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With a friendship score of 39 and no romance, Piper is the lucky sim! And since we owe Pauline for ending the night at the karaoke bar with the highest level of singing skill, she will go on her date after Piper's.
I wanted Lilac to be in a better mood than she was for most of yesterday, so she took a relaxing lavender foam soak.
Possibly it worked a little too well.
Romantic Aura, says Spencer? Yes please! He starts the day by giving a rose to Lilac⊠who responds by scaring him (yup, definitely way too much time spent around her good buddy Dodo). Fortunately he seems amused by her silliness. Perhaps itâs a Harper thing?
Everyone is happy because itâs Some Day Or Another that they will never get to celebrate. (Neighbourhood Brawl, it turns out. But while Agnes Crumplebottom will likely be celebrating, we will not.)
Pauline made breakfast, while Spencer made an observation.
Looks like his preferences are closer to Leoâs than to Dodoâs.
Last night was the first that the sims slept over, and Caden reveals a surprising... what Agnes may call a 'youthful indiscretion.' It's just a tattoo, Agnes, but I likewise concur that he didn't seem the type. Does our corporate shark has a creative side? Well, he does have 'piano' as one of his likes, and recently took up knitting.
Avery - go piss girl! Literally no one is stopping you. They take the very long route to the party bush outside, when there's a toilet right through the wall from them. Never change, Sims.
With the lot traits it was only a matter of time, and Lilac did not disappoint.
Lilac and Spencer sojourning upstairs means that as per usual, itâs time for chore montage hour. Which may be less interesting than whatever's happening in Lilac's bedroom, but it's also less likely to get me banned from Tumblr.
Caden and Piper were our gardeners, but as Piper twice refuses the Watcherâs request to do some work, theyâre sent to sleep on the couch. Instead Pauline (who has been the MVP of this household so far) takes their place, while Avery becomes our piano sim and Aubrey grinds through handiness.
Aubrey grows tense over last night's failed Graffiti Heist (any one of us could have told you why that wouldn't have worked) so she is the latest pixel to take up yoga.
As we see, some sims are definitely taking more advantage of the lot traits than others, but with a date scheduled, will Piper be able to push through their UNFLIRTY nature?
Since a little bikini time never hurt the mood, the date takes place on a Strangerville community lot. (I wrote down who it was by but can I find it in my notes? No, I can't.)
A moment to appreciate Piperâs merfolk form.
As with the first household dates, Lilac performs one friendly and one flirty interaction, then the pair are left to their own devices. Itâs not a bad time by any means, but both she and I get the sense that friendship is enough for the other sim (for now, at least).
Piper then goes downstairs to swim and with our time almost up, I donât see the need to continue the date to its full three hours.
Pauline arrives and the mood is instantly more charged. They make their way to the hot tub and Lilac makes some moves.
And yes, woo hoo was had.
The pair are home for all of a hot minute when NOSY Sim Spencer spies on Pauline, and attempts to dish for dirt.
Things continue to improve between Caden and Lilac. Today his attempt to embrace her is successful, and they even sit together for dinner.
More singing about yet another holiday that the Watcher really should have removed from this household's calendar had she a single organized bone in her body, then it's time for bed.
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Chapter 11- Attack on Castle Town
It was infuriating
Two whole days had passed since Link and Rusl arrived to Castle Town, yet it felt like no one was making an effort to come up with a plan. They had talked about hunting the beast down, luring it in, or waiting to see when it would attack again to then strike. But it felt like they were talking in circles, the conversation melting into the talk of the mundane.
Rusl, of course, loved visiting with his friends and talking to them about whatever came to mind, but not now. Not when that thing just attacked his children and threatened his home. The anxiety ate up at him, and he found himself unable to sit still at the table where everyone else sat. So he stood in the corner, his arms crossed as he glared at the others.
âSo we should head to Faron since it was in Ordon last night, right?â Shad asked, staring at the map.
âNo, it was just in Faron, it mightâve moved,â Link corrected.
âDidnât sound like it moved from when it first attacked you guys,â Ashei butted in, her arms crossed at the table.
Link pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. âI guessâŠâ
âSo we head to Faron?â Auru suggested, and Sheik finally stepped into the conversation.
âIt seems like the most logical place to go, but we need to know how to fight this monster. If five soldiers couldnât kill it, then I doubt six of us could.â
âYes, but we do have one more person,â Shad said, his finger in the air, âand weâre more prepared.â
âItâs not like the soldiers of Hyrule are anything impressive,â Auru muttered, and Sheik looked away.
âWill you be fighting though Shad?â Link asked, and Shad gave him an offended look.
âWhyâof course, old boy! I may not wield a sword but I have a weapon stronger than that!â The scholar patted his book, and Auru snorted.
âAre you going to throw the book at the monster?â
The group erupted into laughter and Rusl rolled his eyes. They were getting off track again.
âNo! I have my head right here!â Shad defended himself, and Auru laughed harder.
âGreat! So weâll use your head as a weapon when the rest of ours break!â
âI meant my brain!â Shad stood up in fury, but his fiance pulled him back down, an amused smile on her face.
âWe get what you mean, Shad,â she said and gave him a peck on the cheek. Rusl sighed and cleared his throat loudly, catching the attention of Auru and Link. His son looked down, a slightly guilty look on his face, and his fingers interlocked together.
âWell, we may have a better chance than the soldiers, but we still need a plan,â he said, and Rusl felt relieved that they were finally strategizing. He and Link discussed strategies several times, but ultimately they wanted to brainstorm with the others for more ideas.
âYou fought the beasts, old boy,â Shad started, his anger having disappeared entirely, âwhat is your suggestion?â
Link looked down, his eyebrows furrowed. âI⊠I donât know. This isnât a normal shadow beast.â
âI remember they were a challenge,â Auru contemplated. âHaving to kill them all at the same time was⊠infuriating.â
âThey just kept coming back to life,â Ashei added, and the rest of the group nodded.
âWell, as long as you killed them at the same time, they were relatively easy,â Link said. âBut this beast is alone, so I donât think we have to worry about it coming back to life once itâs dead. Itâs just⊠tough.â
Sheik nodded. âIt has to have a weakness though. We will weaken it, keep our distance, andâŠâ they grabbed their right hand, âperhaps we could get the light spiritâs assistance? If itâs from the twilight, I doubt pure, divine light will feel good, hm?â
Linkâs eyes widened as if he realized something and he nodded. âThatâs a great idea, Sheik. Weâll get the light spirits to help weaken it, and while itâs down, weâll give it everything we have.â
The group seemed to agree with the planâif Rusl could even call it a planâand Auru raised his drink.
âTo victory then,â he cheered, and the others raised their own, with Link simply bumping his fist since he didnât have one. Rusl let out a sigh and pushed his frustrations aside. He wasnât sleeping well, and the anxiety felt like it was eating him up inside, so he was much more quick to anger than normal. But he had to try to be patientâthey were going to get to deal with the threat, he knew it. He just had to slow down with the rest of them.
âAlright, letâs head out then,â Rusl muttered, stepping closer to the group, but Sheik stood up.
âNot yet. I must convey this information with some⊠allies. They may help if something were to go wrong.â
Link and Ashei seemed understanding while Auru and Shad seemed indifferent, but Rusl was exasperated.
âWhat? Weâre notâwhen will you be back?â He asked, a sharpness to his voice as his patience was wearing thin.
âIâm not sure, hopefully before tonightââ
âTonight? Where in the spiritâs name will you be going?â He snapped. Sheikâs eyes widened in surprise and they looked around uncomfortably.
âI just have things I need to do,â they muttered, and Link looked up at his pa, a worried expression on his face.
âWe donât have time! We should leave now and deal with it before it takes more people!â Rusl argued, and Auru stood up.
âIf what Sheik says is true, then we should get help if something were to go wrong. Calm downââ
âDonât tell me to calm down!â Rusl shouted, leaving everyone surprised. âYou donât know what type of a threat this thing is! If we wait any longer, we could lose it!â
âRusl,â Auru started, his hands raised in an effort to calm him. âI know, but we are merely six people⊠and⊠really itâd only be four of you physically fighting itâI may not be able to do much. We need all the help we can get.â
âBut itâll be too late! We wonât be able to travel until the morning!â
Shad hummed. âMaybe leaving at night would help us find it better.â
âNo, that's a horrible idea,â Link jumped in, and Rusl let out a groan.
âI canât sit around any longer, I need this thing dead!â
âGoddesses, what has gotten into you?â Auru asked. âYou were perfectly fine this morningââ
âThat was because I thought we were safe during the day,â Rusl spat. âI thought we had more time as long as everyone stayed in at night. But no, itâs dangerous no matter what time it is! We canât stall anymore!â
Everyone looked at each other. Ashei looked understanding, Sheik looked guilty, while Link looked uncomfortable at the outburst. Rusl blinked a few times and let out a sigh, running his hands through his hair.
âIâIâm sorry IâŠâ He started, but he couldnât get the words out. He looked up at Auru who stared blankly at him and he turned away. âYou do what you need to do Sheik, Iâm gonna go cool my head,â he said softly, and he left the backroom, ignoring Telmaâs confused look as he burst through the door to the bar. He didnât know where he was goingâhe supposed he was simply walking around the town to clear his head. The lack of sleep from the past few nights was catching up to him, and the fear surrounding the shadow beast plagued his waking mind. He felt like he couldnât escape it, and he just wanted it taken care of so he could finally rest. He supposed with his own children and grandson having to get involved, it finally caused him to break.
The loud noises of the town wasnât doing him any favors, so he went through the southern gate to escape to somewhere quieter, leaving behind the shops lined up next to Telmaâs bar and entering a clearing. It was empty and peaceful, with a fountain in between cobblestone stairs that poured out the bluest water. Rusl walked to the fountain and kneeled, the anxiety and anger leaving his body to make way for vulnerability. He opened his heart and prayed.
He didnât know who he was praying to; he wasnât exactly praying to Ordona, or the light spirits themselves. But he found himself praying to someone. He prayed that he and the others would be safe, he prayed that his children would be safe, and he prayed that his wife would be protected. Goddesses she mustâve been worried sick over themâshe always got extremely upset over these things. He hoped that she would know that the children were safe, and that she wouldnât blame herself for what happened. As he prayed, tears started to trickle out of his eyes, and he leaned forward to rest his head against the stone. He was so tired, so tired from everything that happened to him from the past few days. The beast would plague his mind every moment, even if he was asleep. He couldnât escape it no matter what he did, and now his own family was involvedâhis own children.
âPapa?â
Relaâs soft voice broke the silence, causing Rusl to sit up and turn his head to look at his daughter. He wiped his tears quickly and forced a smile, and she looked nervous as her hands fidgeted with each other.
âRela, what the heck are you doinâ out here by yourself?â Rusl asked. âI thought you were sleeping.â
âI⊠Uh⊠I couldnât sleep,â she said softly. âI wanted to talk to you and I saw you walk out so I followed you and⊠uhâŠâ
Ruslâs smile went away and he sighed. âI donât want you by yourself in town. Monsters ainât the only thing we need to look out for.â
âI know⊠butâŠâ Relaâs arms wrapped around her waist. Her pa gave a more genuine smile and gestured for her to join him. She was hesitant, but she finally joined him, kneeling on the ground as she stared at the fountain. Rusl stared at her for a moment and finally pulled her close, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as she leaned into his hug. She was never a touchy person, always hating his hugs and kisses, so he made sure to enjoy any moment where she enjoyed his touch.
âUm⊠papaâŠ.â Rela started, her fingers fidgeting more now. âI need to tell you something.â
Rusl raised an eyebrow and pulled away to fully look at her. âWhat is it?â
âThe reason⊠um⊠the reason that me and Colin and Kori are here is that⊠umâŠâ
âThe monster?â
Rela shook her head, shame apparent on her face. âNo⊠I meanâyesâbut⊠itâs my fault weâre here.â
Rusl frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
âI was⊠I was trynâa teach Kori how to sword fight âcause I knew that there was a monster in the woods but⊠I accidentally left your wooden swords in the water at the spring and I went to go get them andâŠâ Rela sighed. âI dragged everyone into it âcause I was dumb⊠Iâm sorry papa.â
âOh.â Rusl certainly wasnât expecting Rela to say any of that. âSo⊠yâall left Ordon?â
âWell⊠me and Kori were practicinâ in Ordon spring, but we met the soldiers and we showed them where yâall found the monsterâŠâ Rela sighed. âBut we wouldnât have been there in the first place if not for me. Iâm sorry.â
Rusl stared, not knowing how to react. He could be angry, he could be sad, or he could be horrified, but he brushed it all away. She shouldnât blame herself.
âSweetie, I wasnât clear enough with yâall,â he said softly, looking down at her. She did not look back up at him. âYou didnât understand the danger we were in. I certainly didnât make it more clear. Donât put all the blame on yourself.â
Rela frowned. âBut⊠I still left.â
âNot on purpose. And I suppose I shouldâve told yâall to stay away from the spring.â Rusl let out another sigh and he gave Rela a squeeze. âBesides, itâs in the past. Me and Link are gonna head out tomorrow to fight it. I want yâall to stick with Colin here until itâs safe, ok?â
Rela nodded. âOkâŠâ
âWait, weâre not goinâ homeââ
Rusl and Rela flinched at Kori who was suddenly behind them, with Rusl grabbing his daughter closer to him as he moved from the young twilian. Kori watched them with a bewildered expression as they stared horrified, and Rusl let out a breathy laugh.
âSpirits above, Kori. You scared the living daylights outta me!â He breathed, letting Rela go. âWhyâre you here?â
âI heard Rela leave,â he answered simply, and Rusl rolled his eyes with an annoyed smile.
âOk, no more going out into Castle Town by yourselves, ok?â He scolded. Kori looked down and tapped his feet on the cobblestone, and Rusl raised an eyebrow. âWhereâd you come from anyways? I didnât hear you at all.â
âOh, I was in the shadows!â He answered, and Rusl and Rela glanced at each other.
âWhat the hell are you talkinâ about?â Rela asked, and Rusl let out a sigh.
âWatch your language sweetie. And Kori, I have to ask as well. What do you mean you were âin the shadowsâ?â
Kori grinned, his dimples appearing just below his black markings. âWatch this!â
To Ruslâs surprise, his grandson suddenly morphed into a dark figure, diving into his and Relaâs shadow next to them. Rela jumped to her feet and stared at her own shadow wide eyed, Koriâs little blue eyes appearing to stare back.
âKori? Since when could you do that?â She yelled out, and Kori emerged from the shadows, giggling slightly.
âSince last night.â
âAnd youâre mentioning it now? Do you realize how cool that power is? You can hide in the shadows!â
Rela and Kori began to chatter excitedly over his new power, while Rusl glanced around at the empty plain in front of him. The wind blew slightly, the sunlight dimmed, and an uneasy feeling began to overwhelm him. He stood up and started to nudge the kids closer to the gate, checking behind him to make sure he wasnât being followed. There was nothing there, but he still hurriedly pushed the kids to safety.
âAlright, itâs time to head back to the bar,â he said, his arms wrapped around the two. âAnd Iâm serious about not traveling alone in town. Itâs dangerous, ok?â
âYes papa.â
âOk grandpa!â
Rusl smiled, but it quickly faded as he thought about the two, his babies, facing such a horrifying monsterâŠ
They were too young, too innocent to see such horrors. Goddesses, what kind of a man was heâwhat kind of a father was heâto let them suffer so? His grip on them tightened as he led them through the busy town, determination flowing through him. He wasnât going to fail againâ he was going to protect them. Even if it killed him.
âKitties!â
Kori suddenly pulled away from Rusl, running to a home with cats in the front playing with a ball. Rusl sighed, but he allowed the children to play with the cats, not really wanting to see the others just yet.
âHi baby,â Kori cooed, holding his hand out for a kitten, who sniffed at his hand cautiously. Rela tapped the ball, sending it rolling for the other cats to chase after, and she giggled as they pounced each other. Rusl wished he could enjoy watching them play, but a sinking feeling of dread made him antsy, and he kept looking around him as if he were to be attacked any second. The townsfolk seemed to be anxious as well, with them hurrying to the homes and emptying the streets. Rusl turned to the kids and tapped Relaâs shoulder, gesturing to the direction of the bar with his head.
âItâs time to go. Say goodbye to the kitties.â
âAw, but he just started to like me!â Kori whined, holding the kitten in his arms.
âIâm sorry kid, but itâs time to head back. Come on.â
Kori pouted but obeyed, reluctantly leaving the kitty behind. Rusl was pushing them faster now, wanting to get inside the bar as soon as possible, which clearly annoyed them with his hands gripping their shoulders.
âWhatâs the matter, grandpa Rusl?â Kori asked, glancing at Ruslâs hand.
âNothinâ, I just think itâs best if we head inside. A storm might be cominâ.â
âWell you donât have to grab my shoulder like that!â Rela complained, trying to shake off his hand as she spun around. âI can walk on my own you knoââ
A scream from his daughter interrupted her, and Rusl moved on instinct, grabbing the two children and sprinting towards crates for cover. Behind him he heard a slam along with screams, and when he turned, the beast was watching him, snarling growling.
The beast⊠the shadow beast⊠it was hereâit was here.
Was it following them?
The beastâs snarl was aimed at him, and Rusl froze in fear, the fear of that night returning to him in full force. He was in danger, it was going to kill him, he was going to die, he was going to die he was going to dieâ
Rela screamed again in fear, burying her face in Ruslâs shirt while Kori remained quiet and stiff, which snapped him out of his stupor. It wasnât just him that was in danger, but his children. By the goddesses he wasnât going to let this thing hurt them again.
The shadow beast watched him, as if waiting for him to make a move. Its black, leathery skin looked like a void against the light cobblestone, save for the yellow teeth that dripped a black goo out of its mouth, staining the stone. It didnât look different from when Rusl first encountered it, just as horrifying as before, yet it felt far more powerful, with a dark magic emanating from it. People were screaming in the town, running like wild animals to get away from the beast, but Rusl ignored them, shoving Rela and Kori behind him.
âRela, get Kori to Telmaâs bar and tell the others to come here,â he commanded, keeping his eyes on the beast as it stared.
âB-b-but p-paââ Rela stuttered, but Rusl pushed her away.
âGet away from here!â He yelled, causing Rela to flinch, but she got up, trying to drag Kori behind her, though the boy was frozen.
Right as she and Kori moved though, the beast reacted and began to charge at the two. Rusl gasped and grabbed a crate, swinging it and throwing it right at the beast, which stopped it before it could reach the children. The crate shattered on impact, allowing Rusl to grab a broken piece to use as a makeshift weapon against the beast. It wasnât as good as a sword, but hopefully itâd be enough to buy Rela and Kori time. Rusl swung the broken piece at the beastâs head before it was able to fully recover, it being almost pathetic at how little it reacted from the hit. After the wooden piece bounced off its head, it turned and snapped its jaws at Rusl, the teeth smacking against each other when it missed.
âCome on! Over here!â He shouted, trying to divert its attention from where Rela and Kori were, which worked for a moment as it turned its head to look at him.
âCome on Kori! Move!â Rusl heard Rela shout, and it drew the beastâs attention back to them. To Ruslâs horror, Kori was frozen in fear, staring at the beast with wide eyes as Rela tried to drag him back to the bar. Rusl sprinted to them just as the beast charged. Rela screamed and ran away, her hand slipping from Koriâs as she tried to pull him with her, leaving him alone as the beast got closer and closer. But Rusl got to him first.
He grabbed his grandson and rolled out of the way, dodging the beastâs rampage. Rusl searched for his daughter, but she was long gone, and the beast recovered too fast for him to stall any longer. He sent a prayer to the spirits to keep Rela safe and he ran to Malo Mart, slamming the door and setting Kori down. The poor boy was still frozen, his breathing rapid and tears forming in his eyes. Rusl moved him away from the door, cupping his face.
âKori, look at me,â he said as calmly as he could as the boy started to sob. âKori, I need you to be brave for me, ok? Hide out here, and do not come out unless I say so, ok?â
Kori stood sobbing for a moment, and Rusl wiped his tears and readjusted his head so he was looking at him.
âKori, everything is going to be ok, ok?â He reassured, and he buried the boy in a hug. âNow hide in the shadows or whatever it is you can do and stay away from the door, you hear?â
Kori sniffled and nodded, seeming to calm down just enough to be able to think. Rusl smiled, but the moment of safety was gone in an instant when the roof broke, and a large, black hand reached out to grab them. Rusl pushed Kori away right as the hand landed on him, knocking the breath out of him.
Rusl grunted as the hand tightened around him, and he was lifted up through the hole. Kori watched in horror, moving to try to reach him, but Rusl waved him away, struggling in the thingâs grip.
âHide Kori!â He yelled out, and he was pulled out of the building, his grandsonâs voice calling out to him from within the building.
Rusl clawed at the fingers wrapped tightly around him, and he was suddenly inches away from the thingâs face. The stench from the monsterâs hot breath nearly suffocated him, the endless, black mouth was open wide, and he flinched away, only to be trapped in its grip. Panic spiked within his chest as memories from the night of their first meeting flooded inâthe memory of the tight throat swallowing him down, the slime and goo falling on every inch of his body, the tendrils in its stomach grabbing onto himâŠ
âNo, no no no!â He shouted, struggling against the beastâs hold while staring at its teeth in horror, but it didnât put him in its mouth again. Instead it simply put him in one of its back hands as if he were a worthless toy, going back to digging around in the shop, and Rusl gasped as realization hit him. It was after Kori.
