#where there's like. a tad bit of an age gap (to my standard which was being afraid of anyone a grade above me in hs

[capsizedskeleton]

epic the musical live review over a few days ft. getting high during storm saga

TROY SAGA thunder bringer was one of the first songs i heard so going to the horse and the infant and hearing don't make me do this please don't make me do this!!! i didn't know that was a callback reminds me of pathologic is great and here's why, where hbomberguy points out child murder is such a taboo and it's that game's opener (depending on the character) here it's the musical's opener fffuck okay ruthlessness was also one of the first songs i heard so "600 men under my command" after i know it will become at least 43 then 0 is hghhhhh. esp when they're similar melodies, the first time the number is mentioned in full speed ahead

CYCLOPS SAGA so i watched a few animatics of these as well before troy saga just bc mmm animatics and oh recontextualized w the last two songs of the saga thats. hm. IIIIII AM YOUR DARKEST MOMENT all the uses of die with the last sound stretched out emphasizing the eye sound oough remember them. remember us. remember me OOHHH ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT THAT. ARE YOU SURE

STORM got up to the first few animatics i ended up watching. by now i might be able to categorize the animators? gigi as Action, Cinema, wolfy as a few lines seeming delicate and shape so solidly, nealillustrator as the GOAT (ok im biased they've only got thunder bringer but it's really good and i know them from bnha animatics ok), ximena as line. color. solid expression fav things from various ruthlessness animatics: poseidon being a shadow horse with front-facing eyes, a spiky merman but tentacles on bottom, literally water that could form into different things, only his hair being water, a horse, a guy, the stageplay version, everyone having different amounts of frames and different styles, like every!! time i watch an animatic i spot a new good take, beauty in everryy style, all the goregous water animation, capturing odysseus, submerging him, putting him in a whirlpool. that man is now a truly soggy cat am i insane or is there wind blowing in the last verse of that. after what have you done. maybe ive just had shit earbuds before. brutal

i got caught up in listening to done for even though that was skipping ahead. i am going to eat gigi's animatic whole. the corresponding basslines for each character how ody's replaces circe's?? now watching there are other ways. the two together as a beautiful story in 6 minutes is amazing

CIRCE normal now i like done for and there are other ways a lot more than puppeteer. this seems to be a pattern in which songs i like in each saga eury's bit leading up to "a woman" reallyyyyy sounds like hamilton wouldn't you like beat drop??? done for and there are other ways are fucking brilliant they're a whole story like i said before. ill say it again. absolutely entrancing. love the take that circe's about to kill ody before he rejects her and starts going on about his wife. also the transition after "that prophet is dead" bungggg and then the backing track hghh i am going to eat the melodic motifs i am going to swallow the chords whole AAAAGHHH

underworld again. weaker start, but oooh full speed ahead a bit of a reprise moment there and ody's mom i did not expect that. left for too long wandered too far gods REPRISE OF I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE HELLOOOO halfway into no longer you and OOOOOHHHH FUCK this shit HITS despite everything it's NOT you

NO MONSTER THE SLIP INTO CORRUPTION gigi i would die for you and this sequence. you know the one

THUNDER suffering is so good (normal sentence) i love the back and forth the you know im too shy the tone change at the lair of scylla listened to different beast on the train (first time listening to a song w/o animatic at first) and oooh the switch up!!!! we're in it now! DIFFERENT BEAST NOW HE'S A DIFFERENT BEAAST NOWWWWWW scylla.... oho the harmony. mutiny ok the opening i fw but why tf is eurylochus upset about the six men sacrifice when he was the one who suggested with circe that they just leave the men behind. also luck runs out callback i love my reprises why is helios lowk brushed over like i wouldve expected odysseus or eurylochus to talk about heyyy dont anger the gods like we did before thunder bringer slay. we already know. the bumping beat from the horse and the infant we knowwww. it's a little funny mutiny is RIGHT before thunder bringer like. hey crew you just stabbed him you should be a little less surprised he chooses to sacrifice yall. not even chosen. not even zeus was surprised by odysseus' immediate reaction

MISC. THOUGHTS

talked to a few friends while making this, wrote the sentence "i can feel the old greek mythology elementary/middle school neurons firing up again" because i CAN feel them god and it's also like watching musical animatics after school except im not 13 and deeply lonely this time. decided to write a fic of what happens between each saga and in a bit of wondering for that decided to look up the actual story of the odyssey (shmoop is not perfect but it is decent) and wow that's a lot of changes made from the original that contribute to a well-characterized musical! god it's such a good time. is this what dracula daily people felt like, reliving an old (relative to present) story and relishing in the Themes?

FAV SONG(S) FROM EACH SAGA

the horse and the infant

survive, remember them

ruthlessness

done for

no longer you (the OPPOSITE of that undertale quote)

different beast, thunder bringer

TLDR

excited for wisdom saga !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[insufferablelust]

Professor!Spencer x Sub!reader, reader is taking one of Spencers classes and he can't take his eyes of her, one thing leads to another and they are doing it in his office. (this is so cliche but god its hot)

Warnings ; Professor!Spencer x Reader, Age gap (reader is above 20 though), Smut, Degrading languange, Risqué Classroom sex. Thats it i think :)

the moment Spencer laid his eyes on her, it seemed like the usual chattering of the other students ceased to a mere background noises. He watched her intently, refusing to believe she was real, but here she was, flesh and blood, doodling on her blank paper.

It was lecture day for Spencer, to be honest he actually loves teaching, he love to share his knowledge and he can’t deny himself of a tad bit of narcissism that ran through his veins at the squeals of his students— though to be fair, he never paid any attention to them.. because you were there.

Y/N Y/L/N a beatiful name, for a beautiful girl, he thought. Everything about her should angered him, she wasnt paying attention on his class, she focused on daydreaming about butterflies and end times, and she wore short skirts all the fucking time.

Oh he was furious— furiously lusting over his student.

~

“Ms. Y/l/N, stay. I need to talk to you.”

Your heart thumped as you listened to your Professor’s commands, your cheeks heats up as you get closer to where he was sitting, he looked good you thought. Perfectly tall, with ruffly hair, strong fingers— god you lust over them fingers more time than you could imagine.

You knew you fucked up, as in you never paid attention to Criminal Psychology anymore but how could you? how could you when all you could focus on was this adonis of a professor that so happen to be an FBI agent and a damn genius. How could you pay attention when his voice taunt you in your bed, late at night when you got your hands between your legs. How could you listen, when all you could hear was the imagination of his voice whispering filthy things on your ear.

You are shy, but you’re no innocent little girl.

“Professor.. Is there anything wrong?” You chew on your bottom lip as you stand in front of his desk, watching as he leaned in to place his interlaced fingers on top of the mahagony wood desk.

“There is actually. I’m quite surprise when i found out that you only got 70% on your last exam, what happened? from what i gathered, courtesy to Ms. Dorothy, you were an excellent student. She talks big about you but here you are standing in front of me with a 70% and you never seemed to pay any attention at all. So you tell me, what is wrong Ms. Y/N?” His voice was firm, calm and collected, and you hated that, hated the fact that he could remain so calm when you were about to literally pass out

“Sir.. Professor— i..” You were cut off instantly,

“Or do you want me to transfer you back to Miss Dorothy’s class?” His voice rang through your veins like venom, as you quickly shake your head, fingers gripping your files tightly.

“No! Please no! I just..” You took a deep breath, “Please Professor, give me another chance. I promise i won’t let you down.” You begged sweetly, eyes doe-like at him. What surprised you was how his lips seemed to twitch a bit, almost giving you a smirk.

“I don’t know, Ms. Y/N. You’re quite behind and i think-“

“I’ll do anything! please just.. please..” You stepped closer around his desk so now you were standing on his side whilst he then rose from his seat. Your eyes widened as you feel his thumb on your chin, lifting it up so you stare at his eyes directly, and then settle it back to where your heated cheeks lay.

“Anything?” You knew how dangerous it was, but you can’t lie and say that you weren’t thrilled by the idea because you were. It’s everything you ever wanted.

So you nodded a small ‘yes, sir’ before he pressed his lips roughly against yours, hands cupping both of your cheeks. You were taken aback by his lack of subtlety but you couldn’t care less, not when you feel his tongue at the back of your throat.

~

Y/N felt etheral, as she laid on top of her professor’s desk, the one she has been dreaming to be bent over it for hundreds of time. Now she’s here, making out with her adonis of a professor whilst his hand trailed along her inner thighs.

“Prof—mmph!” She tried to talk, tried to gasp even, but the warmth of his lips against her own blocking her from any sense of normality and pushing her back harshly into desk with even more force before pulling back.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He whispered, hands softly grazing the very seam of your thigh, inching upwards up up up until it reaches the hem of your jeans, smiling softly, “Professor..” You whimpered,

“Yes, Miss Y/l/N?”

“Won’t we get caught?” Your eyes bashfully looked away from Reid’s burning gaze, yet your breath hitched as he slap your inner thigh harshly, “Look at me when you ask questions, little girl.” He placed his palm on either side of your head as you looked up at him with lust, lust and fear.

“That’s better, and caught? what do you think we’ll do Miss?” God, damn him— he wanted you to say it, say the thing you definitely can’t and won’t say to your teacher, even though he might as well dicked you down already. “I— we.. Sir?” Your lost of words caused his laughter to echoes around the classroom, sending chills up your spine.

“Such an innocent thing, it’ll be so so satisfying to wreck you, ruin you. You know what you are, Miss? You’re my pet, if you able to do as i said... well then i see to it that your grades will be high enough to pass.” He mumbled, his lips tracing your collarbones as his palm graze on your blouse, right on top of your nipples, pinching it slowly causing you to gaap out a “Yes sir, anything!” and arched your back.

