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billthedrake · 4 months

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Note: This is a hypnosis story co-written with @josmith1718

THE PROTOCOL (CHAPTER TWO)

The next day, Dad and I had a lazy Saturday. I usually woke up early, but I slept like a log especially after dad's insatiable appetite after being under. I woke up and saw I was in bed alone. I stretched and made my way downstairs. I was wearing only boxer briefs when I came to the kitchen and saw dad making a whole breakfast spread, "Morning, bud. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Morning dad, what time did you wake up?"

"I've been up for a while. Woke up so refreshed." He smiled and gave me a kiss before asking me again, "Drink?"

"Uh, I'll have some orange juice."

"Okay bud, sit down, I'll get it for you."

Dad was very happy this morning. He was wearing an old baseball tee and shorts that were being eaten by his ass. I was spent from last night but seeing the sex god in this kitchen making me breakfast was giving me a second wind.

"Here you go son. What do you say we have a nice cookout today? Weather should be good; we can put some steaks on the grill and have some beers."

"Sure dad, but you are in the sun all day, I thought you would want to spend some time in the A/C."

"Well, we could do something else if you want." He smirked as he saw my hardon.

I reached down and tugged at my loose shorts, playfully showing off my endowment to Dad, but also pinching the base a little bit to tame the beast.

"It'll probably be better if I wait." I said.

"Waiting isn't your strong suit, buddy," Dad smirked.

"Nah it isn't," I admitted. I was about to ask whose fault that was but I reflected at how great my father was. I was the luckiest guy in the world. "So... cookout?" I asked. I knew if we stayed in that kitchen, I'd be initiating sex. And last Saturday we didn't leave the house till after noon...

Dad went to get dressed to run his errands to the grocery store. I offered to hit the hardware store for charcoal and some other stuff we needed. Surprisingly, bagged ice is cheaper there, too, so Dad asked me to get a bag or two so we could set up the cooler for the beer.

I was in and out of the big box store pretty quick. I don't know if it was the hypnosis, but I was in a weird mood that morning. Almost giddy with excitement of seeing if Dad was gonna put out for me later, really put out. Maybe I had some misgivings, too. I mean, Dad had brought up the hypnosis route and found the Company, but maybe I was too excited by the idea of reprogramming my loving father.

As I tossed the stuff in the back seat and as I started the car, I wondered about maybe my approach with fucking Dad was wrong. Maybe it wasn't just mental. Hypnosis was one thing, but he would need to get used to having something in his hole.

I took a little detour home, to where one of the adult sex stores was. Hopefully the ice wouldn't melt too much. I'd only been to this store a couple of times, the first time when I turned 18 and a buddy dared me to go as some sort of stupid high school ritual. The other was soon after that, when I heard a rumor you could get a no-strings blowjob in one of the booths. I went in, but chickened out.

Now, I went in and made a beeline for the vibrators and butt plugs. I was not a small fry and Dad would need some practice, even if he was under when I used the toys on him.

I found a beginner sized dildo and picked up an enema bag. I looked for a smaller sized butt plug. Even the smallest looked like it might be a challenge for a newbie at bottoming, but I picked it up too. With a naughty thought I eyed one of the bigger plugs. It would take a hell of a lot of hypnosis to get my tight virgin father to fit that inside him. But the idea turned me on like mad so I bought it too.

I made my purchases and headed back home. Dad was already putting away the groceries in the kitchen, as I went upstairs with my toys and hid them until I needed them.

I'd barely stashed them in the back of my sweaters in the closet when Dad walked into our bedroom. "I'm gonna hit the gym, Kyle," he said, peeling off that baseball shirt. God, here comes my hardon again. But Dad seemed oblivious to that as he went to root through his drawer for his workout gear. "I'll fire up the grill when I get back, OK?"

"Yeah, Dad," I said.

He grabbed his stuff and then paused to look at me. Maybe he wasn't so oblivious to my excitement after all. With a grin he sauntered over and stepped up to me, leaning forward to kiss me gently. It was hot, a lot of soft tongue as Dad and I made out in our bedroom.

His free hand was on my flank, feeling up my muscle beneath my T-shirt. "Nice, son," he grinned. "I can tell you've been hitting the gym too, buddy," he smirked. I worked out during my lunch hour at a corporate gym near my office. I usually enjoyed taking Saturday off.

"Gotta keep up with my old man," I smirked back. I reached down to undo my shorts, but Dad stopped me.

"Save it, buddy... it'll be worth your while, I promise." With that, dad pulled my shorts up and gave me a parting kiss, “Try to keep your hand away from that dick.” He said as he left the room. I did not know it was possible but I was even harder at that comment.

***

The food smelled great as dad sat next to me to let the meat cook on the grill. He had continued to wear the same workout clothes except for the sweaty shirt. He was showing off a good pump, I'd say, his perky nipples saluted me and his calves looked exceptionally delectable. If I was not so hungry, I probably would have tackled him as soon as he walked through the door.

"So how do you feel about the hypnosis, son?" Dad asked as he took a sip of his beer and sat next to me.

"I was hesitant at first but if it makes you happy, Dad, I'm game but, how about you? Did you feel different when you were under?" I asked. I kept putting the old man under and never even thought of asking if it was enjoyable.

"Not just me, son. Remember what you told me, if we're both not into it, we don't have to do it." He held his gaze on mine, "But I will be honest, if it'll help us... me... I want it."

I nodded and smiled at him. He reached and patted my thigh before answering the second half of my question.

"And to answer your question, I didn't feel anything. It felt like I fell asleep and when I ‘woke up' I felt refreshed. I hope it can help me to be able to give you what you want but if not, it's helping me to feel relaxed at least."

"Did you remember what you did when the man from the Company put you under?"

"No. We were talking and then he was telling me we were done. Whatever I did, I don't think it was embarrassing but I did feel good afterwards."

We ate, we tanned, and we had some more beers. It was a nice relaxed way to spend the weekend. Dad worked hard and in my own white collar way, I worked hard too. It was nice to lie in the backyard and think about nothing.

I had my eyes closed and tried to keep everything out of my mind. I just heard the sizzling of the grill, dad whistling, the light chirping of the birds. Suddenly, I began to think about the hypnosis and started throwing wood. It was a hot idea, having my dad do anything I wanted, bend over, and let me rim him or ask me to fuck him as matter-of-factly as he did when providing me with his oral services. I was maybe hoping it was a one session kind of deal and then Dad would be lifting his legs for me. Yet, he'd put off sex, even more than normal. I wondered if he needed more reinforcement or if I needed to expedite the process.

The more I thought about it, the more I decided I'd put him under again and take dad back to the white hallway. As soon as we went inside, I was determined I'd be putting him under again. I wanted to get in his ass but didn't want to do it prematurely. As I went through the motions of helping him clean and put away things, I was formulating a script in my mind of what I was going to say and do. I had to think of the Protocol the Company provided, and how reinforcement could help tap into Dad's inner psyche.

"That was great." Dad said as we were putting away the last of the leftovers in containers. I admired his hairy frame now that he had gotten a tan on his chest and back. A shame he didn't go shirtless at work, I'm sure he'd get more contracts showing his body off and he'd had an overall tan.

"You are the grill master, dad."

"You flatter me buddy." Dad rubbed my shoulder, as he stepped by me. I watched him walk down the hall, and even as he was out of my sight, the sound of the door closing suggested to me he was taking a piss.

It seemed the perfect chance to catch him unaware. That approach seemed to work the first time and if he was easily put under then, it should be no issue now. I put the food away as quickly as I could and then I walked down the hall to wait outside the bathroom for him to come out. I heard the flushing of the toilet followed by the start of dad washing his hands and whistling as he cleaned up.

"Hey buddy... you gotta go...?" Dad began as he opened the door but at the sound of me saying “power down” he stopped mid-sentence. He went from animated to emotionless in one swoop. His face was drained of emotion, his arms fell to his sides, and he looked past me, as though there was a point behind me, he needed to concentrate on.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Relaxed..." Was dad's monotone response.

"Remember what I told you about Kyle?"

Dad nodded and said "Yes..."

"Repeat to me what you learned about Kyle and what you need to do."

"Kyle does the fucking, to show him I love him, I have to let go and give him what he wants..." He responded. Once again, I smiled, "What does he want?"

"To fuck me." Dad responded, determined. As he finished his thought, I saw how he began to breathe a bit faster, and his cock began to swell up. The shorts he was wearing were flimsy and nothing hid what was happening down there.

"That's right. When this finally happens, you will give him happiness and he, in turn, will bring you pleasure. Your son will be happy, and you want to make your son happy right?"

"That's all I want, my boy to be happy." He was more determined with his response.

"Extend your hands and hold on to me, we are going back to the door in the white hallway." He extended his hands and I reached with mine. I held on, feeling the dampness on his skin.

"Walk with me as I count to five. Once I reach five, we'll be at the door."

"One... we're walking down the corridor," I slowly walked us to the bedroom where I had stashed the toys I would be needing, "Two... you are feeling relaxed and calm knowing your son will never cause you pain or hurt you," I passed a couple of framed pictures of us at a camping trip and from both of my graduations, "Three... you are closer to the door, remembering what you saw there, getting you excited..." At the threshold of the bedroom, I said, "Four... the door is at arm's reach, you want to open the door, right?"

"Yes, I want to open the door." Dad responded a bit breathlessly.

"Good... five, reach for the doorknob and open the door. What do you see?" I let go of his hand momentarily and saw him reach to the imaginary door to open it.

"I'm in bed with my boy... He is on top of me, getting ready to fuck me... My son looks happy..." Dad began to smile warmly as he saw the scene.

"He is very happy, but you can't bottom for him yet, why?" I caressed his hand.

"Men don't get fucked." Again, determined. I knew we would need to work on this now if we were going to get anywhere.

"Look at yourself, Brian. You are a man. Look at your muscles, your hairy torso, strong legs, are you not a man?"

"Yes, I'm a man."

"Keep looking at the scene in front of you, is your son inside you, fucking you, making you feel good?"

"God... yes, he is fucking me, making me feel pleasure." He tightened his grip on my hand and his breathing increased. He wanted to be able to give his boy this, the pleasure that he would experience was secondary at this point. All he wanted was to be a good daddy and take care of his boy's needs. He wanted what he saw.

"And as he is doing this... are you changing at all?" I asked, looking at dad's face to see if there was any resistance to what I was inferring.

Dad looked confused at this. I continued to caress his hand and pushed on, "Did you become less of a man?"

Again, confusion, his brow creased as he thought of it. I answered for him, "No you didn't. Look, Kyle is still fucking you, bringing you pleasure. He is fucking a man, not a woman. Say it, Kyle fucks men."

"Kyle fucks men..."

"Again, with conviction."

"Kyle fucks men." I moved his hand to my cock, and I moved my free hand to his, "Hold Kyle's cock and ask him who he fucks."

Dad looked at me as though trying to look through a fog and asked, "Who do you fuck?", his hand lightly gripping my cock like he did when he was ready to give me a handjob. I fished out his cock and began to match his grip and stroking motions as I answered.

"I fuck men, dad, not women, just men. Hairy, muscular, masculine men. Men that work construction, that have a tan from being in the sun working hard, muscles from moving heavy things all day." I said this as I stroked him.

"God, son..." he whispered to himself.

"Brian, who is getting fucked on the bed?" I asked, getting a thrill calling him by his name.

"I am..."

"Are you a man?"

"Yes..."

"So, say it, I'm a man that gets fucked."

Dad's voice was direct and unwavering. A pure expression of his unconscious. "Men don't get fucked."

Jesus Christ. Back to square one.

I let go of his dick and thought for a second. What would the Protocol suggest? I don't even remember where the idea came from, but I remembered something about triangulation. Shifting the focus. "Brian.... Listen carefully to my voice.”

Dad looked at me with unwavering concentration.

"You are past the white door now... where only my voice matters."

"Your voice."

I felt his grip on my cock get tighter, now playing with it, then stroking it. Fuck, this felt good.

"When you are awake, Brian, and you worry about not being a man, you can listen to my voice and it'll relax you, helping you let go for your son."

I spread my legs and let Dad openly stroke me. The more I talked the more eagerly he tugged at my dick. "You know what that voice will be telling you?"

He shook his head no. Like an eager student studying for a test. Aww God, his hand felt amazing. This man, even under, only had one mission and it was to bring me pleasure. I had to bite my lip and take a deep breath before I continued because I didn't want to shoot yet, I needed to see this through.

"That voice will be telling you that anytime you don't feel like a man, to think instead about Kyle. Your son—" God, Dad's hand was driving me crazy. I wasn't normally a hand job guy, but this head fuck was messing with mine in its own way. "—and how manly he is." I finished my train of thought in a raspy voice.

"Yes, Kyle is a man." Dad responded determined, proud even. The same way he would when bragging to his buddies about me for something.

"Good," I said. "And because Kyle is a man, you do not have to worry about yourself. Just listen to that voice...Dad." My breath was getting shorter. I reached out and began stroking Dad's cock as he did mine.

"What does that voice say, Dad?" I stopped calling him by his name and reverted back to ‘Dad.' I wanted him badly and calling him Brian, while naughty at first, was not as personable as ‘Dad.' The man raised me, taught me so much. Now it was my turn to return the favor, as it were, and teach him new things. Things that would bring him pleasure.

