' look at Hajime, who frowned apologetically. You followed the pinkette, having to speed walk to keep up with him. "Kaz! Kazuichi, slow down!" You exclaimed as you closed the distance between the two of you.

Kazuichi eventually came to s stop beside a group of lockers and turned to face you. "What do you want, Y/N?" He snapped. "Come to make fun of me?"

You didn't realized at first that he hadn't called you Miss. You gasped and grabbed your friend's hand, though he pulled it out of your grasp. "Kazoo, no! You're my best friend!"

Kazuichi's cheeks tinted red at the nickname, but he scoffed. "Yeah. That doesn't stop Hajime, does it?"

You rolled your eyes. "Hajime's a dick, yeah. But I know he didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

The mechanic narrowed his eyes and stared down at you. "Did you mean to?" He asked.

You blinked in confusion. "I...what?"

"Did you mean to hurt my feelings?" The pink haired boy elaborated.

Your confused expression didn't change. "I...didn't realize I said something that hurt you. I'm sorry, Kaz."

He sighed and shook his head. "It's not what you said." He muttered. "It's what you did." He took a step towards you, nearly towering over you.

"Wh...what I did?" You repeated, taking a step back. "I-I only completed the dare you gave me."

Kazuichi balled his fist and punched the nearest locker, causing you to jump. "Exactly!" He exclaimed. "I only gave you that dare cuz I thought it'd be me you would hug!"

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the boy. He had never looked so intimidating, his piercing pink eyes seemed to look right through you. As he snarled at you, his sharp teeth were visible, only adding to the fear you felt. "Kaz...you're scaring me..." You whimpered, taking another step back.

"Good!" The Ultimate barked, continuing to approach you. "Maybe I'll remind you of your precious Gundham!"

You tilted your head in confusion as you continued to back away from him. You felt your back hit a locker as you looked up at your angry friend. "Kazuichi...are you...jealous of Gundham?"

Your pink eyed friend rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Jeez, why would I be jealous of Gundham Tanaka?" He asked sarcastically, placing one of his hands against the locker by your head. "Maybe because every time I find a girl I really like and think might maybe-just maybe!-like me back they turn out to have a thing for him?!"  He placed his other hand on your other side as your eyes widened further in surprise. "It happened with Sonia, and just when I'd gotten over her, it happened with you, too!" He let out a low growl. "Even though he's dating Sonia, he's still stealing you from me!"

You stared up at him, trying your hardest to process what he had just said. "You...like me, Kazuichi?" You asked.

Kaz nodded. "Yeah, I do." He chuckled dryly. "Fuck, you have no idea how much I like you, Miss Y/N." His voice softened as he brought his face closer to yours, though he didn't make any contact. "I want to kiss you so badly right now." He sighed and pulled away, letting his arms fall to his side as well. "But I know you don't like me like that. So I won't."

You watched in a stupor as Souda turned his back to you. "Kaz..." You called quietly. "I had no idea. I thought you liked Sonia."

"I did at first." He admitted. "But after she and Gundham started dating I was forced to get over her." A sad smile crossed his lips as he glanced over his shoulder at you. "That was about the time I began to realize just how...amazing you are. Your laugh, your smile, your personality. No matter how much I gushed about Sonia, you never told me to shut up. You're the most kind person I've ever met." He laughed softly. "You're even hotter than Sonia, too. But all of that just means that of course you wouldn't like me back."

You swallowed. Was everything you were hearing true? Did Kazuichi Souda, your best friend for years, really just confess to you? As you thought about it, you mentally kicked yourself for not noticing sooner. About the time Sonia and Gundham got together, Kazuichi had stopped calling Sonia 'Miss' Sonia. You had assumed at first it was out of respect for their relationship. But you realized it was also around that time he started calling you 'Miss.'

"Oh my God..." You muttered. "I'm an idiot." Kazuichi turned back to face you. Once he did, you launched yourself at him, mashing your lips against his. It was the boy's turn to widen his eyes in surprise.

"Mi-Miss Y/N!" He exclaimed. "What are you-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Souda." You murmured before kissing the boy once again.