âKORI!â Rusl yelled in warning as the beast broke another hole through the roof. He squirmed and shifted, but his arms were pinned to his sides, the monsterâs grip tight around him.
Just as the beast was about to tear another hole into the roof, an explosion hit the monsterâs left side, causing it to shriek in pain. Rusl felt its grip around him loosen, and he was able to get one arm free before the grip tightened again. He looked to see where the explosion came from, and he saw Auru kneeling on the ground, his bazooka on one shoulder as he glared at the beast. Ashei and Shad were behind him, with Asheiâs longsword drawn and protectively in front of Shad, who stared at the beast wide-eyed.
âYou better drop him now or else Iâll shoot again!â Auru yelled, aiming his weapon, but the beast didnât seem threatened, and instead returned to trying to find Kori. Auru followed through on his threat and shot at the monster again, it shrieking in pain when it was hit, but it remained stubborn. Rusl watched Ashei run to the building, climbing to the top with her sword still drawn. She sprinted to the beast and sliced at its injured shoulder, making it flinch away. Annoyed, it went to smack Ashei off the roof, but she dodged and countered with another swipe of her sword, hitting its right arm once again. The beast snarled and directed its full attention to the woman, slamming its fist at her as she hopped back and forth. It soon began to swing its claws at her when squishing her didnât work, but Ashei was quick despite the armor she had on, and she ducked to avoid the beastâs claws. The shadow beast grew agitated, and it slammed its fist hard against the roof next to Ashei, which didnât hurt her, but it caused her to lose her footing, and she wasnât able to dodge the monster slapping her off of the roof. Ashei yelled out as she flew, landing on the cobblestone ground with a sickening crack.
âAshei!â Shad shouted as she fell off, sprinting to her side as she struggled to stand up. Her face was pale, she cradled her side, and she looked like she was struggling to breathe, which made Rusl worried. The beast turned to look at Ashei and Shad, and Auru let another shot from his weapon loose, which hit it right in the chest. It shrieked in pain, but remained standing on the roof.
âHow many hits is it gonna take?â Auru exasperated, loading his weapon again.
âAuru, Iâm afraid youâre going to hit Rusl!â Shad yelled, but he didnât listen as he shot the beast again. Everytime, Auru hit the beast head-on, which Rusl felt as the shock rippled through his body, the heat making him sweat. But the blasts never hurt him directly, with the monster feeling most of the pain, and its grip loosened enough for Rusl to get his other arm free. But once again, its fingers tightened around him just as he was about to slip away.
âOh come on,â Rusl groaned in frustration, feeling his sides bruise from the grip. The beast recovered from the blast again, and faced Auru with fury radiating off of it. But before it could pounce, Rusl heard a sword being drawn and spotted Link right as he landed on the beast, the blade of his sword facing down and piercing the leathery back.
The shadow beast let out a shriek that rang out through the entire town, stinging Ruslâs ears from the shrill, and he gasped as the grip finally loosened, causing him to fall. He landed on the roof with a painful thud, his knees and ankles stinging from the impact, but there was no time to sit there as the beast wailed in pain.
âLink!â Rusl shouted, scrambling to his aching feet. His son glanced over at him, his grip around his sword tight. âKoriâs below us! Itâs after him!â
Linkâs eyes widened in realization, his glare turning into a horrified expression, but before he could do anything, the beast stood up straight, making Link hang onto the sword still embedded into its back. Then it jumped back, threatening to crush Link. Link jumped to Rusl before he could get trapped between the roof and the monster, and the roof beneath them collapsed from the impact. Pain exploded in Ruslâs body as Link landed on him, and everything went dark, the sounds of debris falling being the last thing he heard.
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There was chaos in Castle Town. She knew from the screams and broken buildings, but she paid it no mind. As soon as Ruslâs daughter barged into the bar where she and the others still sat, they were all up and ready to go fight the beast, knowing that the time for planning was over. Sheik had planned to tell Edmund about the beast, as a safety measure in case she didnât make it back, but she supposed there was no time for that now. She just had to trust that Edmund would notice the giant shadow beast attacking the town.
Instead of joining the others in the fight, however, Sheik was standing in her room at the bar, praying to the light spirits the same way she did ten years ago. She knew that the light arrows she acquired from them would aid them in the fight, but it was a matter of getting them to help again. Truthfully, she didnât know if they would. The tyranny of Ganondorf was over; the threat of the world was no longer there, but she hoped that they would understand the threat now.
âOh light spirits,â she started, the only sound of her voice in her room feeling awkward, but she continued, âI ask for your help once again, to help defeat an evil that threatens Hyrule.â
Nothing happened, so she continued, ignoring the unease in her heart. âI need the light arrows to defeat this foe. It is a shadow beast, but it is a powerful one. Please, itâs taken and harmed my people. I need to defeat it.â
It remained silent, the familiar feeling of the divine spirits didnât appear, and panic began to settle in. Why werenât they responding? They immediately replied to her during the invasion, granting her the light arrows that stunned Ganondorf long enough for Link to fight him. But now it felt like they were ignoring her. Why?
âPlease,â she begged, kneeling on the ground and bowing her head. âPlease, help me. I must protect Hyrule, I must fulfill my duty as a queen andâand as a mother. Please.â
Frustration began to build up in her as nothing happened. Everything felt easier back then for her despite nearly losing her kingdom. She felt like she could focus, like she could clear her head to figure out what to do. But now everything felt hard, impossible. Like she was trapped in quicksand that she couldnât escape. Every decision led to a terrible consequence, where she would bear the weight of the blame due to her position. Not looking into the disappearances earlier, not spending time with her family, not building good relationships with people, stretching herself thin where she felt like she could barely do anythingâ
Goddesses, she couldnât fail. There were too many people depending on herâan entire kingdom depended on her.
âPlease, I need your help,â she tried one more, resting her head on the ground, her voice shaking, âI cannot do this without you.â
âZelda.â
Her head shot up, finding herself in a dark world that was lit up by the water and the light spirits watching her. Relief swelled in her, and she bowed her head.
âThank you, light spirits,â she started, âI need you helpââ
âNo you do not,â the spirit of Lanayru interrupted her, the snake-like eyes watching her. Zelda paused, taken aback from the sudden bluntness.
âW-What do you mean?â
âYou do not need our help.â
âIâYes, I do. I need the light arrows to defeat a beast of darknessââ
âAnd you were wise in searching for the light arrowsâŠâ
âBut⊠youâre not going to give them to me?â
Eldin moved closer to her. âYou already have themâŠâ
Zelda paused, looking down at her empty hands. âIâŠI already have them?â
âYouâve always had them,â Faron jumped in, tilting their head. âThey never left you.â
âIâHow do I get them then? Iâve never used them since Ganondorf.â
âThat is something you will have to figure out yourselfâŠâ Faron explained.
âYou do not put enough faith in yourselfâŠâ Eldin added.
âAnd so you struggle to find that divine powerâŠâ Lanayru finished.
Zelda frowned, rubbing her right hand where the triforce of wisdom glowed. âHow do I find it then? How⊠how do I simply put faith in myself?â
âIt is no easy taskâŠyouâve dealt with many obstacles in your life nowâŠwe do not blame you for struggling soâŠâ
âBut you must learn to be kind to yourselfâŠyou are only a HylianâŠâ
âA Hylian that is responsible for my kingdom,â Zelda grumbled. âI must be hard on myself otherwise Iâll never make the right decision!â
Lanayru shook their head. âYouâll simply overthink everythingâŠyou put too much pressure on yourselfâŠâ
Zelda paused, looking down at the bright water, the memory of her and Edmundâs conversation playing through her mind.
â⊠looking at you now, Iâve grown more worried than upset,â Edmund said to her. âYouâve overworked yourself so much to the point that you collapsed. Thatâs not a good thing. I suppose I⊠I just want to know why youâre so intent on doing everything yourself, when Iâm here to⊠help you.â
She had put so much pressure on herself that she literally passed out from exhaustion, and her mind has felt foggy ever since. Perhaps itâs felt foggy long before the disappearances have gotten worse, since the twilight invasionâŠ
Goddesses, everything has felt impossible, cloudy, and too heavy for her to bear. But she didnât know how to receive helpâshe didnât know how to fix it. Yet it clearly was keeping her from the light arrows, so much so that the light spirits recognized it.
âIâŠseeâŠâ she simply said. âIâve always had the light arrows?â
âYesâŠyouâve always had them⊠you just need to learn how to use themâŠâ
Zelda sighed, frowning as she stared at her hands. A familiar, warm tingling sensation started at where her triforce piece lingered, and she nodded. She could do this, she had to.
âCan I ask you one more thing then?â She asked, looking up at the light spirits. They each nodded, and Zelda got to her feet, still keeping her head bowed. âWhat are we up against?â
Ordona stepped forward, with the others making way for her. âThis is a shadow beast⊠one of the first created by the usurper ZantâŠit has lingered in the Twilight Realm all these years, getting strongerâŠâ
âIf itâs from the Twilight Realm, how did it get here?â Zelda asked, thinking of Midna somehow coming back for Kori.
âIt has stolen force from the Twili there⊠growing strong enough to be able to move between worlds while staying hiddenâŠâ
âForce? Like⊠life force?â
The spirits each looked at each other, and the world around them began to fade.
âYour kingdom needs you, Queen of HyruleâŠgo, and save themâŠâ
Zelda blinked and she was suddenly back in the room. She still felt clouded and weak, but she knew that her friends needed her, as did her kingdom. Ignoring the questions that werenât answered, she looked at the triforce of wisdom on her hand and closed her eyes, reaching deep within her to access the magic she had. The warm feeling in her hand began again, and it spread throughout her chest. For a moment, she felt the power in her flow through her veins, a warmth in her fingers.
Then it went away.
Zelda opened her eyes to see nothing in front of her, only the empty room above the inn. Her brows furrowed as she stared at her hands, the fingers trembling slightly.
âI donât understand,â she whimpered, clenching her fists, âI need them! How do I⊠why couldnât you just tell me?â
The room remained silent as Sheik sat there, her prayers unanswered and her hands empty. She looked around her, kneeled down, and once again tried to reach deep within herself to find the arrows, but there was nothing. Not even the faint glow of the triforce of wisdom appeared.
âCome on! I canât leave without them! I said Iâd get them, why canât I get them?â Sheik punched the floor in frustration, her divine magic suddenly feeling like it was being sucked out of her. She simply asked back then, and the light spirits answered. Of course it had to be different now, of course it had to be harder for her.
A faint explosion was heard outside, along with screaming, and Sheik finally sat up, looking around the room. She could sulk in the room forever, but she still had a duty to the resistance; she needed to help them, empty-handed.
Admitting defeat, Sheik stood up and ran to the window, jumping out and climbing onto the roof. Immediately she spotted a cloud of smoke ahead of her, with the sounds of roaring and yelling, and she took off towards it. A shop in front of the fountain was completely destroyed, with Link trying to distract the shadow beast while Rusl laid unconscious in the rubble, and Kori worriedly looked over him. Sheik grimaced at the sight, dread resting in her stomach as she watched Rusl, pale and unmoving.
âG-Grandpaââ the little boy whimpered, shaking him gently, but he didnât wake up.
âKori, get out of here!â Link yelled, but Kori remained frozen at his grandfatherâs side. They were helpless against the thing, and Sheik couldnât help but feel her blood freeze at the sight of the creature. It truly looked far more powerful than the normal shadow beasts, and she could feel the powerâthe forceâradiating off of it. Memories of the twilight invasion came flooding in, with her watching shadow beasts killing her soldiers right before her very eyes, her own parents twisting and morphing into the black creatures by Zantâs hands, and her watching helplessly as it all happened. Itâs all she wasâhelpless!
It turned from Link and spotted Kori, directing its attention to him, and Link tried to get it to turn back around.
âDonât you dareâLOOK AT ME!â He yelled, desperate to keep his son safe, but it was in vain as the beast turned fully to Kori, who hugged Rusl in fear. The rest of the resistance seemed to be down, with Shad trying to help Ashei off the ground and Auru loading his bazooka frantically, and Sheik knew that Link wouldnât be able to stop it from charging at Kori and Rusl. For some reason, a vision shot through her mind, one of the beast attacking her daughter in the same manner, and something inside her snapped. If she failed to kill this monster, then it was going to harm her daughter, and she couldnât bear to let that happen.
She wasnât going to let it happen.
As soon as the beast started to charge towards Kori, she jumped from the roof, landing in front of him and aiming her right hand at the beast. The triforce of wisdom glowed against her hand, shining brightly against her eyes as the diving light warmed her entire body. The magic was soon condensed and it formed into the bow of light and arrows, floating before her until she grabbed hold of it. Without having time to think, she pulled the bow back with a light arrow and shot it straight at the beastâs chest.
The shriek from the beast rang out through the town, the light attacking every inch of it like lightning as if flinched away from her. Sheik heard a confused grunt and turned to see Rusl wide awake, his brows furrowed and eyes wide as he stared at Sheik.
âLook out!â Sheik heard someone yell, and she turned just in time to see the beast charging, its mouth snarling open wide that almost paralyzed her in fear. Sheâs never seen their faces before. Breaking out of her fear, she shot an arrow at it when it was inches away from her, and it shriveled, growing agitated from the pain. Sheik was about to shoot it again, but it began slamming the ground in anger, nearly smashing her in the process if Rusl hadnât pulled her out of the way, and she was huddled up next to him and Kori. The beast shrieked as the light attacked it, and Link got close to finish it off, but he was smacked away from the chaos.
âPapa!â Kori yelled, and ran to where his father landed.
âNo! Kori!â Rusl yelled, holding tight to his grandson and following.
Before they could move past the monster however, black magic formed from where the beast rampaged, spreading right under Sheik and the others. A red swirl appeared in the center beneath the shadow beast, a sight that was all too familiar to Sheik, and she suddenly felt trapped in one place from the black magic surrounding her. A dizziness assaulted her as she tried to stand, and to her horror, she watched as the light arrow and bow disappeared from her hands. Her fingers began to vanish, turning into black squares that were being sucked into the center of the portal, and the last thing she saw before disappearing was Link reaching out to her.
#Kori#love at twilight#smiles writes#yayyy!#1 year anniversary!!!#and everything is going terrible! :D#idk I think writing all that action in whumtpober made writing action here nearly IMPOSSIBLE#it was so hard#and so the ending is kinda weak#but hopefully yâall can tell whatâs going on#thanks as always to the lovely Bearie for beta reading and giving me suggestions đ#a true homie#twilight princess#gosh weâre getting to the exciting stuff hehe#cant tell you how satisfying it is to see a long chapter index ah!#Iâm one of the fanfic writers !! :D
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on the razors edge of saying things that would start conversations i KNOW are destructive to both me and other people so hello tumblr. I'm posting here instead because those people are not here
#i have no business asking my ex what his poly lifestyle is like#i have no business daydreaming about being IN a polycule#i have no business inviting a friend over to help her sleep even and no actually ESPECIALLY if it was half a joke#but god i am daydreaming. what if. what IF i had a nice cozy little cluster of people in varying degrees of intimacy....#whatever each individual relationship felt right at you know?#what if i had a little relationship anarchic come and go as you please nexus#what if we could choose to hold hands or share a bed or just share emotional conversations#what if i could invite someone over to just sloppily make out on the couch for an hour and then get dinner#or perhaps [redacted]#or perhaps just sit together doing our own things#and what if anything across that range was allowed if we both wanted it but not expected and not exclusive#god a guy can dream. i barely have the emotional bandwidth to keep a housecat happy so could i hold up in a polycule? fucking doubtful#but god i am dreaming
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Can we get a James potter pregnancy fic like the moon water one? I just on ow heâd be so sweet and doting and wouldnât let you lift a finger.
it's so true though - he would be a master coddler, & sorry to leave you waiting since April, this fic gave me a run for my money đ„ș
James Potter x pregnant wife!reader who interrupts game night
CW: mentions of pregnancy, gambling?
Sirius was not too proud to admit that he felt immediately guilty when he realised the mistake he had made.
As you got further along in your pregnancy, James had become increasingly less inclined to leave your side for any extended amount of time.
It got to the point that James actually took a leave of absence from work, and was now debating whether or not heâd ever go back once the baby was born.Â
Remus, Sirius, and Peter all had bets on how long that was going to last, knowing howâŠinvolved James could be, not withstanding the potential pregnancy hormone related fits of anger and exhaustion.Â
So, this week's game night (and likely every remaining one until perhaps your child went to Hogwarts) was being hosted at Jamesâ.
âSorry boys, I just donât want to risk not being here in case she needs anything, you know?â He had said.Â
And they did know; and quite frankly, Sirius was looking forward to not having to clean up after his sodding friends, so there were no complaints from him or Moony. And your place was closer to Peterâs flat, so he was happy for an excuse to take an evening stroll.
So when the four friends were sitting around a circular dining table, bickering over whose turn it was in their game of muggle poker and you were - what was only now very clear to Sirius - tiptoeing down the stairs of your townhouse, Sirius really shouldnât have made your presence known.Â
âWhat are you doing up?â James asked as he quickly dropped his cards - face down, dammit - onto the table to make his way over to you after being alerted to your presence by Siriusâ traitorous smile and wave.
âI just wanted a snack, Jamie.â You admitted, half bashful and half frustrated at the fussing, though you accepted James' embrace willingly.
Sirius thought the hug looked awkward, seeing as how the two of you needed to leave so much room for your belly.Â
âYou shouldâve told me, angel; I would have gotten it for you.â He chided gently as he ushered you (forced you) into his seat with a gentle hand on your back.
You smiled apologetically at the boys as you sat in Jamesâ seat with only a small groan and a hand on your belly.
âSorry, Trouble.â Sirius apologised quickly. But you - the sweet âangelâ that you were - simply waved him off.Â
âEven if I had made it to the kitchen, he would have heard me rummaging in the fridge.â You said simply, picking up Jamesâ cards and reorganising them.
âHas he got anything good?â Peter asked quickly, causing you to shake your head no before putting the cards back down.
âDamn sodâs been bluffing; he was always such a terrible liar at Hogwarts when he was the lookout for our pranks, how on earth can he bluff?â Remus asked incredulously as he dropped his own hand down on the table (face down, damnit).Â
âHeâs not bluffing; I donât think he has a clue how to play this game.â You explained simply.
âYou should come to all of our game nights.â Sirius chuckled as he gently nudged your arm with his elbow.Â
You chuckled and looked towards the kitchen. âThe point of gamenights was for you four to get together, and for me to have a quiet house.â
âPlease.â James called as he made his way out of the kitchen with a tray of various treats in one hand and a large cup of ice water in the other. âYou gave up having a quiet house the second you said âI doâ.âÂ
You accepted a loving kiss to your temple as he handed the cup of water to you and placed the tray in front of you on top of his cards.Â
If Sirius didnât get a peak at someoneâs cards really fucking soon-
âHow many more weeks do you have?â Remus asked you then; probably a polite thing to ask a pregnant couple but Sirius was a little preoccupied wondering if there was an X-ray vision spell he could use to see through Peterâs cards.Â
âToo many.â You responded as James offered a jovial âItâs gone by so quickly!âÂ
âJamie, I really donât think you get to say that.â You admonished him, though Sirius could tell the furrow of your brows was all for show.Â
âWhat? Why? I feel like this pregnancy has just flown by!âÂ
âOh, well Iâm very glad you feel that way.â You sneered. âBut youâre not the one who had to stretch and grow and carry around a bowling ball.â
Sirius felt himself swallow nervously in Jamesâ honour, but the dumb sod simply beamed at you lovingly and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. âItâs because youâve done it so beautifully, angel; you made it look easy.â
And damn James and his smoothness; he had even Sirius blushing. Â
âAlright, Iâm in.â Remus announced then as he pushed a pile of chips towards the centre of the table.
âMe too.â Peter agreed as he followed in suit.
Sirius felt like he was grasping at billywigs, but he felt he had a better chance than James, so he, too, bet a couple of chips.Â
âWhat say you, Prongs?â Peter asked then.
James turned back to the game, looking surprised as if heâd forgotten theyâd been playing at all.
âOh, I fold.â He said simply.
âWhat!?â Sirius screeched as he threw his cards down on the table.Â
Remus made an exasperated groaning sound as he also placed his cards face up.
âYeah, I had nothing.â James responded with a casual shrug.
âNice.â Peter murmured quietly as he took in the state of Remus and Siriusâ cards before placing his own down on the table and pulling the chips towards himself.
âFor fucks sake!â Sirius shouted.
âPads! Little ears!â James chided.
âAre they even fully developed yet?â Sirius muttered back, earning him a swat up the back of the head from his boyfriend.Â
âOh yes.â You said solemnly. âBabe has been very active everytime Uncle Pads talks.â
Sirius paused in his tussle with Moony to whip his head towards you. âReally!?â
You smiled and nodded, holding your hand out for his which he took willingly and allowed you to place it to a particularly hard spot on your stomach.
âSay something.â You instructed.
âI solemnly swear I am up to no good!â He chanted, the end of his sentence rising an octave (or two, if you asked Moony) when he felt a little kick right underneath his hand. âOh my godric!â
âI wanna feel.â Remus murmured as he reached over his boyfriend to swap places.
âMischief managed.â Sirius continued, feeling the slight jump of excitement in Remusâ body at the movement he obviously felt beneath his hand.Â
âOh gods, youâre gonna have a trouble maker.â Peter remarked with a shake of his head, though his smile let you know the comment was made in jest.Â
âOh, there was never any doubt about that, considering who the father is.â You quipped back, smiling lovingly up at James who simply beamed down at you in turn.Â
âWell, Iâll get out of your hair, boys.â You said as you made to stand. âLet you get back to your games.âÂ
Your sentence was met with a round of dissent.Â
âNo, no mama. Weâll leave.â Sirius argued as he too stood.Â
âWhat? Why are we leaving!?â Pete asked then.