"That voice is saying Kyle is a man." He was sweating a bit, his nipples were perky and his cock throbbed in my hand.

"What do men do?"

"Men fuck.”

"What is going to help you be able to be your son's bottom daddy?” I was stroking dad hard, and he was too, we were both lost in the moment. I don't even know when it was the last time, I called dad ‘daddy' but I had just said it and if I was not in the edge of shooting, I was when dad responded.

"Listen to the voice... allow Kyle to make me his bottom daddy." The combination of seeing dad zonked out, his words and his hand on my cock, I shot my load, some of it landing on his hand and floor. Dad, in turn, shot all over my hand. Like father like son, both shooting our loads at the idea that I needed to fuck him, and he was going to allow me to.

We were both breathing hard and as we both caught our breath, I looked at dad and with some clarity instructed him to close the door. Dad used his free hand and simulated closing the imaginary door. I continued, "You are a man that gets fucked, keep that in mind. You still can't bottom for Kyle, but you want to, desperately. You want to get pleasure, you want to make Kyle happy, but you need to prepare for it. You will ask Kyle to help you. It'll be scary but put your trust in your son, he loves you, he is here for you, he is going to make sure everything you do for him, is returned with pleasure tenfold."

"I trust my son." No hesitation at all. That made me really happy that dad have trust in me.

"And he trusts you. He loves you very much." I kissed his cheek and felt the stubble, it was the weekend he hadn't shaved since Friday.

Dad smiled and continued to stroke my spent cock, bringing it back to life, "Once you come out of this state of relaxation, at some point tonight you will ask your son to help you. You will ask him what you need to do, what can you do to get ready. You will only feel pleasure once it happens. This pleasure will make you feel comfortable getting played with and fucked by your son, Kyle. Understood?"

"Yes... I want that... I want Kyle to play with me..."

"He wants to play with you too. Now, you are going to wake up when I count to three. When you wake, you will not realize you were under but will retain all instructions and suggestions. You will also not find it weird that we are here covered in cum. You will find it hot and want to shower off the remnants of it before we head downstairs, and watch T.V. Understood?"

"I understand."

"Good, let's wake up. One... Two... Three..."

Life came back to dad's eyes, and he smiled when he saw the mess we had made, "Shame I didn't get that load in my mouth but can't cry over spilled milk, right buddy?"

I smiled and he closed the gap and gave me a kiss, "Let's hit the showers, son." I nodded and followed him as he dragged me to the bathroom without letting go of my cock.

We showered, made out under the running water, and then saw a bit of T.V. before we called it a night. As we were getting ready for bed, dad looked at me intently, "I love you so much, buddy."

"I love you too dad." I smiled and threw a pillow at him. He caught it and then stroked it a bit, almost as if he was arming himself with courage.

"I really want to give you everything I can, son. I'm a man and I shouldn't be scared to ask for help so here it is.” He took a deep breath, “Help me."

"Dad, anything you need, you know I'm here for you." I responded. I sat on the edge of the bed and dad came to my side and sat next to me.

"I want to be your bottom and I need to know how to do that. I don't know if hypnosis will help but in case it does, I need to prepare myself... but I don't know what I should even do first." He sounded determined but innocent all at once. I bit my lip as he said that, damn, I was once again throwing wood.

I moved a bit, trying to hide what was growing between my legs and at first, I was not sure if dad noticed but he definitely did when he got up and used my name, "Come on Kyle, I need your help. Tell me what I need to do to prep for when I finally give it up." He sounded annoyed that I would choose his vulnerable moment to be a horndog.

"Sorry dad...” I grabbed a pillow and put it over my crotch, “You need to clean yourself out and then practice. It's not much to it. Here..." I got up, covering my crotch making dad more annoyed.

“Take the pillow off, I already know you're horny,” he growled softly.

I blushed and nodded and went to get the toys. I pretended to take a while to look for them as though they were there for a long time and brought out the enema bag, "Here you go dad, this is an enema bag, you use this to clean yourself out."

"So...I fill this with water and then..." He mimed it not wanting to say it, blushing as I nodded my head.

"I can help you if that would—"

"I'll do it alone buddy. We may shower together but I draw the line with you watching me shit out poop water."

"Alright, I'll be here dad. Take your time, it's not a race."

"How long do I do it for?" He asked as he walked towards the bathroom.

"Until the water you push out is clear."

Dad was gone for a while. My cock deflated as soon as he left. Dad's mere presence had that effect on me. He could be standing perfectly still and I'd want to jump his bones. As he cleaned himself, I ended up working on emails and getting them scheduled to be sent out Monday morning. I even folded some laundry as he stayed in the bathroom. I didn't hear much other than the occasional flushing. After a little over half an hour, I heard the toilet flush again and dad come back to the room as I was putting away some clothes.

"If we were to do the deed, I'd have to do that every time?" He was red and sweating. God only knows what he did in that bathroom, but I didn't think it would take that long.

"We can get a bidet and a proper douche, you know, to be cleaner down there." I smiled at dad.

"Fuck, buddy... I have never been in the bathroom this long ever but honestly, I never felt so clean." I couldn't deny my need to be with dad. I grabbed the folded clothes still on the bed and put them on the chair in the corner of the room and ran towards dad. He held me and we began to make out. He held me tight, his shirtless frame on my clothed one. He pulled the shirt off and I began to play with his hairy chest.

As the kisses became more needy, my hands began traveling slowly down towards his ass, something he would not let me do before. The man had his hangups and one of those things was not getting near his hole. I kissed, sucked, touched, caressed and loved every part of my dad's body but his ass... that was something I wanted to explore at length but never could.

"Son..." He began as my hand caressed his ass.

"Dad please, I won't go in, I just want to touch it." I said, going back to kissing him deeply. Dad moaned into my mouth and let me explore. Fuck, that furry ass was making me bone something bad. Dad slowly lowered my shorts and began to play with my cock, "Fat executive cock..." he hissed.

We were both enthralled by what we loved on each other's bodies. I scooted up in bed and let Dad suck my dick some. I had to urge him to go slow at times and finally pulled him off. I didn't want to cum in his mouth, though I could read Dad's desire to get off that way. He loved having my dick in his mouth and loved swallowing my cum.

I got back down so we were face to face, naked in bed together. But as I got on top of him, almost a classic missionary position, I felt Dad's body jerk and shiver beneath mine. Like he got a cold spell.

"You OK, Dad?" I asked.

He nodded, gulping. "Yeah, son... it's just... fuck!"

He got another shiver. I realized it was the hypnotic suggestion, giving him that excitement when I was on top of him. I humped his cock and we made out. Dad was moaning into my mouth and clutching at my back and then my arms. Pulling me in, wanting nothing more than my weight on top of his.

"You're such a fucking stud, son," he whispered as we finally broke that kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Dad was vulnerable and yet totally alive. Turned on. Fuck, this was gonna happen. Maybe I wouldn't even need the toys.

I kissed my way down, feeling my father shiver as I enjoyed the feel of his fur and his aged brawn. I went further, pushing Dad's legs back. That didn't get resistance but almost immediately his hand was on my head, stopping me.

"Can't son," he said. Not apologetic. Like, freaked out just from the fact I was gonna rim him.

Goddamnit.

"Power down," I said.

Dad's body relaxed, almost to the point of going limp. I even had to hold his legs in place, splayed back. I could see his squeaky clean pucker. Maybe this wasn't the Protocol, but I wasn't gonna waste a clean dad hole like this. Not after dreaming about it all day.

"When you were awake, how did you feel Brian?"

"Horny... then nervous."

"I understand... but, I'm going to share a secret with you that'll make the nerves fade away. You want that, right? You can speak freely”

“Yes, I don't want to be nervous for my boy.” I smiled. It must be hard for him. A man that has lived so long with this notion and wanting to get rid of it, knowing that it'll be a pleasure for him and his lover but unable to.

“Can you keep a secret?" I whispered, looking up from his hole. Damn, I wish I didn't have to do this right now. I was ready to rock his world. Nevertheless, I persisted.

"Yes." His voice was quiet, obedient, determined.

Damn, I was rock hard. This whole thing with dad recharged me in a way that I was ready to shoot again if dad helped me out. "You are a special man, Brian. Some men only have one pleasure spot. Their cocks. You have four."

"Four?" he said, a bit surprised with a hint of confusion.

"Yes, four. You've already found two. Your cock, and the back of your throat." I reached and caressed his cock a bit.

Dad's dick surged hard again when he felt my hand and my voice, the words and their meanings sinking in.

"You like when Kyle tickles the spot in your throat, don't you Brian?"

"I do," Dad answered.

"It's pure pleasure for you."

"Yes," he said.

I ran my fingers along his leg hair as I scooted in. Dropping my voice to an even more suggestive register, I continued, "You have a spot like that deep inside you, Brian. Deep in your ass."

His face grew questioning, but he nodded.

"So deep only your son can reach it. Kyle is the only man who has the key to unlock that spot for you."

"Kyle is a man." No hesitation.

Fuck, my cock just spurted some pre on to dad's furry belly.

"You know why he has that key?"

"Because Kyle loves me." His smile grew with his response. I loved this man.

"Yes, Kyle loves you and he wants you to feel that intense pleasure deep inside you."

"I am a lucky father."

"You are a lucky man, Brian. Because you have one more pleasure spot. Your asshole craves stimulation."

"Stimulation."

"You want Kyle to make that spot feel good, too."

"Yes."

We'd see if this works.

"Ok Brian, continue to listen to my voice. I am going to count to three. You will not realize you were under, but you will continue to follow all suggestions and instructions while you were in this state. Once you wake, you'll feel alive and happy and allow your boy do what he wants, you trust him. You want this. Understood?”

“I understand.”

“Let's wake up, handsome. One... two... three...”

Dad's body tensed beneath mine and he let out a breath. It took him a half second to refocus, but he smirked at me.

"You're hard as a rock, buddy," Without missing a beat he responded as though he hadn't been under.

I nodded. "You get me that way, Dad." I attacked his chest again with my lips then started the process of kissing lower. We'd see if this worked. I slowly got to his cock, kissing it before I went lower.

Dad was hesitant, I could feel his body stiffen but then I pulled his legs back again and he let me.

I saw my prize, that beautiful daddy hole winking at me, inviting me to love it. God, I wanted that more than anything, to show how good my tongue could feel in there... before something bigger went in.

"Son please..." He whispered. He knew it was going to happen and was nervous.

"I'm here dad, please trust me, let me make you feel good just like you make me feel good."

"I trust you son... I trust you completely." He bit his lip before reaching for his legs and raising them on his own.

"Aww fuck, dad..." I said and before he changed his mind, I dove into his ass and began to kiss it. I was in heaven, after so many years, I was rimming him, and it was amazing.

"My fucking God!" Dad cried. Unprepared for the sensations, he let out a moan and spread his legs wider. "Kyle! Buddy!"

"Yeah? Like your son eating this ass?" I asked as I pulled back to look up his furry beef and into his handsome face.

"I think so..." He opened his eyes, then watched as I dipped back in again to lick his entrance. "Yeah... that's it.... I love it, son. Keep going, eat your dad's ass, buddy."

"Thank you, dad, thank you," I muttered into his hole. I responded enthusiastically and began to really eat him out. Dad was moaning, his nipples were hard, his cock throbbing. The man had denied himself this feeling for too long, and I was happy and lucky to be the one giving him this pleasure.

"Eat me out, son, God your tongue is slithering in there." He was now bucking his hole against my face, almost riding my mouth. I still didn't know how much of this was the hypnotic suggestion or his body naturally feeling good from my hitting his spot but either way, I was not going to question it. Right now, I was going to enjoy myself and really give dad the full experience.

I moaned and nodded, really pushing my tongue into that nice, clean hole, wiggling it around before retreating to tease the pucker.

"My executive stud," Dad grunted, "Showing his dad how good it is to have him playing with his ass."

‘His ass,' fuck that made me double my efforts before I reached for his cock and began to play with it.

"Yeah buddy, play with it, that ass is yours, all yours stud. Fuck, you got me so hard, son." Goddamn, my father was contracting his abs and thrusting that vulnerable cherry hole up against my munching mouth. This was out of control in the best way.

Thank you, Tech Bro, I was getting everything I ever wanted. Never would Dad have let me do this before, and now he was encouraging me to play with his amazing dad hole. This guy at the Company knew what he was doing, and Dad and I were proof of it. I would recommend the service to however many people I could and leave a great Google review.

My man was now a moaning mess, sweating profusely, his nipples hard, his cock dripping precum, I wanted to concentrate on his pleasure and not mine. My cock would explode in my shorts for all I care if it meant that dad would love this enough to let me play in there whenever I wanted.

I pushed my tongue deeper in there as I felt his hole begin to open and suck on my tongue.

"I'm on the edge, buddy... ready to cum for my executive stud... shoot for my boy..." That was hot, I got off his ass and crawled until I was on top of him, "I love you dad, so damn much."

"I want to shoot my load for you, I want to give you my load, buddy."

"Shoot for your son, dad, shoot for your man." I kissed him again. He didn't object to tasting my lips fresh from his ass. I slipped Dad some tongue before pulling back. I wanted to rim him more.

Going back to his ass, I doubled my efforts, just as my hand gripped his cock as I began to stroke him.

"Give me that load, dad, shoot for your stud, show him what a good dad you are."