“Good girl. Now get up and bend over my desk, i don’t have all day, little girl.” He rasped, and oh how easy it was for you to obey him.

~

“Spencer! Oh!”

“That’s right— fuck you’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, tightening the grip on your hips and hair as he slammed his cock in and out of your overly sensitive cunt.

Your cheeks were warm, hot— blazing hot against the wooden table as your eyes rolled back and pleasure consumed the last bit of your sanity. The head of his cock grazed against your spongy spot everytime it slammed back inside, causing you to let out a choked out mewl.

“Shut the fuck up, slut.” He grunted, the name should’ve grossed you out but you moaned out loud instead, tightening your walls deliciously around him, making him let out strings of “fuck— fuck Y/N, such a tight little cunt, my plaything.”

“Yours prof—oh! please i’m close..” You moaned, your legs had gone numb, as well as your joined arms behind your back. The hand that gripped your hips went to smack your ass as it bruises nicely and you cried out, feeling your high gets closer and closer. “Please please please..” You chanted his name and please’s like a prayer.

“Fuck— cum baby, go on, cum for me little one!” and so you did, pulsing around him like maniac as your whole body trembles, mouth agape letting out strained moans and mewls. “Hng—ah ah P-Professor Reid..”

He pulled out instantly at the sound of your voice, but his hand quickly found its way to stroke himself in a fast pace as he tugs you to your knees, “Get on your knees, bunny.. there you go.” He whispered, his other hand ruffling your hair as you open your mouth and wait like a good girl.

“That’s it, ahh what a good little slut i have— fuck, gonna let me fill your mouth hm? maybe mark your face too yeah?” He rasped, hands getting sloppier yet the veins were almost like they might popped any time soon, you looked at him with your doe-like eyes and nods eagerly, “Please..”

“Fuck— you’re fucking perfcet- yes fuck! Thats it take it, take it little girl.” He moaned out loud as he paints your face white, some landedon your cheeks, mouth, lips, neck— everywhere, it was a lot.

He admired you as you swallowed some that had landed on your tongue and lips, eagerly moaning at the taste of him which caused him to laugh as he zips his pants back up, tucking his vest. “Same time tomorrow, oh and.. next time don’t bother to wear anything under your slutty outfit. See you tomorrow, Miss Y/l/N.” He whispered all sweetly, before grabbing his satchel and place it over his shoulder, but just as he was about to leave, you reached to grab a tissue.

“Miss Y/N..”

“Yes Professor?”

“My mark stays til you get home or your score will be below standard.”

Well fuck.

~

thanks for requesting anon! i appreciate it, this was delicious, sorry for the long wait!❤️

[jaybug-jabbers]

Pokemon Prism Review

Well I’m currently finishing up the post-game content of Pokemon Prism.

Dang.

What a fun game.

(what follows is an informal review of the game. it got a little long, lol. it has some spoilers for the game, of course.)

My background

To give you a quick idea on my perspective on Pokemon, I grew up with Pokemon Red on the big grey brick Gameboy. After Red, I pretty much stopped playing for many years. My little brother had a Gameboy Color and had Silver, but I never got one myself. Wasn’t ‘til years and years later I found some emulators and played through several generations of Pokemon at once. So, Gen 2 really isn’t nostalgic for me. It’s close enough to Gen 1 to hit some nostalgia buttons, though. I am admittedly somebody who feels Gen 1 is the best gen of pokemon. I don’t care of people laugh or say I’m a genwunner for believing that. Gen 1, I feel, had the raw creativity and charm of the original idea, and it simply sets my imagination alight far more than any other gen does. Those simple pixel designs for those little virtual creatures just opened up a world in my mind. THAT SAID, I did play and very much enjoyed all the other gens of pokemon. I do not shun things just because they are new, and I am not one of those people who says the new designs of pokemon are stupid. I adore plenty of modern pokes.

Blend of Old and New

Anyway! Pokemon Prism, for those unaware, is a ROM hack of Pokemon Crystal. It essentially delivers a brand-new Pokemon adventure for the Generation 2 games. It’s a really neat blend of classic gameplay and modern features. You’ll find species from modern games all the way from Gen 3 (such as Breloom) to Gen 6 (such as Sylveon) but their sprites perfectly integrate them organically into the Gen 2 environment. You’ll get many modern pokemon moves and conviences but also plenty of throwbacks to older experiences. Miss crafting pokeballs from Apricorns? It’s there. Enjoy a simplier time when there weren’t any Natures? Well, there ya go. Really want to call Joey and talk to him about his Rattata? Well, err, no, you can’t do that, but let’s face it, the telephone feature was probably one of the most hated features in Gen 2. :P

But Prism isn’t simply about updating Gen 2 with some modern pokemon, moves and game features. Not in the slightest. It’s full of original mechanics and gameplay concepts, and has tons of original areas and an original storyline. Pokemon is known for experimenting with new gameplay ideas, so it’s really fitting and enjoyable to see these take shape as you play the game. Mining and crafting is introduced in the game, for example, and there are a couple new pokemon types. There’s even a few sections where you can play as your pokemon, Mystery-Dungeon style. Do all of these experiments with new concepts work? Probably not ALL of them– when you try something new, not all of them will work out as amazing as you’d hope. But a lot of them are welcome and fun additions. And the game is bristling with these new ideas! It’s a joy to see so much creativity and novelty.

Sprites

It should be noted the spritework for these games is A+ and utterly fantastic. There is perhaps 3 or 4 out of dozens and dozens of new sprites that I thought were a tad off? Seriously, they look AMAZING and their animations are perfect and they fit in with the style so well I found myself briefly getting confused as to which were originally from Gen 2 and which weren’t. Saying these sprites are good is no small thing, because they are such a vital part of the game. The backsprites were not shafted, either– something even Gamefreak often shortchanged on back then.

Music

It should also be noted the music in this game is really damn good and has a huge variety. There are tons of classic songs, classic remakes of modern pokemon songs, remixes, and original tunes. There were like one or two tunes I was a bit iffy on, but considering that’s only a few out of so many, that’s impressive. The new bike music and Surfing music are probably my favorites, and they are SO GOOD, and those are especially important ones to sound good, because you typically hear those a lot.

Writing

The writing in this game is fairly solid. Not A+, but still not bad. It suffers occasionally from slightly rough and confusing grammar, and the climax of the story is definitely anti-climactic and very weak. In addition, the post-game story basically does not exist, but that can be excused since most likely more story was planned but they ran out of time. (C&D)

I also felt that at times, the story felt out-of-place within the world of Pokemon and went “too far” in the darker direction. The entire prison sequence, especially, and the frequent mention of inmates being mistreated, pokemon being abused, etc., just felt a bit much. Because this game was largely concerned with replicating the feeling of a true Pokemon game (some hacks intentionally focus on making a story that would never take place in the Pokemon world, like zombie survival horror stories or whatnot), I find it relevant to mention that. All of that said, though, its darker departures were at least not *too* extreme. We don’t get the very jarring and frequent problem of some ROM hacks where it’s full of cussing all the time or intense violence. Compared to those it’s still relatively subtle. And while the NPCs in this game I felt were rude a little too often, (holy crap, it felt like 95% of Naljo and Rijon were crankyass people) I do appreciate the attempts at making people a little more “real” and not quite so freaking happy and idealized all the time like Nintendo tends to do. The dialogue often made me chuckle. It did go a tad overboard with that “realness” (because, hey, a variety of people exist in the world, you know, both rude and polite, optimistic and bitter) but oh well.

So yes, the writing had its drawbacks. But overall, it felt like it was progressing a pokemon-style narrative with some interesting ideas, and wasn’t simply a dreary rehash of the same basic tropes Pokemon has been regurgitating for ages now. I just think if the writing were cleaned up a bit– the grammar cleaned up in a few sections, the plot threads clarified a bit more, and the climax reworked– it could take a “decent story” and make it a great one. There’s definitely some neat ideas there, it just needs polish.

Maps

As to the different towns and locations in this game to explore, there are many. This game is ambitious AF. As I said, it’s FULL of new ideas, features, things to do, and places to explore. Naljo is the region you explore in the main game, but post-game you can wander a whole new region of Rijon (the featured location of an older ROM hack, Pokemon Brown) and beat all the gyms there. In addition, there’s a few towns in Kanto and Johto you can visit (I believe they originally planned to open up all of those regions eventually), AND one town in ANOTHER new region, Tunod. The game’s ambitiousness occasionally outpaces what it delivers, but that’s quite acceptable in my mind, since updates with additions to the game were originally planned. So, yes, there isn’t much to do post-game, but that’s largely because a lot of stuff was going to be added.

Back to the locations, though! It’s an important aspect of ROM hacks. Not everyone is good at designing a good town, with logical building placement, intuitive layouts, aesthetically pleasing locations, and interesting things to explore so it doesn’t feel totally plain and lacks character. I’m pleased to say this game does a great job of it, though. I should point out I have a terrible sense of direction and bad spatial memory. Despite that fact, I found myself remembering important features and where they were located– oh, the Move Deleter house is in Phacelia on the left, the bullet train is in Torenia– and that’s a good sign. Physical travel was not a sloggy chore, and it wasn’t bogged down in a confusing layout. Towns were memorable and fun to explore.

Pacing/Level Curve

Another thing ROM hacks can screw up, because it’s a tricky thing to do, is the challenge pacing. How many trainers? What teams do they have? What levels? Are the Gyms challenging without being insane? I actually Nuzlocked the main part of the game. In my opinion it was well-paced. There’s probably fewer trainers overall in this game than a standard Pokemon game. But it did not take me much extra grinding in the grass– and I was only doing that to play it safe for the Nuzlocke. And that’s GOOD. You shouldn’t have to do tons of grinding in the grass all the time just to have a reasonable shot at the gyms. Pokemon Uranium, sadly, seems to suffer from that issue. So, yeah, the pacing was very reasonable to me, good balance of fair and challenging.