Still confused, Kazuichi eventually softened into the kiss and returned it. He placed his hands comfortingly on your hips. After you pulled apart to breathe, he looked at you quizzically. "Not that I'm complaining, but I thought you liked Gundham."

You rolled your eyes. "I mean yeah he's hot. But I only did that because I thought you still had a thing for Sonia! I didn't want to make things awkward between us, so I hugged Gundham instead." You nuzzled your head into the crook of Kaz's neck. "I really like you, Kazoo." You hummed.

Kazuichi smiled as he finished processing what you had said. He laughed, causing you to look up. He shook his head, his goofy grin on his face. "We're both clueless idiots." He said before pulling you into another kiss.

You giggled in agreement as you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

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Drunk!Evan x Fem!Reader (SMUT) - Practice Part 4

This is based about a month after my last fic :)

7PM

You sat on your doorstep with Evan, his hand in yours on your lap as you both waited for Connor and Zoe to pick you up. You were wearing the black skirt that had got him so riled up once before, as well as a floral button-up and a dark blue denim jacket.

“Ev, are you sure you wanna go to this party? We can always just stay home and watch Netflix. There’s gonna be alcohol there and probably weed.” You ask, squeezing his hand sympathetically.

“Y-Yes. It’s Jared’s birthday! Plus we can’t, um, keep avoiding social stuff, people are gonna think we’re recluses or something.”

“Okay, as long as you’re sure. It’s completely up to you.” You smiled at him looking up you saw lights at the end of the street. “Here they come, last chance?”

“Let’s do it.” Evan said, more confident than you’d heard him in a while. You stood up and pulled him up after you, dragging him excitedly over to the car.

“Hey guys!” You greeted Zoe and Connor enthusiastically.

“Hey Y/N, Ev! Someone’s excited, huh?” Connor replied to your greeting and Zoe turned to smile at both of you.

“Well, we might finally see drunk Evan tonight and I’m very curious to see what happens, that’s all.” You replied, grinning at your boyfriend, who was turning progressively more red.

“Oh, I’m not sure there will be much to see, I’ll probably just fall asleep, hah…” Evan mumbled nervously.

“Mmh.” you sniggered and kissed his cheek. “Sure, Ev.”

7:30PM

You peeked out of the window as the car pulled up in the driveway. Evan got out of the car, coming around to your side of the car and helping you down from the four wheel drive.

“Thanks, babe.” You said as you slammed the door of the car and a vaguely familiar girl ran up to Zoe, hugging her. “Oh Zoe! Is this your new girlfriend?” You asked, teasing her.

“Sh-shut up... “ She mumbled, blushing before kissing the mystery girl on the cheek.

“Hi! My name is Brooke! I think we have Biology together?”

“Oh cool! I knew I recognised you from somewhere.” You smiled and the group of you walk into Jared’s house to grab some drinks

9PM - Drink No.1

“Jared! How did you even get your parents to let you have this party?”

“They’re out of town!” Jared replied, leaning back against his boyfriend. Connor’s arms were wrapped around his waist as they ground against each-other. The music was blaring and everyone had a drink in their hands. Evan stumbled over to you, clearly tipsy after being given a vodka lemonade that seemed to have been more vodka than lemonade.

“Oh cool! It’s nice to kick back, just chill with friends.” Evan reached the three of you as you danced and you pulled him to start dancing with you but he resisted.

“Not my thing, Y/N, you know that!”

“Oh lighten up, tree boy!” Jared shouted over the music, turning around to kiss Connor a little too vigorously for Evan’s tastes. He turned away from the amorous couple and to you. A slower song came on and you placed your hands around Evan’s shoulders.

“One dance? Please?” Evan nodded reluctantly and placed his hands on your waist. You pressed your forehead to his and he managed to slow dance with you without stumbling over your feet too much. You pressed your forehead to his and smiled, tipsy and happy with your boyfriend.

11PM - Drink No. 5

Five of you were lounging in the living room, with Zoe and Brooke casually making out on the floor. Connor was stretched out across the chaise longue with you in his lap as you chatted drunkenly while Jared began to blaze it. Evan stumbled into the room, a glass of water in his hand. Upon seeing you in Connor’s arms a wave of uncontrollable jealousy overcame him. He sat down on the sofa and beckoned you over to sit next to him. You looked at him confused, but got up and sat sideways across his lap.