"Fuck son, fuck, fuck, eat me out.... You're working my spot, son," Dad grunted.

I nodded and increased the speed of my strokes. A combination of my tongue work and my hand on his cock, Dad moaned and then I felt his cock expand and shoot his load. I continued to stroke until I felt dad's hand on mine.

"Fuck, son...fuck..." He was shaking. I kissed his ass one last time before I let him lower his legs. Scooting up, I lay next to him, my cock hard as steel. We were both catching our breath. Dad had his arm over his eyes, like he was recovering from a marathon.

"Fuck..."

"How do you feel dad?" I asked as I laid my hand on his chest. His hairy chest was damp from the sweat, and I could feel his heart beating hard.

"Damn..." He responded before he laughed, "That was... amazing. So intense, I never... All I can say is.... fuck..."

I smiled and grabbed his head. He lifted his arm and looked at me, "Was it everything you hoped for?" He asked in a sultry voice.

"And more, dad, c'mere." He smiled and we kissed. We stayed kissing until he realized I had not shot, "You didn't cum?" He asked concerned.

"This was about your pleasure dad." I responded honestly.

"I'm such a lucky bastard. Let's get in the shower, son, I'll take care of you there."

***

Before bed, I pulled out the dildo I'd purchased.

"What's this?" He asked, chuckling, nervous as he saw me bring the thing out of the packaging.

"You washed yourself, now, we need to train your ass to get used to having something up there."

I was undeterred and I looked at him before saying, "Trust me, dad."

He bit his lip and nodded, "How do you want me?"

It was difficult but after rimming him again, to calm his nerves though it was more for me, I lubed him up and ran the dildo along his ass lips.

"Oh!" he grunted. I grinned and gave him a determined look as I ran the toy over his sensitive spot. The more I ran it over his ring, the more he seemed into it, and I watched him get a boner again. I took the cue to push it in. It wasn't too big, but it was enough.

"Easy son, I'm cherry back there." He urged, reaching down to grip my forearm. Dad has a strong grip.

I nodded and concentrated on just the inner part of his sphincter, eventually working an inch in and out, giving my old man time to get used to it. All in all, we both worked to get this next step completed. A compromise between my desire to see Dad penetrated and his desire to focus on the pleasures in his anus itself. We would both get a good night's sleep after our efforts this evening.

I was getting hard, and I stroked my cock in one hand while I used the other to diddle his hole.

Dad let out a grunt and another inch of that fake cock slid inside him. The suddenness tripped my wires.

"Fuck!" I gasped as a load shot out. Since Dad had sucked me off an hour before, it wasn't the heaviest cum, but it was bigger than I expected.

I thanked him with a kiss and pulled out the dildo, laying it on the nightstand.

"That was incredible, Dad," I muttered as he pulled my body to his, “I'm glad bud... and it was good for me too.” We fell asleep soon after, dad holding me in his arms.

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I just saw a skating show and one of the guys looked like bucky and now I NEED a yn × figure skating partner bucky one shot. With them working on a throw and he's all mad she can't land it then gets hurt and all the angst and comforting. Omg please I'll cry I love you! ❤️

Ok, I have to admit this was my first ask and I got so excited that this got a little away from me. I'd like to say I'm sorry for not putting much technical stuff about figure skating in it but I know really nothing, I did my best researching stuff but it's still not much. I hope you're happy how it turned out, if not let me know! I really just took it and ran with it, I really hope you like it. 🥹❤️

also, sorry it took me a little but my keyboard broke and I had to wait for the new one because writing on the phone I would've made too many mistakes.

On Thin Ice - Bucky Barnes x y/n Stark

Summary: you're paired with Bucky Barnes for an important competition but your negative feelings towards each other make everything much more difficult. Figure Skating AU.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Stark reader

Warnings: Bucky being an ass. Reader gets hurt. Angst. Language cause why not. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 6.6K

A/N: I didn't proof read it honestly, I was just excited to publish it. I'm going to double check it sometime tomorrow and edit it later! ❤️

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Being a Stark isn't always easy.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re superheroes or anything, but being the daughter of Tony Stark meant that you always had to be not only on your best behavior but you had to be the best in general, no matter what you were doing.

It’s always been a lot of pressure growing up, but it's something you're used to at this point.

All your life there just wasn’t room for failure.

When you were little you hated it, sometimes even hated your dad for it, but you had to give it to him that it made you detail oriented and more driven and focused than most, so with time you came to be grateful for it.

His continuous badgering you into taking various lessons as a kid is also what led you to discover your passion: figure skating.

Skating was something that just somehow came naturally to you, and the more time you spent at the ice rink the more you fell in love with it.

You loved just spending hours going and going, to the point where the world blurred around you and you almost felt like you were flying.

After seeing how happy it made you, your father eased up a bit on you, but he still expected perfection, which you always worked hard to provide.

All you’ve always wanted was to make him proud of you. Which he was and never failed to mention, but you were still terrified of disappointing him.

All the pressure your last name came with was nothing compared to the pressure you put on yourself, you were always your hardest critic.

That is, at least, until you met Bucky Barnes.

You don't know why, maybe he just hates you and likes to humiliate you, but it seems like he always has something to say about your performances.

It all started the very first day you met, you were 18 at the ice rink your father decided to buy for you on your birthday the week before.

You were shocked to say the least when he told you, but he had always been better at showing his love rather than saying it, and don’t ever let it be said that Tony Stark didn’t love his daughter to death.

It was the same place where you skated for the first time when you were merely 5 years old, which you then changed for one closer to your home, but this one held so much more sentiment for you that the extra travel time was worth it, and it was also much bigger, the place where a lot of the important competitions happened.

The Saturday after your birthday you finally had some free time having just finished exams week and finally being done with high school once and for all, so you planned to meet up with Natasha at the newly named ‘Stark’s snowland’.

Natasha was also a figure skater and you two have known each other since you were 8 years old, participating in almost a lot your competitions together, which usually ended with the two of you in first and second place.

Then Natasha started doing more and more couples competitions with various partners, but you were still always there to cheer for each other.

When she texted she was running late, you decided to just wait for her on the ice so you went inside, put on your skates and just got lost in your head, glad that the early hour meant nobody was around yet.

Then, after having done a few easy moves and having just finished an Axel, you heard some clapping coming from the entrance of the rink.

You stopped abruptly and looked for the source of the noise when you spotted a brunette cheering on you like he was at the Olympics standing beside a blonde that looked kind of embarrassed by his friends' antics.

"Didn’t realize I had an audience." you said, while moving towards them.

"Well, you should with the way you move out there." the brunette said, shamelessly checking you out shortly before receiving a smack behind his head, courtesy of blondie.

"Sorry about him. My name’s Steve," the blonde said while you tried hard not to laugh at the look his friend was giving him. "and this jerk here is Bucky." He pointed at his friend, who seemed to suddenly remember you were there because he turned to you with a charming smile while you introduced yourself.

"Is this your first time skating here?" Bucky asked "I’m sure I would remember a pretty face like yours." he then added, making you blush.

"I usually only come here for competitions, but-" before you could finish talking you heard the door behind them open and Natasha screaming "Stark!" making the boys turn around to look at her.

"Romanoff!" you greeted her, laughing.

Bucky turned back to you, face suddenly all serious, which confused you a lot since he was all flirty smiles until two seconds before. He mumbled something about having to go and almost ran away as fast as he could.

You looked at Steve who seemed as confused as you felt, gave you an apologetic smile and went after his friend.

You didn’t have much more time to ponder on the sudden turn of events because Natasha was in her skates on record time and raring to go.

All you know is, for the rest of the day you felt Bucky’s eyes on you but every time you turned to him he had a stoic look on his face, and every word out of his mouth towards you was criticism on whatever you were doing.

And here we are now, 6 years later and nothing has changed.

Now 24 and having graduated college, you can be found at Stark’s almost everyday while you figure out the next phase of your life.

It’s honestly not bad, your dad wanted you to intern for him at Stark Industries during college so, after you graduated, you could start working for him full time, but that’s not what you wanted.

If you’re honest with yourself you do want to take over your father’s empire one day, just not yet.

You wanted to keep doing skating competitions, therefore all the free time that you had during college was spent skating. And so, as a compromise, your dad had you teach a few kid classes during the week when one of the teachers unexpectedly quit one day, and you happily agreed.

You did this for all the duration of college, after graduating you kept doing it and, to your father’s delight, took on even more classes to keep yourself a bit more occupied.

It was at the end of one of these classes that you were suddenly approached by Barnes today, which was very rare.

Usually both of you did your best to avoid each other, even when you started being there everyday, you wouldn’t give each other even a second glance, as far as you were concerned.

You’ve liked him when you first met him, but after months of him being nothing but an ass to you, you decided to stop trying and largely ignore him unless you were in a larger group that consisted of you, him, Steve, Natasha, Sam, another friend of theirs that you quickly became friends with, and Scott, a friend you made your first week of college.

Needless to say, you were baffled to see Bucky walk up to you and not immediately insult your behavior during the lesson that just ended, like he usually does when he gifts you with his presence. Instead he said "Hey Stark, can we talk?"

"Uhm… sure. What’s up, Barnes?" you say while starting to put down the cones you'll need for your next class.

"You know the couples competition that we’re having here in a few months?" he asks, following behind you. You think he looks nervous, which you find weird as Bucky Barnes is as confident as they come.

"Yeah, what about it?" You stop what you’re doing and turn around towards him, too curious to not give him all your attention.

"Well, I wanted to sign up, but it seems like I’m missing a partner.,," he says while rubbing his neck, almost embarrassed by what he’s asking.

"Don’t you usually team up with Nat?" you ask him.

"I do, but she’s gonna be out of town that day, and all the other girls are either paired up or not interested…" he explains, still not going to the point.

"Where are you going with this, Barnes?" You ask, crossing your arms in irritation at the time he was wasting while you still have things to do before your next class.

"Are you really going to make me ask?" he almost whines and, when you merely raise your eyebrow, a clearly amused face at his almost desperation, he finally gets to the point of his interruption. "Fine. Will you be my partner?"

Although you suspected where he was going, it's still a little shocking to hear him ask. Before you answer him though, you feel the need to tell him "You know I’ve never done pairs before, right? Not even outside of competitions."

"I know, but I also know you’re a fast learner." at your confused look, he elaborates "You’ve been training here for what, six years now? I’ve seen you learn pretty advanced moves in a crazy short amount of time for last minute competitions or even just for fun. And, whether I like it or not, you’re one of the best figure skaters I’ve ever met." he finishes.

That last sentence has you scoffing at him and starting to get annoyed at him "You don’t need to lie to me just to get me to agree just because you’re desperate for a partner."

"Why would you think I’m lying?" he says while having the audacity to look confused at your anger.

"You do nothing but criticize me all the time! The real question is, why would I ever think otherwise?"

"Just because I criticize you, doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re good!" he says it like was the most obvious thing in the world. "Please Y/N, I really need a partner, and, right now, you’re my only choice. Please." he adds at the end, just for good measure.

To be fair, Bucky had never been this polite or patient with you, and has never even called you by your first name, so it was clear that this was important to him, which is probably what led you to say yes.

He seemed happy for all of two seconds before going back to being the usual jerk, which made you instantly start to regret your decision, but you figured old habits die hard, you just had to be a little patient and he would get easier to work with the more he got used to this.

Boy, were you wrong.

For the next three months you met with Bucky three times a week, working out your routine and training sometimes even for hours.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but what really annoyed you to no end was finding out that Bucky’s favorite brand of training seemed to be complaining.

All he did was criticize every move you made, right or wrong, even the couples ones you were still learning.

You also found out that being so close to him for such long periods of time made you clumsier than ever, which did not at all help the situation.

All it took was for you to be near him enough to be surrounded by his cologne and suddenly you were falling more than usual, missing your cues and straight up forgetting the next steps of the routine, which only gave Bucky more fuel to add to the fire.

It also didn’t help that whenever Bucky asked you why you were so distracted you lost all your natural Stark sarcasm and could barely get out a sound, not knowing how to tell him even if you wanted to, which you definitely didn’t, that he was the problem.

But you somehow made it through it and, with a week to go before the competition, you had it down to a T.

Or almost.

"Damn it." you say, frustrated with yourself, after you almost fall again on the landing of the throw jump.

The problem with throw jumps is that Bucky has to pick you up and quite literally throw you in the air and, while he does that quite easily, being so close to him right before he throws you disorients you just enough to miss twists and fumble the landing.

A thing that you’d never tell Bucky, which at the moment is giving the most annoyed look you’ve ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.

"Seriously, Stark?!" He almost yells while skating closer to you. "Why the hell is this taking you so long to get right? You’ve done harder things than this both by yourself and with me, so what the hell is wrong with you?"

Like always, you don’t quite know how to respond to him, not even wanting to acknowledge the cause of your concentration problem.

"Let’s just try this again." You say, quieter than you normally would, and get in position.

Your back is turned to him but you can hear him sigh before you feel him move and position himself next to you. You nod at Scott who’s controlling the music, and he starts again.

Everything is going great, until, again you fumble the landing, but this time you fall on your knees. You can hear Scott shouting your name, so you hold a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay.

You can see Bucky getting closer to you with your peripheral vision, but don’t look up or even try to make a move to get up.

You can feel the tears starting to form in your eyes, not because it hurts, but because you’re so frustrated with yourself for not being able to do this.