… with one important note. Once you reach the League? Well, we could have used higher-levelled wild pokemon in the cave that served as the victory road. The highest in that cave was level 34 or so, and you were facing trainers with teams ~level 55. That’s a huge gap. Not everyone has the same play style. Some people like to do extra grinding before the Elites. Some people are Nuzlocking and may do extra grinding as a safety buffer. Some people might want to adjust their team & add a new pokemon to their team and need to grind them up from a lower level. For those cases, you NEED decently-levelled wild pokemon to grind on. So, yeah, I really do think the Seneca Caves wild pokemon need a level buff. It would also help with the level gap for the post-game. Trainers in Rijon are suddenly at levels 70ish and higher, and for some folks playing, that’s a bit much and they’d like to do a little grinding first.

Puzzles

This game has puzzles. You have been warned, lol. Apparently a lot of people found the number of puzzles a bit frustrating, or felt that some of them were excessively tricky or annoying. I find it very funny, because usually puzzles are my least favorite part of a pokemon game. But I really enjoyed the puzzles in Prism and didn’t find it annoying or offputting at all. I was sick with a cold through most of my play of Prism, and yet even in my dumb brainaddled state, I didn’t find the puzzles too difficult. I solved them all at a pretty average length of time, even the ones some people traditionally found a little unclear or confusing. (the Ruins puzzle often confuses folks, apparently, but I really didn’t have a problem with it at all.) I was briefly confused on one of the switch puzzles (and it contained an element of bad puzzle design imo– there’s a gap that you can leap down into when normally a gap of that size just gives the ‘run into wall’ sound and is not passable) but not for too long. Even the ice slide puzzles, which I traditionally hate with a passion, were not bad!

All except for one thing. The Magikarp Puzzle. Anyone who has played Prism knows what I mean. Haha, fuck that puzzle man. Even the creator of the ROM hack himself has acknowledged the puzzle was not great, heh. To be honest, I find it kind of hilarious, in a way, though. I mean, obviously it’s a nightmarishly difficult and frustrating puzzle and is intensely exhausting to look at, let alone try to solve. But it’s also kinda glorious in its demonicness. I didn’t spend too much time on it before just looking up a solution to it. It’s tedious and not fun at all, and hey, that’s OK, because even the creator realized that.

pls nerf magikarp

But seriously, outside of the magikarp puzzle, I didn’t just enjoy the puzzles in this game– I felt like they were an important part of what gave this game its character.

Fakemon

There are even a few fakemon in this game! Which I was excited to learn because I thought there weren’t! All of the fakemon are Legenderies. Unfortunately, I don’t care for most of their designs. Like, at all. I think Varaneous and Libabeel’s sprites look really, really shitty. They’re ugly and don’t match the style of Pokemon at all. This feels weird to say, since I love so much about this game, but man, there’s just no way around it, I hate ‘em. Everyone has their own tastes, of course. There’s a couple fakemon I have yet to capture– I’m finishing that up now and the very very last of the post-game. But one fakemon I did capture and ADORE LIKE NO OTHER is Phancero.

I happen to know about Phancero’s designer, because I saw their design years ago. They apparently were approached by the team and were asked permission for the use of the design, which is awesome. I won’t rant again about Phancero here because I already ranted about it before, and literally could keep ranting for pages. :P But yeah, it’s a totally creative and awesome pokemon both in idea and execution, and by FAR my favorite fakemon ever created.

Conclusion

This is the best ROM hack I have played in years and probably ever. I haven’t played hundreds of ROM hacks, but I have probably played dozens over the years. I think they are a creative and wonderful expression of the pokemon community, but let’s be honest. There’s a lot of really bad ROM hacks out there. There’s even more ROM hacks that have a lot of potential but are never finished or anywhere near completion. (And that’s perfectly understandable. People run out of time, they have real life get in the way, etc.) The fact that not only did a ROM hack of this caliber get made, but was 95-99% completed? Is fantastic. It was an intensely massive project and I cannot begin to imagine how much work it must have been. Pokemon games are normally developed by an entire team at a company, and folks are paid to do it. The comparatively small team of devs who made this game in their spare time and implemented these amazing things had to do it all on their own. It’s no wonder it took as long as it did for them to finish it; and the amount of effort SHOWS. There is so much loving attention to detail and polish to Prism. (I mean, yes, there’s still some bugs and the occasional unfinished bits, but of course there are, those were going to be finished, but then the C&D hit)

Most ROM hacks are just strong in a few areas, because it’s one or two people who have strengths or interests in a few things. So, you’ll play a hack with a really good story but terrible fakemon and mapping, or you’ll play a hack with fantastic designs of new areas, but no new story, etc. Prism kinda has everything, though. It really did feel like playing a new Gen 2 game.

(It’s now almost 11pm and oh god where did the time go. I have a problem with being concise. :P This was far longer than I intended but thank you if you’ve read this far!)

This is a repost on a new blog. The original post was on Jan 17, 2017.

[kiara-carrera]

Headcannons dating meme: Anthony x Theresa

this is under the cut because it got long really quick!

where they first met and how: they met during their childhood. their parents were all very close, so theresa and her brother spent a good deal of time with the bridgertons. however due to the 6-ish year age gap, they didn’t spend a good deal of time together and anthony most definitely viewed theresa as like an additional little sister due to her friendship with daphne

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: okay this i’m still shaky on because i sort of need season 2 to come into play (also waiting on my copies of these books to be delivered so i can have a tad more context), but there is definitely some light flirting in season 1 but it’s not super serious on his part but season 2,,,their might be a bit more even though she’s with another dude like anthony you choose now to like her????

who fell for who first (if applicable): theresa’s been head over heels for anthony since she was a teenager. at first it was kind of just like a cute lil childhood crush on her friends eldest brother but when she was like finally an adult and stuff she started taking her feelings a bit more seriously.

where their first date was and what it was like: they go promenading in the park, very nice weather, very cute, his mom chaperones from afar and is vvv happy while anthony’s like mom i’m like 30 stop embarrassing me jfc

who asks who out and how (with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’?): anthony is the one who makes the move to officially court her ... it’s very out of nowhere and kind of angsty because she’s technically courting someone else.

who proposes first: anthony

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: it’s a secret at first because once it’s clear that they’re doing this for real, she has to break off a courtship with someone else and it kind of causes a bit of a scandal because it looked like they were going to be engaged. when they do go public, it’s lowkey a shitshow

where the proposal happens and how (kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park?): so there’s an impromptu proposal and an official proposal. the impromptu one is basically the same moment as him confessing feelings because lord does he not want to see her marry someone else and it’s sort of uncalled for but he’s just putting everything out there. the second one is a bit more formal and they’re not completely alone but it’s very soft.

if they adopt any pets together: nope

who’s more dominant: anthony

where their first kiss was and what it was like: very abrupt, a little aggressive and overly passionate ... also depending on how i timeline this it may technically count as cheating pls do not come for me

if they have any matching couples stuff (mugs? sweaters? pillowcases?): i like to think their wedding bands have a matching vibe to them, but that’s sort of like a standard thing lol.

how into pda they are: not really. it’s also sort of a time era taboo anyways, but they’d only like going as far as like holding hands or a kiss on the cheek when others are around.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: anthony because he believes in being a gentleman

where their usual ‘date spot’ is (if applicable): honestly at their house, they just like quiet intimate time together.

who’s more protective: this is sort of even between them, although anthony’s more of a defend your honor publicly kind of person while theresa’s more the one who pulls him aside to be like i want you to be safe sort of like making sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

how long it is before they sleep together (can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’): their wedding night covers both of these

if they argue about anything: this is well before their relationship, but they argue a lot about his bs in s1 with berbrooke and sometimes how he gets this mightier than thou attitude with her because they’re at the point where he still views her as like just some lovesick little girl

who leaves more marks (lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc.): theresa and she has no shame in it whatsoever.

who steals whose clothes and how often: theresa’s been known to pick up his discarded shirts every once and while and wear it to bed

how they cuddle (spooning? facing each other?): sometimes it’s spooning, but sometimes they face each other and she rests her head on his chest.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: walks in the park, horseback rides, just spending time together in general.

how long they stay mad at each other: anthony can usually only go a few hours after an argument, but if theresa knows she’s right you can bet she will silent treatment the situation for like a day.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: they both drink tea but i know nothing about tea drinking so i’m not going to answer this lmao

if they ever have any children together: they will have a few! definitely not as many as his family had, but at least 2 or 3. one’s definitely going to be named in honor of her late brother.

if they have any special pet names for each other: anthony uses darling a lot while theresa’s been known to use sweetheart every now and again.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: they don’t. once they’re together, it’s a straight shot to happily ever after!

what their shared living space is like (messy? clean? what kind of decor?): elegant and definitely tidy. 

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: they probably spend it with their families, so it’s definitely a fun affair. it’ll probably be a little bit after they marry, so it’ll be a good time.

what their names are in each other’s phones: this is not relevant to them for obvious reasons

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ (buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening?): none as of right now!

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: theresa for both, but she likes to wake up on the real early side which sort of drives anthony up a wall.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: theresa lives to be little spoon but on occasion she likes to be big spoon

who hogs the bathroom: i think based on regency styles, probably theresa based on the aspects of everything that goes into looking “presentable” but i really want to say anthony because i just think it’s amusing to think about him sorting out his sideburns every day.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: anthony’s in the business of whacking spiders swiftly while theresa’s like hold on let me get something to scoop him up to put him back outside.