“What’s up babe?” You asked, and noticed how ruffled Evan’s hair was, he had clearly had a few more drinks than you. “How many have you had?” You ask, concerned.

“Mmmhh.. Like f-five? Or seven? I can’t remember.” You run a hand through his hair and he grabs it, grunting, “Why were you sat in Connor’s lap?” His face was clearly flushed, was that anger? No… it was _jealousy?_ You sniggered slightly before regretting it as Evan slipped a hand up to rub your breast through your shirt.

“E-Evan?” You mumbled, looking around the clearly exposed room.

“You’re so hot… And mine… And I lo- I mean, god you’re hot.” He muttered into your ear as people around you danced and smoked weed.

“I, um, are you okay?” He reached his other hand under your skirt and rubbed circles on the top of your ass. You grabbed his hand and pulled it off your chest to avoid stares. The other hand was now groping our ass more roughly.

“God I want you.” He nearly growled in your ear and a blush spread across your face.

“Oh really? What are you gonna do about it?” You asked, almost daring him to take some kind of control. What you were not expecting was for Evan to slip his hand into your panties and push a finger into you under your skirt. A shock of pleasure ran through you and you struggled not to squirm in his lap as he roughly thrust a finger into you.

“I might just have to make you scream my name.” He whispered gruffly into your ear.

“Evan!” You squeaked in response as he fingered you.

“Yeah, that, but louder.” He pulled his finger out and glanced around to make sure no one was looking before he placed his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. You could barely suppress a moan and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. He pushed you away from his mouth and grinned. His face was still hovering near yours, nearly kissing you but moving away just enough to avoid contact everytime you leaned in.

“What’s up baby? Were you enjoying that?” You nodded and pleaded with him through your eyes and instead of taking you home to fuck like you had expected, he instead kissed up your neck, sucking roughly in some areas to form hickeys while everyone was distracted. Suddenly his hands were on your hips and he was shifting you so you were straddling his lap in reverse cowgirl and grinding against him, small moans escaping you as you let out little yelps of Evan’s name as you warned him, telling him to stop and attempting to act like everything is normal while he kisses your neck roughly. Connor and Jared looked up from their flirting to stare at the pair of you.

“Jesus, what got into Evan?” Jared chuckled and took a toke on his blunt.

“Vodka, I’d assume, possibly Tequila too.” Connor responded, laughing too before yelling, “Get a room, breeders!”

You jumped and attempted to move of Evan’s lap as Connor called you both out, Evan pulled you back down and ground into you harder. You gasped and froze, completely still as you flt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

“Maybe we will.” He replied, groaning into your neck, “But they’ll hear you anyway, you’re gonna scream my name.” He whispered the last sentence into your ear.

“Evan!” You reprimanded him nervously. Drunk Evan was hot and dominant, which was a huge turn on, but it didn’t stop you from feeling extremely conscious of how many people could see you two getting off. Your boyfriend finally stopped grinding into you and just gently kissed your neck, you slid off of his lap and curled up next to him, hoping he was done being so horny for now, at least until you could get home and finally fuck him. He put his arm over your shoulder and reached over to down the rest of his drink. You felt his hand snaking it’s way up your thigh as you snuggled into his side.

“Evan?” You mumble into his ear, warning him once again. “You are a really horny fucking drunk.”

“You love it though, I can feel how wet you are.” His confidence was soaring as he saw the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Hey, I’m not complaining, I just wish we were… alone right now.” You replied, kissing his neck and ghosting your lips across his collarbone.

“Oh?”

“Well I just… I _need_ you, Evan.” Evan groaned and couldn’t wait anymore, his boner was getting too painful to bare within the confines of his boxers.

“Y/N, will you help me to the bathroom? I’m worried I might fall on the way.” You nodded, nearly and Zoe laughed, calling after you, “Use a condom!”

“She’s on birth control!” Evan yelled back and you ducked down half laughing half embarrassed, as if people might notice you less if you made yourself smaller. This wasn’t true as a chorus of “ooooh!”s followed you to the bathroom. You opened the door for him and he walked in, dragging you behind him.