You’re trying your hardest not to cry out of anger when you see Bucky’s hand in front of your face, a silent offer of help. The last thing you want to do right now is look at his stupid face, so you slap his hand away and get up on your own, ignoring Bucky almost altogether and putting yourself in position to start again from the top.

Bucky comes behind you, but this time you can feel him looking at you while he says, "We don’t have to go again. We can stop here for today." his voice much quieter than it's ever been before, which only fuels your anger more.

"The competition’s next week Barnes, unless you want us to make fools of ourselves, we need to do this until I get it right." You snapped, letting him see you angry for the first time since you started training.

He was a little shocked but didn’t say anything else while he got in position, signaling to Scott to start the music.

All you can think about at this point is the disappointment on your dad’s face if you don’t win the competition, or worse fall like you just did.

You’re not even focused on Bucky anymore, in fact you’re so distracted that you don’t even make it to the throw jump before you fall, except this time you can feel that something’s wrong as soon as you hit the ice.

You can feel pain shoot from your ankle through your whole body and get immediately dizzy, you could barely make out the lights on the ceiling, your eyes going in and out of focus.

You can hear yelling and, once you concentrated, you can make out Bucky's voice saying words like ‘stupid’ and ‘incompetent’, which made you wish you had just passed out so you wouldn’t have to hear him insult you.

Your mind seemed to clear a little and you realized your tears finally started falling at some point, but you didn’t have much time to ponder on that before you were being helped to your feet, Scott telling you he was taking you to the hospital and everything was going to be okay.

You realized Bucky was no longer next to you before you even realized you didn’t have skates on anymore and were barefoot, but you just assumed he was too mad at you to care about your ankle.

You’re sitting in a hospital bed with a stomp on your left foot when your dad walks in, worry all over his face.

"Hey junior, are you okay?" you roll your eyes at his nickname, surely you don’t expect Tony Stark to be any less sarcastic seeing you well enough, but you’ve begged him to drop the stupid nickname which he refuses to because ‘but you’re just like me, it's a compliment!’

"I’m okay dad, just have to wear this for a few days." you say, pointing to your foot on a pillow.

"Good. Wanna tell me what happened?" he asks, taking a seat beside your bed.

"Just landed wrong while practicing the routine with Barnes. Too distracted, kept fucking up landings." you tell him, not daring to look in his eyes.

"Pushing yourself too hard?"

He surprises you with this question, but you promptly answer it. "If I was, I would’ve been able to land all my moves correctly. If anything I’m not pushing myself hard enough."

You can’t look at his face just to see the disappointment at your failure, but when you feel his hand on yours you force yourself to look into his eyes, and, to your surprise, there's no hint of disappointment.

"You know, sweetheart, I do mean it when I say you’re just like me. And there is nothing more heartbreaking to me than looking at you and seeing the same self-destructive tendencies I have reflected on you." he wipes a tear you hadn’t realized was falling from your cheek and keeps going. "I hate that I passed that on to you. I should’ve been more careful with you. I thought that letting you know I was proud was enough, unlike my dad, but maybe I should’ve been more specific."

"What do you mean?" you ask, sniffling a bit.

"I’m not proud of you because you always come first in competitions, or because you get the highest grades. I’m proud of you because I know you always try your best and put all of yourself into everything you do. That’s what being a Stark is all about. Plus you’re my daughter so let’s be honest, I’d love you to death even if you were a high school dropout who deals fake drugs to college kids."

You laughed while drying your tears, grateful for your father’s inability to stay serious for too long.

You hug him and say "Thanks, dad. I needed that more than I thought."

You let go of him and tell him about the real reason you couldn’t concentrate: the long-haired asshole with eyes so blue you felt like you were flying in the sky while looking at them, and like you were drowning the second he opened his mouth to say shit about you.

Of course you didn’t put it on those exact terms, but your dad was pretty good at reading between the lines.

By the end he had a smirk that made you want to legally change your name and run away because you just know he’s never going to let you live this down.

"Well, sounds like he’s really something." that’s all he says, weirdly. You eye him suspiciously but he doesn’t add to his sentence.

In fact, he doesn’t say anything more about it until he’s helped you get comfortable on your bed back home.

"You know…" he starts "little boys pull little girls’ pigtails on the playground to get their attention, because they don’t know what else to do." he says.

"Yeah, boys are stupid, so what?" you deadpan and he laughs then surprisingly says "Exactly. Maybe you’re not the only one that feels something here. Maybe there’s a stupid boy that can’t take his eyes off of you, but doesn’t know how to get your attention other than criticize you." he says, clearly happy with where he ended.

"Is this your long way of saying that you think Bucky likes me the same way I like him?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

"This is my long way of saying don’t be a stubborn Stark and try actually talking to him about this. You’d be surprised how fast stupid boys grow up just to keep the girl they want. Just ask your mother." and with that he leaves with a wink, leaving you wondering how much more immature Tony Stark could’ve been to have to grow up enough to sweep Pepper Potts off her feet.

You spend the next few days as a little ball of anxiety on your bed, not being able to do much but overthink about Bucky, only getting a break when Scott came to keep you company.

The day before the competition you've enough and convince Scott to drive you to the ice rink, knowing Bucky was probably there.

When you get there you can hear music but you don’t think much of it until you get right in front of the door and realize it was the song you and Bucky chose. Frowning, you open the door and what you see makes your jaw drop.

There they are, Bucky and Natasha, doing your routine.

You don’t know when you got closer to the rink, but you cannot take your eyes off of them, that is until you hear someone beside you say "they’re good, aren’t they?"

You turn your head to see Sam and Steve, the latter looking at you in a knowing way that almost seems apologetic of Sam’s words, the effect of which Sam doesn’t seem to notice.

You always felt like Steve could see right through you when it came to Bucky, always looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt and how much his words hurt you.

Seemingly reading all the questions swimming in your mind right now, Steve offers you some answers.

"Natasha came back early from her vacation. He brought her up to speed and she agreed to help him out. They’ve been practicing non-stop everyday since the day after you got hurt." Feeling like you have enough information, you turn back to the ice.

You watch them work in sync, almost like they're connected by wires and one can’t move without taking the other with them.

You watch as Bucky picks up Nat effortlessly and throws her like she's made of air. You watch as she moves so gracefully that it's almost surreal. You see her land every jump perfectly.

Again. And again. And again.

Every jump, every twist, every second you watch them something inside you brokes more.

You don’t know why, Natasha has been Bucky’s partner countless times before and it never mattered to you, and you’ve only skated with him for less than four months.

Maybe it was the fact that they're using the routing you and Bucky had come up with together, maybe you feel replaced.

Maybe it was the fact that you were coming here to talk to Bucky about your feelings and now you were seeing him flying around the ice rink as close with another girl as he was with you, maybe even closer.

They finish the routine and you can hear Bucky’s laughter, you can see his smile as he tells Natasha how perfect she was, how impressed he is at how fast she picked up everything, how glad he is that she showed up when she did.

Then it hits you.

Of course he’s glad she showed up. He never wanted to do this with you, you weren’t even a second choice, it took literally every other girl he knows to be unavailable for him to even think to ask you.

Why wouldn’t he be happy to have her back? He certainly never acted like this with you. He never laughed, barely even smiled...

He didn’t choose you, he got stuck with you.

Suddenly, it’s like everything he’s ever done, everything he’s ever said to you comes crashing down on you all at once.

It’s like you can actually hear your heart breaking and there’s only one thought on your mind: He likes Natasha.

It makes sense, the first day you met he seemed into you, right up until he saw her and the second he turned around he was done with you.

Maybe he started to be an ass just to make that clear, not wanting to actually say anything. After all, he always was very nice to Nat. To everyone but you really.

And it’s not like you could blame him, Natasha’s always been better than you. Growing up she was always your only competition, it’s a fortune you ended up friends really, considering how easy it could’ve been for you to hate each other.

She’s the reason you spent so much time trying to be better, and you’d like to say it was the same for her, but you doubt it very much.

She’s always been prettier, thinner, stronger, smarter, better with boys and at making friends. She was the obvious choice.

Of course she was Bucky’s choice.

You didn’t realize you were so deep in your thoughts, or that you were still staring at them, until you feel a hand on your shoulder and hear Sam’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

You look at Steve and Sam and all you want to do is get out of here. It was already a miracle you weren’t already crying.

Without saying a word you turn around and walk away as fast as you can with the damn stump on your foot. You aren’t fast enough though, because halfway to the door you hear Bucky’s voice, much too close to you to your liking, calling your name.

For a second you think you hear something seeming happiness in his voice, but quickly dismiss the idea and try to keep going, but then you feel his hand on your wrist turning you around to face him.

His face seems to instantly fall as he looks at you and all you can think about is how sick you are of being the only one that takes his smile away.

"What’s wrong?" he asks in a weirdly soft tone, but you can’t find the voice to answer him.

You two just stare at each other until you hear someone clear their throat behind Bucky, and you look over his shoulder just as Natasha starts talking.

"Hi, Stark. Heard what happened to you." she nods towards your foot "Sorry I haven’t been to visit you, we’ve been pretty busy."

You don’t look at her while you answer, turning your eyes back to Bucky, who’s still holding your wrist, while you say "I can see that. Don’t worry, Romanoff, I’m just glad Barnes finally has a partner that’s not incompetent."

All he does is stare confusedly at you, which makes you angry enough to yank your hand away from him, turn around and walk away, ignoring the calls of your name behind you.

You miss the sadness on Bucky’s face, or the way he questions Sam and Steve about everything you said and did since the second you entered.

Bucky, on the other hand, did not miss the tears starting to fall down your cheeks as you turn away.

You decide not to go to the competition the following day. It would be the first time you voluntarily miss one of Nat’s competitions, but you don’t feel like having a replay of yesterday’s show when it’s already been on replay in your mind all night.

Your absence doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends. Nat and Steve being the only ones that understand, even though they’re not very happy about it.

Another thing that doesn’t go unnoticed by the group is how much more agitated than normal Bucky seems to be.

Even during competitions, he’s usually very calm, but today the only thing that makes him stop pacing around the room is Natasha’s sharp ‘would you sit down’ that makes him sigh and sit next to her on the bleachers where they’re waiting for their turn.

He can’t seem to keep his body still as he starts to bounce his leg up and down out of nerves, and can’t seem to stop even when the redhead gets up abruptly with an exasperated ‘for the love of god’ and goes to sit further from him and near Sam, exchanging seats with Steve, who puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, effectively bringing out of his head and making his body still with another sigh.

"You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to." Steve tells his anxious friend.

"You know I have to Steve. Otherwise Fury won't let me do other couples competitions."

"I know, but the whole reason you started doing them was for the chance to pair up with Y/N, which never even happened until now." Steve points out while frowning.

"I’m not the one that chooses the pairs, Rogers, it’s always Fury. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I worked so hard this week just so she could do this. Plus Y/N’s never been interested in these competitions so this whole idea was just stupid to begin with. Now after I finally convince her, she gets hurt and thinks I think she’s incompetent, for some reason." Bucky hasn't been able to stop thinking about what you said yesterday.

Why would you ever think he thinks you're incompetent? He knows he's been a dick to you for years, but never has he ever said you were incompetent.

It's really just constructive criticism given in a poor way. A very poor way... Yeah, he really just has himself to blame for the way you feel about him now, he knows it.

He doesn't even really have a justification for it, either. If he's being honest with himself, he's intimidated by you.

The first time he saw you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, you were so graceful on skates and looked like you were exactly where you belong, lost in your own little world.

Then when Natasha said your name, he realized who he was talking to: the daughter of one of the richest families in town.

He'd heard a lot about you and your family, your impressive achievements on and off the ice. He's ashamed to say he felt small all of a sudden, knowing just from hearing about you that he'd never be good enough for you.

Still, he couldn't help but be drawn to you, couldn't help but watch you as much as he could get away with, but the only way he could justify that without being seen as a creep was to criticize what you did. It made sense, right?

Bucky is pulled from his thoughts, again, by Steve’s voice.

"Well, you were basically yelling that at her when she got hurt last week." at his words Bucky's just as confused as he was yesterday when you stormed out.

"I didn’t…" then it hits him. "I wasn’t talking about her! I was talking about Scott because he wouldn’t hurry up!"

"Oh. Listen, buddy, we both know you like her. You fucked up, big time, and it’s gonna take a lot to get her to forgive you. You could start by stop being an ass to her and apologize." Bucky knows the blonde is right.

It will take a miracle just to get you to look in his direction, let alone allow him to apologize, but he has to at least try to make things right.

He stands up suddenly, startling Steve, and says, "you were there for all our rehearsals, right? You know the routine?"

Steve is confused, but answers with a slow "yeah, why?" but Bucky gives no further explanation, too busy picking up all his stuff.

When Steve puts together what his friend is hinting at, he quickly says "I didn’t mean right now!"

"No time like the present! Go change." he says, nudging Steve toward the changing rooms.

"Buck, if you go now Fury’s gonna kill you!"

"I don’t care!" he yells, basically running out the door and ignoring Natasha yelling his name, the only thing on his mind being running to you as fast as he could.

Every thought in his head, though, is instantly forgotten as he comes to a sudden stop at the top of the stairs outside of the rink.

There, at the bottom, is you, looking just as shocked at seeing him there as he feels.