âPeter, you already took all our money, leave the expecting parents to their evening, yeah?â Remus reprimanded, causing the three of them to look over only to see James blanketed over you from behind with both of his hands resting on your stomach as he murmured softly into your ear.
Your eyes were closed as you allowed James to rock the two of you back and forth with a soft smile spread across your face.Â
âCome on Petey, weâre officially intruding.â Sirius added as he tossed another chip at his friend. âTake this for the road - Iâll be winning it all back at our next game night.â
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#james potter#james potter fic#james potter imagine#james potter drabble#james potter ficlet#james potter blurb#james potter fluff#james potter x reader#james potter x you#james potter fanfiction#kid fic#pregnant!reader#james potter x pregnant!reader#ellecdc fics
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Sweet Temptations
Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader
Summary: Azriel enters a bet with his brothers on who can go the longest without sex with their mate, Reader makes it hard for him to win.
Warnings: Smut | Minors DNI | 18+ | p in v | creampie | rough sex | shadow play | the slightest bit of bondage | pet names (love, baby, angel) | 2k words of smut cause I love all you freaks
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I tread softly down the long hallway, following the golden tether connecting me and my mate. Shadows weave through my fingers and twirl up my calves, following at my side until I stop at a familiar door.
I creak open the private library's door and peer my head in only to find Azriel in a large leather chair that I would be drowning in if it was me who sat in it. He was lounging carelessly, a book between his hands as he flipped through the pages.
If he knew I was at the doorway he didnât show it, just continued reading without a stir, he didn't look up to me either. So I took the opportunity to gawk at the beauty that is my mate, to admire his elegant features. It was no secret Azriel was the prettiest of the three-winged Illyrians. It didn't matter what your type was, my mate seemed to be able to make anyone flush bright red with a few words.
My gaze wandered over his complexion that Iâve admired countless times, those sharp cheekbones that seemed to be able to cut steel, his tousled black waves that drifted over his forehead, those hazel eyes rapidly scanning over the page of his book, and his golden skin that was fully on display due to him being shirtless, I was the culprit for his missing clothing, the soft black shirt draped over my frame, going down to my exposed thighs.
"I can feel you staring." He finally speaks and I startle but he still doesn't look up to me. I decided just looking wasn't nearly enough, because anybody could look at him, and I didn't want to be anybody, I wanted my hands on him the way only a lover could have. I step into the private library and close the door behind me. My steps are silent as I approach his side but again, he's still not sparing me a glance.
Something like envy makes me frown, being jealous over a book was foolish but Azriel's eyes were always on me. He is constantly observing me, silently watching no matter the circumstance. It was such a normal occurrence in our relationship that I had grown used to his eternal notice, not realizing how much I loved it until now, until this foreign attention-craving attitude took over my emotions that screamed look at me.
"Azriel," I sit on the armrest of the large chair, I feel pathetic being so desperate like this.
"Hm?" That's all he replies with, but he still won't look at me, why won't he notice me? It wasn't that I needed the attention. He could do his own thing I didn't mind, but I also didn't want to be ignored.
"I'm going to make some breakfast, do you have a preference?" I place a hand on his arm, tracing my nail over his tattoo, something I do so often that I donât have to look at the tattoo to know where the inky lines are.
"Whatever you make will be good." He said, his words slightly clipped. I crease my brows but nod and place a kiss on his temple before sliding off of the chair. Perhaps he was just preoccupied with his thoughts.
I walk back to the door, giving him one last confused glance before leaving the library and aiming my way towards the kitchen.
I decided on making a breakfast quiche, something simple so I could mull over my thoughts while I baked. I learned the recipe from Rhys's mother so it comforted both me and Azriel I suppose, growing up in that house every winter when they werenât preoccupied at windhaven held some of my favorite memories, as well as some of the worst. I mated with Azriel in that house, on my twentieth birthday it had clicked and weâve been together ever sinceâ but this was the first time Azriel has ever ignored me.
As I cooked I wondered what was going on with him, to be distracted over what he was reading I could understand, I've done that to him nearly a hundred times but the way he spoke almost sounded restrained? Like he needed to hold back from saying anything else or even doing anything else but sit there still reading.
I played the quiche once it was done on two ornate plates. I've always liked to cook, but the three winged males seemed to be against it when we were younger, saying that I didn't have to since we were in Illyria, that just because I was a girl didnât mean I had to pick up that lifestyle. I had to make it clear to them that I wasn't their maid and I wasn't even Illyrian, it's not like I went around cleaning up after the messy boys anyway, in fact, Rhysâs mother gave them more chores than me, which has always irked Cassian.
"Az, food is ready!" I shouted down the hall and to my surprise he came down the stairs in mere seconds, without the book in his hands. "For you." I slid one of the plates over to him and he blinked down at it, still not looking at me as he carried them over to the table.
"My favorite," He hummed as I walked over to him and placed utensils beside his dish. "Thank you." He picks up the fool and cuts into his quiche. I frown. He usually kisses me after I make a meal for him, or at the least gives me a hug. I muffle a sigh and opt to lean down and kiss his cheek instead, then take a seat beside him in front of my own meal.
We ate in silence like always, but today it was slightly uncomfortable, not fully awkward, but just... off. The food was good and Azriel had it disappearing in minutes, at least he still likes my cooking. When I finish he collects both of our dishes and takes them to the sink where he'll wash them later tonight.
"It was delicious as always my love, thank you." He calls over his shoulder as he wipes his hands, but he doesn't look at me. I would do anything right now to get him to look at me.
I look at the wall of windows to my side and notice the sun rising, golden and pink hues painting the sky. "Don't you have training with Cassian today?" I ask, flitting my eyes back to him.
"Mhm, I'm going to get ready now." He says at the base of the stairs. My stomach twists anxiously, have I done something wrong? Why is he being so distant?
âCan I come?â I ask once heâs halfway up the steps.
âIf youâd like to, get dressed,â He replies dryly and a frown tugs at my lips. He only talked to me in vague words, not weighing in on his own opinion on anything like I was used to, normal flowing conversation. And maybe I was in my head, but I wasnât going to pass up the opportunity to watch my mate train under the golden sun.
I rush up the stairs and enter my shared bedroom, going straight to the armoire and finding a simple outfit. I pull a pair of pants on, I wasnât training and only spectating but itâd feel wrong to show up to a training ring in a gown. I swapped out Azrielâs shirt that still clung to my body for a top that matched my flowing bottoms, the style reminding me of what Amren typically wore.
âAz can you tie me?â I approached his side of the bedroom where he was adjusting the siphon on his gauntlet. I turned around and held my hair up before he could reply, but instead of his hands that grabbed ahold of the strings it was silky shadows, cold against my bare back as they tied the strings into dainty bows.
He walked out of the room before they were finished and I chased after him, feeling pathetic while trying any ploy to get his attention but if he would just tell me what was going on Iâd be willing to help him, but I couldnât do that if he ignored me.
I intertwined my hand with his and he squeezed it on instinct, then quickly loosened his hold like he wasnât allowed to show me any form of affection.
He wasted no time before shadow-walking us to the top of the house of wind where Cassian always trained with my mate. He doesn't say anything, just lets us slip into that darkness of realms. I cling to his arm tighter, just in case I fall into another pitch-black realm full of mysterious creatures. The darkness only lasted a mere second until we were on the roof of the mansion Az and I used to live in.
I steady myself with Azriel's arm but he doesn't return the movement, as if he didn't want me to be anywhere near him. I disband our arms as soon as I can stand on my own. I notice Cassian across the rooftop, Nesta beside him, seething so noticeably I thought steam might come from her ears. I walk over to the sitting area where the water station resides, Nesta following suit as our mates warm up with their usual movements.
I knew better than to ask Nesta why she seemed so irritated but when she sat right beside me I felt safe enough to say she wasn't mad at anything to do with me.
Nesta and I had become close friends while I resided at the house of wind, Azriel and I only moved out about a year after her and Cassianâs mating bond clicked. But during that time Nesta would often confide in me. When she felt she couldn't talk to Cassian but needed someone, anyone who would understand. I happened to be that person. It started with romance book recommendations the house hadn't already given to her, then moved to deeper things. Things like Tomas or problems she was having with Cassian, or even her struggles with the power from the Cauldron. However, there were still things she refused to talk about, her sisters for example.
"I'm going to kill him." She gritted out as the two males began to spar.
"Tell me about it." I huffed, staring at the warriors fighting so roughly, not their usual fluid movements. Like they needed to get an anger out that's been pent up. Sweat glistened off their tan skin, discarding their shirts minutes agoâ not going past me or Nesta's notice. The golden sun beamed down on them like a spotlight as they battled, swords clashing and slamming down onto the others, they were uncontrolled and savage, so far from the routine maneuvers and clever counters.
"What'd he do this time?" I ask, propping my elbows on my knees and leaning my chin into my hands, boredom enveloping me with open arms.
"He's not paying any attention to me." She huffs and I freeze. "I went as far as to try and give him head this morning and he outright ignored me," Nesta grumbled, picking at her nails. My confusion doubled over.
"Azriel's doing the same," I mumbled, sitting up to look at her confused. "He wonât look at me and will barely even talk to me," I explain and she glares at the two men on the mat, her stare so deathly I thought lightning might strike down on our mates.
"There's no way they've turned celibate right?" Nesta creased her brows and I snort at the idea alone.
"Them two? No way." I shake my head, leaning back into my chair.
"Maybe we should contact Feyre, perhaps Rhys has something to do with this." I offer.
"The three of them always seem to be up to something." She glowered.
"I'll be right back unless you want to come to the River house with me?" I ask. She shakes her head no and I nod, understanding.
I winnow straight into the foyer of the River House. Feyre who was sitting in the living room looked more than pissed. She glanced at me but wasnât shocked when I suddenly appeared in her home. "Is Rhys ignoring you?" I sigh and she nods with a frown. "Where is he?" I glance around the sitting room as if the High Lord might be hiding.
"Out with Nyx," She kicks the toddler's toy by her foot weakly.
"What the hel is going on?" I sit beside her on the couch.
"They're doing a bet." She rolls her eyes. "Who can âhold outâ the longest." She makes a quotation gesture around her words and I scoff.
"You're kidding." My jaw nearly drops.
"Nope. They thought it'd be the only thing they could beat Azriel at, so you probably have it the worst." She huffs. "Stupid Illyrian pride." The high lady uttered. I'm going to strangle my mate.
"So theyâre doing a sex ban on each other." I scratch the back of my head in astonishment.
"Sounds typical." She hums.
"I'm going to fix this. Weâre going to make them lose." I stand from my seat. "Put on your sluttiest outfit and get Nyx a babysitter," I order her, an idea blooming in my head. "They might be prideful but not even Rhys can resist a wanting female," I explain and a feline smile curves over her lips.
I had told Nesta the same as Feyre, dress in something her mate canât resist her in, drive him mad. We both left training before it was over. The males didn't bother noticing so we didn't say goodbye.
I took my time in choosing an outfit. The idea of Azriel's pride being more important than so much as looking at me made me beyond furious. If he wanted to ignore me over a stupid bet then I'd give him a taste of his own medicine. I selected a lingerie set that was a cobalt blue, his favorite color to see me in, due to it matching the color of his siphons, it was some possessive nature to have me dressed in a color that so clearly connected me to him.
I put the set on, delicate lace and soft mesh that he's yet to see, the kind I know he loves to rip off. I put on a white nightgown over the garments, sheer enough to still see the sapphire underwear but also opaque enough to prompt curiosity. I leave my hair down, I don't mess with it at all. He likes it down, and likes to run his hands through it. Another thing I won't let him do until he admits to losing this stupid wager between him and his brothers. I put a thin garter on my thigh, the only blue piece fully visible.
I run my fingers along a shelf of perfumes, selecting the one I usually wore when we went on dates, reminding him of those nights he'd run the tip of his nose along the column of my throat and smell that insatiable scent. I sprayed it on me, but also misted his reading chair with it, he couldn't escape the thought of me if he tried. A devious smile curved my lips as I placed the perfume back into its rightful place.
The front door of the house opens and I freeze. I know it's him. I grin and exit our bedroom, padding down the stairs until I'm just across the hall from him. His hair was pushed back and he was still glistening in sweat. Gods, he looked so perfect it was hard to stay mad. But when he didn't bother glancing at me all that rage returned.
A shadow swirled up my thigh and I allowed it to travel around the garter. Another zipped toward me, curving around my waist as if to recognize what I was wearing. I smiled down at the dark tendrils and they zipped away, quickly returning to their master and brushing up his wings, those perfect and large wings I needed my hands on. Shadows curved around his ear, telling him all about what I was wearing and immediately his gaze snapped to mine.
Those hazel eyes finally came into contact with my own. And gods how nice it was to be seen again. I remained strong. I gave him a gentle smile and walked closer.
"What are you doing?" His eyes followed me, that familiar attentiveness I missed so much returning.
"What do you mean?" I tilt my head innocently.
"Why are you dressed like that." His hands fist at his sides and I allow his eyes to drift everywhere.
"The nightgown was a gift from the boutique in The Rainbow, on the house after I bought all those presents for solstice," I explain, the lie easy on my tongue, I had bought this for our anniversary which was only a few weeks from now, but seeing that utterly desperate look on his face made showing him earlier worth it. "Do you not like it?" I do a small twirl and his knuckles turn white as the dress flows up and reveals a portion of my underwear.
"It's see-through." He gritted out and I frowned, looking down at myself.
"Is it? I hadn't realized. It's hard to tell in the darkness of our bedroom I suppose." I shrug, looking back up to him.
"It's pretty, just wear a slip under it if we leave the house." He hums casually, then brushes past me and goes into the library. Anger simmers inside of me as I hear the door close. How had that not worked? How much more direct could I get?
I sigh and quickly follow after him. Opening the door and shutting it behind me. He sat in the leather chair, as expected, book in his hands.
I wandered the room absent-minded, peering at the shelves with curious eyes, plotting my next move.
I smile at the idea I get and begin reaching for a book far out of my reach.
âAz? Can you help me?â I mumble, but my reaching causes my dress to lift so when he looks over at me heâs met with the most tempting sight he had ever seen. His movements were rigid as he stood up, coming closer but I didnât move out of his way, just continuing to jump for the book. âThe green one,â I gestured to the dusty spine and he nods, easily grabbing it for me but once I stop reaching for it I settle flat onto my feet, the curve of my ass coming back to press against his hips. He let out a quiet, low grunt that I wouldnât have been able to hear if he wasnât right behind me.
I turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. He holds the book I had no interest in reading out to me, his white knuckling grip proof of his restraint.
âThanks, Az,â I take the book and he nods with a grunt before going back to his chair, sinking into it with a slightly defeated demeanor, his pitiful expression making me smile.
I bound over to his chair, settling myself on the armrest, my legs draped over his as he continued to ignore me. I place a hand on his bare shoulder and begin massaging the tight area.
"You're sore Az," I mumble. "Maybe we should take a bath?" I tilt my head. His face remains stoic, but he is gripping his book like the edge of a cliff.
I move my hands lower, to his shoulder blade where I could knead the knot of muscle there. "What do you think? I'll even wash your wings." I brush my fingers over where his wings began at his muscular back. He jolted, his book slamming shut and his head whipping to me with a wide lust-filled gaze. "Is that a yes?" I chuckle. He only narrows his eyes, like a silent interrogation. "Az, I'm going to need some words." I place a hand on his cheek.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" He says through his teeth.
"Doing what?" My voice was innocent, if he didn't know any better he'd be buying it.
"I just know those training sessions are so long and hard, I thought it'd be nice to reward my mate." My selected words weren't helping his case.
âWhat do you know?â He says the words like a threat and I giggle nervously.
âAre you alright Az? Youâve been acting weird all morning,â I observe and a muscle in his jaw feathers as he tightens it shut, I run my fingers down that very jaw, feeling it flex under my touch as he attempts to read me. âAre you worried about something? You know Iâm always willing to help you relieve your stress,â I hum, slowly slipping into his lap, straddling over his hips and his eyes just follow the action, admiring the way I fit so perfectly on top of him.
âNo, love Iâm fine,â He defends and I dip down, trailing kisses down his neck, finding his pulse point and swiping my tongue over the area.
âYou sure, thereâs nothing I can do for you?â I tease my hips over his erect length, painfully straining against his pants. I return to the area of his neck, sucking hard as he attempts a reply.
âNo, I, fuckâ love, Iâm fine,â He curses and a smile curves my lips in triumph.
âAlright,â I pull from his neck. âIf thereâs anything you want me to do Iâll do it, okay?â I stress my words with a slight lift to my brows and he nods hesitantly. âI think Iâm going to take a nap, why donât you join me? It could help call your nerves?â I offer and he nods, thinking it a good idea to sleep through the rest of this stupid bet until one of his brothers gives in but by gods was he wrong.
I get off his lap and grab his hands after he sets his book down, pulling him up and then guiding him to our bedroom with an effortless sway of my hips they had his hands tightening on mine.
Once we were in the comfort of our bedroom he shut the door behind us and I let go of his hands in favor of grabbing the straps of my nightgown and dipping them from my shoulders, allowing the sheer fabric to pool at the floor, revealing my lingerie set to him entirely.
âWhat are you doing?â He grits through his teeth, I look back at him and I nearly laugh. He was backed up against the door like prey trapped in a lion's den. I smirk at him and crawl into our bed.
âThat nightgown is too itchy to sleep in, this is much better,â I sigh and he swallows thickly, slowly approaching our bed like it might explode at any sudden movement.
He eventually strips down to his boxers and slides into the sheets beside me, I waste little time before throwing myself over him like a second mattress.
My legs intertwine with his, my arms wrapping around the back of his neck, my body pressed to his. He flexed at the feeling of my breasts brushing against his bare chest.
âAre you always this touchy?â He said and I asked, pulling him impossibly closer.
âYou donât like it?â I feign a pout and he pales, brows creasing.
âNo, Iâm sorry my love I just, I hadnât noticed it until today,â He stumbles over his words, making my frown turn into a sickeningly sweet smirk.
âYouâre so cute Az,â I mumbled, leaning up and pecking his lips tenderly. âI love you,â I whisper so softly that if he wasnât so close he wouldnât have been able to hear it. But he did, and it wasnât the lingerie, or the perfume, or even kissing his neck that made him snap, no, it was those three words that he thought heâd never hear romantically, and I just gave them to him so casually he thought the world stopped spinning for a moment.
âOh, fuck it,â He grumbled before crashing his lips onto mine, the tension leaving my body as he rolls over me and settles between my legs. His kiss was starving, like he couldnât get enough, he had been craving me all day and ignoring that feeling but now it was all crashing down onto him at once and it was impossible to get enough. His kiss was all-consuming as his thumb came to my chin and opened my mouth manually, his tongue slipping inside without forethought. My tongue met his just as quickly, they didnât battle but they danced around each other, a steady balance of give and take between us.
âYou have no idea how much I need to fuck you,â He pants onto my lips and I smile.
âWhat are you waiting for?â I tease and he shakes his head.
âNo, itâs not making love, I need to fuck you,â He warns and a primal part of me loves the tone of his voice, the neediness of his words.
âCâmon Az donât be shy, fuck me already,â I plead and he moves from my lips down to my neck, his mouth mapping every expanse of skin he can find.
âYouâre evil,â He sighs against my chest as I arch my breasts into his face.
âYou ignored me all morning, youâre the evil one,â I claim and he smirks.
âIâm sorry baby, let me make it up to you,â He hums, then moves lower, so much lower until his breath was fanning against my inner thigh and he was leaving hickeys trailing up to my heat. His eyes glow golden as he looks up at me, pure lust as his expression.
"Please." I nod my head and he's like a fucking beast ready to have a full-course meal.
He wastes no time, not one second was I not being pleasured. Scarred fingers dip into the waistband of my panties, pulling at them with a force that makes them tear. His breath fans over my slick and I arch up, grabbing onto the sheets to keep myself steady.
He lifts a leg over his shoulder and a long swipe of his perfect tongue passes through my folds. It all happened so quickly, how soaked I was for him. I could feel him smiling against my cunt, as if he was craving the taste of me all day and finally got it on his tongue, his tongue that was swirling over my clit in tight circling motions.
I mewled, my back arching as fingers swiped through my sex, lubing himself with my ecstasy before entering two long fingers where I needed him most.
"Oh fuck," I breathed out, my head falling back against the shelf, it was all so fast, so needy.
"Youâre so perfect like this, spread out like a good girl who canât wait to be eaten," His baritone voice against the apex of my thighs reverberated up my spine making me shiver.
"Mhm," I nod helplessly, relishing in the feeling of his scars rubbing against my sensitive walls, those scars that added so much to the feel of his fingers inside of me, toying with that spongy bundle of nerves that was so relentless for more.
I moaned his name repeatedly, grinding down on his hand and his face as he sucked and licked at my clit. The stimulation was too much and I was hurdling toward a release.
"Az, I'm gonnaâ" My breath gets caught in my throat as he lays his tongue flat against my folds, his nose digging into my clit.
"I know baby, go ahead." Cold air fanned against my slick and my hands twined into his hair, forcing his face into my cunt as I ground my hips up onto his tongue, matching the thrusts of his fingers as that knot in the pit of my stomach tightened. He groaned at the feeling of me shoving his face into my heat, letting out a grunt as he ruts his hips down onto the bed, needing to be inside of me.