As soon as the door was closed and locked he slammed you up against the door, roughly sucking your neck, wedging his knee between your thighs and you ground against him, whimpering as he groped your butt and continued to kiss your neck. More whimpers escaped you and he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear as he explored you. He slipped his hand under your shirt and rubbed circles on your stomach before unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off you. He pulled his own shirt over his head and turned back to you, kissing you passionately and this time you slid your mouth down his jawline and onto his neck, but he only gave you the chance to leave one hickey on his neck and then on his chest before he slid to his knees, pushed you against the door again and pulled your panties aside. You couldn’t do anything but gasp as he slid two fingers straight into your slick entrance, rubbing your clit with his thumb, you were close to your orgasm almost straight away as he eased his fingers in and out of you, his speed building, getting rougher and faster with his ministrations. Evan’s other hand crept up your chest and rubbed your nipple through your bra. He stopped fingering you and replaced his fingers with his tongue, still rubbing your clit as you unravelled in his hand, unable to hold back a slightly-too-loud yell of his name. Before you could recover Evan had unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his dick out and pressed it up against your entrance.

He gave you a questioning look before asking, “This is okay, right?”

“Yes! G-God, _yes_.” You could barely get the words out and before you’d even gotten to the end of your sentence he was pushing your panties aside and then he was inside you, fucking you up against the door, ravaging your neck, the sound of your bodies thumping together and your moans, his grunts, it was unmistakable to passers by what was happening in this room. There was no time to adjust but somehow that made it better, you were soaking and he stretched you better than he ever had before. His hands held on tightly to your thighs under the fabric of the skirt he loved so much, your bra still on as well as your panties. You gasped his name quietly over and he indicated for you to jump, you did, legs wrapped around his waist. He leant you against the wall, unable to carry both of your weights for very long. He was pounding into you again in moments, gasping and groaning about how hot you were, how much he was enjoying making you moan, how he couldn’t wait to see your pretty face when you came.

Then he was spinning you to place you on the sink and he’s still ramming into you roughly, grunting, panting, your moans and whimpers driving this once shy boy to fuck you harder than even Connor had before. He began to whisper things to you.

“You like this?” He thrusts once “Huh?” another thrust to punctuate his sentence.

“Y-Yeah, oh my god yes, Evan, Evan, Evan!” You cried out with each thrust, barely able to deal with the pleasure he was supplying you with. His hair falls prey to gravity as it flops over his fact with his thrusts he flips it back and you moan with each thrust.

“Good, no one could never do you like this, not the way I can, right?” He thrust harder and harder, the jarring feeling sending shots of pleasure up your spine. His muscles, though he wasn’t particularly buff, rippled, clearly all that tree climbing had helped with his physique. You leaned back against the mirror, his grunting and groaning with every thrust turning you on even more.

“Never! Never…” You trail off as his thrusts lighten up and you take the opportunity to rest before he regains his intensity. He pulls out of you and flips you around, lifting your skirt and and pulling your panties down to your thighs and shoving his was back into you. You whimpered as he filled you again from this new angle, hitting new spots that make you nearly collapse in pleasure.

“F-Fuck, Evan! Evan!” You cry out his name, not caring now who could hear you.

He reaches a hand around to rub your clit and your body convulses with the pleasure as he fucks you through your orgasm and keeps pounding you, you realise he’s trying to get you to cum again, he’s never done this before. He slips a hand down your ass to your pussy, lubing up his finger with your juices before he slides a finger into your asshole and you nearly melt at the sensation.

“S-Someone’s been- oh god! - doing their, fuck, their research, huh?” You moaned and he grunted in response, moaning again about how good you are, then words are just spilling out of his mouth.

“God Y/N, you make me feel so good, I’m gonna fuckin cum, will you cum too? You’re so beautiful, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you,” He moans and you freeze as he thrusts inside you and you moan again momentarily distracted as he thrusts and you can feel him twitching and spasming inside you, he gives you a couple of final thrusts while he rubs your clit and fingers your ass gently, making certain to be careful since you’d never had anything in there before.

“S-Shit, oh my god, shit I love you too! Fuck, fuck!” You yell way too loud for your own good.