After a few moments of just looking at each other, you can’t take it anymore and decide to break the silence. "I didn’t know if I should come in. Didn’t know if Nat wanted my support after I was so rude, you know."

When he doesn’t say anything and just stares at you, you feel the need to keep going.

"What are you doing out here? Did I miss your turn? How did it go?" that seems to snap him out of it and he starts to move towards you, still not saying anything and making you even more nervous as you start regretting coming here.

When he comes face to face with you, finally, he speaks. "I was gonna come looking for you." your brows furrowed in confusion.

"why?"

"I have owed you an apology for a long time now. I’m sorry for being a dick to you for all these years… it really wasn’t about you. I just felt insecure and acted out about it, and eventually I felt so used to it I couldn’t help it..."

You were shocked to say the least, this was the last thing you were expecting tonight. "You felt insecure? Why?"

"Because you’re you!" he almost yelled, gesturing to your whole body and startling you a bit. "I mean you’re a Stark, you’re kind of a legend who lives up to the legend. You’re smart and talented and confident and beautiful. I never thought I’d be good enough for you... I still don’t."

You don't know what to say, but you aren't running for the hills so Bucky keeps talking. "I’d also like to make it clear that I’ve never called you incompetent. I was talking about Lang, that idiot took ages to get his keys to drive you to the hospital. I didn’t even realize you might’ve heard me until Steve pointed it out to me just now while we were waiting our turn and I just had to find you and tell you."

Once everything he said actually registered in your brain, the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. "Wait, you left the competition to come find me? Natasha’s gonna kill you!"

He chuckles a little while saying, "I’d be more worried about Fury."

"Fury?" You're confused again. "Why would you be worried about Fury?"

"He’s gonna be pissed that I left. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I trained so hard to make it here, I wanted to skip it after you got hurt, but he said if I did he wouldn’t let me do any more pairs."

"I thought this competition was important to you, that’s the whole reason I said yes. And you wanted to quit it?" You're more confused than ever.

"It was important because it was my chance to finally spend time with you." he says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I’d rather not do our routine at all if I can’t do it with you." he adds, shrugging.

"really?" you can’t help but smile at hearing him say ‘our routine’ "But you and Nat work much better than you and I do."

"perphabs, but I still think you’re the best there is. Even when it’s with me, a person you hate." He says the last part while looking at his feet, almost afraid of saying it aloud and perfectly aware that he’s the reason why.

"I don’t hate you." you say, almost too fast.

His eyes snap back up to yours. "You don’t? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I’d hate me if I were you."

"Sure, I don’t always love the things you say about my skills, but you’ll never criticize me more than I criticize myself. Mostly, you’re just a distraction." you say shrugging, not fully realizing what you just confessed.

"I distract you?" he says with a smug smirk that kind of makes you want to punch him, bringing his hand to your cheek.

You groan but let him keep it there, loving the feeling of his warm hand against your skin. "Don’t get cocky with me, Barnes."

He laughs, but doesn’t say anything else waiting for you to elaborate with an expectant look.

"Fine." you sigh. "Yes, you distract me. You might be a jerk, but I can’t concentrate when I’m around you. All I can think about is the sound of your voice, and the way you smell and the color of your stupid pretty eyes... I can’t help but like you, no matter how much of an asshole you are to me, for reasons I’m sure have something to do with my father."

He laughs again at your last sentence and you swear you’d never heard a better sound. "So I guess I should be thankful for you daddy issues, huh." he says making you laugh with him.

"Yeah, you very much should be." you put your arms around his neck when his hand drops from your face and his arms wrap around your waist.

"You distract me too, you know. Everytime you’re in the room you’re all I can see..." He sighs. "I’ll never apologize enough for all the things I said to you, but let me try. Let me take you on a date, for starters."

You pretend to think about it all of two seconds before you’re nodding with a smile, so he adds, "What about right now?"

"Slow down there, Romeo, why don’t we go cheer on our friends first." you giggle at his pout while you take his hand and lead the way inside.

When you take a seat next to Sam, just in time to hear the announcement of Natasha and Steve’s names, there's no wiping the smile off of Bucky’s face. His arm goes immediately around your shoulders to bring you closer as you greet Sam that had a knowing grin of his own.

You watch your friends go through the routine perfectly, to your joy and surprise. You really are proud of them, and you make sure to tell them when they are close enough to the edge of the ice while waiting for their score.

"Maybe after we can all go out to eat something." Steve suggests, still slightly out of breath.

"I’m sorry, punk. I have a date that I’m not missing for anything in the world." Bucky answers without taking his eyes away from you, his smile seared onto his face.

Steve chuckles at how whipped his friend already seems to be, moving closer to the judges with Nat when it was time for their scores.

Second place, not bad for a last minute thing.

As you cheer for your friends while they're given their medals, Bucky leans down and whispers in your ear "we would’ve come first."

You burst laughing and Bucky known in this exact moment that he would do anything to hear that sweet sound for the rest of his life.

You look up at him and raise your voice just enough for him to hear over all the screaming, with a smile big enough to match his "We totally would’ve."

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visd3stele · 2 years

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If you still write for Criston can you write an imagine based on ep 4 but its Rhaenyra younger sister he is attracted to??

still write? i'm just getting started ;)

i hope you like it!

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a/n: so, usualy i don't include smut in requests if it's not specifically asked for, the more i do is hint to it lightly. but since it's a request about that episode, the one so focused on the meaning and discoveries of sexual life, and it is the got universe, i thought it's safe to assume you're ok with it. if not, beware the warnings below and let me know through another ask.

tw: kind of spoilerish (better read after you watched the episode), virgin!reader, virginity loss, smut, piv, innocent!bold!reader,a dime of jealousy, talks of forced marriage, old typical mysonigistic rhetoric about the female body, behavior and a woman's sexual activities let me know if i missed anything

Sleepless nights

A gust of wind blew from behind, whipping loose strands of hair against the flurry breathing in your face. H/c locks flew around your head in a messy crown. Though your vision was blurred - with piercing tears and whips of hair - you felt no fear. Up in the sky, between the clouds floating above King's Landing, you were more at home than you ever were inside the confinement of the royal palace. Here, with just your dragon to keep you company, your body eased the tension gathered over the day. A wild laugh boomed where no one but your ears could hear. So unlady-like, your tutors would say, just like the grin spread on your face.

You found it easier to leap into the princess act expected from you when on the ground. But on the back of your dragon, a mighty creature you, alone, tamed, the well of bottled up feelings broke its walls. You felt powerfully and powerful.

"Don't you love this, Attor? Freedom," you closed your eyes to feel the moonlight, smelling the scent of air before rain. The dragon whispered its roar of agreement, longing his neck for a pet on the head. You happily obliged.

Poison. It caused reason to gossip when you named your dragon such. What ill intentions could hide behind? But you simply thought it fit him. A dragon with no fire, only the venom that should lit it. A silent dragon whose roars aren't heard and who is sneakier than even some spies you've met.

"Yes, I can't get enough of this."

"Y/n!" You couldn't stop the sigh escaping your lungs. You love your bigger sister more than the lengths all the dragons in the realm could take you. But you didn't want to go back just yet.

"Now? Really? Can't I stay a bit more? Please."

The night was young. Barely a few hours passed evening. Rhaenyra usually came to take you home only shortly before dawn. When you would complain about wanting to see the sunrise like you used to do together as children. She'd put out a small opposition, just for show as she wanted to do it too. Then you'd return together to the castle, tiptoeing your way to bed.

This time, however, Rhaenyra seemed to be on a rush.

"No, y/n, come on."

"But why?" You whined.

"I have something to do tonight and I'd rather know you out of trouble."

"What troubles can I possibly run into in the sky?"

"You'll find a way. Come."

"Fine, but only if you tell me what's so important that you have to take away my last few days of enjoyment until I shall be wed."

Rhaenyra's face fell. Your father has been trying to find you both a proper suitor. He agreed to let you choose your husbands if you do so in the time he desires. You and Rhaenyra have been travelling around the seven kingdoms for that exactly purpose, but none of the men either of you saw raised your interest. Now, you were waiting anxiously for your father's picks.

"Don't be like that. Father might come around. He haven't eyed anyone for either of us."

"Yet. But don't try to evade me! What are the mysterious plans of tonight, Rhaeny?"

"I- I'm not sure, actually. Daemon wants me to accompany him. In the guise of a boy. It's like an adventure!"

Another too big smile for a proper princess spread your lips. Rhaenyra's happiness made you happy as well. She rarely took time for herself. To feel, to explore - her own personhood if anything else was off limits. Unlike you, who had your nightly rides above storms or through peaceful stars.

"Swear to me you'll tell everything tomorrow."

"Thank you, y/n!" Rhaenyra flew her dragon closer, enough so that the both of you could hug. "I will tell you all of it in the morning," she beamed. And you descended.

You and Rhaenyra were making your way to the palace after you took care of the dragons for the night. She had to meet Daemon and change and you... well, you didn't know what you'll do, if you were to be honest.

"Princess..es." A soft smile made its way to your lips, heating you cheeks before you could even comprehend the stumble of words. Your body reacted on its own accord to the low, sweet voice. Ser Criston Cole was on patrol duty, it seemed. Or at least for the first half of the night, when another guards would replace him and his fellow.

You never missed it, the change of guards. Whether you were spending the first hours of moonlight watching Ser Cole laugh with his companions, stretch or jump and do push ups to keep sleep away until eventually his features loosened, his smile but a fading ghost lost in a yawn and he stumbled over his words to say goodnight on his way to bed, or you were swirling around the palace roof on the nights he'd take the second shift to see him run energically to the other guards, patting them on the back and cracking some jokes you never heard, you took the habit to sight the handsome knight as often as you made it possible.

Rhaenyra smiled back at him, wishing him an easy night as she moved past. She was the one he noticed first. The first to call after. You were a mere second thought, you mused sadly.

"Good night, princess y/n," he said politely as you walked past him. But he spared you no glance. Your smiled was tight when you lightly bowed your head to him in recognition and moved on.

How come him and Rhaenyra were friends, but he acted around you so... proper? Back straight, eyes fixed in front of him as if he were a statue only coming to life to serve and protect when ordered or needed, arms folded behind and chest flaunted proudly, representing the royal family. Why couldn't he be himself with you too? Like he was with Rhaenyra: laid back, easy going, speaking his mind freely, even allowing himself to be her confidant. And he would share with her too, like friends do.

Ever since the tournament, your heart skipped a beat every time you saw him. With time, your breath caught in your chest even when you heard his voice, or long, joy filled laugh echoing in the halls. You couldn't help the jealousy rising in your bile every time Ser Cole and Rheanyra were together. They get so close in such short notice! Meanwhile you and him were still on title before names basics.

"How did you do that?" You asked out of breath as you ran to catch up with her.

"Do what?" Under any other circumstances you would have thought she's teasing you. But tonight Rhaenyra was distracted.

"Forget it. It's nothing important. Where are you to meet with uncle?"

The older Targaryen princess, as big sisters often seem to, fell pray to the need to offer comfort to - and brighten the mood of - her little sister. Even not knowing what issued such ache in your weak tone.

"Would you like to come with us?" She said, instead of answering your question.

From where they have fallen in self pity, jealousy and despair, your eyes surged forward to meet Rhaenyra's in excited surprise.

"It's only fair," she shrugged in answer to your silent question of approval. "I ruined your night, so you might as well pay me back."

"I won't ruin anything!" You protested, seemingly offended. But a large laugh bubbled in your chest, hard to contain.

Your excitement was chipped, but not bend, when Daemon faltered for mere seconds before reluctantly agreeing to take you with them. Rhaenyra and your uncle were walking fast in front of you, never once unlocking their hands. You struggled to keep up. Perhaps they were trying to lose you? That wouldn't make any sense, you argued to your own mind. They wouldn't leave you alone in the city at night. And what for would they even be tempted to do so?

All thoughts emptied your brain as you came to a sudden halt in Daemon's heels. He led you and your sister to a brothel! Rhaenyra's pupils dilated in the night. Curiosity, raw thrill and pure joy buzzed through her body. You could feel it even a few steps behind. To be in such a place, dressed as a boy, should have been a matter of fantasies. But here you were.

"You don't have to go in if you don't want to," your uncle said, turning to face you quickly before turning his attention back on your much more eager sister. "I can call for a guard to keep you company in a tavern nearby. One I know will never speak of it."

You bit at the inside of your cheeks with your canine. Though a virgin and a princess, you were aware of the activities that went down in a pleasure house and what they entailed. Sort of. You used to eavesdrop conversations between guards as a child. Sneak and steal some of the forbidden books your tutors warned you about being unproper for your delicate, feminine eyes. You read them in the sky, feet dangling from Attor's back as he floated easy too high up to be seen.

But standing in front of the brothel's door right now, close enough to smell the too sweet odor of mixed perfumes and scented candles you felt your heart constrict painfully in your chest. The slapping sounds of skin on skin contact, the loud groans and breathy moans chilled your blood and sweat that begin to form on your skin.

Unexplainable fear overtook your senses. You couldn't do it! Of course, a part of you wanted to. March inside, pick a handsome man and get it over with. Pop the flower everyone told you to nurture and save for your husband. But the feeling that this wasn't how it's supposed to be wouldn't evade you. No matter how much you'd try to convince yourself that you can't possibly know that, your mind wouldn't let go of the maddeningly aphrodisiac love making reaped from promising pages.