[paellaplease]

Firebird | Chap.2

Summary: 105 years before the hero’s resurrection, a young woman trained under ancient knowledge once forgotten- enchants her very first weapon. For the sake of research and in search of a warrior worthy to wield it, she is sent to Rito Village, immediately clashing with the local archer, Revali, a bird too prideful for his own good.

Surviving deadly road-trips, sudden drops, and a hand bearing a Sheikah rune with a penchant for catching fire, she slowly begins to uncover the secrets behind who she once was and the old evil that lies asleep in the mountains beyond.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 2: The Chief

Good news and bad news. Fate plots her course and laughs in her face.

*

  The enchanted dagger hung heavy from inside its decorative scabbard as she ascended the multiple wooden steps taking her near the summit of Rito Village. Along with her backpack full of notes, books and supplies, she was also unnecessarily armed to the teeth, by her standards at least. 

Teacher carries twice this many weapons to a village picnic. 

Maiya felt silly, listening to the dagger at her hip clank noisily alongside the sound of her other sheathed throwing knives. She felt more like a bag of metal than a mysterious enchanter from a land far away. The thought made her snort.

The young woman adjusted her now shoulder length hair, tucking it underneath her newly acquired bandana. She quietly mourned for its comforting weight when it used to hang long and healthy at her waist. Brushing it out in the morning was one of her few indulgences, and now with it gone she felt an uncomfortable gap in her usual routine.

The bandana was yellow and scratchy, but it was cheap and did the job in hiding her lopsided haircut. This is your punishment for not paying attention to your surroundings.

Maiya shrugged, clicking her tongue and clutching the railing at her side with a bit more force than necessary. There were more important things to worry about. 

It’s just hair.

Humming a cheerful old folk-song, she attempted to summon her final dredges of courage as the number of stairs left began to dwindle. She was nearing the top and getting closer to the Rito Chieftain’s office.

As much as she hated to admit it, the near second brush with death had rattled her enough to have cost her sleep the night before. And she found herself more of a nervous wreck this lovely morning than she usually was. Comfy and plush the bed may have been at the Rito Stable, she spent the evening tossing and turning, plagued by night terrors.

For a moment, she thought it was the same nightmare she usually saw. Skeletons on horseback, metal clashing on metal. Voices, so many voices, calling out for her to run .

However this time instead of a sword plunging into her gut as she turned away, it was an arrow, coated in blue feathers, soaring straight and true towards her, piercing her skull’s soft flesh just between her eyes.

Maiya had awoken early that morning, finding it difficult to return to sleep. She packed her things and tipped the stablemaster, setting out for the village which blurred the lines between earth and sky, and reaching the connecting bridge by early afternoon.

Anxiously, she flexed her gloved left hand, willing the aching buzz of energy emanating from the rune underneath to recede. The soft glow seemed bluer, it’s shine reminding her of the Rito she had met the day before. 

Not all travellers that passed by the forge at Akkala were sunshine and rainbows. Some were quite icy, or downright uncivil, her mentor not wasting any time to throw them out should they had overstayed their welcome. 

However…him. What was his name again? That Rito. He was rude, callous, and absolutely full of it. Which made his willingness to help her all the more suspicious and confusing. 

Maiya half expected the oversized bird to lead her towards a bokoblin camp in revenge to her interrupting his target practice. However, she was pleasantly surprised to find that his directions were indeed correct, and that she found herself back onto the Highway within hours instead of days. 

What a weird guy. 

At her thoughts, her hand glowed brighter. Surprisingly, the usual accompanying pain felt dulled. Almost…non-existent. 

She glared at her left hand, pulsing like a blue beacon underneath her glove. Hush , she thought. 

Another worrying memory gnawed at her brain as she climbed the final steps, clutching the railing to catch her breath. Back there, faced with the threat of imminent death, the rune on her hand reacted accordingly, reaching out to neutralize whatever threat was heading towards its host. 

In hindsight, the protective fire wouldn’t have made it anyway, and the arrow would have killed her instantly. But the memory of a glowing blue light and the confusion she felt at a heavily feathered something running towards her still remained. 

Maiya grimaced, looking out at the bright, blue sky to her right. ‘Helpful’ as the Rito archer may have been, she wonders how friendly he would be if he finds out she nearly burnt him to a crisp. Good riddance. I hope we never cross paths again.

Three more steps, two, then one. She reached the entrance of the Chieftain’s office. What was a light breeze from below was now a strong gust of wind at the summit, playing with the wisps of hair that had escaped her bandana and making her clutch her brown traveler’s coat tighter as she suppressed a violent shiver. 

The outside of the hut was decorated with colourful silks and cloth, all printed with a white symbol of an oddly shaped half-circle with two wing-like geometric shapes fanning out from either side. She recognised it from her history classes with her mentor, the sacred Rito sigil. An emblem that had survived centuries of history. 

Along with the banners, shells and chimes were strung up and hung along sections of the hut. They danced merrily in the wind, creating soft music which worked well in reducing some of her nervous panic. She wondered where they came from, the shells in particular, some looked to be from mostly molluscs. 

Someone to her left just cleared their throat.

“Uh…Miss? Are you alright?”

Maiya blinked, shaking her head and turning to whoever just spoke. 

It was a Rito, clad in brown leather armour. He had piercing blue eyes, which stood out like two bright stars against the coal black of his plumage. The partisan spear gripped in his right wing, and the bright red sash with the Rito emblem secured neatly to his waist indicated that he was probably some sort of guard.

One second passed. Then another.

Oh dear.

“I was staring off into space again wasn’t I?”

Surprisingly, a small, shy smile graced the guard’s severe stony face. “Perhaps,” he said, shrugging awkwardly. “You looked like you were trying very hard to set that yellow cloth on fire with your mind.”

Maiya let out a shaky laugh. Yikes, bit too close to home, birdie. 

“Sorry,” she said. Rocking back on her heels and scratching the back of her head in embarrassment. “Anxious habit, I guess I’m a bit nervous to meet your chieftain…”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” The guard smiled kindly. “Chief Kamori is a wise and just leader. He has been dedicating himself to our village since I was a chick." 

He quickly surveyed her appearance. Though his gaze was purely calculating, Maiya still felt a tad self-conscious as his eyes took in her worn coat and old leathers. The guard seemed to understand where some of her stress was coming from, beak quirking into a serene smile. "He worries little about formalities, Hylian guest, so do not feel concerned over not packing your finest silks and messing up your curtsey,” he winked good-naturedly.

Thank Hylia .

The guard turned his head towards the Chieftain’s hut, “I’ve watched him govern our great village for many years now. He treats all that meet him with respect and honesty.” The Rito then stood to attention, stamping his staff on the ground and making Maiya jump.

“We only ask that you do the same.”

Filled with new understanding, Maiya’s shoulders relaxed. “That’s a reasonable request to ask for,” she smiled. 

She stepped forward to the cloth door, “Oh! By the way,” she said. “My name is Maiya, what’s yours?" 

"Talako,” he said. “Protector of the Chief and Guardian to the peoples of Rito Village." 

"Thank you Talako, hope to see you around I guess?”

“I hope so too, Miss Maiya." 

And with that, she pulled the curtains back and stepped inside. 

The Chieftain’s office was small and humble. Minimally decorated save for the large oak table which sat at the corner of the room. Glass lamps strung with carefully woven rope hung from the high ceiling, swinging lightly in the breeze. 

Tall windows surrounded her from all sides, all kept wide open as the cool Tabantha air danced and whistled through the room, carrying the sweet scent of flowers and fruit. Beyond was a stunning view of the snowy Hebra mountainside, with rolling hills and white capped peaks which disappeared into the clouds. 

Finally, in the middle of the room sat the Chieftain.

The Chief’s eyes were kind. His right eye was a dark shade of green, the same colour of grass after rain in the lush fields of her hometown. It was relatively clear, unharmed, contrasting with the milky white of his left eye, a long, old scar running jagged across it.

He was a rather large Rito, widely built and towering over her by a fair margin. His brown feathers were fading to grey in his old age, with the ones that grew under his beak decorated with silver plates and beads, braided to resemble a three pointed beard. 

She’d never met a Chief before. Maiya didn’t know what she was expecting. Someone grander maybe? A throne instead of a rocking chair? But a part of her felt relieved. This Chief looked understanding, fair. He was dressed conservatively in simple cream clothes, the only splash of colour being a green scarf printed with the Rito emblem tied neatly around his neck. 

Maiya’s eyes continued to roam the room, noticing the tapestry that hung at the back wall. Shells and feathers were woven into the fabric, with splashes of beautiful colour laced into its intricate weaving and embroidery. 

It depicted a surprisingly wingless Rito, golden light surrounding them like a halo. They were dressed in a red and gold robe, which fanned out dramatically across the tapestry like a crashing wave. Flying down from the heavens to meet the flightless bird was a giant serpent like dragon. Its scales were the colour of wildfire, with outstretched claws that gripped and curled around a snow-white mountain. The Rito was reaching an arm up, as if to grab the bright star which rested in the beast’s gaping maw. 

It was beautiful.

The Chieftain held out a wing, "Hoo! Hello!” he gestured for her to step further into the room. “Come in, let me have a better look at you! These eyes aren’t the same as they used to be, more a bat than a hawk unfortunately.”

The leader of the Rito squinted his good eye at her as she approached, widening as she stepped into the light. The expression he had on his face was puzzling. Open, almost trusting. As if he recognised the person standing before him now. Which would be impossible as this was their first meeting. 

Stop overthinking. 

“Hoo,” he smiled, “Are you the young Maiya that Nisandrey has been telling me so much about?”

That caught her off-guard. It was rare that she ever heard her mentor’s name spoken out loud. Let alone so casually by someone she’s never met.