The dual sensations along with him kissing your neck and back, a hand under your chin as he pounds you, you cum again and you feel like you might be peeing, gasping as your most intense orgasm, probably ever, hits you and he gasps, you were squirting around his dick and this sent him over the edge as he came inside you, hips going wild as you clenched around him and squirted. He slowed down his thrusts, riding it out as you came together.

“O-Oh my god… That’s never happened before… I just assumed that I couldn’t…” You panted, looking at the clear liquid that was dripping onto the tiles.

“W-What happened?” Evan asked, still slurring his words, confused. He was still inside you, leaning over your shoulder, panting in the afterglow, you could feel the throbbing inside you.

“U-Uh I squirted? It’s like, um, cumming, but for girls? No one really knows why it happens, but I didn’t think I could do it, lots of women can’t. It just means you were, really fucking good” You explained, almost embarassed at the mess but holy shit that was the hottest sex you’d ever had.

He blushes before replying. “Shit, clearly you um, you can.” You nod, almost giggling as he pulled out and clumsily pulled up his boxers and trousers. You stood up and turned to face him, his arms snaked around your waist and you could feel his breath on your face.

“Y-yeah…” He gave you a quick kiss. You stood up properly, pulling up your panties and grabbing a towel to clean up, straightening out your clothes. You are both giggling, laughing still tipsy, the awkwardness passes as soon as you look at eachother and he kisses you again, then again. You push him off and your post-sex lethargic feeling begins to fade as you open the door and the pair of you tumble out, still stealing kisses anywhere you can.

“Holy shit! It was totally Evan Hansen and Y/N pounding in there!” You heard Jake shouting to one of his friends. You both giggled again, and you went over to the kitchen to make another drink for both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist and pressed his lips to your neck. Then he was littering your neck with them again. You can’t help but smile as you turned to give him a quick kiss before continuing to pour vodka into your cups. Passing it to him, you asked.

“Down it?’ He nodded and the night continued.

2:30AM

“W-Was that, okay? For you?” Evan asked, apprehensive. The pair of you were curled up in an armchair together while you waited for your uber as people filtered out, the party beginning to wind down.

“Evan, I squirted for the first time, it was fucking amazing! Pun intended.” You reply quietly, giggling slightly. His face flushed red at the compliment.

“O-Okay I was just, I don’t like being rough but clearly drunk me does and I enjoyed it but it scares me a bit and I don’t know…” He trailed off and you took both of his hands in yours and replied.

“Hey, we don’t ever have to do it like that again if you want, or we just stick to it when you’re drunk, it’s whatever you want okay?” You smiled and he smiled back. You kissed him on the nose and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I want to, if you enjoyed it too, then I want to.”

“I did.” You replied sincerely.

“I love you.” He says, your eyes widen. “Not just, ‘we’re um, boinking I love you’ but full I love you, unconditionally.” He smiled and you laugh softly at the word ‘boinking’ and kiss him.

“I love you too, Ev. A lot.” A car horn sounds outside and you see a notification from your uber.

“Time to go home?”

“Sounds good!” You both get up, stumbling to the door and yelling a goodbye to Connor and Jared, although you were sure they didn’t hear you, they were too busy making out.

3AM

You climbed into Evan’s bed, not even bothered to get into PJs, you slept in your underwear. Evan climbed in next to you and you curled up into his side, before you knew it, you were snoring away.

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Drop Dead Dreamers - Prologue

Title: Drop Dead Dreamers - Prologue Fandom: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Summary: You’re moving across the city of Maple Bay in three days. You have to survive your final hour on shift at work, first, though. (Prologue to actual game events; was going to be longer but I need to go to bed) Pairing: Dadsona/Damien Bloodmarch Notes: This is shameless self-insert fanfiction following the plot of DDADDS, with some tweaks. Don’t read if you dislike self-insert, third-person writing, or self-ship?

You groan and bend over, leaning your head on the cool glass countertop in front of you. Your knees hurt. Your back hurts. Your head hurts from scolding those Youths that came in and started throwing a beach ball in aisle four, trying to hit the warehouse-style ceiling. Why did they seem inebriated? They could have only been fifteen, but they were so loud. So disrespectful of your good family-owned pet store. Nobody respects good family-owned pet stores. Now, though, the store is empty except for your coworkers, and you get a moment to breathe.