"Cum on my tongue." His voice was a demand, the kind of voice that made people fear him, the kind of voice that had me unraveling on his fingers, just like he ordered.
A string of moans escaped me, my head lolling back as euphoric waves crashed into me. He supported my hips since my legs were rendered useless from shaking too damned much. He gave gentle kitten licks to my now overstimulated cunt, allowing me to gently come down. He slowly lifted from between my thighs, slick coating his lips and he licked them clean, as if savoring the taste of me.
He brought his mouth to mine, allowing me to taste myself as I threw my arms around his neck carelessly, pulling his weight down onto me, needing to be entirely consumed by him as I sampled myself off his tongue.
âFuck me Az,â I murmur.
âI wonât be able to control myself,â He shakes his head but I didnât care, I needed more, needed his heavy cock sheathed inside of me.
âI donât want control, I want you feral,â I beg and something primal sparks in his gaze, a slow smirk forming over his lips.
âOn your stomach then,â He orders and my chest fills with both nerves and excitement as I do as he says, flipping over and hiking up onto my knees, my pussy throbbing in anticipation as I straddle my legs, my body forming a perfect crescent moon as I arched my ass up, arms supporting the rest of my body so I donât fall into the pillows.
His hands come to my hips, dragging from my waist to my thighs, over the curve of my ass, then repeating. He was savoring the feel of me, the view I was so generously offering him.
The rustling behind me hinted that he had freed himself from his boxers and I was proven correct when his leaking tip pressed into my folds. I whimpered at the feel of his head running through the expanse of my pussy, pre-cum mixing with my arousal, the natural lubricant preparing him for his entrance.
He leans over me, his chest slick with sweat as his lips come beside my ear, pressing kisses to my shoulder. âYou going to be good?â He hums and I nod with a whine. Shadows twine around my wrists, bounding them down onto the bed forcefully. âThree taps if itâs too much alright?â He says and I nod, closing my eyes in a slow blink, mentally preparing myself as he aligns his cock to my slit.
Slowly, he pushes himself in and I take every inch with a never-ending stream of euphoria. His movements started slow but he was right, he couldnât control himself and his thrusts quickly turned impossible to keep up with.
A moan tore from my throat as he finally managed to stuff himself completely inside of me, his balls slapping against my sopping folds, the arousal dripping down my purple-marked thighs. âAz,â I mewl, throwing my head back as he continues his relentless pace, his thrusts rough and hungry and everything I had ever craved.
âMâyours, Iâm all yours,â I sighed, eyes fluttering shut at the intense feeling of him nestled so deep inside of me. âThatâs right, my perfect slut to ruin,â He grunts and my back bows into his chest at the words, making him hit me deeper. He curses and goes so much faster at the new angle, every other drive into me left a soft whimper slipping from his throat, his noises so quiet yet so close to my ear and allowing me to hear just how much I was affecting him.
I clamped down on his thick length, slowly grinding my hips down onto his, gradually growing quicker and meeting each of his thrusts.
If I thought he was savage on the training mats then he mustâve been untamable when pummeling every inch of him into my puffy pussy that pulsed at each movement.
âGods, Azriel,â I scream his name, his pace relentless as my mind loses thought, becoming incoherent to anything but the way he shoved himself into me, past that bundle of nerves and kissing up against my cervix. A ring of my arousal formed on the base of his cock. âThatâs it, fuck, thatâs a good girl,â He sighs, his breath fanning over the shell of my ear and making me squeeze around him, needy for more.
He loves the visual of me splayed out for him, swallowing his cock, hips clapping against mine each time he rams into me with an unmatched force, each of them landing perfectly on the tip of him grinding against the most sensitive part of me as I convulsed, my legs spreading wider as I sink lower, making his thrusts faster, harder. Tears roll down my cheeks as I continue to take it, taking all of him without hesitation. âYour perfect fucking pussy is soâ fuck sâgripping me so tight,â He grinds out and I know from the underlying whine of his voice that heâs close, and thank gods for it cause I doubted Iâd last another moment with my sanity.
âAz, please, please,â I cry, unable to say anything else as he continues to hit home every, single, time. âSo full, Az,â I murmur, my head heavy with lust as he fucks me senseless. âYeah? All you can think about is my cock, isnât that right?â He purrs beside my ear and I nod fervently, agreeing to whatever he wants me to do, I just needed more.
Shadows listen to my silent request and brush down my stomach teasingly, feeling the way Azriel pumped into me so deep you could see him in my abdomen, the silky darkness curling downward and coming to my clit, making me gasp in ecstasy.
His fingers join his shadows, scooping through my folds and gathering my arousal before smearing it along my clit and then rubbing it harshly in tight little circles that left me defenseless. My entire body obeyed his touch as his ministrations continued. âFuck, need to come Az, please,â I whine, feeling that coil tighten until it was bordering on snapping. âCome for me, wanna see you milk my cock,â He nips at my shoulder and thrusts forcefully inside of me, his head ramming into my cervix so very close to my womb, his fingers dig into my clit rougher, his calloused fingers providing so much more friction. Saliva pools in my mouth as my orgasm crests and I finally feel that immense relief Iâve been craving all morning. âIâm coming, mâcominââ I was cut off by a lewd moan, rapture surging up and down my body as I gush around his cock, white-hot pleasure consuming me.
I lay beneath him as I slowly come down from my climax but his movements donât cease as I jolted in over stimulation, his shadows eased off my clit allowing relief but my pussy wasnât given the same treatment, he continued to bury himself inside of me, harder, faster, deeper.
I whine, not daring to reject him like his perfect doll, clenching at the sheets as he ruts into my aching cunt. âFill me up, Az, want your cum so bad,â I whimper and he smiles against my neck. âYeah? Want me to fill this pussy up âtil itâs leaking out? Stuff you full?â He asks and I mewl, lewd sounds rolling off my tongue without permission.
âMhm,â I nod, writhing against the sheets at the intense feeling. I clench hard around him and he twitched, letting out a low grunt and without another warning, his warm seed released and spurted from his cock, into my cunt. He moaned, his sounds equally arousing as his movements inside of me. âYouâre a fuckinâ angel, baby,â He pants, hands roaming along my waist as he slowly pulls himself from my slit, a whimper leaving my throat at the emptiness he left me with. He stares down at the apex of my thighs, where his cum seeped out of me, mixing with mine.
I flip onto my back and stare up at him panting with a drunken smile, my pussy throbbing as I come down from that stimulation.
I tremble as his fingers brush up my inner thighs, gathering any liquid that escaped me and then pushing them back into my cunt with ease. I gasped, my back arching, it was too much, it was all too much. And I loved every moment of it.
He lazily fingered my pussy, his languid movements making me babble in protest. âI know baby but we canât let any of this go to waste, can we?â He hums and I shake my head no with a pout. âThatâs right, mâ gonna fuck you all day, make you feel so good,â He said and my body tremors at the promise of his voice, and I knew immediately walking would be impossible tomorrow.
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when the kids had first moved into the apartment, the first thing you and satoru sat them down and established was that you were not going to be their new parents. satoru, and eventually you, were just their legal guardians.Â
then a year later, megumi had shyly asked if youâd come to his motherâs day lunch at school.Â
after that, everything youâd said that first night had gone out the window (especially after tsumiki had given satoru a mug that said âmy dad is radâ with his face on it).
and you were both okay with that, because they were cute kids, and over the years youâd grown to love them like they were your own. everyday you spend with your little family is a special one, especially days like today.
instincts, perhaps, are what prompt you to get up much too early on sunday, a day where you typically sleep tillâŠwell, at least 8am. but thereâs noise coming from the kitchen that concerns you.Â
satoru has no such instincts, still snoozing away next to you. you shake his shoulder, hoping to pass off responsibility for whateverâs transpiring to him, but he simply nudges his face deeper into his pillow.Â
so you take your own pillow and smack him with it.Â
he wakes up with a start, eyes still heavy with sleep as he looks around. âwhat? whatâs happening?âÂ
you point to the door, where the sound of the record playerâs soft tunes are accompanied by something almost foreign to your household.
it takes him a minute to process the sound, but once he does, he looks just as confused as you feel.
âis that the sound of laughter coming from our two moody teenagers?â you ask, genuinely bewildered. âdo you think theyâre laughing at each other?âÂ
satoru sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. âi think we should probably get out there. someoneâs definitely holding them at gunpoint.âÂ
he slides out of bed to grab and hand you your robe, very obviously hiding something behind his back while trailing out of the room after you. arms crossed, you step into the kitchen to see the two teens working together to set up the table. Â
âwhat is going on here?â you ask, eying the mess on the kitchen counter and prompting them both to turn around. âi hope you both know that iâm not cleaning this up.â
âof course not, babe. itâs your day,â your fiancĂ©e tells you, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a bouquet of flowers into your hand.Â
âmy day? so that means youâll be cleaning up?â
âobviously not. thatâs what the two freeloaders are here for. as for how iâll be treating you todayâŠâ
the kids roll their eyes as he pulls you in for a longer than necessary kiss, stealing your breath away. megumi coughs loudly, prompting you to pull apart so you can start breakfast.
like every year, your spot is already set up with a plate of fluffy pancakes, eggs, and a steaming cup of coffee.Â
âwhat, nothing for me?â satoru pouts as the kids load their own plates up and get settled at the table.Â
âyouâre not our mom,â megumi huffs.Â
âyeah, but iâm yourââ
âdonât call yourself daddy or i swear to godââ
you hide your smile behind your mug as you glance between the two. it wouldnât be a family meal without satoru and megumiâs petty snipes.Â
it also wouldnât be motherâs day without gifts. satoru would never let them hear the end of it if there wasnât.Â
thereâs a veryâŠabstractly wrapped book from megumi, a perfectly knitted sweater from tsumiki, and classic âdo the dishesâ coupons and the promise of a spa day.
âwe really are grateful for you,â he says, pressing a kiss to the backs of each of your fingers before entangling them with his own. âi could never do this without you.â
âwell, itâs a good thing youâll never have to,â you tell him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before slapping a coupon onto the table. âexcept when it comes to the dishes.â
(and after he gets sealed, you realize youâd never thought youâd have to do any of it without him.)
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A Delving Song (Monster!Reader x Laios Touden)
Could I request a Laios fic where he meets a new monster, your choice, that is surprisingly sentient who joins the party? I just think it would be cute and fluffy.
Laios tilted his head. That didn't sound like the normal song the sirens on this floor of the dungeon would sing.
Marcille and Chilchuck are still asleep. And Senshi's off checking his golem farms.
So Laios wanders off towards the pool of water where you sit.
It's a ways off from typical mermaid territory.
And you yourself seem different from other mermaids. Your lower half is covered in feathers, not scales, and you have small wings protruding from your back.
"To eat is the privilege of the living... all things must eat to survive..."
Laios looks at you, in awe as you continue to sing a song of resilience and endurance. He's absolutely enchanted. And he quickly opens his mouth to sing with you once he memorizes the simple tune.
You startle badly, yelping, and waving your arms, summoning streams of waters like vipers to rise around you.
"Whoa! Please, I didn't mean any harm. I just really liked your song."
You frown. "Tallmen like you don't sing. They attack."
Laios puts down his sword. "See? No attacking."
"You're... different."
Laios grins and nods. "That's right. You see... I wanna know more about creatures like you. Are you a mermaid? You seem to be similar and different."
"I think your kind calls me a siren. But most of us get hunted, because our songs can be dangerous. We have some control over water too."
"That's incredible. Do you come up with your own songs?"
"We sing the tune - others seem to hear what they really want to hear. Unlike mermaids, the charming of it all seems to come from the prey."
"Why are you all alone?" Laios asks bluntly, tilting his head when your face falls.
"My flock were... hunted by a group of tallmen. I escaped. The mermaids don't want me because we bring adventurers that kill."
Laios frowns. "Well, that's no good. Maybe... maybe you could come with our group. I'm sure once they hear you speak and reason, they'll have no problem."
You smile sharp teeth at the tallman. "What are you called?"
"Laios."
You let the water slip down into the pool and move forward in a crouch, finally pressing your head into his metallic stomach. "Thank you, Laios."
Chilchuck is the most suspicious of you, clearly not happy with the idea of letting a monster into the party. Even a clearly reasoning and thinking one like you.
Marcille is a bit more welcoming, especially as she hopes you can teach her some of your water magic.
Laios initially thinks you're amphibious like a fishman but as you don't breathe water it becomes clear you're more of a bird than anything else.
Marcille immediately shuts down any further discussion because she senses it getting uncomfortably close to figuring out what exactly you taste like.
But considering you grew up in the dungeon, your expertise makes travel much easier. Senshi also is able to take some extra parts of monsters the party has collected to make some water skins for you to carry water through the more dry areas for you to use as a weapon.
Laios is always eager to hear about monster culture - just as you are about the cultures of the surface. Marcille and Laios spend many meal breaks discussing with you about what your lives and daily activities are like
Chilchuck doesn't share, but then again he also doesn't share with anyone else, so it's not like it's an anti-monster sentiment.
But eventually you find yourself nestling close to Laios when it's time to rest for the night.
And one night, when he rolls over and rests his head in your feathers, you don't mind. You like the tallman and his unique opinions.
And perhaps these feelings may soon grow and evolve.
Until then, the party together shall eat, and almost more than their meals, their growing friendship is delicious.
Delicious in dungeon.
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now he's in your bed, laying on my chest. | reo mikage, 18+
no explicit nsfw but still mdni, aged up characters, reo down bad, not very realistic s3x but alas, reader's feelings are ambiguous but they eventually get their hesitation fked out, no pronouns or specific body parts mentioned, not beta read sorry.
It's 10pm and there's a purple-haired, billionaire athlete on your doorstep, knocking a little too eagerly on the door.
"There's no one in there." You interrupt, spinning your keys on your finger and Reo turns around, shocked to see you in front of him. "So banging on my door like a madman won't be productive, I'm afraid."
To your dismay, all he says is an apology when you wanted him to explain why on earth he was here.
"Are you looking for Nagi? Try somewhere else, don't think he'll ever come around again," you murmur before pushing in front of him to unlock the door. The key enters, as it always does, your door hinges creak when you open it, as it always does, and you turn around to face Reo, who has never looked as frazzled as he does now.
"I'm not looking for Nagi," the athlete mutters, running a hand through his hair. "I'm looking for you."
"Well, here I am. Aren't you supposed to be on a flight across the world right now?"
"I'm flying tomorrow morning."
Such dry and icy responses, what's up with him this evening? Reo's always so talkative but you wonder where his words and usual mannerisms have wandered off to tonight. Perhaps he's holding a grudge against you on behalf of Nagi after your breakup.
"Have a safe flight. I'm gonna go now, see you-"
"-Can I come in?"
You narrow your eyes at him, alarms blaring in your head, flashing vibrant hues of red. Still, you step aside and let him inside your humble abode. He takes off his shoes at the entrance, letting you turn on the heaters and boil some water for tea.
He takes a seat on your couch, watching you in the kitchen that's adjacent. The loud noises from the kettle fill the silence that would otherwise be too awkward, giving you time to think about why Mikage Reo would seek you out at a time like this.
It's not like you were close friends. You were only friendly with him due to his position as Nagi's best friend, and you had barely spent any time together alone before. Even now, it feels like there should be a third presence, spread out and lounging on the exact couch that Reo sits on.
"Green tea," you mutter when you place his mug in front of him. The purple-haired thanks you silently, bringing the cup to his mouth and you two remain sitting in silence.
Are you going to have to carry this conversation when he's the one that intruded?
"Why are you here, Mikage?" You question.
"Why did you really break up with Nagi?"
Count on Reo to always be so brash and straight to the point. Time is money and there is no time like the present.
"I... didn't," you explain. "He's the one that broke up with me. Just... called me one morning and decided it was best for us to go our separate ways and that was it."
"That's all?"
"Yeah. I was surprised too, I thought things were going well between us. Guess not."
"Do you resent him?"
"No."
"Aren't you going to ask me how he is?"
"Life is bigger than being curious against people who come and go. I just hope he is well and happy with where he is."
"But you aren't happy."
You meet Reo's eyes with a bewildered stare, taken aback by his boldness to assume something and speak it outright as a guest in your own home. You fear you don't have anything nice to say, so you don't speak at all, opting to drink your tea instead.
"Did you come all this way just to interrogate me about Nagi and I's breakup?" You ask.
"No, I wanted to come and check on how you were. He didn't tell me much about it, didn't even tell me how you reacted, all he said was that 'you broke up' and that was it..."
Humiliation settles itself deep in your gut. You know of Nagi's infamous nonchalance, but after everything you did and experienced together, you'd like for him to show at least a little bit of sadness. But it seems like that is still too much to ask for.
Rubbing your eyes, you will yourself not to cry. You haven't shed any tears for him yet, not wanting to do so over someone who can't even break up with you in person. In fact, you thought you were beginning to get over it, going out with a few friends tonight for dinner to try and relieve your mind of overthinking too much. Why did Reo have to come by and ruin it?
"I thought he loved you, said he wanted to marry you too," Reo murmured.
That was your breaking point and you clench the pillow in your hands to stop yourself from throwing it at him. "Yeah, well, he didn't love me enough to stay," you spit with venom dripping from your tone, rushing to the kitchen with your now empty mug.
After a moment, you hear Reo's footsteps follow you and he places his empty mug next to the sink. You don't look at him when he leans against the counter with his arms crossed.
"Do you resent me?"
"Why should I?"
"By proxy. Just 'cause ya know, I'm his best friend."
"I don't resent you Mikage, if I did then I would not have let you in my home."
Two beats of silence pass before he speaks again. "I didn't come by just to check up on you."
The sink screeches when you turn it off and the newfound silence envelopes the atmosphere like a blanket of snow. "Go on."
"Don't tell him I said this but you've always been too good for him. You deserve someone better."
You scoff. "Like?"
He steps closer and you have to crane your neck to look at him properly. You don't back down, trying your best to breathe through the heavy air as he scans your expression for any hint of rebellion.
"Me," Reo's voice is unwavering, firm with his declaration. Determination sets his indigo eyes ablaze and his hair falls to frame his face perfectly, the light of your kitchen hitting his skin in all the right places.
Then you realise just how built he is. Broad shoulders, wide chest, and he towers over you so easily, all features that come from years of athleticism. You could fall for his trap, line, hook, and sinker, but whatever little integrity you had remaining keeps you on your feet, reluctant to fall.
His thumb comes to brush your cheek and your knees buckle instantaneously. "Isn't this against 'bro code'?"
"Nagi doesn't have to know."
Oh, but it's been so lonely recently and Reo is so warm, the fabric of his sweater feels so soft, and you just want someone to take care of you, but letting that person be Reo is too risky.
Still, you trail your hands up to rest on his shoulders. "This isn't smart."
"I'm just followin' my heart, pretty."
You're the one who kisses him, pulling him towards you with a tug and his hands slam onto the counter on either side of you. It's sweet, but so short that you don't even give him a moment to close his eyes and savour the feeling. Now you're pulling away and Reo is desperate to keep you close.
With the inch you've given, Reo steals the mile, sealing your lips with his again. It gets heated too fast and now he's everywhere, hands leisurely exploring your sides as his leg settles between yours, effectively trapping you against your kitchen counter.
"Reo," you whisper weakly as he's pressing kisses against your nape, but he stops as soon as his name slips past your lips, head retracting so he can look you in the eye. "Bedroom, please."
After Nagi broke you the way he did, you felt unlovable. As if the reason he left you so suddenly was because there wasn't anything good left about you for him to continue loving. Yet, Reo clings to you like an oath, hurried hands grabbing and squeezing everything and anything he could touch.
Where Nagi was lazy and unrushed, Reo acts like you could slip away from his touch any second, but he doesn't hurt you. He never grips hard enough to leave bruises no matter how much you want him to, and he never strays too far.
Slowly, he strips you of your clothes, taking the time to appreciate you as if he'll never get the chance to see it again. His pupils dilate with every piece he gets to remove and he hovers over you before leaning down to kiss every inch of your bare skin.
Gratitude oozes off him like honey, like he's thankful that you're granting him the luxury of the sight before him, like he's the lucky one out of you two.
Reo presses into you in all the right places and doesn't suffocate you with his weight. It's mind-numbing, he's making you feel so good and you curse yourself for choosing the wrong one and losing the time you could have had with Reo instead.
Every part of you erupts with bliss when he's finally inside. It's warm everywhere, he fits so perfectly that you wonder if you were meant to find heartbreak first so you can appreciate this blissfulness even more. When you arch your body moulds perfectly to his chest, and you can't remember what you were even worried about at the beginning of the night.
The more you kiss him, the more of him you feel deep inside is like a chip to your armour.
Pure euphoria flows through your veins, intoxicatingly slow. You never want this to end, even as you gasp for air, even as your throat turns dry and scratchy and your legs lose feeling, every climax causes you to pray that he won't leave. That just because you're spent doesn't mean it is the end of the night.
As if he can hear your wishes, Reo's craving is insatiable and his warmth never strays from you.
The clock strikes 02:30 and on a normal day, perhaps you would have been asleep, preparing for the day ahead. Except tonight there is a purple-haired athlete splayed on your chest, bodies coming down from the multiple highs you've experienced together. Oddly enough, this feels like the most intimate part of the night as his chest moves in unison with yours, idle chatter filling up the space as both of you drift off.