“Yes…that’s me. Do you know my Teacher well?”

“Hmm,” the Chieftain said, turning his head to the stack of letters on the oak table. One of them was still rolled open, her mentor’s signature in the bottom in her favourite red ink.

“She and I have been friends for a very long time, young one.” He breathed, voice as light as the wind around them. “She says that you are progressing well in your studies.”

Maiya felt her ears go red, biting her tongue and clasping her hands behind her back to stop her from yelling out and fist pumping in the air. HOLY SHIT! YES! Yeah! Woohoo-

Instead.

She bowed her head bashfully. “Thank you, Chieftain. That is good to hear, especially coming from her." 

The wise Rito chuckled, "No need to be so humble, young Maiya.” He then began to sit up slowly, minding his back as his talons touched the floor. “Where are my manners? I am Chief Kamori of the Rito Village. But you may just call me Kamori if you wish." 

He walked to the side of the room, pulling a chair towards his and gesturing to her with an open wing to take a seat. "It has been a long time since an Enchanter had stepped foot on this village.” She thanked him and sat gently into the plush chair. Rito furniture, there’s just nothing else like it!

“Hardly an Enchanter,” Maiya said, relieving her shoulders from the weight of her travel pack. “I was granted the title just a moment before I left.”

Kamori smiled, eyes far away. “Ancient tales say that to be called an Enchanter means to have endured years of hard-work and intense study.” Sadness seemed to mingle with his voice as he continued. “Regardless of when it was made official, you are what you are now, do not belittle the efforts which have brought you to this point.” 

She gazed down at her left hand, wondering to what extent her mentor revealed to Kamori of her abilities. Enchanting was a science as old as ancient history, but the methods she used were rather unconventional. Moreso magical even- an opinion Teacher would never agree with. If she focused hard enough, she could feel the active hum of energy running through the veins and nerves underneath the lines of her scar. The rune on her hand made everything easier, but the pain and fatigue that followed almost always trumped the allowances. 

Many evenings she wondered if it was truly her skill and knowledge aiding her, or the rune acting as a permanent crutch. She was happy with her accomplishment, she wouldn’t deny that, but making a point to constantly take credit felt wrong somehow. Like she was cheating. 

Maiya’s lips curved, bitter. Pride was never her forte anyway. 

A short pause settled between her and the Chief when she finally remembered why she was here in the first place. Business now, self-deprecating internal rant later. Quickly, she reached down to the enchanted dagger at her side, unbuckling the scabbard and presenting it to the Rito Chieftain. “It will not harm anyone while sheathed, but please still be careful not to touch it,” she said. 

“There’s a defect I still need to work through. From what I gathered, the elemental energy infused within it is still tied to mine. Teacher believes the ancient masters met this issue as well in the beginning stages.” She frowned, shaking her head. Don’t think he would appreciate a lecture . “The dagger burns all except for me, a powerful enchanter, and…"

“The warrior you deem worthy to wield it,” Kamori finished, smiling knowingly. 

Maiya’s shoulders dropped. There it is. “Yes,” she breathed. “And you probably know that’s the reason why I am here.”

“Hooo, you are correct child. Dear Nisandrey…”

Maiya shivered. Such an endearing term before such a terrifying woman’s name was so unnatural.

“…has informed me of the details. You are very lucky, we have already named the village’s most skilled archer and fighter a few years ago. During the time, Nisandrey was invited to survey our new line of lightweight armour and weaponry, but unfortunately she had to decline due to previously scheduled…appointments.” The way his voice rose and dipped at the word appointments in a rough imitation of her mentor’s own accent made her laugh in surprise. Kamori sat back in his rocking chair, pleased. 

"I warn you enchanter, the Rito warrior is skilled, but young. He can be quite vocal of his achievements and I’ve been told this can be slightly off-putting at times,” He paused, deliberating over how he should salvage her opinion of their chosen after his quick admission. “However, he is inherently good of heart and extremely diligent. I’m sure you will both find a way to get along.”

A bell chimed in the distance, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings.

"Hoo! I believe that is him now.”

Maiya stood from her seat, sheathing the dagger and turning to face the mysterious Rito that had just entered the room. 

“Welcome back home, Revali, Pride of the Rito.”

Growing up, Maiya never really had much in the way of an extended family, or friends rather outside from the other smiths who frequented the workshop. 

Hence, she can’t say she’s ever had the honour of experiencing the specific, delicious concoction of embarrassment, anger, and surprise from being on the other end of a prank or practical joke. And for many years, she was happy to keep it that way. Till now.

This is a joke right. 

Her eyes were wide. Scanning the newcomer in disbelief.

Jade anklets, blue feathers, a familiar scowling beak. 

Haha…

I’m in danger.

The chair behind her let out a loud screech , and she belatedly realised that she was unconsciously backing away and towards the nearest exit, which in this case was a window opening up to an at least 30 story drop.

She could feel her heart galloping in her ears.

To make matters worse, in response to her panic, the rune underneath her glove started to glow once more, sizzling the leather. A trail of black smoke rose from the ruined material, making her predicament obvious even as she tried to hide her hand behind her back.

Across the room, the Rito known as Revali stood, royal blue feathers ruffling as he slowly began to process who exactly he was looking at.

“What are you doing here?”

Maiya raised her smoking hand and waved awkwardly, “Uh…hello again.”

'Idiot! You big dumbass! What the hell was that?’

I don’t know I panicked!

“Hooo,” Kamori smiled, oblivious to the heavy cloud of animosity that now hovered over the two. “It seems you both already know each other. Excellent.”

[saxxxology]

THE CURSED - Ch.8

Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2300

OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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When winter began to arrive, Sam and Dean busied themselves with fixing the cottage up. Snow had already begun to fall in some areas, and they couldn’t afford to wait any longer to prepare the home. Sam refused to stay in town for the winter, fearing that his presence might make the townspeople uneasy, so Dean and Jo volunteered to help the couple transform the home so that it would keep them safe and warm.

The women cleared off the old slate, grass, and tested the strength of the wooden beams and boards. When they were satisfied that they would hold, Sam and Dean began bringing massive bushels of grass down from the hills, using Shadow and Pala to carry them. Y/N and Jo spread the grass across the roof, and then slid large slabs of slate and rock over it to hold it down. Dean poured buckets of water from the lake over the seals to test for leaks, and when it passed the test, they all counted it as a job well done.

The four of them managed to do that in one day. Sam’s next concern was food. The cottage had a small cellar that was built back into the hill, just large enough to store two barrels of grain and a couple racks of cheese. They had to fit enough food to last three weeks inside; with winter, travel to the main town would be almost impossible, and food would run out quickly, even more since Y/N was another mouth to feed.

They rode the horses into town and ambled steadily around the marketplace. Sam selected two wheels of soft cheese, twenty pounds of dried, salted pork, and arranged for two barrels of honey mead to be put into into their wagon. While Sam gave the shopkeepers their earnings, Y/N wandered a couple stalls away to look through an assortment of winter vegetables.

“Any pennies to spare, m’Lord?”

Sam looked down to see a beggar huddled against the wall of a building, wrapped in a tattered old blanket. Sam fumbled in his pocket and pulled out six spare pennies, which he dropped into the man’s shriveled hand. “Get yourself someplace warm and something to eat.” He said. “You shouldn’t be out here in the cold.”

The man mumbled his thanks, and Sam crossed to the vegetable stall and found Y/N sliding a few potatoes into her rucksack, handing over three pennies in exchange. He placed his hand on her lower back and offered a smile to the owner of the stall, who lowered his eyes in fear.

“Come,” he gripped Y/N’s hand in his own and continued down the lane. They loaded the saddlebags with their goods and said goodbye to Dean and Jo at the beginning of the trail.

Like most visits to town, they returned home just as the sun began to set. Sam unpacked the saddlebags as Y/N began a fire inside, and when he entered, she was setting a pot of water on the hearth.

“What’re you making?” He asked, setting their bags on the table.

“Supper,” she replied with a smile, “I figured that since we’ve gotten beef, I could cook that with some potatoes and carrots.”

Sam shrugged out of his cape and draped it across the end of the bed before stepping out of his boots. “Want some help?”

“Sam, I love you dearly,” she stretched up and kissed him, “but I believe that you should allow me to prepare our meals.”

Truthfully, Y/N’s cooking had much improved much since she’d begun life in the cottage. The necessity for fine food was a product of her culinary education, personal standards, and the fact that Sam was a mediocre cook at best.

Sam nodded. “Very well, then.”

“Besides,” Y/N slipped her hand down between their bodies and gripped him softly through his trousers, “I’ll always find this much more entertaining than your food.”

Sam grabbed her and kissed her, hard. “You keep that up, I’ll have you right here, right now. Make love to you until you're shaking and can't remember anyone’s name but mine.”

She giggled as he indeed wrestled her onto the bed and kissed over her neck. “No! No, let me up or I’ll never finish dinner!”

“In that case,” Sam grabbed her skirts and started to push the layers of cloth up, “I’ll just eat you instead.”

She laughed and pushed against his chest. “After dinner you can do whatever you like, but I would appreciate a full stomach, if you don’t mind.”

Sam grinned and rutted himself against her thighs. “I could give you a full stomach right now and save you the trouble of cooking.”

Y/N gasped and smacked him on the shoulder. “You’re a horrible man, Winchester! You’ll get no dinner at all if you continue to behave like that.” She pushed him off and listened to him laugh behind her, and she couldn’t help but giggle at his forwardness.

Their life as lovers had quieted since their first month together, and as happy as Sam was to take her whenever either of them felt the urge, they reserved those energies for when they needed them. He knew his next rut would be upon him soon, and Y/N was due for a heat near the end of the month.