"Yes, please."

Daemon looked relieved. He ordered both of you to stay still, hidden in the shadows nearby, and rushed to get the up mentioned guard.

"Are you feeling... well?"

"Yes, Rhaeny, don't worry for me. Worry for yourself. You seem like you could become addicted to this place and you haven't even entered."

"It feels freeing."

"I know."

"Then why won't you come in? I'm quite scared too of the unknown of it. But it's not a panic worthy fear. Like when father married Alicent -" you both winced -" it's more of a thrill. I want this. Whatever this is, wherever the night will lead me to do."

"You're excited."

"Aren't you? We're actually in the town. On our own. Without thousands of eyes judging our every move. People didn't even recognized us!"

You smiled at your sister's happiness. Once again, it was enough for your own to surge as well. You shook your head. "Have fun, Rhaenyra. But don't do anything stupid. I'll get drunk waiting for you. I've never been drunk before."

You both burst in incontrollable giggles. That's how birds must feel when they fly around the world, freed of any cage, following only their instincts, you thought. And their bellies, the growl of your stomach added. It made you laugh even harder.

That's how Daemon found you. Teary eyed, voice hoarse from laughing, bodies trembling with shakes of hiccups, remains of wild, sister with madness, joy.

"I see, my prince. This is how you got them to agree with such an idea. You got them drunk."

If you were, indeed, intoxicated, his voice was enough to sober you up. Ser Cole, in all his tall, polished glory, smirked next to a confused Daemon. It wasn't a mean smirk, nor a teasing one you saw on you dearest knight's lips. His eyes, so dark as the deepest nights, seemed even bigger now. You realized his pupils grew in size, flooding the warm black of his irises with something more feral.

The same look was in your uncle's eyes, fixed on Rhaenyra. But where Criston was wearing himself like a calculated predator, a dragon if not of blood, then of demeanor, Daemon had a goofy, adoring smile in the corner of his lips.

"I haven't done anything, Ser Cole. They are here on they own, sober, accord."

Not wasting anymore time, your uncle grabbed your sister by the hand again and stormed inside the pleasure house. Alone with Criston, your care free spirit from earlier grew heavier. You noticed the look in his eyes, which you concluded to be lust, but you thought he sighted your sister. And the thought weight more than it should have.

"I was told to stick at your side, princess, in your nightly adventure. And to never speak of what shall happen. Please, don't pay me any mind and do as your heart desires."

You turned on you heels with not a single word uttered to your guard. What could you have said? You are what my heart desires, but you act so distant and cold I'm afraid that will never be? You wouldn't dare. So you choose the safer option: silence. And because of that you missed how his shoulders, held high and proud, slogged at your behavior. How he closed his eyes and bite back a sigh, bowling and relaxing his fingers at his sides.

You reached a small house that smelled like piss and shoved your way inside. Cheap bear stinking like dragon food crumbs splashed from knocked together in cheers cups. Dirty dishes traveled from table to table, not once being washed or changed for the clients. But at least the food looked good.

"Are you sure you want to be here, princess?" Ser Cole eyed the tavern with warry distaste.

"I want to see what life truly feels like," you said in earnest as you sat at a shacking table. Criston scoffed.

"You live in a palace, wear clothes adorned in jewels and gold and ride dragons for fun. You do live the life. The good one."

"I am locked in a beautiful prison, but prison nonetheless. I wear dresses I can barely move in so nobles could approve of me. Gawk at my figure, judge my manners and my speech and bid for my hand to my father. But the dragons are the good life, indeed. I cannot - and don't want to - argue with you about that."

Your hushed blurt out rendered Ser Cole to silence. It wasn't until your food came when he spoke again. Much to your delight as you couldn't believe the first time you had a chance to befriend the man you have fallen for you poured your heart out and scared him.

"I must apologize." You cringed as he went back to the cold, dutiful speech. "I assumed... I didn't know."

"I suppose I overreacted as well. I know nothing of your life before King's Landing. I know these are struggling people, who seek oblivion for a night and would gladly take my place. It's my first night to experience freedom. And soon to be the last. I am to marry one of my father's chosing, but there are so many things I want to try!"

Criston's jaws clenched at the mention of marriage. He stuffed his mouth with the game's meat to have something to focus onto in his attempt to regain composure.

"And you pick the dirtiest tavern in town?"

"It was the closest," you smiled at his teasing tone. Feeling an iced wall finally breaking down between you two. "I was hungry."

"I can see that," Criston laughed. He, then, took a handkerchief from a hidden pocked in his armor and leaned over the table. His movements were wry, doubtful. So much unlike his confidence in battle. Locking his eyes with yours, he brushed the material over your mouth.

You tried to hide your surprise, block the instict of jerking away from his touch. You didn't want him to believe you didn't enjoy it, like he seems to think you dislike his self appointed lesser company.

"Thank you," flustered and happy beyond understanding, you leaned your cheek in his touch. E/c eyes burning in pits of mysteries and lust. Though there was something more you didn't want to decipher. Didn't want to hope. Could it be love? Affection? Admiration, like Daemon watched Rhaenyra with? It was better to hope than to be dissappointed by the truth.

As Criston broke eye contact, breathing more loudly than before, kicking his leg under the table and druming his fingers on the shacking wood, you considered your options. Tasting alcohol for the first time in your life, possibly even getting drunk sounded good. Fun, even. But standing face to face to Ser Cole, having the chance to bond, or something more...

You still trembled a bit at the thought of the brothel. Except now it was mostly with regret. You have wanted to see what happens. Understand why people want it so badly. And you beat yourself up from chickening out. Just that now, you could place a reason next to your hesitation. You didn't want simply anyone willing to take you. You wanted Ser Criston Cole.

"Maybe I can take you riding one day," you spit out before you could overthink it. You, Criston and Attor, alone in the sky. It sounded like peace should feel like.

Ser Cole gulped, stopping his body to a still statue. "Ride," he cleared his throat, eyes bulged in his head, "riding, princess?"

"Yes. With Attor. Dragonback riding. You seemed to be taken by them earlier."

On the word taken, he chocked again, brown curls spasming around his head as he denied it. "I mean, yes! Please!" He seemed to come back to his senses from a chaotic dream. "I would like to fly with you."

Your small, hesitant smile brightened the dark tavern. It looked like Ser Cole was just as nervous around you as yiu were around him. Perhaps, then, he saught your friendship as you did his. Or maybe even more.

The next of the meal happened in content silence. At least on your part. Criston brushed his teeth together, resuming his hectic body movements, avoiding to look at you at all costs. Specifically avoiding to see the way your mouth wraps around bite impaled on the fork between taking it in your mouth. How your throats bobs as you swallow. Closing his eyes against the satisfying sigh you let out once you were full.

Ser Col couldn't be more thankful for thick armor he had on. Nor could he be more annoyed by it. The layers of metal and cloth painfully strangled the bulge growing in his pants at the mere proximity of you. He shouldn't have clean your mouth. The touch of your lips, even through the material of the handkerchief sent shivers down his spine. He would have come in his pants if he hadn't remind himself you were to be wed soon. Criston knew he stood no chance for your hand. But hope is a cockroach. It always finds a way to survive, no matter how many times it's stomped on to.

When you pushed your soft cheek into his roughened palm, the dreams of a day when he could snake a hand around you and catch your lips with his in a long, passionate kiss, freely, were born anew.

"Is something wrong?"

"Hm? No! No. What could be wrong, princess?"

"Y/n, please. I have to confess I jealous of my sister for quite the while now. I cannot stand these formalities from you."

Skies above! What you were doing to him! When he arrived at King's Landing, princess Rhaenyra has been a friendly voice in a sea of steel strangers. But it was you who took his breath away. With your sister he found his words easily. He could relax. Around you? He needed to impress. To hear you were feeling the same warmed his heart, dangerously so.

"Y/n. Very well, then, please call me Criston. No more 'Ser Cole'."

"Deal."

"Where to next, y/n?"

You bit your lips and his eyes fell immediately to the white of your teeth shining against the flesh of your mouth. He licked his own. It gave you the confidence you needed to ask what you wanted of him.

"Take me back to the palace."

A crease at the bridge of his nose. "You're done with the adventure tonight?"

"Not even close, Criston. I was just thinking of a different kind of adventure." You tried your best to mimic the suggestive looks you read and heard about. But you didn't know what those were or how they were supposed to feel like on your face. You only hoped you managed to pull off an inviting, sexy demeanor.

Your handsome knight gulped, reaching for his helmet to stand up. Hesitation playing in his eyes. You could tell he was trying to find the rigt words to tell you off.

So you snatched the heavy, shining helmet from his fingers while he was lost in thought.

"Princess – y/n," he corrected himself shortly. You only beamed at him, a fleeting smirk beginning to blossom on your face. Blinking innocently at him, you took short, but many, steps back. Not once breaking the innocent haze staring in his lustful one.

"What is it, Ser... Criston?"

"My helmet, please," he extended a hand, speaking with difficulty. It encouraged you. Despite its weight you twirled it to take a better look at it.

"Oh, this little, old thing. You want it back?"

"I need it, yes."

"Well, if it's so important, come and get it." And you took off running.

That bubbly laugh you could only allow at night echoed in the crammed streets of King's Landing. You bumped into people who paid you no mind, other than, perhaps, here and there, some angry mutters or bitter warnings to be more careful.

Every now and then you'd steal a brief glance to your back. And you felt yourself become even lighter with joyous spirit each time you did. Criston was tailing you. A bashful smile creeping on his face when he, not able to take his eyes off you, ran into passer byers. As soon as the path was clear, though, his lips spread in a large grin from ear to ear.

"I can do this all night, y/n. How much can you hold up?" He teased.

"I guess we have to find out. Or..." you trailed off, coming to a quick stop. You held the helmet in front of you with both hands, urging Criston to step closer.

You stood beneath your chamber's window, where a thick tangle of ivy climbed from the ground to the crenels. You used it to climb down your window for your nightly getaways with Attor. Or climb up to avoid the guard and fetch your silent dragon from there. The window was open.

Criston neared in. Still keeping you at arms' length he tried to get the helmet without entering your space. Sharply, you brought it closer to you, forcing Criston to stumble over you.

Both if your hands were now on the helmet, but neither seemed to notice. Your chests heaved under heavy breaths, almost touching, if not for the layers of clothes between. Matching smiles worn on your faces, but you wouldn't notice, gaze locked in each other's eyes.

"Or," you breathed out, his proximity setting your already tired heart on an even quicker beat. "We could tire in a different way."

Saying so, you touched his cheek. Warm skin met your ghostly brush, sweaty from the run. You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and once you found your fingers linked with the soft, rich curls, you couldn't move it away.

Criston's head fell on yours. Tired to fight desire any longer. The brave knight, the winner of all battles he took part in, found the one he wouldn't have a chance against. You, on the battlefield of love, lust and need.

Foreheads still touching, Criston brought his hand to your face, cupping your chin in his large palm. Large enough to cover your frame and brush a thumb over your lips.

"Are you sure? I don't think I'll be able to stop once I have even the smallest taste of you."

"Yes. I want you, Criston. Whatever it is you have in mind, do not stop."

His grip tightened on you – not enough to bruise, but enough to tell you the effect you had on him and his self restraint – as you felt the vibration of a groan passing through his body.

"You aren't aware of what you do to me, y/n."

Likewise, you wanted to say. "Than show me."

And before you knew it, his lips were on yours. The soft touch tingled your whole body and instinctively, you plucked your own lips to meet his. A satisfied moan of his was swallowed by the kiss as you let your head fall back and lids closing over your sight.

You pulled back for air, goofy smiles plastered on both of your faces. And, as if there was a thread sewed between the two of you now, you clashed your moths again. And again.

This time, his hands roamed over your body, feeling every curve, every softness of it. You sighed, pushing yourself more and more into his hands.

"Skies above!" He exclaimed in a rushed whisper of admiration. You smiled sheepishly, catching your breath.

"I want to feel you too," you said, walking your fingers over the polished grey of his armor. He stepped back, only enough to have space to untie the strings keeping his panoply in place. With slow movements, Ser Cole pulled it over his head.

He took your hand, then, placing it on his chest. You passed your palms over his upper body, feeling his muscles through the cloth hiding his body from you. When you reached the hem of his shirt, you snuck your hands underneath. He gasped, but circled your wrists with his hands to keep yours in place when you, in the panic surging through your veins, tried to remove them.

"Keep going," he rasped out. You stepped closer. The feel of his hard skin, warm and sharp under your touch, his scent - a surprisingly pleasant mix of steel and beer - filled your being. His presence possessed you, consuming you with need and want. And that you caused the same to him only strengthen the feelings.

"We can climb to my room. Window's open."

No sooner said than done, carried in the arms of Criston, you found yourselves in your dim lit room. Only the clear night sky, bright with stars and moonlight shone above the two you, illuminating your steps towards love.

Ser Cole lowered to the ground, dropping his head on your lower belly, inhaling deeply before lifting your shirt and tracing a line of light touches of his lips, forehead and nose on your bare skin. Your hands flew to his hair, threading through it as an overwhelming pleasure like you never felt before took over you.

Now Criston lingered under your breasts. Each time he exhaled a ticklish breath of hot air, your toes curled in your shoes. You pulled at his hair, grazing the skin at the back of his neck.