The front bell goes off, chiming someone through the door. Instantly, you snap upright, wincing. You slap on a smile- the person coming in is either a customer, or your boss, and you don’t want to be seen looking like you were leaning on the counter if it’s your boss. “If you can lean, you can clean,” and all that. 

The person rounds the wall that blocks off the vestibule, and you see that it was neither a custo, nor Ed, your boss. Instead, you’re greeted by a burgundy turtleneck, strawberry blonde hair, and a tired smile.

You come around the counter. “Mary! Picking up our weekly donation?” Your voice cracks, and you flush- your voice still hasn’t settled after starting testosterone, and it feels like everyone knows it.

She salutes you sloppily, smirking at the crack in your voice. “You got it, kiddo. Brought along some heavy muscle, too, so your weak noodle arms are safe for once.”

“Hey now,” you say defensively, flexing your biceps in a joking manner, “I’ve been working out. I’m up to bench pressing three whole pillows, now.”

“Standard or king size?”

You lift your chin defiantly. “Body pillow. I’m on my way to being a real Olympian.”

She raises her hands and takes a step back, a mock-impressed expression on her face. It lasts for a beat before you both crack up. 

The door chimes again, and you peek your head around the wall. With an air of grace that nobody in a purple polo should possess, a man about an inch shorter than you strides through the door. His hair is long, ebony, and tied in an elegant ponytail atop his head. He rocks a pair of glasses that are utilitarian, but somehow look far more stylish than your own thick, square frames. He’s built like a dorito, or maybe Starscream in the Michael Bay Transformers movies? And his arms are corded, too. You could drool over this man, but instead you just wave and chirp a hello in an embarrassingly high register.

Mary snorts from behind you. You whip around, giving her the universal “shut up I swear on my left tit” glare. She obliges, but pokes her head from behind you.

“Hey Dames, got the minivan in the back?”

The man gives a stiff nod, chewing the inside of his cheek. You can’t keep eye contact, it makes you nervous, so you watch the movement of his mouth instead. Off to the side, Mary rolls her eyes. You can’t see it, but you can, like, smell it. It smells like cheap wine and salt. 

“Backed right up to the loading bay, Mary,” the man- Dames?- replies smoothly. He also is not making eye contact with you. That’s a relief. 

Oh wait, there it is. Soft, dark brown eyes meet yours and your nervous little autistic brain makes a sound similar to “fuck.” Your face heats up and you briefly wonder why you like retail so much. You’re scared of people. Why did you choose this career path when you could have been an artist, or maybe a hermit. Then you wouldn’t have to deal with buff and attractive men making eye contact with you. You’re taller than him, but you feel very small right now.

There’s a pause as he studies your face. In some not-terrified corner of your brain, your higher-thought-processes wonder if you have bad hormone-acne right now. You rather hope not. You’re about to open your mouth when he speaks in a soft voice.

“You don’t.... sell puppies here, do you?”

Instantly your face settles somewhere between a frown and a grimace. You stick out your tongue. 

“Eugh, no? That would require being in contact with a breeder or a puppy mill and we are a reputable and upstanding establishment and care far too much about the wellbeing of animals to support something like that.” Dames smiles slightly, but you’re on a roll and can’t stop the words. “While we have rescues here on the weekend, and those rescues occasionally do have puppies with them up for adoption, we do not have the time or space to allocate to properly fostering healthy and well-socialized puppies full time. We do foster cats here, but they have an environment specifically built for them, and we are able to give them the care they need and deserve.”

Dames thrusts his hands into his pockets, smiling. His eyes crinkle behind his glasses. Mary puts her head in her hands. You close your mouth with a snap and feel distinctly embarrassed. 

“Uh. You knew that already, probably? Since you’re with the Shelter and all that, and, uh, you do adoption events here sometimes... And provide us with the cats we foster.” You duck your head. 

Dames reaches one hand up and fiddles with a stray lock of hair dangling in front of his face. A nervous habit? “It was not meant to be a trick question, my friend. I have not been to this establishment before, and was curious- we have fostered our cats at less reputable pet stores before, as I recall, and was not sure whether this location was an exception to our new rule against that or not. You seem quite passionate about animals, and I respect that greatly.”