What he couldn’t explain was why she hadn’t borne a child yet. They’d first made love right at her most fertile point, and continued at the point of her heats every month. She should have been heavy with child by now, but her stomach was flat as ever, lessened even more by the effects of running around the mountains and hauling bucket after bucket of water from the lake to the cottage.

He stayed quiet, instead reclining on the bed and watching her intently. She expertly cut and seasoned the meat with garlic and dried herb leaves before tossing both slabs into the pan with spoonfuls of fresh, creamy butter.

“Y/N?”

She slid the hot pan into the embers at the base of the hearth and turned to face him. “Yes?”

“Have you ever thought about raising a family?” He asked.

She tilted her head and began chopping carrots and potatoes on the tabletop. “I have you, and Dean, and Jo. You’re my family.”

“I know we are, but…” Sam swallowed and looked at his hands, “have you wondered about having a child?”

She continued cutting the vegetables, but didn't reply for a few seconds. “I’ve thought about it, yes.”

“And?”

She sighed. “I feel… I feel too young.”

“You’re mature beyond your years,” Sam rose and went to her side, watched her sweep her handiwork onto a plate, and then crumble more spices and herbs over the pieces. “You’re smart and strong and beautiful and you would be a perfect mother…” He set his palm against her stomach and watched as she looked down, laying her own fingers over his. “I don’t understand why… why we haven't conceived yet.”

“I don’t know why either…” she whispered, “but I do know that I feel too young to be a mother. I’m only eighteen, you’re almost a decade older than me. And there’s your curse… it could pass to the baby.”

“I wouldn’t allow that.”

She turned to look up at him. “We don’t know that, Sam. But for now, I’m content to just be.”

Sam nodded and kissed the top of her head before backing away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to press.”

She shook her head and carried the bowl to the fireplace, where she tossed another spoonful of butter into another pan, let it sizzle, and then slid the vegetables in. “It’s all right,” she sniffed and stirred her ingredients with a spoon, “maybe it’s me.”

“What?”

“Maybe I’m the reason we’ve not conceived.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, I just… I have a feeling. I’ve not had a cycle since my second heat with you and…” she shook her head, her brow pinching as she frowned. “Can we not speak about it?”

He nodded and walked to her, kneeling by her side and cupping her face in both hands. “I swear never to mention it again unless you’d like,” he murmured. “How long until supper?”

“Not long,” she rested her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him. “Here, clean the table, we can talk about better things once we eat.”

***

“You said earlier that I could do whatever I like.”

Y/N dropped the pillow in her hand as Sam wrapped his arms around her from behind. He nibbled at the shell of her ear and cupped her breasts in both hands. “I’d love to hear you moan for me.”

Y/N giggled and tipped her head back so Sam could press a soft kiss to her lips. He had just returned from pushing the two stones over the windows and the chill of the night was still on his hands, not aided by the water he’d used to clean them. “Your fingers are cold.”

Sam growled playfully and pulled her skirt up to slide his hands between her thighs. “Will you let me warm them up?”

She shivered and fell forward onto the bed, laughing out loud when Sam turned her onto her back and reached for her bodice. “You won’t get me riled up if you touch me with cold hands.”

Sam hauled her back to her feet and made quick work of her dress, letting the entire outfit drop to the floor, “Then I’ll warm them like this.” He watched her lie back on the bed and stripped himself, not going to touch her again until they were both naked. He slid one hand up her belly, up between her breasts, and dipped two fingers into her parted lips.

Y/N eagerly closed her mouth, the edges of her teeth sharp, tongue and lips warm as she sucked on his fingers like she’d learned to suck on his cock. Sam moaned and reached down to take his hardening member in his free palm. He pumped his fingers between her lips, feeling her tongue sweep over them. When he tried to pull them free, she gripped his wrist and held his hand steady.

His cock throbbed in his hand, and looking down, he saw her growing wetter, her folds glistening with arousal. “I want to be inside you,” he muttered.

She pulled her lips off his fingers with a quiet popping noise. “Than take me, Alpha. Take me, I’m all yours.”

Sam knelt between Y/N’s thighs and pulled her into his lap, hands cupped under her ass. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him softly as he hoisted her up, lined his manhood with her entrance, and allowed her to slide down. Like always, her body accepted him with some resistance due to his size, and Sam kissed over her throat as she relaxed to allow him deeper.

His thrusts were gentle, long, slow rolls of his hips up into her wet, willing body. Her breathy moans filled his ears, and he stayed quiet only to avoid spoiling them with his own. When she tightened her grip on his shoulders and urged him to go faster, he lay her on her back and stretched over her, feeling her small hands against his back as he pressed deeper into her until he met resistance and couldn’t go any farther.

“Give me your hand,” he whispered, taking her fingers in his. He pressed her palm against her lower belly and thrust up, grinning wickedly when he knew she could feel him there, inside her. “I’ve felt you there many times, but you’ve never felt it yourself…”

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, “I never thought I could…”

Sam replaced her hand with his own and pressed down, changing the angle of his hips so that he could hit the spot that made her entire body shake. She stiffened and cried out, her nails digging hard into his lower back. Sam groaned, but the pain shot down to the root of his cock, making his thrusts stutter, hips smacking into the cradle of her body.

She came with a quiet cry, her legs shaking as she hooked them tighter over his hips, mouth open against his shoulder. Her climax burned, hot in her belly, warm as it flowed through her blood until she was dizzy and high off the ecstasy.

He stiffened above her and let out a gasping groan as he pressed closer, deeper, and spilled himself, filling her to the brim as his thighs shook with the force of his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, panting hard as his cock pumped the last of his release into his Omega’s womb. Under him, she strained, heels digging into the backs of his thighs. When he relaxed, she reached down and smacked her hand across the firm, smooth skin of his ass.

“What was that for?” He asked, gripping the hand she’d smacked him with. “I’ll get you back for hitting your Alpha like that, little Omega.”

“Mm, you like the pain,” she tilted her head and gazed up at him, “you cum harder when I dig my nails in, like this,” she pressed her nails into the curve of his ass and felt him lurch forward, groaning with the sensation.

“Maybe you’re right,” Sam rolled her on top of him and brought his palm down on her ass, watching as she jumped with the sting. “But you like it as well, Princess.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’ve not called me that in months.”

Sam grinned and sat up to kiss her. “If you’d like, I could start up again. Call it a nickname.”

“And what should be your nickname?”

Sam arched his eyebrow. “Oh, I think Alpha should suit me just fine.”

“Well then, Alpha,” Y/N cupped her face and kissed him softly, “I do believe we should bathe and sleep.”

He grinned and pressed his palm against her ass. “Sleep naked, I hope?”

Y/N moaned and tipped her head back so he could kiss down her throat. “Anything you wish, Alpha.”

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Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

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OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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Two grueling weeks later, the trio reached the small village of Dolgellau. They’d sold several of their provisions and fancy garments from their previous hosts, and took advantage of the town’s flourishing market to spend a portion of their newfound money on new, more comfortable clothing for Y/N and several pounds of food. While they walked, Y/N noted people shrinking away from them, eyes downcast.

As they exited the marketplace, they passed through several thatched huts that surrounded the little town. “Which one is yours?” She asked.

Dean answered her. “Mine is just over the hill. Sam doesn’t live here.”

She looked up at the Alpha. “Where?”

“Five miles away, behind the mountain, by the lake Llyn Cau.” Sam answered her.

“Why so far away?”

The brothers shared a glance, and Y/N saw Sam fidget with the belt of his pants. “I enjoy the solitude,” he supplied. “And Shadow likes having her own paddock to run free in.”

Y/N nodded, although she kept in mind the looks on the villager’s faces as they passed. How they’d seemed almost scared of the brothers. Or more of Sam rather than Dean.

They rode up to a small hut on the edge of the town, close to the forest. Dean called out, and the door flew open. A young blonde raced from the hut and leapt into his arms, laughing as he swung her around. She was tall for an Omega, but Dean didn’t seem to mind as he bent and kissed her.

“I take it this is Joanna Beth.” Y/N smiled as Sam slid from the saddle.

“‘Tis indeed,” Sam helped her down and gripped her hand firmly in his as the couple separated. “They haven’t seen each other in nearly three months. She likes being called Jo, if you should speak with her.”

Jo turned to see Sam and rushed up to him, wrapping her arms around him. Sam returned the hug, lifting her off the ground. Y/N laughed as Dean shot his brother a playfully angry look, and when Jo’s feet were firmly planted on the ground, she turned to her.

“And who is this?” She spoke with a light Scottish accent, just like her mother. “Sam, did you finally take another one?”

Another one?

“I did,” Sam slipped his arm around Y/N’s waist. “Jo, this is Y/N.”

Jo wrapped her arms around Y/N, hugging her tightly. “It’s so great to meet you, Y/N. Come inside, all of you. There’s fresh milk and I’ve pulled cakes out of the oven just a few minutes ago.”

Sam and Y/N followed the couple inside and sat down at the small table. The hut was small, the only furniture the table they sat at, stone oven, washtub, and rickety-looking bed in the corner. Herbs hung from the ceiling and a vase of wildflowers sat in the open window.

Jo set a hot plate of cakes in front of them, along with several mismatched cups and a pitcher of fresh milk. They ate, talked, and laughed for almost two hours, and as the town bells tolled for five o’clock, Sam stood, pulling his beloved cloak from the floor and slinging it around his shoulders.

“We should go, it’s getting dark.” He offered Jo a smile. “Thank you for the cakes, they were delicious as always.”

He bent to kiss her cheek as the others rose from the table. The brothers gripped hands before moving into a hug.

“Beannachd leat, a bhràthair.” Dean spoke quietly. “If any news comes, I’ll bring it instantly.”