"Impatient, princess?" The amusement in his voice would usually melt your heart, but now it had the opposite effect. Annoyance bit bitterly in the back of your mind. So you pulled away a mere half an inch to push your clothes away. In a moment of bold desire, you stripped of every piece of material covering your body.

The sight of your naked form wiped the smugness off Ser Cole. Lips parted slightly, swallowing hard and breathing heavy with awe sparkling in his eyes, Criston grasped your arms, rubbing up and down their length slowly. His eyes searched every part of you with grateful respect: from the blissed out expression on your face, to the perched up nipples against the cold, from the bump hooding your sex to the toes rolling against the floor.

You closed in the gap, hot skin brushing against rough clothes. You tipped on your toes, circling his neck. A shiver passed through as his one of his palms came to rest low on your back, the other one digging in your hips. Partly to steady you, partly in attempt to sooth the insatiable growing need to feel you.

Your fingers danced around the hem of his shirt. Making sure to touch more of his heated body than the piece of clothing. Eventually, you traced the knotted laces, pulling softly at them until they came undone. Criston took his shirt off and, in doing so he arched his back, pushing his hips and torso into you.

A moan escaped you, stumbling over your feet in surprise. Criston caught you, letting his hands descend to your ass and squeezing it lightly. It earned him another moan, music to his ears.

Your head was resting on his shoulder, too heavy with pleasure to keep it up. An idea bloomed in your mind. Without thinking too much of it, you kissed his neck. Criston groaned and you gained confidence. You let your hands travel on his back as your mouth explored his front. Collarbone, chest, shoulder.

Criston's pants tighten against your thigh. On cue with the gasp you released, Ser Cole fell to his knees. As his hands knitted your breasts, his lips tickled your body.

When his mouth touched your pubic mound, you involuntarily pushed from him.

"I'm sorry," he said immediately, getting up and giving you more space.

"No, don't be. I just... can we take it slower?"

Criston nodded keenly. "Of course."

The next time he approached you, he waited for you to make the first move. You pressed your body into his and kissed him hard. Soon, your moths were open, tongues pushing against each other, twirling in one another, teeth clashing in desperation.

He begin to suck at your neck, sloppy open mouthed kisses leaving a wet trail behind that, when wind blew from outside, rose goosebumps on your shivering form, hardening your breasts. Criston looked for permission, or any sign of hesitation in your eyes before taking one nipple in his mouth, massaging the other with his hand.

Your nails sunk in his shoulderblades, your breath coming out in hitched pants, turning your moans in cries of bliss. "Criston," his name evaded your lips. The knight froze for just a moment before straightening up and telling you to jump, driven by the sound of your pleasure speaking his name.

Criston secured your legs around his waist. His hardened erection throbbing against your wet folds. An itching sensation arouse in your pussy as your insides lit on fire. While Criston attended to your upper body, licking, sucking, biting softly, all making the knits in your belly tighter and the empty feeling in your cunt more annoying, you rolled your hips against his.

"Y/n," he groaned, somewhere between want, delight, and needy distress. His palms seized your sides, keeping you in place. An unsatisfied scoff, that sounded more like a whine, made Criston chuckle.

"Criston," you moaned, trying to escape his grasping fingers digging in your hips. "Please."

"Patience, princess, my sweet y/n. Patience. I want to make this special for you."

And how he did it!

He walked you to the bed, lowering you on the rose scented mattresses. He kissed you once. A long, slow show of love rather than lust. Then he untied his pants and let the drop to the ground. Criston wanted nothing more than to climb over you and worship your body how he knew best. But he resisted the urge, giving you a sight of his naked body.

Just as he thought, you prompted on your elbows, taking him all in. Then you crawled to the edge of the bed. Eyes piercing his own, you touched shyly the hard member between his legs. A whimper he'd never admit to echoed in the room, causing a giggle from you.

More sure on yourself, you closed your fist around his cock. You pumped it, enjoying the twitch it gave in your hands, the reactions you caught from Criston. Whose hands were now playing with threads of your hair, trying to stop himself from rutting into your fist.

In a spur of confidence you dropped your head and kissed the tip of his leaking dick. "Y/n," he yelped. "Tease." He could barely talk.

"Not at all. Just turning back the favor." You winked at him, lying back on the bed, pulling him over you.

Criston's hands trapped your head between them as he lined himself with your entrance. "Are you sure?"

"You beamed up at him, pushing your chest into his to capture his lips. "Take me, Ser Cole, Criston, I'm all yours," you said before letting your head fall on the pillow.

A small laugh broke the silence, speeding through your knight's body. He laced your fingers with his, spreading your bodies for each other. Then he touched the tip of his cock to your aching, pulsing walls. Your body reacted as on cue, clenching around it, not enough to fill you but enough to leave you wanting for more.

You raised your hips in an invitation to go deeper. Criston obliged. Listening to every shift of your body, he took his time pushing inside you, giving you time to adjust to him spreading you. Once again, your moans turned into blissed out cries as he begin to move, scratching that itch just right.

Ser Cole wasn't silent himself. Biting his lips to contain the sighs and groans, tightening his hold on your fingers to keep himself from going too fast.

You set the pace. He thrusted into you and you clenched around him, as if your pussy wanted to grab to his cock and never let go. You rolled your hips to meet him as he moved his own as if dancing.

The fire knots in your belly grew tighter and tighter and with them the strength with which your walls pulsed around him. "You're close, aren't you?" He whispered sweetly, cleaning your face of hair stuck to with with sweat. You did the same for him as you urged his head closer to yours.

"Let go, y/n," Criston murmured in the kiss. "Let go for me."

And you did. Arching your back, releasing the loudest cry so far, you came around him as he rode you through your orgasm.

Criston was still hard inside you, you noticed, even though he stopped moving. An urgent twitch spasming against your folds. He wanted to pull out when the highs of your pleasure calmed, but you held him in place.

"You didn't..."

"I know. I don't want to risk it."

Of course you knew how children were made. The thought simply didn't occur to you so far. "The maetrons have ways to prevent pregnancies," was all you said before dropping a hand to his lower back and pushing him inside your pussy.

"The things you do to me," Criston groaned. But snapped his hips again. "You feel so good," he murmured. Or rather, he wanted to. But it came out as a content scream as he shoot his own orgasm inside you.

Panting, chuckling, pecking each other's lips, none of you wanted the night to end. You couldn't agree to be empty again, not after he fit so perfectly in your body. He didn't argue too much. He didn't want to leave either. He'd live in your bed for the rest of his life, if he could. And you'd gladly let him.

You went down again when his cock perked up inside your cunt. This time, Criston switch you over, guiding your hips as you straddled his wait on top of him.

Ser Cole came faster the second time and only from watching you bounce on his cock, back arched, breasts jumping on your chest, hair flying around your head and whipping his face when you kissed.

He asked you for a rematch. Then you asked him to show you more. More positions, more ways to draw pleasure from your partner and from yourself. By the time the sun rose, you were both worn out, tired, sweaty, but blissfully happy.

#ser criston #ser criston cole x reader #ser criston cole #criston cole x reader #criston cole #my writing #my fic #my fic writing #fabien frankel

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storiesbyjes2g · 14 days

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3.102 Negotiations

I thought about the whole money tree argument all night, and while I understood Sophia's concerns, it still didn't sit well with me. Dub's words from his note echoed in my head. "Financial freedom to pursue your dreams," he said. I knew she preferred to live a simple life, but didn't she have bigger dreams than just being married to me and raising our children? I heard the TV on, so I got up to address the topic again. My goal wasn't to change her mind—though I hoped she would—but to present my case coherently. I was blinded by the simoleons I didn't even have yet and failed to put a counteroffer on the table. If she could hear my thoughts, maybe she could see it in a different light.

"Good morning," I said.

"Have you ever seen this show? It's so fun!"

"Uhh...no. Can we talk?"

"Of course," she said, turning off the TV. "What's on your mind so early?"

"I want to revisit the money tree situation."

"Okay. Sure."

"You presented your reasons for limiting its use, but I don't think I did a good job explaining why I think we shouldn't, and I'd like you to hear what I think."

"Okay," she said slowly. "So, what's up?"

"You said it would be an insult to return the gift, but I think it would be an insult to ignore Dub's wishes."

Her eyebrow went up a little bit, but she was still tracking with me, so I went on.

"I understand your hesitation, but we don't have to let the money change anything about us. We can be ourselves, but with peace of mind and more opportunities. I think maybe your childhood is influencing how you're seeing this, but so is mine. I'm gonna tell you a different part of my story so you can see where I'm coming from."

"Sure."

"Okay..."

I took a deep breath and hoped my story would work some magic.

"You've been around my parents enough to know my mom is the one with the money."

"Yeah. That's obvious."

"Right. She spoiled us...she still does, heh. But we weren't spoiled brats. We had everything we needed, and a few things we wanted, but we didn't live extravagantly. We went to public school, wore regular clothes, and lived in a middle class neighborhood. For a long time, my mom had an office job. And even now, she still works her candle business. We weren't rich by any means. We were comfortable. I know this because when we went to my dad's house, it was not comfortable. He came home tired every day and didn't have the energy to spend time with us. He never took us anywhere, and there was nothing to do at his house-"

"But that's not what-"

"Wait. Let me finish. I haven't made my point yet."

"Okay. Sorry."

"My grandparents bought my mom a little house and gave her a chunk of money when she moved out so she could have peace of mind and time to explore the world and figure out what she wanted to do without the pressure of bills and working a job she hated."

Sophia nodded and smiled, giving me hope that my story already inspired her to change her mind.

"When we moved out, she did the same thing for us…except for the house, of course. It wasn't a ton of money, but I could have gotten a cheap apartment if I wanted to."

"Or a tiny house," she said, gesturing vaguely.

"Ha! Yeah, I could have afforded this. She's still taking care of us. I keep telling her she doesn't need to keep doing things for us, but all she says is when I have a child, I'll understand."

Sophia nodded.

"Yeah...I remember hearing her say that in Tartosa."

"Yeah... I may not have a child yet, but I do want to give it every opportunity I had and then some. I don't want it to worry and feel how we felt at my dad's house."

"I get that. I don't want that either."

"And what you said about your parents. They were older when they adopted you because it took forever to save the money. If we want to send off our children with a little something, we have to start saving now. We can't wait until a week before they're gone to start harvesting the tree. Maybe we don't take from it every day. Maybe just once or twice a week, or whenever we think about it. But just leaving the tree alone until we need it? That's not gonna give our children the kind of future I want them to have. I want to continue what my grandparents started. I don't think we should waste this opportunity."

She sat there, nodding and staring at me like she didn't realize I was done. But then she turned away, stared at the floor, and sighed.

"Wow... Your family history is filled with so much love and support."

I grabbed her hands, hoping to seal the deal and provide a little comfort.

"Yes. And you're part of that family now. I just want to continue the cycle. That's all. I don't want to start wearing labels and buy a big house in Del Sol. I just want to spend time with my family without consequence."

"I can't argue with that. I'm still not letting you give up on yoga, though."

I laughed. "I didn't expect you would."

"And to be clear," I continued, "I'm not gonna give up. I just don't want to be in a position where I'm still hustling and missing everything going on at home. You'll be here, so I know everything will be fine, but I want to be here too. I want our children to have all the benefits of living in a two-parent house."

"That's beautiful, Luca. I see the whole picture now. I've just decided I'm definitely not to going back to work."

I beamed at her.

"Really?? That's awesome! I love that for you."

"So, what do you think you'll do?"

"I don't know yet. I don't want to give up on teaching just yet, but I'll probably spend more time on SimTube. I have time to figure it out, though. Speaking of the hustle...I gotta go. I love you, Sophia. I love our life, and I can't wait to see how it turns out."

"I love you more!"

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar

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tussive · 5 months

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I'm just going to go ahead and rate all of the text chat Omegle-like services that I can find.

ChitChat.gg: So far, the best. It still leaves a lot to be desired in the number of people you're connecting to, but I've been seeing it mentioned a lot as one of the main alternatives now and I suspect the userbase will grow at least some. This one has profiles/usernames/avatars/etc, which I don't love but I do understand why they would need to implement that. But one nice thing about this, you have access to your chatlogs from previous chats saved. There's a gender filter option but you have to pay for their premium service which is $4.99 or $8.99. There are some other perks to signing up for it, the ability to send pictures or videos, unlimited chat history and increased interest slots (I don't see the limit on interests listed anywhere and I have quite a few [at least 12?] so it can't be that low. To be honest once this site wins the race and becomes the main text Omegle alternative site, I'd consider paying for the premium just for the unlimited chat history tbh.

Emerald Chat: This is the primary alternative that I'm seeing mentioned. It also has a lot of the same functionality as ChatChat.gg, the infinite timer option for connecting with someone with a shared interest over a stranger, the profile/username/avatar, but while this does maintain a chat history, it doesn't appear you're able to actually read your previous chats. They also have a gender filter option available via a premium service, however theirs is $5.89. It also comes with the ability to send pictures, but not videos and also a mention of "more freedom," whatever that means. Oh yes, they also do have a video chat option as well as a group text chat option, which is interesting. So I mean both ChitChat.gg and Emerald Chat are pretty similar but each have their own thing as well. Aside from the userbase seemingly being bigger on ChitChat.gg (or maybe that's just where the people I share interests are going lol) I don't necessarily think either one of them is better than the alternative. I'd go ChitChat.gg, but that's just my personal preference there.