He makes a motion that seems like an aborted half-bow, and then shuffles awkwardly. Oh no, he’s cute too? You feel distinctly uncomfortable and push your glasses up your nose, before combing your hand through your longish hair. 

“I, um. I’ll let the guys in back know that you’re on your way, Mary. There’s probably half a pallet of donations right now? Should fit into your minivan pretty easy, so, um. YeahI’mgoingbacktothecounter.” You say the rest of your sentence in a rush and retreat behind the counter, busying yourself with straightening this and polishing that. 

You don’t notice Mary and her friend go to the back room, and soon you’re distracted by reading a new study on the care of bearded dragons in captivity. The rest of the hour passes quickly, and by the time you clock out and pack up for home, you’ve forgotten everything about the man with Mary, except his glasses and purple shirt.

By the time you get home and collapse on the couch next to your daughter, you’ve forgotten the butterflies in your stomach, too.

[pearsonclaire1995]

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Episode 20

Scene 4:

[They don’t have to wait much longer before Ren’s nav rings. Ren answers, pulls out her collapsible screen, and sits down with her pokemon so that they can see.]

Ren: Hi Angela.

Angela: Hi Ren. I’ve got Hauoro here with me.

Ren: Thank you so much for arranging this.

Angela: No problem! Here he is.

[Angela hands off her device to Hauoro and the exploud’s face suddenly takes up the screen.]

Hauoro: Hello Ren and everyone. I was so happy to hear that you were all safe.

Ren: Yep. No more casualties if you can believe it. How are things over there?

Hauoro: Mostly good, though not always easy of course. I’m beginning to understand Kauri, that construction worker you befriended.

Ren: Rosalie’s fiance?

Hauoro: Yes, the breeder we stayed with. Anyway, he always makes a point to communicate with us when things change. Usually we need a pokemon to translate, but that gets tiresome, so I asked him to battle with me to form the bond. He’s not a trainer, but his mate helped and it’s starting to work.

Ren: That’s great!

Hauoro: [he nods] I think it will make things much smoother. There are still conflicts now and then, but at the moment the humans of the city have a lot of goodwill towards us. We took a lot of people into the caves when that terrible heat wave happened.

Ao: That’s wonderful, Oro.

Ren: I am so impressed by your leadership skills!

Kata: A+ big guy!

Hauoro: Thank you. [peering at his screen] Is Mele there?

Ren: No. He retired from battling to be an actor.

Ao: He’s going to make movies one day!

Hauoro: [confused] Is that anything like the news? I sort of know what that is.

Ren: Kind of, but instead of telling you what’s happened recently, movies tell stories.

Hauoro: Oh. Well that sounds very interesting and it seems like something Mele is already good at. Will he get to sing?

Ren: Hopefully.

Hauoro: Maybe I should see one.

Pohaku: You should! We did and it was so nice!

Ren: We’re all gonna go to the premiere when Mele gets a part. You can come too if you want.

Hauoro: I’d love that. I miss him.

Ren: I’ll talk to Angela again when we’re done and see if I can put you in contact in the meantime.

Hauoro: That would be wonderful.

[They all talk for a while longer and then Ren talks to Angela before they hang up. She calls Mele next since they are all thinking about him and his manager answers. She seems very happy and sets up her device so that Mele can talk to them.]

Mele: Hello everyone!

Ao: Mele! I’m going to Ever Grande! I’m going to fight the Champion!

Mele: And you’re going to win! Ren, you have to tell me the dates so I can be there.

Ao: You don’t have to come if you’re busy. I know you’re cheering for me.

Mele: No, I have to be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.

[Ao’s tail thumps on the ground behind her and Akahata smiles. Ao leans in and taps her nose on the screen and the delcatty does the same on his end.]

Ren: [as Ao pulls away] So Mele, tell us about this big news.

Mele: I landed a part!

Ren: [thrusting both fists in the air] Yes! What part! What part!

Mele: A lead part! In a musical!

Ren: Lord Ho-Oh fly over! Congratulations!

Ao: I told you you could do it!

Mele: And it’s the same studio that made the movie we all saw together. Apparently it’s a remake of an animated film from a long time ago that they wanted to remake with pokemon actors, just like The Pyroar King.