Reo tells you something before you fall asleep but youâre too close to unconsciousness to remember, eyelids heavy and senses dulling. âMy flight is early in the morning tomorrow. Iâll be gone before you wake up.âÂ
True to his word, he isnât there beside you. Thereâs a noticeable dent in the sheets that traces his silhouette but excluding that, thereâs hardly any evidence of his presence at all and if it werenât for your sore muscles, the flicker of doubt in your mind wouldnât have been extinguished so quickly. Then your eye catches sight of the exact sweater he wore last night, the same one that you tugged off him impatiently, it feels like a promise that he will return.
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the red means i love you
Reader/DoppelgÀnger Francis (main focus on the doppelgÀnger aspect) (reader goes by she/her and is described with vaginal terms)
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word count: 2.6k
title from The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley
Contains: monster fucking (doppelgÀnger fucking), headcanon design for non-disguised doppels, barbed dick, breeding, and blood drinking
You let the wrong one in, but maybe it's not as bad as it seems when you invite him back to your apartment.
âMmmâŠâ The voice sounds uncanny, too similar to Francis with the slightest hint of a purr that the tired milkman would never express, âIâm rather thankful that you let me in earlier, you know?â His uniform is clean and tidy, well put together in a way that Francis would never be able to achieve due to his early morning risings. His hair is just barely out of place. Things that no one would notice-- things that make her wish that she had called Francisâ apartment to see if he was home.
âW-Wha-!â The doorman stumbles back in fear, causing her to bump her back into the chest of the doppelgĂ€nger who all too readily wraps his arms around her waist. One of his hands trails down her rigid arm and grabs the hand of hers that is trembling its way towards the phone. Even if he didnât intervene, the D.D.D. would not arrive in time to prevent any damages, he was in the safety room. His fingertips are inhuman, too sharp but not yet undisguised, as they intertwine with her own to prevent her from dialing the number she memorized so easily.
âShhh, shhhâŠÂ Thereâs no reason for you to be afraid.â He coos, brushing his nose against the exposed flesh of her neck. âNo need to scream, no need to squirm, no need to put up a fightâŠâ His voice is velvety but now lacks the tiredness the real Francis carries. Itâs not surprising that heâs giving up his disguise piece by piece, she assumes that it must take some level of effort to be so near-perfectly disguised and she knows at this point sheâs utterly fucked. âI could take you away from this annoying position forever if you want. No pesky D.D.D. agents, no more anxiety from our kind, no more living in fear. Sounds pretty nice, hm?â His free hand goes to hold her chin, his sharp thumb slightly digging into her jawline.
âBut I gotta protect my neighbors. My job-- sitting here and looking at everyone and their documents, it might suck at times but it keeps everyone safe.â She says, her voice trembling. Her throat is bone dry from fear, her chest aches from the uneven breathing leaving her slightly open lips.
âOh, my dear, thatâs such a noble sentiment.â The doppelgĂ€nger sighs dramatically before shaking his head. He spins her around in his grasp, the hand that was holding hers goes to her waist. His fingers trace along her jawline, making sure to keep a gentle, but firm, grip on her so she cannot try to escape. Thereâs a bright grin on his face, his teeth too white to be human. âBut how many times have they let you down? Surely they have failed you before. People are fickle creatures; they donât appreciate what they have until itâs gone. I promise to protect you, sweetheart, just let me stay with you tonight, hm?â
Her mind races, so many thoughts of her own death and the death of her neighbors. âHow do I know you wonât hurt me?â The answer is obvious-- if the doppel were going to hurt her, he already would have. Heâs stronger than her, stronger than any human and sheâs still in his grasp. If he wanted to maim her, he would have already. âYou doppelgĂ€ngers just want to kill and eat us.â
âAh, you misunderstand me, darling! I could never harm a hair on your lovely head.â The doppelgĂ€nger earnestly insists. His thumb brushes gently across her cheek, trying to so lovingly convince her. âAll I want is to hear more stories about your day and listen to those sweet little fears of yoursâŠÂ And yes, perhaps indulge myself in some delicious blood as well.â Heâs whispering intimately, as if theyâre a pair of lovers. The grip on her waist tightens slightly but remains mostly gentle, itâs almost comforting despite the sharp nails against her shirt. âCâmon⊠please trust me.â
âBut I-â her voice dies out the longer she allows herself to fall into the illusion of mutual trust.
âItâs okay, my love,â he murmurs understandingly, âdonât overthink things, hm?â He kisses her temple tenderly, a perfect imitation of love between humans. His eyes flicker towards the phone, allowing even himself to dream of a different world where he could whisk her away and keep her all to himself. âLetâs just go for now, letâs go somewhere private where no one can bother us.â
She relents easily, tearing her gaze from his face and allowing it to travel down the white uniform before making its way back up to his face. âMy apartment is on the first floor. We⊠We can go there together. We donât have to worry about others seeing us, everyone else is in for the night.â
Francisâ grin grows even more, his canines growing sharper than any humans can be naturally, âThat sounds perfect.â He sounds appreciative, leading him gently to the door to exit the safety room. The walk to the apartment is short. As the apartment door closes, the intensity changes slightly; he is watching her carefully while also taking the new space. âNice place. So cozyâŠâ
âThank youâŠ.â She murmurs. âI figured itâs safer for you to be here than anywhere else in the complex.â
Francisâ doppelgĂ€nger hums thoughtfully before nodding in agreement. After the brief exchange, he takes the opportunity to explore the small apartment, touching things lightly as if trying to understand their purpose and history though touch alone. Every movement exudes confidence in his decision-making process, evaluating the potential of each object. âYouâre so brave, you know. Câmere.â
She walks over to him hesitantly and stands there. The doppelgĂ€nger is taller than her. Despite it all, since heâs imitating one of her neighbors that sheâs rather fond of, she feels herself relaxing. He wraps an arm around her waist casually, pulling her close while leaning down until their hands nearly touch. He inhales deeply, enjoying the warmth that a human being brings. He drawings circles on his back with his free hand. He continues to lean down slowly -- closer and closer to her neck. Her breath hitches as his nose finally meets her neck. Her hands meet his waist and tighten slightly, crinkling his shirt. Adrenaline is racing through her body, making her tremble slightly but she refuses to pull away. The way the doppelgĂ€nger rubes and nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck is the sweetest thing sheâs experienced recently.
The doppelgĂ€nger lets out a satisfied rumble, savoring the sensation of her trembling beneath his touch. If anyone saw them now, theyâd assume it was two lovers locked in passion. His lips brush against the skin he finds lightly before he stops abruptly. âPromise me something -- promise that you wonât run away.â
â...â She considers his words carefully. Every primal instinct in her is begging her to run, to get away as fast as she can. But she hasn't and, to be honest to herself, she doesnât want to. Sheâs rather content staying like this, being in his arms with his face buried in her neck. She know he could bite her, sink sharp teeth in her neck and finish her life in less than a second, but she finds herself trusting that he wonât. â I promise.â
âGood girl.â He praises softly, finally giving into temptation and pressing his teeth gently against her neck. Not hard enough to yet draw blood, just merely teasing her. His arm tightens around her as the gravity of her promise fully settles between the pair. The danger sheâs in never fully dissipates but mixes well with the affection heâs showing her. âYou deserve a reward for trusting me.â
âOh? Like what?â She asks, her grip on him loosening as her body adapts to the unfamiliar situation.
Francisâ doppelgĂ€nger chuckles, the vibrations tickling her neck. âDonât fret, just something that will make us both happy.â With a groan, he allows his disguise to slip further and further, his teeth sharpening. They puncture her skin ever so slightly, blood trickles immediately out of the small wounds. With a satisfied hum, he pulls away and licks his lips, allowing blood to pool. âJust relax, enjoy this moment.â She struggles out a broken moan; itâs not necessarily painful but it reminds her of how weak and vulnerable she is in the moment, a feeling that is intoxicating. âRelax.â he murmurs against her skin soothingly. There was no aggression or hunger driving him, it was just to provide nutrients for him to continue his time with her. Slowly yet deliberately, he licks up the collected droplets while sucking lightly on the wound. He alternates between suckling and licking the wounds, moaning.
âYâgonna leave a hickey on me.â She sighs out, her body relaxing even further.
âOnly for me to look at later.â He promises, his breath hot on her dampened flesh. The rhythm slows down until it stops altogether and he pulls away. Slowly and carefully, he raises his gaze to meet hers. âNow tell me more about those annoying D.D.D. agents.â
âI donât know much about them, to be honest. They donât hang around after the cleaning procedure and they donât talk to me aside from congratulating me on living another way.â She says, swiping a bit of her own blood from his lips with his thumb.
âYou should know more than that.â He growls. âWe could use your help some day.â
âWe? You want me to help the doppelgĂ€ngers?â
âOf course. Someone like you, someone so skilled at calling us outâŠÂ You could be helpful in our cause.â
âI donât believe thatâs such a worthy causeâŠâ She murmurs, resting her head against his chest. His heartbeat is inhuman, too slow to be human, but itâs relaxing. âThoughâŠâ
âThough? You would be safe -- youâd be part of our family. Perhaps one day I could introduce you to some of the ones Iâm closest to.â
âMm.â She weighs his words carefully. In a disturbing, unacceptable way, itâs almost sweet. âI suppose that, as long as Iâm protected by you, Iâd be honored to meet them. Does that make us mates?â
âIndeed.â Silence stretches between them for a moment. âIn our world, we share souls upon consummation.â He stares into her eyes after the statement, gauging her reaction based on his customs.
âAh, like marriages for humans then? Do you want to consummate our bond?â
The doppelgĂ€nger stiffens slightly at first before relaxing. âYes. But we must proceed cautiously.â
âWhyâs that, my love? Is your genitalia that different?â She asks, leaning up to nuzzle her nose against his for a moment before pulling away and going to stroke his cheek softly. The skin is rubbery and like ice against her fingers.
âHmâŠÂ No, not quite.â Thereâs a beat of uncomfortable silence, he allows her mind to wander with possibilities. âOur release is also quite different, I believe. Is that okay?â
Sheâs quiet for a moment, allowing herself time to fully comprehend the possibilities ahead of her. âYes. I want to be your mate, so pleaseâŠÂ mate with me the way doppelgĂ€ngers do.â Francisâ doppelgĂ€nger feels a surge of triumph. The transformation starts gradually as he allows himself to rip through his disguise. The clothes rip and tatter, falling to the ground around him as she lets him go, allowing him to fully transform. Glistening black scales peek through skin like moonlight reflecting off ocean waves, his fingers grow out to sharp daggers, his arms and legs elongate as his muscles tense. His teeth barely fit in his mouth, the sharp points poking slightly over his lips. His cock is impossibly thick and long, tiny barbs lining the sides as it oozes black pre-cum. He lifts her effortlessly, his hands on her ass as he carries her to her bedroom and places her gently on the bed.
âLie back.â He commands quietly, watching every breath he takes with anticipation and hunger. She lays back, obediently as he hovers over her patiently. Thereâs no shame or hesitation in his gaze as his hand travels up her shirt to lift it over her head. She tugs off her pants, leaving her in her bra and panties. His gaze is full of pride. âYouâre mine now, my soulmate.â
âYouâre perfect.â She says softly, cupping his face and kissing his monstrous face lovingly. Her lips meet his rough lips and pointed teeth. She winces preemptively as his sharp claws make easy work of her panties, tugging on the fabric until it tears away and reveals her glistening sex. The thick, black sludge lubricates his cock, making it ease into her cunt slowly and easily despite its grand size. She feels the tiny barbs grow slightly, just enough to dig into her walls to prevent her from squirming away or resisting.
He hisses appreciatively at the compliment and the feeling of her heat enveloping her slowly. âYouâre tight.â He grunts out raggedly, thrusting deep. The sensation matches beast-like intensity, every movement echoing throughout the small bedroom.
âHah, youâre bigger than I expected. So fuckinâ thick.â She pants out, her cunt swallowing his cock with little resistance. âI was scared about the bars, but shitâŠÂ your cock is so perfect for me.â The doppelgĂ€nger lets out an animalistic moan at her declaration, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and intense.
âThatâs it! Take everything I got!â He exclaims hoarsely, nails digging into her hips. âAnswer me, would you want children?â He gasps urgently. Despite the heaviness of the question he posed, he keeps pushing relentlessly -- seeking assured release.
âI-I-! Yes! I want to swell with your young.â She says lovingly, moaning.
He roars at his words, bowing low to catch her lips. The kiss is filled with dominance and ownership. âPerfect.â He growls into her mouth, shifting positions easily so sheâs on top of him. âRide me until weâre done.â
She straddles him easing, wincing as the shift in positioning digs his barbs deep into her cunt. âFuck, babyâŠâ She breathes out, her hands on his chest. Her hips raise up and down rapidly despite her legs trembling greatly.
âLet me see those pretty eyes looking into mine.â He orders hoarsely. He hisses as her cunt adjusts. The pain she felt was only temporary, but served its purpose well: reminding her whose body she was riding, a dangerous creature holding immense power over her. His own gaze burned with need and desperation, pleading silently for satisfaction. Â
She looks into his eyes obediently, so full of adoration for the monster. âI-I-...â Her breath hitches, she canât finish her sentence. Sheâs too embarrassed to admit her love for him. Instead, she leans down to kiss him. Her soft lips meeting his rough, uneven ones.
âSay it. Tell me how much we mean to each other.â He demands huskily. His barbs grow slightly more, haling her movements for a single second. Itâs a sign of his nearing climax thatâs mirrored by her frantic movements once she adjusts to the growth.
âI love you, fuck, I love you!â She moans loudly. Her cunt begins to quiver and massage his cock. âCum in me, cum in me, cum in me.â She whimpers as his barbs dig in even more as her tight walls convulse around him. Suddenly she can feel a torrent of his dark, murky cum release deep into her cunt. His cock swells greatly, making her gasp and cum around him. Her slick dribbles down his cock and coats him. Her body slowly relaxes as his barbs retract but he remains swollen. She lays limp against him, breathing heavily.
He roars hoarsely, pumping several times harder with his thickened cock. He remains still, breathing heavily with his arms tight around her as he lays on his side, holding her tight to his chest. Itâll take several minutes for his cock to decrease in size, but itâs unlikely that either of the two will be awake. âOur bond is sealed.â He rasps against her ear, nuzzling gently against sensitive skin.
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The Favor 7
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Warnings- slight angst, cheating (But is it bc they technically have permission?), Possessive H, exhibitionism, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, daddy kink (finally), degradation, etc
Y/N was slightly nervous for tonight.Â
Not only was she going to Harryâs house to spend the weekend there, but they were going out together to meet their friends.Â
After following Harryâs advice, she had tried to talk to Danny and had talked about how she felt like he didnât really care to ask about her. Heâd immediately become defensive, blowing it off as âyou could have talked about your week and I would have listened! Why do I have to ask? Weâve been in a relationship for a while now, it should just be common practice!â But ultimately agreed to trying harder. Heâd suggested they all go with the rest of the group to the pub crawl, something Y/N didnât want to do but felt obligated to since sheâd brought up him not trying. Harry hadnât seemed bothered by the suggestion, merely agreeing and asking what time they were going to get there.
She had no clue what the dynamic between the three of them was going to be, but even more so because she felt the want to stick around Harry. He was her comfort zone right now, and maybe going out with the group was a bit of a mistake but she had to try. Didnât she?Â
Sitting in the front seat of Harryâs car, she felt his hand tapping on the steering wheel. He had warmly received her, kissing her gently in the driveway before letting her get ready in his bathroom. But something was still a little off. She could feel it. She had to admit that she hadnât expected him to be so okay with spending some of their allotted time together out and about, let alone with Danny, but she had figured he was just trying to stick to the agreement. Their Friday night hadnât been appointed to anything specific.Â
Harry wasnât much looking forward to this considering there was the tiniest bit of him that was bitter. Maybe a little more than a tiny bit, but he was trying to deny that. Seeing Danny tonight was something he didnât want to do, maybe ever again. Perhaps it was dramatic, but seeing how he was with Y/N had royally pissed him off. The more he thought about it, the shittier this arrangement was but unfortunately he was a bit too selfish to let go of Y/N. He liked her a little too much. But that was all heâd let himself think about it.Â
The last thing he wanted to do was make Y/N feel bad for this considering he had been the one to tell her to try and talk this out. Heâd had to say it, had to encourage her to mend relationships because she wasnât truly his and he cared deeply about her happiness, but the selfish part of him had hoped sheâd see through the feeble attempts to cover his own ass tonight.Â
One of the hardest things to think of though, was the fact that he had to keep his hands to himself tonight. He couldnât swing his arm around her or adjust her hair, couldnât rest his hand on hers. Couldnât drag her face over to kiss him like theyâd done in the bathroom stall, blurring some lines. He had to try to put boundaries in place for his own heart, but it was so difficult when he could see the nerves on her face. Looking at him as they drove like she could sense his weird mood.Â
âAre you drinking tonight?â He asked her softly, trying to diffuse some of the tension.Â
âNo. I donât really love drinking at these things.â She admitted. âIâm a clingy and horny drunk anyways. Iâd probably crawl all over you.â Her nose scrunched at the thought, but it wasnât a bad thing to him. Harry wouldnât mind that at all, tending to her needy drunken whims- but again, she couldnât considering her actual boyfriend would be there.Â
âAh.â He nodded, flexing his hands on the wheel. âWell Iâm not either. So we can pop in and stay for as long as you want before we head out.â He had no desire to go out with this group of people tonight. Really, heâd much rather introduce her to his other group of friends, the people he was far closer to, but that was crossing another boundary. Wasnât it?
It wasnât meant to be this complicated, lines werenât supposed to be blurred but he found his hand twitching behind her back as she walked inside of the pub, restraining himself from placing the grip there to guide her.Â
Apparently no one found it weird theyâd arrived together, greeting the both of them with tipsy smiles.Â
Jesus. Already drunk? It was barely past 9.Â
It was another reason Harry sometimes skipped out on things with them. They werenât bad people, no, but he wasnât someone who was actively looking to get drunk all the time. He found as time went on that he preferred to spend nights in quieter settings if it wasnât at the other club. One theyâd be visiting tomorrow.Â
That reminder improved his mood a bit as he let Y/N slide in to the booth next to Danny before taking up her other side. Her smile wasnât the same one he usually got as Danny smeared a kiss to her cheek, pulling her in for a side hug that made Harryâs jaw click as he pulled away. It wasnât fun to watch. It again raised the question in his brain of how the fuck he was okay with all of this? Knowing Y/N would leave with him tonight, sleep in his bedâŠ. Harry would have been seething.Â
Yeah, heâd shared a few times in scenes but it wasnât something he particularly enjoyed with his own submissives. In his relationships he could be considered an exhibitionist, sure, but it was strictly look but donât touch. Something in his head was miswired, feeling irritated that the other man rested his arm behind her. Realistically he knew he didnât have any right to feel that way but it didnât stop his chest from burning as he picked up his seltzer water and took a sip.
âAre you drunk?â Y/Nâs sweet voice broke through his internal struggle, making his eyes cut to them as her smile had turned to a frown.Â
âGod, donât nag me about it already.â The man groaned dramatically. âYes, Iâve had a few. Were at a pub, babe. Donât be a buzzkill, yeah? Thought youâd be loosened up by now.âÂ
Harry stiffened, turning his head to look at the man. It was a little pathetic in his opinion, being so undone on a Friday night so early on. With his hair a mess and sweat on him from the drinks, face flushed⊠it wasnât a good look. What he didnât like even more though was the way heâd spoken to her.Â
âWatch it, mate.â Harry said lowly, not wanting to start a scene. Maybe Danny realized his error or didnât want to get into it with Harry, seeing as his face paled a little before he raised his hand as if to motion heâll back off before turning to converse with someone else.Â
Under the table he felt something warm nudge his hand, gathering his attention to see her smallest finger rub slightly over his in appreciation before she dropped it.Â
Y/N hadnât expected to have Danny back off when Harry said it. Perhaps he was actually intimidated by him? He usually didnât let things go easily and went on tipsy rants, usually about how women were âno funâ⊠but then again, she recalled Harry not being around for many of those. She hadnât expected Harry to defend her either, which⊠fuck, made her insides flutter and squish as she felt his thigh against her own. She could feel him before she heard him, lips close to her ear as he quickly checked in on her.Â
âYou alright?â He mumbled, trying not to get too close but failing a little bit. It was hard for her to complain when in reality she felt like she wanted to lean into him more than she wanted to cuddle her own boyfriend.Â
âMhm. Just donât go anywhere.âÂ
Like heâd want to. It was hard to act normal in this circumstance, watching as she tried half heartedly to talk to Danny while he gave semi answers before turning back to talk sports stats. He stayed quiet, observing their dynamic under more of a microscope than he ever had before.Â
He could see that she was trying, even if it was just a little. Could see her face brighten as she tapped him with something else she thought of saying only for it to fall and that glitter leave her eye as he only gave little nods or âmhmâs or shakes of the head. His eyes went from the tv to the other guys, patting her shoulder every once in a while.Â
Had it always been like this? Truth be told, Harry hadnât watched them much before. There was no reason to pay attention when Danny wasnât talking to him and Y/N was off limits. Heâd been attracted to her so he kept his distance, not wanting to interfere with a relationship.