“Tapadh leat,” Sam released his older brother and took Y/N’s hand as they walked outside towards the horses, who were busy grazing around the house.

Y/N reached for Shadow’s saddle when Sam lifted her up, and she gripped the horse’s mane as he climbed up behind her. Dean touched her knee and kissed the back of her hand.

“Keep out of trouble,” he warned her, a smile playing on his lips. “We’ll be seeing you soon.”

Sam clicked his tongue and turned Shadow around, raising a hand in farewell as she cantered down the lane and turned onto a narrow path.

They continued on for another hour, journeying around the mountain until they came upon a range of hills. There was a stone cottage situated several hundred feet from a dark blue lake, and a large paddock behind. The back wall of the cottage rested against a large hill, and the front door was covered by a massive stone, as well as two others that blocked off what looked like small windows.

“Is this…?”

Sam nodded and dismounted. He walked Shadow into the paddock and helped Y/N to the ground before undoing the saddle and rucksacks. Y/N slung the heavy packs over her shoulders (she’d gathered quite a bit of strength over the past weeks) as Sam carried the saddle and reins.

“Stand back,” Sam warned her when they reached the door. He dropped the riding gear onto a wooden saddle stand and braced himself against the stone. He was strong enough to roll it to the side, and it fell the the ground with a thud that reverberated through the ground. He slid the other two to the side and stumbled back, cheeks flushed pink with exertion.

“There,” he took the rucksacks from Y/N and opened the door, allowing her to pass inside.

The room was dim and cold; Y/N could barely make anything out. Sam dropped the packs and his weapons before closing the door and going to the fireplace. He pulled a steel rod and flint from the small mantle and rapidly prepared a small fire before striking sparks onto a small pile of dried moss. Within seconds the flames lit the room, and Y/N gazed around.

The floor was stone, and small lines of moss grew in the little cracks between the individual slabs. The walls were lined with slabs of rock, filled between with mud to close the gaps.

There was a table in the corner of the room, accompanied by two sturdy-looking chairs. A large bed sat against the far wall, draped with several linen sheets and two cream-colored pillows. When the fire began to heat the room, Y/N was taken aback by just how simple the place was.

“Sam, it’s,” she gazed around as he straightened up, “it’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he paced over to her and let his hands rest on her waist. “But it is not fit for a Princess by any standards.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's cold,” Sam explained sheepishly, “and sometimes when it rains the back wall weeps where it's pressed against the hill. There's not much for furniture inside, but… I've never had a woman living with me, not here, at least.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked the long hair at the base of his neck. “It’s perfect. I love it, and I love you.”

Sam kissed her, pulling her as close as he could. “I love you too.” He gripped the fabric of her dress in both hands and pulled up. She obediently raised her arms and shook out her hair as Sam lifted the garment over her head and let it drop to the floor. He filled his palms with her breasts and growled before nipping at her lower lip.

“We haven’t…” Y/N swallowed, her voice thick with lust, “not since the day before the wedding…”

Sam nodded and skimmed his hands over her hips, down to her ass. “I know… but it’s been a long day, we should wash and sleep. Besides, we have all day tomorrow.”

Y/N whined and batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you sure?”

Sam smiled and kissed her again. “I’d rather make love with you while we’re not both half-asleep. I’ll wake you in the morning?”

Y/N nodded and stepped out of her boots. “Yes, Sam.”

***

The following morning, Y/N was woken by the sound of birds chirping outside. The breeze washed through the open windows, cool and sweet. When she reached out behind her, she felt that the bed was empty.

“Sam?” She murmured. When there was no answer, she sat up, clutching the bed sheet to her naked chest. The cottage was empty, alight with the morning sun that shone through the windows. She rose, adjusting her nightshirt around her shoulders. Sam had spread his massive cloak out on the floor, and the fur was soft on her feet as she went to the door.

The sky was clear and blue. The sun shone down on the hills, and Y/N stepped out onto the soft grass, inhaling the scent of the earth around her. Sam was in the paddock, with Shadow on a long lead. The sun beat down on his bare shoulders, and his trousers were buttoned loosely over his hips. He clicked his tongue, encouraging Shadow to begin a canter as Y/N walked up and leaned on the railing.

She lost herself in watching him work with the horse, the way his muscles flexed under golden skin as he adjusted his grip on the rope. It seemed like something every girl might want or imagine, but Y/N was completely at peace.

A few minutes later, he allowed the horse to slow and let her walk up to face him. He pulled a small apple from his pocket and smiled as Shadow eagerly devoured it before untying the rope and letting her run free.

“Enjoying yourself?” He strode up to the fence and wrapped the rope around one of the poles. “I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful young woman staring at me.”

Y/N smiled and stretched her arms above her head as Sam hopped over the railing. “You said you’d wake me.”

Sam folded his arms and leaned down to kiss her. “I couldn’t. You looked too peaceful and you fell asleep right in the middle of saying goodnight. You needed rest.”

“Well, since it was only my first night here,” Y/N smiled and reached up to brush a lock of hair out of his face. “There’ll be many mornings for you to do as you please.”

Sam pulled her close and kissed her. “The same goes for you, love.”

Y/N giggled as Sam took her hand and began leading her across the little valley and up over the hill. “Are you going to take advantage of me now?”

He laughed. “Not yet. I want to show you around.”

They journeyed over the hills for several hours. They found a large bush of wild blackberries and busied themselves with devouring the sweet, tart fruit, harvesting the rest for that evening. Finally, they lay down to rest on the hill above the lake and dozed off, awakening as the sun began to dip towards the horizon. They quickly hurried back and Sam led her towards the lake.

The two of them stepped across the pebbles (Y/N with some hesitation due to her bare feet) and Sam kicked his boots off before stepping into the shallow water. “Come on,” he watched as Y/N eyed the water suspiciously. “You can swim, can’t you?”

Swallowing, Y/N shook her head and looked at the deep blue surface. “I never learned.”

Sam held out his arms. “I won’t let you drown.”

Y/N allowed Sam to hold her hand in his as he walked further into the water. Her nightdress swirled around her knees, and when she couldn’t see the smooth rocks on the bottom, she insisted that he stop. Sam obliged and stood behind her, his arms looped around her torso.

“Why do you choose to live here?” She asked. “It’s so… it’s beautiful, but it’s lonely.”

“The townspeople fear me,” he replied. “They know what I am, they know what I am capable of, and they saw you…” he rested his cheek on the top of her head. “I can only imagine what they thought of us. They probably saw you as my victim, my unwilling Omega. Look at me,” he whispered, turning her so he could look into her eyes. “I love you, Y/N. I’m never letting anything or anyone hurt you ever again.”

He kissed her, his hands floating down to hold her waist. Her fingers pressed against his chest as Sam lifted the fabric of her dress, bunching it around her hips.

“I want to make love to you,” He groaned, “right now.”

She squealed loudly as he lifted her up, slinging her over his shoulder and carrying her to shore. “Wait, Sam, we should eat—”

He grumbled and smacked his palm on one cheek of her ass. “Fine, but after, you’re mine.”

***

Together, they prepared a meal of bread, cheese, and dried pork. They ate in silence and cleaned before Sam poured them both wine and built a fire. They sat on the cloak-turned-rug and Sam pulled Y/N against his side as they watched the flames lick at the stone walls.

A question lingered at the forefront of her mind, and for the first time, she had the opportunity to ask it, no distractions.

“You never…” she swallowed. “Sam, you never told me about why your eyes turned yellow.”

Sam inhaled and kissed her hair. “Do we have to talk about it right now?” He dipped his head and kissed her hungrily. “We could make love instead. We haven’t yet.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, Sam. I need to know.”

He sighed and dropped his forehead onto her shoulder, practically whining his displeasure. “Y/N, I—”

“Sam, I’m not letting you avoid this,” she interrupted. “Please. Tell me, or I won’t allow you to make love to me at all.”

Sam grumbled and turned to face her. His face was frozen in apprehension, but she’d seen him work through more difficult things.

"Before you," Sam cleared his throat, “I had another Omega until five years ago. Her name was Jessica, and I, uh, I lost her."

Y/N stiffened. So that’s what Jo had meant by ‘another one.’ “How?”

"I used to have a home," Sam said quietly, "in a small town in Canterbury. Jess and I had been friends since childhood, and eventually we became mates.” His jaw tightened. “I don’t know why, but I never married her… I suppose I was happy enough having her as my mate alone. Anyways… there was a hound that would come at night, at least once a week. He was massive, and he had these yellow eyes that you could see even if it was pitch black. There were a few like him that roamed the countryside, we called them gadhar ifrinna.”

“Hellhounds?”

Sam nodded. “Nobody knew where they came from. But people in our town called them the Yellow-Eyed Demons, or Yellow Eyes. They would come at night, kill our livestock, terrorize the town, then leave.” He swallowed again. “After a while, they began going after the villagers if they went too far into the woods, and then the hounds began breaking into homes. People stopped going outside at night and bolted their doors with steel, but it didn't work. Eventually, Dean, myself, and several other men gathered together, began hunting them…" Tears filled his eyes and Y/N heard his voice tremble. “One night, we were far into the woods, and then we heard townspeople screaming and the bells tolling… we rushed back, and I found Jess in our home.”

Y/N felt tears prick her own eyes as Sam rubbed at his. “It… God, there was so much blood… she was still alive, and I tried to save her, tried to stop the bleeding, but she just… she was too hurt to survive. After that, I swore on my life that I'd kill the hound that slaughtered her if it meant I died doing it too.” He sniffed. “And I did.”

“When?"