Ren: Holyshit that is so huge!

Mele: Mira’s still freaking out a little, she’s worked with the studio before, but for much smaller roles. She’s such a wonderful coach. We did lots of battles right away so that we could talk and as soon as we could understand each other she started teaching me about acting and took me around some sets so I could see what it would be like. There is so much going on. You wouldn’t believe how many people it takes to make a movie.

Ren: Are you nervous?

Mele: I’m too excited to be nervous! I met my co-star and she’s nice. She’s a persian. She’s had some roles before, so she’ll help show me the ropes. I’m meeting my counterpart for the human dub tomorrow, so that should be fun. Mira knows her.

Ren: Her? I guess it is pretty common for women to voice male roles, actually.

Mele: I think they’re swapping the genders for the human dub because that’s how it was in the original. The persian said she’s played “male” roles before. And it’s not like humans can tell anyway. I can’t even tell without scent, at least for most species so… [He shrugs.] I think we’re meant to follow the original, but us pokemon actors get a lot of freedom to interpret since the director and people can’t actually understand what we’re saying. Once everyone is cast and has had some time to go over the script, all of the pokemon actors will have a meet and greet and figure those sorts of things out. Apparently the humans think it’s to make sure we’ll get along. Isn’t that funny?

Ren: Really?

Mele: Well non-trainers mostly think of pokemon like animals, so it follows. I mean, obviously they know we’re not or they could never make these sorts of films, but if you’ve never talked to a pokemon, I guess you wouldn’t have much of an idea what we’re like.

Ren: You’re always so understanding.

Mele: Thank you. I could talk about this stuff all day, but I want to hear about you all. Tell me about Groudon and Magma and the Gyms. I watched the news with Mira, but it’s not even close to enough.

[They all tell Mele about their adventures, with Ao, Ren and Kata doing most of the talking. They have to stop at some point so Mele can get some work done and they all say goodbye.]

Mele: Ao, before you go, I just want you to know that I’ll be thinking of you during every song I sing. You are my muse, now and forever.

Ao: [face flushed and tail wagging] I’ll see you soon at the championship!

[They “touch noses” again before Mele leaves. Ren congratulates Mira and thanks her before hanging up and calling Panahi’s coordinator. They pick up and Ren barely gets a word in edgewise before Panahi crashes into frame. They are in a dressing room and the pelipper sends several makeup items flying as she lands.]

Ren: Hi Avery! Thanks for—

Panahi: Ren! I thought I heard your voice! Are you alright?

Ren: Yep! Everyone’s A-OK!

Panahi: They said you survived but you know how lax they are about reporting pokemon deaths on the news.

Avery: [scooting their chair back a little to give Panahi some room] I told you she texted that they were all fine.

Panahi: I wanted to hear it from her!

Ren: So you two are talking. That’s great!

Panahi: Of course we are! And we finished our first routine together. We’re entering a contest next week.

Ren: Oh! Which hall?

Avery: Slateport.

Panahi: I can hardly wait! Look! [She steps to the side and gestures to her coordinator with a wing] Just look at my stunning child! We are going to wipe the floor with the other contestants, I guarantee it.

[The coordinator flushes and covers their face.]

Avery: [groaning in embarrassment] Mooommm!

Panahi: They call me mom too. Isn’t that sweet? [to her coordinator] Now darling, you’ll have to get over that. You are a glorious specimen to behold and you have to own it.

Avery: [smiling] Yes, mom.

Ren: You’re looking very fine yourself Panahi.

Panahi: Oh honey, you should see me in my full regalia. I’m so beautiful I can’t even tell you!

Ren: I believe it.

[Kata whistles and Panahi winks at her.]

Panahi: Now, I don’t want you coming to every contest I enter, and not this first one to spare Avery here, but might you all drop by for the finals?

Avery: If we make the finals.

Panahi: We are making the finals!

Ren: Of course we’ll be there.

Panahi: Excellent! I can’t wait for you all to see our show. But anyway, let’s get down to it shall we? Give me all the juicy gossip. How are things going with Steven?

Ren: [flushing and groaning in embarrassment] Mooommm!