Oh, the tables had fucking turned.Â
Regardless, he didnât like it. He could feel her start to rescind into herself as she fiddled with her bracelets, pulling out her phone to check the screen for messages, nibbling on her lip as she tried to think of other things to say- and he couldnât stand it.Â
It wasnât a smart idea, no, but ever so slowly he slipped his hand over her thigh. Hidden by the table, he found her hot, bare skin under his fingertips as he slipped it under the hem of her skirt, curling over it and letting her feel him squeeze. Part of him relaxed a little bit at the ability to touch her, his hand hidden from view under the fabric, but he felt her stiffen up a bit as he did so. So under his breath, he muttered to her. âRelax.âÂ
Y/N did. Swallowing thickly, she placed her hands on the table and left her phone open as she felt fingertips graze her inner thigh, Harryâs eyes seemingly on the television. He didnât look suspicious at all, but she knew she had to train her face or people would know.Â
Sheâd been itching for his touch, but now that she had it she realized it was going to be a challenge to not react to him. Her body had already adjusted to craving him considering heâd shown her pleasure and safety in a way no one else had before.Â
Harry kept quiet as he inched his hand up further, feeling the heat of her cunt radiating through her panties and close to his hand. Her breathing was a bit heavier, he could tell from the sounds of it and the glimpses he took at her. Only when his smallest finger brushed over the humid fabric did she make a noise, only being smart enough to disguise it with a cough.Â
âYâalright, babe?â Danny of course chose now to take interest in her, because of course. Y/N felt a bit fuzzy as she nodded, doing nothing to stop Harry as he applied more pressure to her cunt.Â
âYeah, Iâm okay. Throatâs a bit dry.â She cleared her throat, trying to sound normal while the man next to her rubbed his knuckle over her slit. He didnât make any move to acknowledge it besides a smirk, his eyes glued to the game.Â
âOh, are you gonna get another drink?â He asked, perking up. âCan you get me one? Iâll pay you back later, babe.â He smiled lazily.Â
âIn- In a minute. I just have to answer an email.â She swallowed again, spreading her legs a bit more to let Harry touch. She didnât want it to stop. As completely fucked up as it was, she felt her stomach burning for more. Danny had no idea Harryâs fingers were teasing her cunt, getting her more wet than he ever could. Letting her head hang down as she looked at the repeated flashing of the next letters to type, she thanked the stars her face was slightly masked by her hair. The dominant had slipped his fingers under the gusset of her panties, his middle digit entering her. Shallow thrusts of it kept it from being noticeable, but she shakily typed on her phone, whatever the fuck it was saying, as she felt him touch her.Â
Harry knew it was fucked too, but that didnât stop him from enjoying this. Touching her in front of the man who clearly didnât deserve her glittering eyes or her pouty lips, heâd take over then. Heâd give her a good night sheâd been hoping for. Hopefully sheâd begin to see how much better she deserved, that he wasnât going to change- but until she had that realization, he was going to help her get to it.Â
Sliding his hand out of her panties he knew she was pouting about it, bringing his middle to his lips to suck it clean before standing up. âMâgoing to the toilets.â He whispered, knowing sheâd follow. Of course she would.
She was his good fucking girl.
â-
Y/N took a moment to breathe before standing on shaky legs, excusing herself for the same reason and to get their âdrinksâ- though she had an idea that heâd never get it. Wobbly knees straightened as she made her way into the dimly lit hall in the back of the place, eyes only just adjusting as she saw him leaned up at the darkest end of the hallway. Back against the wall and arms crossed over his chest, he looked a bit intimidating in the best way.Â
In any other scenario sheâd run the other way. This was the picture of danger, walking in a dark hallway towards a tall, broad man with his arms flexed as he had them folded, but sheâd never felt more inclined to take a walk on the wild side. Heâd just fingered her under the table next to her boyfriend and sheâd let him. Hell, sheâd enjoyed it. It was wrong but it felt so fucking good that she couldnât do anything but let him.Â
Over the last few weeks her body and mind had become accustomed to him and wanting to listen. It felt natural, spreading her legs for him and letting him touch what he deemed as his. Heâd proven it last weekend when sheâd left his house with his cum tricking into her panties as a parting gift. Her body had never reacted to her boyfriend like this, never felt that prickle of anticipation or rush in her throat at what heâd do next. It was safe to say that Danny could never give it to her the way Harry could, and sheâd probably spiral about how she was pretty sure she couldnât go without this later, but right now she was going to reap the benefits of being a good girl and listening to him.Â
She didnât say a word, standing in front of him for only a second before his hand caught her hair and wrenched her head back, a growl leaving his throat as he caught her in a brutal kiss. Her toes curled in her shoes as she gasped against his mouth, fingers gripping his shirt as she caught herself on him. There was no hesitation, opening her mouth for him and whimpering at the taste of his tongue, melting into his body while his other hand grabbed a thick handful of her ass. Pressed up against her stomach, there was no question about if he was hard or not.Â
He was aching. Arching into him, Y/N didnât care if she ran out of air so long as he was touching her. âMy good girl.â He whispered darkly, pulling off to give her a second. âDidnât know yâhad it in you. Did you like that?â His eyes bore into her own, her already wet cunt clenching around nothing. He owned her attention.Â
âUh huh.â She breathed, eyes rounded and bleary from the shock of the kiss, her body buzzing at his touch. It felt unreal, naughty, wrong but so fucking right. She hadnât cared about Danny in that moment with his finger buried inside of her. All the girl cared about was Harry, how he touched her, if she was being good for him, if she was pleasing him. âSir!â She quickly added on, realizing her mistake.Â
âThere we go. See⊠I dunno how you manage to be such a good girl when youâre a filthy fuckinâ slut.â His voice was low as he said the words with a smile. âLiked me fingering your cunt next to that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, hm? Got all slippery and wet for me, let me touch you while you think no oneâs lookingâŠâ A deep groan escaped his throat as he looked down at her face. Hazy eyes and eager mouth, slightly opened and wet from their kissing- he could help but think that in this moment, she was overwhelmingly his.Â
He tested the waters at the table, giving her every chance to stop it if she wanted, but the minx wanted it. Encouraged it, even, with spreading those soft thighs open a little more for his hand to slip against her weeping cunt. His cock had filled right then, knowing that she was choosing him over Danny at that moment. It was fucked up, sure, but he was fingering his girl right under his nose and she had followed him back here for more. He had no idea that Harry was so possessive of her, so enamored that it had scared him a bit.Â
Y/N only whined at his words, leaning up on her toes and buttoning their lips together once again. Harryâs overworking brain slowed as soon as he felt her wrap her arms around his shoulders, leaning up on her toes to get to him. It was his final straw.Â
He released her hair and took liberty to cup her ass under the skirt, lifting her up and spinning them around so his body shielded her own. Pressing her against the wall, he returned her kisses, moaning under his breath as her fingers tangled in his hair. In reality, he knew he should scold her for doing it without asking, without having instruction, but the bleeding bit of his heart wanted her to feel comfortable enough to just touch him. So, he didnât do anything but press his covered cock against her cunt, rutting against her slowly to give them both some relief.Â
âIâŠâ Y/N attempted to speak but her brain felt like it was in a cloud. Floating up higher away as his large hands held and squeezed her ass, the thin lace of her panties doing little to nothing to dull the feeling of his dick rubbing against her and nudging her swollen clit. âFuck me. Fuck me here, H. Please.â Of course, she forgot the honorific but in this moment he didnât care. He didnât care about anything other than giving her what she wanted.Â
Keeping her pressed against the wall he used one hand to undo his belt, frantic to open his pants for her. He knew later heâd probably scold himself for being so impulsive, for abandoning his plans to use his first load in a proper scene but wasnât this exploring too? Playing into her exhibitionism, a bit of degrading, he was helping her. Right?Â
Finally, with his shaky hands making it a bit clumsier than normal, he got himself out of his pants. âYou sure? You really want it?â Double checking in this instance to give her a minute to back out, she nodded hard.Â
âYes. Please- Iâm not drunk, I didnât drink, I just want⊠Please fuck me, Iâll make it up to you later, Sir.â She pleaded. Harry liked the sound of her begging, the whining tilt to her voice only making his cock throb in his hand.Â
âShhh, baby. Sh.â He scolded. âIâll give it to you. Know youâre gagging for it, but if someone hears itâll make me have to stop. Need you to keep those pretty noises quiet for me.â As much as it pained him, it was also fucking hot. Y/N was letting him fuck her in the dark corner of a dingy hallway, so needy that she canât wait to go home. His fingers made quick work of her panties, tugging them to the side. There was a slight ripping sound but he didnât concern himself with that as he ran the head of his cock over her slick slit. âJesus⊠youâre soaked for me.â The awe was audible in his voice. Heâd done that. No one else. âRemember your colors.â He felt drunk himself, even after being sober the whole night. âSâgonna be a stretch but I think you can take it. If youâre enough of a whore tâlet me fuck you with your little boyfriend just meters away, you can take a bit of burn.âÂ
There was no other warning before his dick began to push into her. The girl mewled, head falling back onto the wall with a thump as she bit her lip to try to stop the louder noise from escaping. It was a stretch, but his words, his degrading before it had made her clit throb. Later on she would probably feel guilty, but that was tomorrowâs problem. Right now, she had the best dick in her life sinking into her and making her eyes water at how well he stretched her out, her nails digging into the back of his neck. âOh my god.â She whispered, looking at the man in front of her.Â
He was beautiful. Even in the dim light where it was hard to tell real features, she could see his eyes on her own, see his jaw clenched as he sunk into her hole. Y/N had only taken his cock a few times and that was last week. The last orgasm she had was in the bathroom stall at the cafe, and it was safe to say sheâd been obsessing over the man filling her all week long. Even if she got an orgasm out of the lunch, it had made her more desperate for him to well and truly fuck her. âItâs so much, Sir.â She gave a wobbly whisper as the last bit sunk into her, finally balls deep in her. What sheâd been craving since sunday evening.Â
âI know it is, pet. But youâre a precious little slut, so I think you can take it.â He cooed softly, beginning to give short and shallow thrusts. âYour cunt is perfect. Yâknow that? As filthy as it is⊠sâso fucking tight, swallowing me up. Youâre quickly becoming my favorite set of holes.âÂ
And.. Oh. Fuck, that hard her moaning. Y/N wanted to be his favorite. She wanted to make all the other submissives heâs had in the past pale in comparison. Maybe it wasnât very girlboss of her, but she wanted him to prefer her mouth, her moans, her cunt, every bit of her like heâd been haunting her mind.Â
âWant to be that.â She whimpered, rocking her hips the best she could in the position. âYou can, you can have any part of me.â
âI know I can, sweetheart. Youâre my sweet little fucktoy, a pet for me to use.â He pulled out a bit more, feeling her slick walls try to tighten in protest. It was too good, and he had to be careful not to blow his load too early. âYou donât care about anything other than being fucked. I was gonna be real nice tâyou, bring you home, play with that pretty ass⊠Got your plugs, was gonna train that little hole all weekend to make sure you could take my cock back there. But youâre a slut, got me hard and opened your legs for me right next to your boyfriend. What would he say, hm?â Lips brushed her ear as he fucked into her slowly, her head tilting up. âWhat would he say if he came back here and saw his sweet little girlfriend getting fucked raw? Desperate for it, too.â He grinned against her skin feeling a little drunk with power, knowing it was turning her on too. Her cunt was getting more and more wet around him, easing the slip he had to fuck her. âHm? Tell me.âÂ
âHeâd⊠heâd be shocked sir.â She swallowed her moan, eyes fluttering shut as his lips pressed sloppy kisses over the expanse of her neck. Those perfect lips of his that sheâd been thinking about all week. âMaybe mad. Cause he canâtâŠâ There was a small debate in saying it, but they both knew it was the truth. Even said boyfriend himself knew it. âHe canât fuck me the way you can.âÂ
Fuck, if that didnât work Harry up, he didnât know what would. It played into his praise kink, yes, but that dark seed of possessiveness, that unhinged part of his brain that considered Y/N his own really fucking loved hearing that. âFuck.â He drawled out the word as he thrust all the way inside of her again, stealing her breath as it jostled her. âYouâre right. He canât.â Harry growled. âHe doesnât know how to use a pretty pussy like this. Canât give you the nasty fuck a slut like you needs.â There was no use in denying it. Something had shifted, something more animalistic in nature as he wrapped a hand around her throat, kissing her hard as he began to truly fuck her.Â
Her cries were muffled with his lips while his prick fucked her open. The bite of her nails in his skin only added to his pleasure, the slight unhinged feeling breaking open as he fucked her like a doll. She was perfect, he thinks. Perfect in every fucking way. If that boyfriend was out of the way, heâd put a collar on her so fucking fast her head would spin. Not only was she getting trained to his exact wants, but she had the same interests. Played into his kinks, was so eager for him, for his cock and to learn. âSuch a sweet girl⊠but if anyone comes back here⊠theyâre gonna see what you really are.â He panted between thrusts, looking at her face as her brows furrowed and mouth opened in a soft âoâ.Â
The girl looked fucked out, used, and thatâs exactly what she wants. âFooled me at first. Shocked me⊠when I found out you wanted someone to rough you up, play with you. But now youâre my willing and eager puppy.â He laughed in disbelief, listening to the soft sounds of her being fucked. Sweat beaded on his brow, his cock fucking into her willing and soft pussy over and over again. She just took it so well. Like she was made for him.Â
âI⊠IâŠâ She stuttered before letting out a choked moan, hole fluttering around his cock as he got in deep and buried into her. Her clit rubbed against his torso making her gasp, nodding her head. âThere. There, please, just like that. Like that, Iâll cum.â It was frantic, eyes widening as she pleaded with him. âPlease let me cum, sir. I need it, I need to cum and I need your cum so bad. Iâll be so good all weekend, I promise, I just⊠I need it. Please, PleaseâŠâ Her babbling was slightly embarrassing but it amused him.Â
âPoor baby needs to cum so quicklyâŠâ He crooned. âFuck, youâre incredible. Sucha good little puppy, eager to please the man who owns your holes.â Taunting her was fun, but he knew this couldnât be a long fuck. Someone would come looking, and as hot as it could be in his mind, he didnât know if Y/N would be alright with that out of the sexual haze. âGo on. Show me how my pet cums on a cock. Give me your eyes- look at me while you cum.âÂ
His pace stayed the same, his belly and groan wet with her arousal as he felt her breathing pick up again and the hole wrapped around him start to pulsate as she looked him in the eye as he watched her fall apart on him.Â
Y/N felt the rush of heat over her body as she began to tremble in his arms, holding tight onto him as her brain fell back into that place he always got her to. Teetering between this dimension and the next, she let out a sob as she came on his cock. He didnât stop, though, fucking her through the orgasm and extending it as fingers lightly pressed against the sides of her throat, giving that headrush that made it more intense.Â
She was making a mess of him, but he didnât seem able to hold back anymore. Making sure she was good, he kissed her lips and muttered softly. âColor, baby. Tell me a color.âÂ
âGreen, green, please.â The submissive felt hazed. âWant your cum. Want it when we- when we say goodbye-â She was letting out the dirty bit of her mind, something sheâd been afraid to say in the past few minutes but had fully come to fruition now. And it seemed to set the dominant off.Â
âOh, fuck me.â He growled, giving no second chance as soon as she said it. If she thought she was being fucked before, it was nothing compared to how he pounded into her now. Dropping her down a little bit, he released her throat and held both sides of her ass as he used her cunt. It was about his orgasm now, but she could feel another one rising. âYou want my cum dripping down your thighs when you say goodbye? Sâthat what you were saying?âÂ
Heâd never sounded like this before but Y/N liked it, biting her tongue to keep from crying out as she nodded. Itâs exactly what she meant. Â
âNasty fuckinâ girl. God, mâobsessed with you.â it slipped without his permission but he didnât realize it, feeling his cock fuck into the tight, sloppy cunt. One day he wanted to fuck multiple loads into her, watch it drip out, and sheâd let him because she was perfect. So perfect that she said what they were both thinking. Let her say goodbye to her boyfriend with his cum trickling down her legs and her pussy still wet from the fresh fuck. âYouâre gonna be a good little girl and say goodbye smelling like me, full of me. Gonna come home with me to get fucked the way you need to while he sits and watches sports drunk off his ass.â He said through clenched teeth. âBecause youâre my perfect girl. Arenât you? Sweetest little sub Iâve ever taken. Mâgonna cum so soon but I can feel itâŠâ She was too.Â
Y/N didnât know what exactly about his words and the situation that made it so hot. Maybe it was because Harry truly cared about her, he took care of her, he was doing everything she needed and she felt increasingly disconnected from the man who had suggested this in the first place. Heâd said heâd try but all he cared about was his beer and the game and his friends, barely sparing a look at her while Harry had given her all of his attention every single time sheâd spoken to him.Â
Maybe Harry was just better.Â
It hit her hard and fast, a second orgasm washing over her as she clung to him and felt his fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. Maybe if she wasnât so out of her mind from the perfect fuck that has her more aroused than she could imagine, it wouldnât have slipped, but it did. âDaddy- Fuck, Daddy cum in me. Cum in me, cum in me, cum in-â Her moan was muffled by his neck as she buried her face in it, but it didnât matter considering his groan was loud enough for the both of them to be caught if someone was around.Â
Harry hadnât seen it coming, literally and metaphorically. Her sweet, melodic, fucked out voice calling him a different honorific, one he hadnât realized would make him feel as crazy as it did, it ended him. Made him want to hear that little voice call him that when he pumped her full of his load every single time. His balls pulsed as he filled her growling under his breath as he pinned her to the wall further with his body, trying to get his prick into her damn tummy. It stole his own air, hearing her little cries with each short thrust as he fucked his cum deeper inside of her. âFuck, there it is. Take every drop of Daddyâs cum, my sweet girl.â the dominant whispered, shifting her weight to one hand so he could pull her face from his neck and kiss her.Â
It was softer, but more passionate in a different way. Something had shifted since their time at the cafe and it was palpable. There was a difference in how he allowed himself to handle her. It wasnât just like a submissive anymore. He cared far more than he was probably allowed but there was no way to stop it, even though heâd been trying. Thumbing over her cheek, the single tearstain wiped away as he pecked her lips over and over again. âSâmy perfect girl. Eager pup.â He cooed, , nudging their noses. âAre you okay? Need anything from me, sweets?â The dominant headspace was still there but it was mixed with his normal one, doting on her but understanding they needed to get out of this hallway asap and go the fuck home. His cock was still twitching inside of her, giving her the last little bit of cum that heâd been saving all week for her.Â
âNo, Iâm okay.â She smiled, that dazed look on her face. âIt just feels really good.â There was a little giggle that couldâve gotten him hard again, but it stopped when she sobered up. His heart kicked up in panic as he saw the shift in her face, but she beat him to it when he went to ask her why. âOh, god. Harry, I- Iâm sorry I called you that. I donât know why, we havenât discussed if that was okay or-â
âItâs very okay.â He assured, placing a finger over her mouth to stop her from talking. âMade me cum, if mâbeing honest. I liked it.â A kiss of reassurance was given to her, but he knew that it was partially selfish too. The man found himself craving her lips a lot more than he should, and considering he hadnât gotten a kiss from her before their escapade back here, he was the greedy one now. âWe can talk about it later but thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about. Especially when it made me orgasm like that.â A lighthearted laugh followed. âBut we do have tâgo, sweetheart. Iâm not done with you in the slightest.âÂ
There was an unspoken agreement in the air as he pulled out of her, hissing at the cool air. He didnât bother to do much cleaning as he shoved himself back inside his pants, annoyed it was dark in the area now so he couldn't see much of his cum besides some that made a slight glisten from the light down the hall. âThereâs so much.â She whispered, standing on wobbly feet.Â
Y/N could feel it. Sticky and dribbling and spreading over her inner thighs, but it was a good feeling in this moment. Satisfying. Harry had quelled the ache he caused, and he did it perfectly. Her skirt was adjusted by the man, and she let him fuss over her because it felt good. His tender touches made her feel cared for, fingers brushing messy hair back and out of her face and thumb wiping around her mouth. âMessy girl.â He hummed, giving a smile she could make out in the dark corner theyâd retreated to. âWeâre gonna tell them you feel a bit ill and mâgonna drive you home since Iâm leaving anyway. Alright?â Her chin was caught by his finger, curled under it as he stared at her. âAre you comfortable with that?âÂ
Sure, theyâd said so much during sex but he wasnât about to force her into anything she didnât want to do.Â
âMhm. Jusâ wanna go home with you.â She nodded, feeling the excitement rise again in her tummy. It felt like a big âfuck youâ to her boyfriend who had ignored her the whole night.Â
âAlright, angel. Letâs go.â Resisting the urge to hold her hand, he settled on a touch on her lower back as they approached the table. He felt his cockâs weak twitch of interest as he saw her slight wobble in walking. Heâd been the cause of that. âHey, Y/Nâs not feelinâ too hot and I was gonna head out so mâgonna take her with me.â He said easily as a few heads turned towards them. Dannyâs was one of them, looking her over.Â
âYeah, you look a little sick. Go on home, Iâll talk to you later.â He turned his head back to the TV and it took everything in Harry not to snap at him. Though when he turned to see Y/N with her bag in hand, she looked more annoyed than anything else. If she had been teary eyed, he wouldnât have been able to hold his tongue.Â
Harry was still irritated though as he took Y/Nâs bag for her, guiding her out of the place with a more solid hand on her back. Fuck it if people thought it was weird.Â
It only made him more happy she had said goodbye to him with evidence of their passion between her legs. He didnât fucking deserve her, and Y/N deserved better.Â
Taking her hand, he helped her into the car and buckled her seatbelt for her. He didnât have to, she was perfectly capable of doing it herself, but he wanted to do it for her. He liked taking care of her and making her feel appreciated because it was so clearly obvious she hasnât been.Â
Part of him wanted to ask how long heâs behaved like this. If she only realized it wasnât normal when she got into this arrangement with him, or if sheâd been feeling it before, but it just didnât seem like the right time to bring it up.Â
He knew it wasnât right of him to get so deep, to allow his mind to wander as he drove them home with his hand on her knee and her fingers playing with his rings again. Thinking of what he should do, what it could be like if she was properly his and asking her if she really wanted to be with him after all of this. It was so difficult to work through in his brain, so many gray areas and blurred lines that seemed hard to even see the shape of anymore.Â
The intention had been to show her the ropes, but she was the one wrapping them around his heart and tying him up. Tethering him to her. If he was a smarter man, a less selfish one, heâd tell her they couldnât do this anymore. Heâd take her home and sit her down to explain they needed a line of separation. But he wasnât going to do that. Selfishly and hopefully, heâd take all he could get from her and show her how she should be treated, how heâd treat her if she left the other man and let herself truly belong to him. Give her a taste of the full thing. Harry could be good for her, even if he was kind of convinced she was too good for anyone else.Â
âYou okay?â Y/Nâs voice broke him out of his thoughts, making his head turn to her with a gentler expression. She looked concerned and fuck if that didnât do him in. The girl cared for him, but he needed to see how much. âMhm. Mâfine, sweetheart. Just thinking.â Bringing her hand up to his mouth, his heart thudding in his chest at the casual intimacy, he placed a feather light kiss on her knuckles. One by one, he was letting another piece of the line they were supposed to have clearly defined blur into obscurity.