"A month after Jess, it came back, and I was ready for him," Sam said. "I charged him in the middle of the town square and ran the damned thing through, listened to him howl in pain as the iron blade pierced its black heart. I didn't back away until he lay dead at my feet."

Y/N trembled. "Something else happened, didn't it?"

Sam nodded. "I was bitten during the fight, on my arm, right here.” He tapped his upper arm. “I fell ill for two days. I stayed in my bed with a raging fever and pain so excruciating I begged Dean to kill me. When I finally recovered we went on with life. Dean met Jo after we left Canterbury, we found Dolgellau, and soon after, we became Rangers. But after a while, I just… I started to change."

"Change?"

"Bouts of rage that happened out of nowhere," Sam explained, "I’d never gotten angry at little things before, I’d always kept myself under control. Eventually I sought out a witch, Rowena. She told me that I’d been cursed, and there was no cure for it."

Y/N swallowed. "Cursed with what?"

"The two things I feared most,” tears fell from Sam’s eyes, “becoming a monster and immortality."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "I don't understand… I thought immortality was a good thing."

"To some people, yes it would be," Sam sighed. "But immortality means that I have to watch everyone I love pass into oblivion…” he sighed and gazed across the table, “even you. And as far as a monster… well, you saw my eyes change. Rowena said when I was bitten, a part of Yellow Eyes went into me and I can’t go back."

"But what does that mean? A monster?" Y/N's eyes filled with tears and rapidly spilled over. "Sam, are you… are you dangerous? And Dean—"

"No, never to you," Sam shook his head in firm denial. "I will never hurt you. But any threat to you…” he exhaled sharply, “I’ve always been loyal and protective, but the curse… the curse makes it deadly. People in town, they fear me because they’ve seen what I am… ”

“How? How did they see?” Y/N stood and walked around to perch on the edge of the table.

Sam swallowed. “There was a woman, a young Omega. She was young, around your age, and Dean and I were in town one evening, drinking. I heard her scream, and when we raced outside, she was…” he grimaced, “Three Alphas had her pinned in the alley, her skirt around her waist. I didn’t think, I just drew my sword and killed them… all of them.”

Y/N shook her head. “Sam, you saved her life, the villagers should have been—”

“They were thankful,” he interrupted, “that first time, they were thankful. The next week, an Alpha challenged me to a fight, I can’t remember the reason… but I missed a blow and his sword went right through me, right here,” he put his hand over his stomach, “I should have died instantly, but when I was free of it, I healed in seconds. That’s when the villagers began to fear me. They were convinced that I was using black magic, and soon after they said that they didn’t want a child of the Devil near their folk. I exiled myself to here,” he gazed around him, “and I’ve called this place home ever since.”

Y/N nodded and rubbed her fingers over the bite scars on her shoulder. "If you claimed me, does the curse affect me too?"

Sam shook his head. “I don't know. But you've not taken ill, so I'll assume I haven't…”

“You said that…” Y/N swallowed. “You said that you would eventually watch me die. Will you watch Dean die as well?”

“No, I won’t,” Sam’s voice cracked. “I… I turned him, Y/N. I grew angry one night and I attacked him… he managed to fight me off, but I’d bitten him, on the side of his arm… he turned Jo when he claimed her, I don’t know why she was able to turn on the first bite, but the pain she was in… I won’t turn you into this, it’s torture.”

She watched him stand and pace to the hearth, setting his cup on the stone. “Dean never said he was like you.”

Sam wiped at his eyes. “I made him swear not to tell you.”

“So you’ll turn your brother, but not me?”

“Y/N, I never wanted to—”

“Do you love me?”

“I do,” he turned to face her, his voice raised. “I love you with everything I have, I will never stop loving you. But I won’t make you…” he gestured to himself, “this. I hate this, I hate being this, and I would have taken myself out of this world when I found out what afflicted me, but this curse won’t let me die. Every time I’ve tried, I heal.”

Y/N stared at him. “You’ve tried—”

“Yes.” Sam answered firmly. “I’ve tried, and every time, my wounds heal. This curse won’t let me die, and I’m terrified that one day, I’m going to be alone in this world, because everyone else has passed away.”

She held out her hand for him, and he pulled her into his lap, letting her rest her head against his solid chest. “If you’re afraid, I can stay with you,” she offered, “You might be my Alpha, but I am as much your protector as you are mine. I won’t allow you to be afraid.”

Y/N tilted her head back and kissed him. At her touch, Sam instantly felt himself stiffen in his trousers; the effects of two weeks without feeling her warmth pushing him over the edge. He pushed her back onto the fur rug, staring proudly down at her as he as he kicked his trousers off and stroked himself. He looked down at her and saw her folds glistening with slick. She was already so wet Sam would have thought she’d just climaxed if he’d walked in just then.

Groaning, he notched himself at her opening. She was hot and wet and tight and Sam already felt as if he was in heaven, just from the sensation of her pulsing against his cockhead.

He held himself over her, laying a firm but gentle kiss on her lips. With a whisper of “I love you” he sank into her, not allowing himself to blink as Y/N’s face contorted in ecstasy. Hey eyebrows furrowed, then arched, lips parted as he stretched her, fitting himself deep until she couldn’t take any more.

Sam’s fingers trembled over her shoulders as he pulled himself back and thrust forward with a hard grunt. Y/N’s body jerked with the force of it, her eyes slamming shut as he filled her. Her whine of pleasure sent a rush of heat through his blood, and he ground his hips forward again, matching her vocalizations in both volume and prevalence.

For Y/N, every long, smooth stroke Sam delivered was like the first time she’d felt him. She hadn’t necessarily forgotten what it felt like to make love with him, but for some reason, now that they were alone and they could take their time, it felt so much better. She ran her hands over the warm skin of his back and let her head fall against the floor, letting her moans fly unrestrained as the beat of her Alpha’s hips against her forced her back to rub against the slightly scratchy rug.

Sam panted hard as he fought to keep himself under control. His breath was hot against the side of Y/N’s neck, and he growled as she scratched her nails over his shoulders. The brief pain only seemed to spur him on, and Y/N felt him grow suddenly rougher. Her breath hitched as he slammed into her, and then he was adjusting the tilt of his thrusts, aiming right for the spot inside her that he knew would make her wild.

Y/N felt the heat of it scorching through her, and her vision blurred. She cried out as Sam reached down to pull her legs over his hips as he knelt. The new angle allowed him to see his length inside her as he moved, the way her body writhed and trembled. Each brush of him against her sweet spot forced a shiver through her, and her walls clenched deliciously around him.

His head tipped back as he held her hips still and thrust down. When he placed one hand on her lower belly, he could feel himself moving inside her, the hard swell of his manhood pressing against her belly. The feeling only made him move faster, harder, and when she arched off the floor, desperate to alleviate the ache on her skin, he rolled, pulling her on top of him.

She sat there, with him throbbing hard inside her, her eyes wide with apprehension. She’d never been on top of him. The prospect of riding her Alpha was foreign, and Sam immediately sensed her apprehension.

“Here,” he brought one hand to her hip, the other to her thigh. He brought her forward, getting her into a slow, steady rhythm. “Like you’re riding a horse.”

Y/N giggled at the analogy, and she saw Sam roll his eyes. “This is nothing like riding a horse.”

“You know what I mean,” he grinned and released her waist, guided her hands to his chest, and moved his hips up, silently telling her to move.

She rolled her hips, and the hot, thick weight of him was perfect inside her. She saw his eyes close as his legs spread slightly, knees bent to allow her to slide down at a more comfortable angle.

“Oh, Sam,” she bit her lip and closed her eyes, tipping her head back to expose the column of her throat.

He moaned quietly and reached up to grip one breast in his hand, teasing the nipple with his thumb. “Keep going, love… keep going.”

Y/N pressed one hand into Sam’s chest, bracing herself as she reached down with the other and rubbed at her clit. The resulting clench of her walls around Sam’s cock sent a choked groan through him, and he bucked his hips up, forcing a cry from her lips. The sound was so filled with need that Sam firmly held her hips and began pushing her down on him. His skin slapped against hers, and within seconds, both of them were moaning loud enough for anyone outside to hear.

“Sam, I’m gonna—” Y/N began to shake, both hands pressing against Sam’s chest as he fucked her closer to orgasm. “Alpha, please…”

“I’m right here,” he whispered, “I’m right here. Cum for me, Omega.”

With another keening whimper, Y/N shook around Sam and fell over the edge, struggling to remain upright as her slick gushed over his cock. The force of her climax ripped through her, spreading from her lower belly all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. When it finally simmered away, she nearly fell beside him, and would have if Sam didn’t hold her upright as he gently thrust his hips up. His knot began to swell, and with one quick, deep thrust, he lodged it inside her.

“Ahh,” he gasped as he felt his balls tighten. “I’m gonna fill you up, Omega.”

Y/N rolled her hips eagerly, lips parted, eyes closed as Sam’s knot swelled inside her. The first burst of his release was enough to make her tremble through a much smaller orgasm. Sam’s moans filled the room, and his hips bucked up as he instinctively trying to press his seed as deep as he could.

When his orgasm ebbed away, he allowed Y/N to collapse on top of him. Both of them were panting hard, sweat covered their skin, and the heat of the fire had filled the space of the room, a pleasant warmth that surrounded them and added to their post-coital bliss.

“You…” Y/N swallowed to clear the dryness in her throat and struggled to raise herself up.

Sam watched anxiously as she pressed her hands against his chest. “What? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N breathed. “But… I want to know what happened to the hound. What happened to Yellow Eyes?”

Sam grinned and rolled her over, carefully to keep his weight off of her hips. “That answer’s simple.”

“Mm?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as Sam stroked her hair away from her face. “What is it?”

Sam gripped a handful of the black fur just above her shoulder. “We’re lying on him.”

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