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10: REVELATIONS
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Sharon Carter, of all people, manages to knock some sense into your favorite super soldier.
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Warnings: Sharon Carter and her brutal honesty, Bucky Barnes and his ignorance
Bucky returned from his mission physically unharmed, but his conscience didnât let him off so easily. Sharon was a great partner, but she wasnât you. She was very business-like but cold. It wasnât that he didnât trust her, but he couldnât quite open up to her the way he had with you. Bucky wondered if he would ever be able to bare his soul to another human being again. He had given so much of himself to you, was it too much to ask for just a little in return?
Why had you forced him to take just drastic measures? Why did you force him to choose? Why didnât you love him back? There were days when he could see love in your eyes when you looked at him, but the voice deep inside Bucky that always told him he was undeserving, had him believing that all he saw were his own feelings reflected back at him. He would never have dared to think that you would have been so selfish as to deny him of someone who would love him in return. His thoughts constantly revolved around you, plaguing him long into the night and affecting his sleep.
He couldnât deny it, he missed you. He felt like a part of himself was missing. Without you by his side, life seemed empty. He reflected on how he didnât feel that way when he was away from Priya. Perhaps he should, especially after he had confessed his love so publicly to her. Bucky sighed heavily. Had he been too rash? You were always so kind, so selfless, so giving. He would never have entertained the notion that you had nothing to give him for his birthday. Even if he didnât have your love, he knew he had your friendship. What had gone wrong? You had once told him that all you wanted for him was peace and happiness. Right now he felt neither.
He craved your company, he longed to hear your voice, coveted the warmth of your embrace. But his anger and sense of betrayal had been overwhelming. Why wouldnât you let him be happy? He couldnât have you and you wouldnât let him be happy with someone else. Bucky tightened his grip on the controls of the quinjet.
"Barnes, I got to say, I knew you had a reputation for staring, but I think youâre taking this to a whole new level." Sharon interrupted his thoughts.
"Sorry?" Bucky looked at her with surprise. He had all but forgotten that Sharon was sitting next to him.
"If you grip those controls any tighter, we're going to plummet to our deaths."
"Oh," Bucky released his grip on the handles.
"What's going on with you?"Â
"What do you mean?"
"You look like you haven't slept in a week."
Bucky shrugged.
"So why isn't Cricket here with you?" Sharon probed, continuing despite Bucky's sullen silence. "I mean she clearly wasn't busy with other things."
"Stark calls the shots, I don't know what heâs thinking." Bucky lied through his teeth, knowing full well that he had requested Steve to assign him a different partner.
"So nothing going on between you two?"
"Nothing going on? What does that mean?"
"Oh come on Barnes, I know youâre ancient, but you canât be that clueless. Everyone thinks you were sleeping together!"
Buckyâs eyes were practically popping, he was utterly speechless.
"They what?"
"But you have a girlfriend now. Is that why Cricket resigned?"
"SHE WHAT?" The plane jolted slightly
"Watch it, Barnes!" Sharon shrieked.Â
Bucky straightened up the quinjet before speaking. "Cricket resigned?" he asked, as though he couldnât quite believe what he had heard.
"You donât know? Wow, how badly did you fuck her?"
"We didnâtâŠ"
"Oh, so sheâs leaving because you wouldnât fuck her, is that it?"
"Sharon, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Iâm just curious!" she shrugged before prattling on. "I canât see why else she would be leaving such a great position⊠unless, did you knock her up?"Â
"For fuck sake Sharon, nothing happened with me and Cricket. Weâre just friends."
"Well maybe it should happen then. The way you two look at each other is sickening."
"You know what, this is the reason no one wants to work with you." Bucky grumbled.
"Because youâre too afraid to hear the truth. Iâm just telling it like it is. She looks at you like she wants you to fuck her."
"Sharon, Iâm warning you."
"Ooooh, Mr America, Capâs best friend is warning me! Whatâre you going to do, spank me?" Sharon replied in a mock sultry tone.
"Shut up, Sharon."
Sharon let out a barking laugh, but said nothing more, leaving Bucky more to think about than before. How dare you resign without telling him? Surely it was something someone discussed with their partner. How does someone dump their partner without so much of a word? The small voice of conscience in his brain, your voice, screamed, âdidn't you do the same?â He had requested a new partner on this mission because he was angry. He remembered the look on your face when he had left for this mission. Bucky could tell you had wanted to speak to him, but he hadnât given you the opportunity. The rational part of his brain told him that you had made many attempts to speak to him.
Bucky's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he tried to process everything that had just been thrown at him. Sharon's words echoed in his head, taunting him with the possibility that maybe he had missed something between him and you. Had he been blind to your feelings all this time? Had he been so consumed by his own insecurities and doubts that he had failed to see what was right in front of him?
He couldn't shake the feeling of regret that washed over him. Regret for not being more attentive to you, regret for not being more open with you, regret for not realizing sooner that maybe, just maybe, you had feelings for him too. The thought of you resigning because of him made his heart ache with guilt. How could he have been so blind?
Bucky's thoughts raced as he tried to make sense of everything. He couldn't deny the fact that he missed you, that he longed for your presence, that he yearned for the connection he had with you. Sharon's words had struck a nerve, awakening a realization within him that maybe, just maybe, he had let something special slip through his fingers.
As the quinjet continued on its course, Bucky's mind was consumed with thoughts of you. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a mistake, that he had let his own fears and insecurities cloud his judgment. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, of losing the one person who had always been there for him, who had always believed in him, who had always seen the good in him.
Bucky knew he had to make things right, that he had to find a way to reach out to you, to apologize for his blindness, to make amends for his mistakes. He couldn't let you slip away without a fight, without at least trying to salvage what was left of the bond between you.
As the quinjet landed, Bucky's resolve hardened. He knew what he had to do. He had to find you, he had to talk to you! With a determined look in his eyes, Bucky stepped out of the quinjet, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in his quest to win back the one person who had always held his heart.
"Buck," Steve put his hand out to stop Bucky marching off as soon as they disembarked from the plane. "Where're you going? We need to debrief."
"It can wait." Bucky shook off Steve's arm.
"Bucky, this is important."
"I don't care, Steve." He shouted over his shoulder as he made his way towards the compound's living quarters.
Sharon stopped beside Steve. "He's got it bad."
"What happened, Sharon?"
"He realized he's an idiot."
Steve frowned at her.
"Cricket." Sharon rolled her eyes. "Are all of you clueless?"
"Sharon, Cricket isn't here."
"Well, someone's going to have to tell him that."
Steve sighed. "I guess we could reconvene in an hour or two."
"Great, Iâm off to take a shower!" Sharon waved at Steve and wandered off.
Meanwhile, Bucky had started sprinting towards your rooms, practically knocking over a couple of new agents who had been getting a tour around the compound. He arrived on the floor where your rooms were situated feeling out of breath and extremely nervous. He had no idea what he was going to say, having not quite thought things through. Frowning slightly when he noticed that your door was slightly ajar, he skidded to a halt. You had to be inside, you often left your door open. You always said âeveryone was welcomeâ. Your warmth extended to everyone you met, every single member of the team opened up to you, confiding their secrets. You had such a beautiful openness about you, it was so easy for anyone to fall in love with you, even a broken centenarian with a cantankerous demeanor and suffered from post traumatic stress.Â
Bucky took a deep breath, he still didnât have the right words in mind, but he knew he wanted to see you, just a glimpse of your smiling face. He hadnât seen it in a while, and he knew he was the cause. He had been so angry about his own choices, blaming you for having to make them, that he hadnât stopped to think about how they affected you. For someone who claimed to love you, he had been incredibly selfish. It was almost an epiphany to Bucky, finally dawning on him that he had forced you to adapt to his choices rather than discussing them with you. He was the one who was too cowardly to share his true feelings for fear of losing you, and his behavior had led to him losing you anyway.
Softly, he knocked on your door, which swung open slowly. The sight before Bucky almost broke his heart. Your room was empty, all the things that bore your unique signature were stripped away. He stumbled inside still breathing heavily. What had he done?
"Cricket!" he called out loudly at first, as though you were hiding behind the remaining furniture, before whispering desperately. "Cricket."
Bucky collapsed on your bed, turning to the toy white wolf youâd left on your pillow. A white wolf, that was his moniker. He remembered seeing you choosing it at Coney Island and had been so blinded by jealousy that he hadnât noticed your choice. You had always chosen him, systematically and consistently put your faith in him, given him your unwavering trust. Why had he been so quick to dismiss you on his birthday? Why hadnât he returned your trust? He clutched the plush toy against his chest, burying his face in the fur and breathing in deeply, it smelled of you. He knew you had held it just as he was doing now. He wished it was you that he was holding, oh to be able to bury his face in your hair. He missed how you stroked the back of his neck when you comforted him.
Finally Bucky took his nose out of the small wolf and looked around with tear stained eyes. They landed on the thin, still wrapped vinyl record on your bedside table. The beautifully printed card was carefully taped to the edge. He ran his fingers over the flowery card with his name stenciled across the front, he could tell you'd made it yourself. He slipped his finger in the gap where the wrapping paper met and opened it with ease, unveiling the first edition Glenn Miller album which had been produced back in the 40âs. Bucky sniffed as he ran his fingers over the record before picking up the card to read your message.
"Dear Bucky." He could hear your voice in his head as he read your words.
"Happy birthday to my best friend! I hope this day brings you all the joy and happiness that you deserve. I wanted to take this opportunity to remind you of the love that surrounds you, both from your past and present.
"I know how much your family meant to you and how much you miss them every day. That's why I got you this Glenn Miller vinyl, the last song you danced to with them. I hope that when you listen to it, it reminds you of the love that they gave you and the memories you shared together.
"But I also want you to remember that you are not alone. You have friends who care about you deeply, who are here for you no matter what. We may not be your blood family, but we are your chosen family, and we love you just as much.
"So on this special day, I want you to know that you are loved, Bucky. You are cherished, you are valued, and you are important. And I hope that as you listen to that vinyl, you feel the warmth of the love that surrounds you, both from your past and present.
"And may you always remember that you are not alone, that there is someone out there who cares for you more than you could ever know.
"With all my love, Cricket."
He couldnât believe the depth of your love and care for him. How could he have been so blind to it all this time? How could he have pushed you away when all you wanted to do was show him love and support? Bucky felt a wave of regret wash over him, realizing the mistake he had made in letting you go.
He sat there on your bed, clutching the record and card to his chest, tears streaming down his face. He had never felt so lost and alone, knowing that he had driven away the one person who had always been there for him. The weight of his actions weighed heavily on his heart, and he knew he had to make things right.
"Buck?" Steveâs voice broke through Buckyâs maelstrom of guilt and self flagellation, making him look up at his oldest friend. Steve sat down beside him, putting a comforting hand on Buckyâs shoulder. "Look, you have time to fix this. Do you have any idea how much Cricket loves you? She's always been there for you, and you just pushed her away without even giving her a chance to explain," Steve said sternly.
Bucky nodded, wiping away his tears. "I know, Steve. I messed up big time. I was just so scared of ruining our friendship if I told her how I really felt."
"Well, nowâs your chance to make things right. Apologize to Cricket and tell her the truth. She deserves to know how you feel," Steve urged.
"What⊠what am I going to do about Priya?"
"Tell her the truth."
"I don't want to hurt her."
"Bucky, you can't keep living a lie just to spare someone's feelings. It's not fair to either of them. You need to be honest with yourself and with them. It may be difficult, but it's the right thing to do."
Bucky took a deep breath, nodding in agreement. He knew what he had to do. He had to apologize to you and tell you how he truly felt. He couldn't let fear hold him back any longer.
He stood up, determination in his eyes. "Thanks, Steve."
Steve gave him a reassuring smile. "I believe in you, Bucky. You can do this."
There was something about the way Steve spoke, he had a way of inspiring people. Bucky had seen that since they were kids. He couldnât think of any other reason as to why he would have followed the scrawny kid from Brooklyn down every dark alley. He was grateful for Steveâs unwavering friendship and the honesty in his opinions. "Did she tell you how she felt?" Bucky asked. "Why didnât you tell me?"
"Buck, itâs not my place to talk to someone else about their feelings."
"You donât think itâs too late, is it?"
"You won't know until you try."
Steve's words didn't instill hope, but he was right, all Bucky could do now was try his best.
"Do you-" Steve stopped as his phone vibrated. He pulled it out to see a message from you flashing up. "Hang on, it's Cricket."
"What did she say?"
Steve frowned, you never sent voice messages. You always said you hated the sound of your voice. He pressed play apprehensively.
"STEVE!" Your voice was loud and urgent over the speaker. "Alien attack! Vrellnexian! Need back up! Red Oaks Mill. Back up would be- shit" They caught your muffled curse before the message stopped.
Steve and Bucky took one look at each other and leapt up off your bed, running towards the door.
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WEEK TWO
âł how to tame a mortal! â week one
never been dominated by two fox ladies? no? well, todayâs your lucky day!
featuring, yae miko & tingyun x fem! reader
cw: face sitting, masterbation, fingering, cursing, pet names, pwp, oral fixation, slight voyerisum, cunninglius
â my, my, what a pretty thing you are, little one.â miko purrs, grasping your jaw with her palm and lifts your head up, forcing you to exchange eye contact with her. sharp feline eyes stares down into your own with roguish intent, sending shivers down your spine. â so pretty that i can just eat. you. up~ â another sultry voice purrs in your ear and a warm tongue licks the shell of your ear.
â fuck, donât tease me, you two. â you hold back a moan as tingyun drags her lips down your neck, nibbling and kissing at your soft skin. yae leans down towards your face, her hot breath fans against your lips. â hah, tease? â the youkai giggles, playfully fiddling with the obi of your kimono, â darling, we havenât even started yet and youâre already babbling. that naughty mouth of yours could also use a fix too. what to do with you. .hmm. â
the brunetteâs arms snakes around your middle, she rests her chin on your shoulder. â if our pretty girl here really thinks weâre teasing, why donât we give her a show? â tingyun suggests slyly, her tail swishing side to side. yae thinks for a moment before grinning, pearly white fangs peaking out from her grin. â thatâs not a bad idea at all, dear. perhaps weâll make her sit there and watch us until sheâs begging to be touched. â
you swallowed thickly at the mischievous tone of yaeâs voice. â thatâs notââ she presses a finger to your lips, â nuh uh, itâs already been decided little one. think of it as part of our services to satisfy you. itâs practically entertainment, really. donât you agree? â tingyun nods, bringing out a red silk ribbon to restrain your wrists as she sets them behind your back. â so be a good girl for us and enjoy the show.âshe kisses your cheek before crawling over to yae who was seated in front of you.
you watch as tingyun gets pulled into a heated kiss by the older kitsune. tingyunâs tail sways excitedly as yaeâs hands runs down her sides. you bit your lip, stifling back a soft whine as they undressed each other, revealing their bare perfect bodiesâperfect bodies that you canât even touch. how unfair! â my, your fur is very soft and fluffy, sweetie. iâm almost jealous. â yae chuckles, skimming a hand down tingyunâs tail.
â th-thank you, miss yae, iâm honored. â the brunette breathes, feeling herself grow wet while the pinkâhaired woman continues to teasingly play with her sensitive tail. â mm! â tingyun squirms as yae strokes her tail and kisses down her jaw. you squeezed your thighs together, poorly attempting to calm down your throbbing heat. yae nibbles at the younger foxianâs skin, careful to not damage her creamy skin. tingyun mewls, loosely wrapping her arms around the youkaiâs neck.
yae trails her lips down the valley of tingyunâs breasts and decides to tease one of the harden buds. she swirls her warm tongue around it and tugs, eliciting a soft moan from tingyun. she repeats her actions a few times before pulling away with a wet pop. yae glances over at you, a mischievous grin dances across her lips. she notices the desperate expression sitting on your cute features which made her chest warm with satisfaction. â here darling, letâs give the little one a nice closeâup. position your back against me and spread your legs. â
tingyun gladly complies, and spreads her legs apart to show off her glistening pussy. you nearly drooled at the sight, watching intently as yaeâs fingers spreads her soaked folds apart. â i simply only played with your tail and touched you a little and youâre already wet. do you see this little one? watch closely.â with her middle finger, yae rubs tingyunâs clit in slow, broad motions. the brunette lets out a soft whimper, dropping her head back onto her seniorâs shoulder.
â n-not fair, â you voiced out, (e/c) eyes glued to tingyunâs pussy, â i-i wanna be touched that way or a-at least let me eat her out! â yae chuckles at your words, now currently stroking tingyunâs folds, and coating her digits with her juices. â hmm. .â she dips a finger inside her cunt, â why not both? to think about it now, i do want that dirty mouth of yours to be put into use and i know just a way to do it. â
yae whispers into tingyunâs ear, pulling out her slick covered finger. â oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea. iâm already eager to dive in, miss yae. â the brunetteâs emerald eyes peers at you with a predatory look. you swallowed harshly as the two women pulls away from each other and shuffles around you. one frees you from your restraints while the other quickly undresses you. you find yourself on your back with yae hovering her pussy over your face and tingyun between your parted legs.
â before we continue, i will say that i wonât get up until iâm satisfied. as a kitsune, i have quite the stamina so donât expect me to move after one release. â
before you can response, she drops her pussy onto your face, straddling your head with her plush thighs. â donât disappoint me, little one. â yae says, rolling her hips as you stick your tongue out to lick at her folds and clit. tingyun grips your thighs, delving down to playfully blow hot air to your clit, causing you to gasp. â and donât forget about me, lovely. iâll gladly make home in between your legs to satisfy my favorite human~ â tingyun purrs.
she scissors your pussy lips open with her fingers and gives your folds several long licks. your toes curls in pleasure as her wet muscle greedily explores your pussy. â mmph! â a muffled moan erupts from your chest. the vibration easily goes up though yae, she grunts, firmly gripping your hair. â ugh, come on now, use that mouth of yours or i wonât be moving an inch anytime soon. â
your arms curl around her thighs, pushing her pussy further down until your nose is nudging against her clit. your tongue circles around her dripping hole, lapping up her sweet nectar before entering inside. â th-thatâs more like it. .â yae moans beautifully, arching her back in pleasure as she continues to grind on your tongue. after several minutes, tingyun finds herself in cloud nine, eating out your pretty pussyâher tail hasnât stop swishing the second your taste explodes on her tongue.
â your taste might actually rival one of my favorite blends, â tingyun mutters, reaching her hand down to push two fingers inside of her aching heat. filthy sounds of squelching and lewd moans fills the room. â just like that, little oneâmmm, thatâs my good little pup. â yae purrs, tenderly scratching her nails against your scalp. â had i known that tongue of yours was decent, perhaps i shouldâve of let you do this to our sweetie over there first. â
â iâm not in a rush, â tingyun continues, pulling away a bit after leaving multiple hickies on your inner thighs, â but after youâre done, i would love to cream on our humanâs tongue though. she wouldnât mind taking care of me next, no? â yae casts tingyun a sly smirk from over her shoulder before returning her attention back down to you. you poor thing, you look like youâre already completely out of it; eyes hazy with lust and face twisted with unadulterated pleasure and all.
â oh, our little one wouldnât mind one bit. â
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Heya! I love your "half a bed" fic!!
You said to drop any "only one bed"-trope ideas in your inbox so I'm hoping I did this correctly? But I'm thinking for Asterion x Tav that since Cazador controlled Star so much, he doesn't really own anything for himself? And maybe Tav notices and because the others are already asleep, she offers for him to share her bedroll? He's snarky and rude and she's unimpressed but it's the start of a mutual very strong infatuation and eventually relationship?
Heyo sorry it took so long!! Had some trouble overcoming the writer's block for this but hey I did it in the end! Hope you like it!
"I don't recall giving you my bedroll." You raise an eyebrow at the pale elf who has taken to using your bedroll every night ever since you first offered to share it with him.
He yawns, flashing his fangs at you before grinning, "we're sharing it, are we not? That means I have every right to lie on it."
"It doesn't mean you can take up the whole thing! Where am I going to sleep?" You attempt to shove him to one side but he refuses to budge an inch. "Move!"
"Nope." He pops the 'p' on purpose, knowing it will irritate you. You scowl and shove harder, half ruing the night you offered to share your bedroll. He laughs at your futile attempts, a genuine smile playing on his lips until you give up and flop onto him, causing him to yelp in surprise. You glower when he complains about you being too heavy, giving his side an annoyed poke but you can't really bring yourself to be mad at him even if he just stole your sleeping spot.
Then again, you always had a soft spot for the vampire spawn.
The first time he shared your bedroll was early on in your adventures. Everyone else had gone to sleep but he had remained outside, seated by the dwindling fire with the excuse that he wasn't tired yet. You'd woken up in the middle of the night to relieve yourself, noticing that even though the fire was long gone, he remained outside his tent.
"Still not tired?" You ask, slightly concerned.
"No." He answers curtly, leaving no room for further questions. You sit next to him, much to his chagrin and he shifts away ever so slightly. You notice it, of course, but choose not to comment on it.
"You should still try and trance, you'll need your strength for tomorrow," you hum, looking up at the night sky. The stars are bright tonight, shining in stark contrast to the dark sky.
"Shouldn't you take your own advice?" He snorts.
"Well, I'm not the one who has been out here the whole time," you retort, suppressing a yawn. He notices, however, the twitch of the corners of your lips and rolls his eyes.
"Go and sleep, idiot. Can't have our dear leader collapsing midway because they didn't get enough rest can we now?"
"Is that concern I hear?" You smirk.
"No." He scowls, sending a glare your way. You give him a look of disbelief, which then morphs into amusement and you grin.
"You're terrible at hiding it you know?" You huff, giving an amused shake of your head.
"Hiding what?"
"Your concern for my well-being."
"What concern?"
"That concern." You fold your arms across your chest, undeterred.
"Tch, stop bothering me and go back to sleep." He snaps, looking away. You, however, remain undaunted by his attitude.
"Is there a reason you can't trance?"
"Stop it and go back to sleep."
"There has to be a reason. Nightmares perhaps?"
"Shut up and stop asking so many questions."
"I'm trying to help you here."
"Then stop trying to help me. I don't need it."
"You don't want it, you mean."
"Yes, finally, you get it. Now leave."
"No." Your response surprises him.
"No?" He asks incredulously. "What do you mean no?"
"I'm not going to leave you to deal with your problems alone. We may not be friends yet, but we are companions. If you're stuck dealing with your own problems, you're not going to be able to fully contribute to the party and that's an issue. So we're going to solve it together, with me helping in whatever way I can and you doing the rest." You put your hands on your hips, daring him to talk back.
"And what if you can't do anything to help solve 'my problems'?" He sneers.
"Then I'll accept it and rely on you less so you can sort your own issues out first." His eyes widen slightly and you can see the panic that flashes across his face. Your heart aches upon seeing his reaction but you steel yourself, reminding yourself that it is for the greater good of the party.
"I â" He pauses, looking down. He sighs, looking back up at you reluctantly, all the fight having left his body. "I don't exactly have a bed roll to sleep in, you see. Cazador never allowed any of his spawn to have any personal belongings, everything belonged to him and he 'loaned it to us out of the kindness of his heart'. Trancing on hard ground isâŠdifficult."
"We can share my bed roll if you're comfortable. Each of us can take a half, it should be big enough for us both."
He blinks, surprised. "Are youâŠsure? WeâŠ" He swallows hard.
"We've slept together before, don't tell me you're squeamish about sharing a bed roll." You raise an eyebrow.
"I'm not. It's just thatâŠ"
"Don't worry. I'm not some horny bastard who can't go a night without lying with someone. We can have our own side of the bed roll, no physical contact required." He still looks uncertain, and you sigh. You can't exactly fault him, he's dropped enough hints about certain aspects of his past and you're not going to tear open any of those wounds.
He laughs, the sound ringing hollow. "Are you sure about that, darling? It would suit my taste better if you were~"
It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Yeah, right. Anyways, are you going to take me up on my offer or not?"
"I'll take you up on it if you don't mind, darling." His usual smirk replaces the quiet sad look on his face.
"Well, come on then. We don't have much time left."
You can't help but smile upon remembering that night. He'd come so far since that night, the two of you had grown more comfortable with each other, and even after you had bought a bed roll for him, he still preferred sneaking into your tent to steal half your bed roll.
"What are you smiling about?" He pokes your cheek with a huff.
"Nothing." You grin. He rolls his eyes in response, running a hand through your hair. You bury your face in his chest, letting the gentle feeling wash over you. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, loving the way you sprawl on top of him without a care in the world. He's a vampire, for goodness sake, and yet you bare your neck to his fangs like that, not the least bit worried he take advantage of the situation and drain you.
"Hmph." He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your hair. As much as he complains about it, your weight is comforting. It reminds him that he isn't alone anymore, that he has you to turn to when he needs someone to lean on, and that you have him to lean on in return.
"Good night, Star." You yawn cutely, stretching your limbs.
"Good night, love." He murmurs back, pressing one last kiss to your head before he drifts off into a trance. You watch him for a while, smiling softly at the way he slowly relaxes as the trance takes hold, worries forgotten for the night.
Wrapped in the cocoon of your vampire lover, you too drift off and let sleep claim you, knowing that when you wake, he will be the first thing you see just as he's always the last thing you see before you sleep.
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How to Use Meal Scenes to Develop Characters, Relationships, and Your World
Worldbuilding can sound complicated, but why not make it a little more simple by focusing on food? It may be the domestic touch you need! NaNo Participant Lacey Pfalz talks about using meal scenes to develop your world and your characters.
Thereâs one thing that remains a universal human truth: we love food! While our perspectives on food might differ, people all across the globe gather together during mealtimes â and thus, mealtimes are made memorable.
Meal scenes can also help your story in a few key ways, especially if itâs fantasy, science fiction or historical fiction.
Meal Scenes for Worldbuilding
If weâre using food for worldbuilding purposes, does that mean we can say weâre worldcooking?
Just kidding! Worldbuilding, especially in historical fiction, science fiction, and fantasy, is an integral part of what you must do as a writer (In truth, itâs also important for writers from other genres, but weâre specializing in these three today).
Meal scenes can be an important part of the worldbuilding process. Food is intrinsically tied to a culture or a country, or even a small region. Thatâs why itâs important, when building your own world, to take time to figure out the bare minimum of what your characters will be eating.
Letâs do an example. Your world is fantasy, your kingdom set beside a wide river. Perhaps your capital city, where much of the action is located, is surrounded by wetland.
If this is the case, what types of food would likely grow there? Seafood, fished from the large river, might be your charactersâ staple proteins, while rice might grow better than another grain because of your kingdomâs wetlands. Fruit, perhaps even coconuts, might be the sweet stuff your main character loves to devour.
Remember that your world directly affects what types of food your characters will be having: is there coffee in space? What about in Byzantine Turkey or your new riverside kingdom?
Shannon Chakraborty does a phenomenal job with this in her fantasy series The Daevabad Trilogy, which is set in the eighteenth century across the Middle East. Her first book, The City of Brass, is especially good at showcasing the often-fragrant dishes of the various cultures across this region of the world (some copies of the book even have a short list of recipes from the book that foodies can try whipping up for themselves).
While her book is set within the fantastical world of the Djinn, her food is based upon recipes that have been preserved for centuries.
Thereâs one small reminder with all of this: itâs important not to get too caught up in describing each dish so much that you end up taking the focus away from the characters in a meal scene. Meal scenes can be breaks from fast action, but they should also continue the plot.
Meal Scenes for Developing Characters & Relationships
Character development can be hard, especially if you have a handful of characters that you love! But in order to make your readers love them too, you have to show them interacting with the world around them.
That guy we love to hate? Maybe heâs a loner who has grown up eating by himself. Having him forced to sit and eat with a group of people who have known each other for years might be an awkward moment for him, but it helps readers to learn more about his own worldview â and it might just help get him out of his shell, or at least off the love-to-hate list.
Besides helping you develop a single character, writing meal scenes with some of your characters can also help readers learn more about the relationship between your characters.
Letâs say you have your main character, MC. MC leans over and steals a French fry from her best friend. Thereâs no issue, right? Thatâs because they like each other, and the best friend has likely eaten with MC before, and knows she enjoys stealing food from other peopleâs plates.
But when MC tries it again, this time with the guy sitting next to her, he whacks her hand to stop her from stealing. This sparks an argument that seems, at least to everyone else watching it, pointless, but readers will know from the rest of the story that theyâre the enemies-to-lovers trope. This argument is just one of many before they finally acknowledge their feelings towards one another.
See how that worked? A meal scene wasnât useless; it pulled the story along by giving readers another taste of the enemies-to-lovers trope that so many enjoy reading.
If you need a more visible example of how this can play out, try watching a movie like Pride & Prejudice, (the book is amazing, but Iâm suggesting the movie as a visual aid). The movie does a great job showcasing just how different the members of the Bennet family are individually, how they act around each other, and how they act around company.
Thereâs often little action in meal scenes, so theyâre not meant to be overused. The plot should also still be there â take the cringey proposal scene between Mr. Collins and Elizabeth in Pride & Prejudice, for example, which follows directly after a meal when the rest of her family abandons her. In this case, the plot (and Mr. Collinsâ advances) ruin her meal.
Perhaps your meal scene is the much-needed respite in between battling fierce aliens for planet Earth, or the first time your main characterâs enemy-to-lover has entered her home. Either way, meal scenes are an important way to immerse your readers in what kind of world theyâre imagining as well as showcasing how your characters act and â more importantly â how they act around each other.
Lacey Pfalz is a travel journalist by day, hopeful author by night. She belongs to the class of graduates she dubs the Class of COVID-19, having graduated with a double major in history and writing at Wisconsin Lutheran College in 2020. Her writing passions include fantasy, science fiction and historical fiction (with a little bit of romance, of course!). As someone with a physical disability, itâs her dream to write a fantasy series featuring a main character like her. Header Image by Jack Sparrow
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I'm doing pretty good! Ty for asking
I wanted to request Lindir (and anyone else you might want to do) with a reader that loves playing with/braiding his hair? A very simple request but I find it adorable
That does sound quite sweet đ I decided to do this with all the major elves because we love elf fluff in this house đ
Elves + Braiding
Lindir
⧠He is surprised the first time you idly take strands of his long brown hair in your hands, giving a look of polite surprise as he awaits your next action.
⧠Then you pull back the sides of his hair, braiding them at the back of his head, and he would be lying if he said it felt anything but satisfying, both having his face freed from the strands and also your hands delicately working their magic upon his hair.
⧠Too shy to request it, Lindir simply sits by your side, hoping the whim takes you again. Perhaps he will practice a song, sitting at his harp or holding a smaller instrument and feeling the small smile creep onto his lips when your fingers comb through his hair again.
⧠When he catches you in a moment of stress his subconscious works faster than his mind; without thinking heâs running hands through your hair, sliding the cool skin soothingly over your scalp.
⧠He turns red each time, but Lindirâs absolute favorite is when you rest your gorgeous head upon his shoulder. Gently he strokes your hair before ever-so-slightly resting his head atop yours.
Thranduil
⧠Fixes you with a look of surprise when you subconsciously reach for his long golden locks, but after removing a leaf from them your fingers twirl the ends of his tresses and he smiles fondly.
⧠Shakes his head a bit at you as you play with his hair, weaving new strands together. The loops you make may not be as intricate as others he has seen, but they are sturdy.
⧠From then on Thranduil dubs you talented, encouraging you to try more techniques, be they braiding or weaving. At first you can hardly help questioning if he sees your intentâŠ
⧠âŠbefore you realize he is the only one youâre allowed to practice on. He is calling on you, plain and simple.
⧠You try to keep this out of your head, but the way the back of his hand traces your cheekbones as he sits you down makes that harder and harderâŠ
Arwen
⧠You relax her in a way few else do, the ease you bring leading her to seek you out again and again.
⧠She knows how you enjoy what you do and she wants to pay it back, too. âCome, let us make our braids!â And just like that, your habit has become ours.
⧠She loves the feel of your hair, asking permission of course the first few times she touches it, but soon it seems even when youâre just sitting together someone is caressing the otherâs hair.
⧠Sometimes when youâre feeling especially merry, youâll playfully swat her with her own little ponytails. It always gets one of those rare laughs out of her.
⧠Cue Arwen wrapping her arms around your shoulders, forcing you to drop her hair as she grapples you (lovingly).
Elrond
⧠His eyes track yours one day, catching the way they follow the silky length of his hair. One day you venture sweeping some off his shoulder, growing bolder at Elrondâs soft smile.
⧠Your hands shake at first, but he nods and smiles reassuringly as you begin your weaving work. His hair is smooth, needing little to nothing, so instead you craft a kind of crown for him braided about his head.
⧠You tell him as much as you reveal your work, shocked at the way his expression has melted into something far, far softer.
⧠âAllow me to return the favor,â he says, hands sliding temptingly over your shoulders as he rotates you- and who are you to say no?
⧠âThough I do not deserve a crown,â you remind him. âYou do not see things as I do, then.â
Legolas
⧠Youâd never touch his hair without asking, unsure how Legolas would react until you shyly offer to braid it freshly back for him.
⧠He agrees with one of the smiles that has your heart leaping, encouraging you with a gentle nod as you take a seat behind him and begin your work. From the moments your hands brush his back, you can feel Legolas relaxing as you weave his golden hair.
⧠From then on he goes to you when he wants it fixed, teasingly asking if you might like to braid his hair again.
⧠Itâs probably one of the most romantic things to happen to you the day Legolas sits you down, saying itâs his turn to take care of your hair.
⧠You two both end up in this sort of symbiosis of doing each otherâs hair, barely ever touching your own.
Haldir
⧠Starts a bit the first time your hands comb his hair, but the butterflies heâs feeling may become evident in the way Haldirâs eyes fix you.
⧠You can feel him lean into your touch, the gentle motion of your fingers soothing him. Rare are the moments in which Haldir gives in to simple breath, release of all the burdens that he holds, and yet it is clear he craves it.
⧠"Why," he asks as you release his locks, letting them flow down his shoulders, "are you doing this?" "Do you really not know?" You simply ask back, caresses moving from the base of his neck to the sides of his face as you turn him your way.
⧠Your habit leads to the first of many kisses shared with Haldir, often stolen beneath the swaying branches of some faraway tree.
⧠Playing with your hair is not his habit, but running his hands wildly through it as your lips embrace is.
Galadriel
â§Amusement dances in her blue eyes as you reach up and comb her golden waves through your hands.
⧠âIâm sorry,â you sheepishly apologize, âmay I?â âOf course,â she answers simply and gives a little nod as you step closer again.
⧠Galadriel turns to fix her enchanting gaze upon you as you work, smile too knowing not to bring warmth to your face and a shake to your fingers.
⧠Since that day, she combs her fingers through your hair as she passes by you, her fingers sometimes trailing down to the side of your cheek.
⧠You can feel her eyes upon you as far as her watch can reach, simultaneously bringing safe warmth shining through your chest and a shiver down your spine.
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Charles's Angel(s)
Ch. 49
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Authorâs Note: Because a wise teacher of mine once said, âyou canât marry someone unless youâre able to go through ups and downs thinking that itâs the problem vs. the both of you, not one person vs. the otherâ. Honestly, she spit some MAD bars right there. Happy reading!
The moment Charles laid eyes on the adorable, golden dachshund, he knew that the puppy was meant to belong with him in his home. Heâd always wanted a dog as a kid and even had one for a while, but his old companion had, unfortunately, not made it as long as Charles.Â
He named the tiny puppy Leo, like the fiercest little lion. But as Charles stepped into the apartment with Leo in his arms, his heart began to increase pace in trepidation. What if you didnât like dogs? What if you were allergic? The two of you had never talked about pets.Â
Well, whatâs done is done, he thought. Better to just face the music.Â
âCharles?â you ask from your studio. Â
âHeeeeyyy Y/n. Whatâs up?â
His uncharacteristically evasive greeting, along with the lilt in his voice, brought you out of the room. As soon as you lay eyes on the tiny puppy cuddling into his arms, they widen to the size of saucers.Â
âIs thatâis that a puppy?!â
Your boyfriend just looks at you guiltily. âIâm sorry⊠He was just so cute, Cherie and IââÂ
âNo no no no no. You donât need to explain to me, but Charles, we never talked about pets... and where would we even put him? And we need to get him stuff... I donât know what to do!â Somehow, this escalates into an argument. Your first fight since getting together. Sure, it took a while, but you knew that the honeymoon period couldnât possibly last as long as it had so far. Â
Exasperated, you head back into the room, unable to listen to Charlesâ defensive arguments. âYou know what? Iâm just gonna head out for a bit. Donât call me. Iâll be at Marieâs, so you donât have to worry about me, but donât come after me. I justâ I need to think about things and cool off.â You hastily throw a couple clothes into your overnight bag. You stop in front of him before you head out the door. âYou know I love you, right? I just need some time to myself to sort this out. Stay safe,â and then the door slams shut behind you. Â
Well, Charles thinks, looking down at the still snoozing puppy in his arms. That was definitely the worst possible outcome.
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As it turned out, even with a new member in the house, Charles found himself feeling awfully lonely. There was a piece of you everywhere he looked. He knew he was overreacting and that youâd implied youâd be back soon. But soon wasnât soon enough.Â
 The windows were thrown open wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze. The normally warm evening sunlight filtered through the windows instead, and Charles felt like he was suffocating in the confines of his own home. He blamed the heat of the sunlight, but he knew that it was from the overwhelming silence from your presence, or lack thereof.Â
 With a sigh, he dials his motherâs number. âMaman?â
 "Herve, my son, whatâs wrong? You usually donât call during this time of day.â
 âMaman, I messed up.â He feels a sob crawl up his throat as he sets the phone on the island counter and digs his palms into his eye sockets. He explains the situation between sniffles while Pascale listens intently.Â
 âHerve, you know you should have discussed this kind of decision with Y/n first. Your father and I always decided on matters that had to do with the house and our family together. Iâm not saying that this is entirely your fault, but you must realize that the girl spends a lot of her time without you around, and sheâs just as busy as you. Who will take care of Leo when youâre not around? Who will take care of Leo when sheâs busy? What if sheâs never had a dog before? These kinds of things need to be discussed. Perhaps you should have taken the time to sit down and talk. And from what I understand, youâve been planning on getting a pet for a while now.â
 âYes, Maman. I see these things now, but how do I fix this?â
 âSweetheart, you canât fix this. Let her take some time for herself, and sheâll come back to you when things have cooled down. Just approach the matter slowly and discuss Leo then. Until then, just... manage on your own.â
 âOkay, Maman,â he sighs with resignation.Â
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At Marie's, you consult your friendâs advice, knowing thereâs no way around telling her, especially since you arrived on her doorstep without warning.Â
 When night falls, you find yourself missing the warmth of Charleâs body against yours. You lay in bed, wishing sleep would come. However, this leaves you plenty of time to reflect on the situation. You decide that youâll return tomorrow afternoon and talk with a cooled head on your shoulders.Â
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When Charles steps into the apartment the next afternoon, back from the grocery store, he doesnât expect to see you sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping warm tea from your mug. The bags fall to the ground, catching your attention.Â
 âI think Iâm ready to talk now,"  you murmur over the lip of your mug, eyes cast down and unable to meet your boyfriendâs gaze.Â
 He shuffles to the counter nervously and takes a seat on the stool on the opposite side.Â
 âGrowing up, I always wanted a dog, or cat. But my mom was deathly scared of dogs, and she said that getting furry pets was too much of a commitment. So I would stop to pet the neighborsâ dogs at the park, but that was about the most interaction I had with dogs.â You stop, placing the mug down, and begin picking at some nonexistent lint on your pants, still refusing to meet Charlesâ gaze. âWhen you walked in with the puppyââÂ
âLeo.â
 You raise your eyes to him for a split second. âWhen you walked in with Leo yesterday, I panicked. My mom always threatened me with âyou can either choose me or the dog,â and when I saw Leo yesterday, I just realized that Iâm not properly equipped to raise a puppy with the limited number of interactions Iâve had with dogs, much less puppies.â You finally look him in the eye. âI wasnât mad at you for bringing himâLeoâhome. I was mad at myself for not knowing how to take care of pets. I just realized that I donât even know what dogs eat, what kinds of toys puppies need, or how to train them if they even need trainingâjust anything.â Your voice breaks, and you look away to the side. Youâd never liked others to witness you crying.Â
 You hear the screech of the stool moving and feel a familiar warmth engulf you. A tender kiss on your hair.Â
 âIâm sorry that I didnât discuss getting a pet with you before. I⊠I had been planning to get one for the past few weeks, and I hadnât even thought about consulting you. So as much as you feel guilty about this, I am at fault. Iâm sorry.â Charles mutters into your hair. âAnd Iâm sorry that because of that, I made you feel helpless. I know how much you hate feeling like that. It wonât happen again.â
 He lifts your face with his strong, calloused hands, brushing your tears away with his thumbs. âForgive me?â
 You sniffle, holding back a full-on sob. âCharles, thereâs nothing to forgive.â
 âThen are we okay?â
 You nod. âWeâve always been okay.â You twiddle your fingers in your lap. âCan I meet him? Leo?â
 This brings a smile to your boyfriendâs face. âYou never need to ask to meet your own son, Cherie.â
 You follow him into a corner of the room where heâd set up comfy sleeping quarters for the puppy. The tiny Dachshund bounds out energetically into your lap, licking away your tears as you giggled. Â
âLeo~ Thatâs your mommy; yes, thatâs right. We need to make sure Mommy doesnât cry, okay?â
 You set him down and cuddled into Charles on the chaise, watching as your new puppy, your furball of a son, ran circles on the living room floor.
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