OPAL: So the previous two aren't amazing in terms of usability, but this one still feels a bit unpolished. Same thing as before, account/username/avatar. Oh, I counted this time (I'm using the same interests on each site as long as I'm able to) and I'm currently using 29 interests, so no limit is obviously preferable but a limit that high isn't bad at all imo for ChitChat.gg. Anyway, back to OPAL. Okay so this one is a bit different. Rather than matching with a stranger, you are given various profiles of people who are I guess also waiting to chat. There are also group chats, which just seem to be based on basic chatroom subjects like Music or Philosophy. I did see someone say while I was checking the site out that it isn't an Omegle ripoff, it's more of a Discord ripoff and I think that's probably more accurate. Or some kind of weird middle ground between the two. There does appear to be a limit on the number of profiles you're able to view for potential convos and I believe it was 15. Once you hit it, you can't go back and see how many it actually showed until the timer runs out. But it's around 15 options. There seem to be an incredible small amount of people on here for what it's worth. Basically everyone I saw in the chats, I saw their profile for the one on one chats.

Phori: So there's not much about this one at all, just that it's in the early stages and you currently can sign up to be part of the early access. There's also this Google Docs you can fill out for some additional stuff, if you just want to sign up for the early access you can just put your email address in on the main site. Here's the Google Docs link though if anyone would like it. It all seems great, they pine for the glory days of Omegle when you were still able to connect to another human person and then just chat with them for a bit. But that's what everyone wants, being able to identify that literally every person who wants a new Omegle wants that isn't a skill. The main website kinda gives off a dating app vibe, like some Tinder shit or something, so that does concern me some also. But I did sign up for the early access and will definitely give this a try when it's available to the public.

OmegleMe!: This one is more like classic Omegle. This seems to be an almost total clone of Omegle, text chat, video chat, shared interests, the design is all the same, it has Omegle in the name lol. It's just trying to be the new Omegle, which is fine. Omegle had problems but there wasn't anything inherently wrong with the core of the site imo. But the issue here is it lists active users and there are only 29 of them at the moment.

Randm.Chat: This one seems nice. It's purely text based, no fucking shitty ass video chatting taking up space. It seems to be well moderated and like it may have a decent sized userbase. It looks like on Google the website was first indexed in October of 2022, so it is probably around like a year old so probably a fair amount more established than a lot of these other options, which are almost entirely all brand new. They also call their site 'Randm Chat' one time and then 'Randm.Chat' another time and that bothers me a great deal lol. It also mentions that the chats are moderated/monitored by staff, which is kind of cool and probably helps keep people from jacking off so much. Oh, one other thing. There's seemingly no place to list interests on this and it seems to imply that it just pairs you with a random stranger and you're left to your own devices. But when you're actually chatting with a stranger, there's a gear icon in the corner and if you click on that the only option it brings up is a text box with the question, "What topics would you like to talk about?" so there does seem to be some shared interest related element at play somewhere, I just can't figure it out right now because I've been chatting with just one person from here this whole time and I don't want to accidentally disconnect while I'm fucking around.

Dismegle: This one feels more committal than the others for some reason. I'm pretty high and don't feel equipped to handle reviewing this one right now. I joined the server and it immediately put me in a chat with just another Discord user. Terrifying! I left immediately. I'll come back around to this but I don't think I like it.

OmegleWeb: This is another Omegle clone, exact same basic features as Omegle and OmegleMe! and this time the active users are at least in the triple digits, 141. So a step in the right direction but still an area that needs work if the site's going to be usable.

Omegleee: Yet another Omegle clone, this one so new it only has interests as a planned feature and there was only 1 active user online lmao. They mention future enhancements that would improve on the original's design such as random group video chat. So at some point this one may stand out but it's simply too new to do so at the moment.

Omeglenow: So this one very much went for the Omegle clone thing, but they did change up the layout a tiny bit. Honestly though it looks worse now lmao. But they do currently have 3282 active users at the moment, which is by far the most of any site that listed it's number of active users.

Ralae: Another straight up clone, but made uglier, this time with an an average active userbase of approximately 150-200ish. So, pretty unremarkable, I'm running out of things to say but these are becoming a lot more of the same thing over and over again than I expected. But we carry on.

Actually I lied. It would appear that I've run out of text options, all of the remaining alternatives I could find were video chat sites. Disgusting. I'm still too afraid of Dismegle to try it also, so I'll update that sometime later but yeah. Long story short, ChitChat.gg is probably the way to go for the time being. Though I have actually been talking to someone on Randm.Chat since I wrote my thoughts on it and that's pretty impressive these days so maybe that one is also worth looking more into.

#Omegle #lol #I'm pretty sure it a little before 10:00PM when I started this and now it's 12:16AM. P good use of about two and a half hours imo.

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5o5lut · 3 months

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This is for your request on how anon's would take your virginity. I'm afab btw

I would make the loss of it soft and special. I'd lead you into it with a good night and have you soaked, eat you out, gently, then rougher, watch you melt more and more. Slip my fingers in while I suck on your nipples, starting slow but getting rougher until I make you cum on me over and over.

As you become more and more of a mess I'll talk dirtier and dirtier. You agree that you'd do anything thing for me, that you'll be my good girl. I'd move from my fingers to toys, plug your ass, fill you with a strap, have my fingers in your mouth as you suck on them. A horny, drippy mess, barely aware of what I'm saying, agreeing to anything that sounds like a question.

I'll take some time to relish your moans and whimpers before having you suck your juices off the strap, slowly guiding you through deepthroating it, telling you how good you're being and how much you're mine now, how you're going to be the perfect little slut for me, aren't you?

After your a gagging, sobbing mess and I'm satisfied with your ability to deepthroat we take a break. I have only the plug as I make sure you have water and are doing ok. Keeping you in subspace by grabbing your face and kissing you, telling you how good you are, teasing at your nipples, sometimes sucking in time with your drinking, stroking your thigh and and teasing higher, occasionally brushing against your lips and commenting on how wet you are for me.

When I'm sure you're good and hydrated I focus on you again and make you cum. Then while you're recovering let someone in. A man. I can't decide if it's better if it's someone you know, or a stranger so I guess I'll leave that to you. Maybe someone you know so I can tell you how long he's been wanting you.

After letting him in I go start back to you. Ignoring any confusion on your part and making you lost in your pleasure again. After a minute I start telling him the things I had just been telling you. How well you were taking it, how good you are, how your perfect ass is handling the plug so well, how cute you are when you cum, how well you swallowed my strap.

The man strokes himself some through his pants, but questions me when I mention the strap. You can't quite follow as I start being rougher on your clit, sliding deep into you, and teasing a nipple.

After you cum and your head clears a little you realize that he's undoing his pants. I coo for you to show him how good you are at swallowing cock, helping you in position, playing with you lighting, telling you to show him how well I taught you.

If/when you hesitate reminding you how you said you'd do anything for me and you'd be my perfect slut, and you're not really a slut if it's just me, are you?

I say how I was just telling him how good you are, and you don't want to make me a liar do you?

He's gentle at first, easing you into it, I keep whispering praises as I tease you, but as it goes well he gets rougher, and I help with holding down your head and grabbing your hair.

He cums in your mouth and I make you show him. I make it with you with it, before making you swallow. I make sure you thank him.

As he moves down you hesitate and I help hold your legs up for him. I play with your clit as he situates himself. After he's fucked you for a bit he needs a break. I grab water for everyone and after I put the water away I return with another man.

I make similar small talk bragging about you as a tease you in front of him, til he's good and hard, helping him push into you. He's bigger than the first guy and I tell you how well you're taking it. At some point the first guy starts fucking me, I hold your hand and kiss you and tell you how amazing you're doing, how hot and perfect you are, how your perfect pussy deserves to be filled with cum.

When he finally does fill you I wait for him to be done pumping it into you, then lick you lightly, enjoying the taste of you and him, making out with you so you taste it too. Then finger the cum deep into you. Telling you you good you are at taking cum, how deep you're taking it as you cum like a good girl.

I spend the rest of the night doting on you. But make sure the guys are emptied when they want until they leave. Maybe another guy could come(cum lol)

The next day, after you've finally rested I'm gentle with you because ofc your sore.

I run you a bubble bath. Dry you with the fluffiest towel. Then start softly licking around your clit, my tongue softly going into you.

But I put on porn for you to watch and you realize I filmed most of last night. And I tease and lick you as you get more and more turned on by your own moans from the night before.

Until finally you cum to yourself. And that's how we spend the next day. Me getting you off to what a little slut you are for me.

Idk, something like that

💕💞💕

Hope you enjoyed

Shit this is so hot😵‍💫

Sorry for answering so late miss, i wasn't in a good place when you originally texted this😓

Hoping you'll forgive me because holy shit this was hot💕

#cnc k!nk #free use kink #breeding toy #hard k1nk #abuse k1nk

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kinky-moth · 10 months

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“Characteristics wise i think you may have noticed I like guys who like to think they're tough and dominant so I can show them what their place really is”

God has to send in an ask just to say you are soooo right and sexy for this.. finding ur blog w pegging businessmen and pretty boys? <3 cheers

I was wondering :0 if we could get some literal pegging businessmen <3 straps are sooo under rated.. being able to switch them out stamina etc…. <3 trans supremacy lmao. For other details prob just the stuff you mentioned liking! Bigger guy/sub etc.. as a trans guy great ego boost for me that type of shit lol

Thank you anon we both obviously have superior tastes, all guys have a good boy in them imo

Seriously tho I'm glad you like my stuff, I'm a trans folk as well so I'm glad to be able to have a ommunity of people with my same tastes, stay cool <3

cw: obedience, pegging

Getting a job in that company wasn't easy, he'd worked a lot and made the right connection to get in a favourable position with a decent salary right off the bat

His arrogance had a charm to it that only people in business could make work, belittling the meeker competition and still gaining the kindness of the clients and useful coworkers

Oh he's had women all over him as well but he's got a beautiful girlfriend at home, or at least that's what he says to uphold his image

In reality things are a bit.. different

It's funny to think of it, someone who did so much for his image and job just meeting someone in a bar, it almost made him embarrassed, just like how he was when he realized he enjoyed his company a bit more than he thought

In fact, he had a lot of unlearning to do ever since things became this different, starting from the fact he may not be as straight as he thought

His "girlfriend" he liked to mention when he wanted to appeal to a client couple's hearts was never really a girl to begin with, he was just some guy he met at a bar

Something about such a mundane setting slowly eased him into dropping the stiff charade he put on, that guy eased him into this; it was a talent really, cause after that he was eased in a lot more things.

[...]

"Hello babe" that voice made him lift his eyes from the computer screen, it was him "did I keep you waiting?"

He quickly hushed him "don't call me that, people can still hear you!" Not like it would've been anything compared to the sounds that were about to come out of that room anyway

"Of course darling, your reputation is so important" he was dressed professionally, probably to not stick out "but you called me here, didn't you?"

"I- I never did that"

"Of course, you just joked about it over and over hoping I'd get the hint" his hand shifted over to the buisness man's crotch, already hard "you're lucky I know you. We don't have much time

You know what to do."

Soon he was bent over the desk, swallowing down his pride as the other man's fingers stretched him, purposeful movements made his cock twitch with the anticipation of what's coming next

As the man laid there panting he felt the smaller one's zip come undone, his strap already in place: he remembers he told him about these.. uh.. STP was it? Something 3 in 1 anyway, he found out the first time he bred him outside the privacy of his bed.

"Look at you, you're taking it so easy now" his hand brushed his balls, taking in the sight of the bigger man spread out on a desk for him "you're so handsome like this"

He knew he needed the praise, he needed something to keep him feeling good about himself until the pleasure built up, he wasn't a trained whore just yet, but he liked the chase anyway

"You ready babe?" but he merely asked to see the once proud man shily and ever so imperceptibly nod before he pushed his strap in him.

The feeling was as weird as the first time he tried it, he secretely hoped it would never stop feeling that way: being filled all over and over, his prostate being relentlessly stimulated by the thrusts

He thought he could only feel good with his dick, he wasn't ready for the deep, visceral pleasure he would receive by being touched so deep

Truly, he loved the man's cock, he had a whole collection at home almost as if he never wanted him to get used to it: every time he succumbed to the pleasure he would switch it up, textures and bumps changing to rub spots he didn't know he had and fucking his self respect out thrust by thrust

His mind went blank thinking about it, all the different cocks he's been fucked with, all by the same man, the one that was taking him again in his own office, the only one who managed to take him to suck a high

He had worked so much for this job, truly

And now he's staring at his door, secretly hoping he's have brought a gag as well

#pretty boys #pegging businessmen #anon ask #kinkystuff #request #nsft story #nsft text #trans nsft #straps #sub dom #pretty boy #humiliation tw

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Never The Same.

Part 15

Pairings: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, smut, other pairings;), traumatic experiences.

Words: 5.7k

Author's note: Honestly, this story is going to be a big piece of work and a lot of angst. It's not connected to the game at all. Because I always want to try something new and newer. Read it only if you're into angst stories, please. Thank you and let's go!

A bored look could be spotted on my face as I was zapping through the channels on the television. I was sitting next to Jake who had an equally bored look on his face, waiting for me to find something that would be worth watching.

It had been a few weeks since Jake had taken care of me and the two of us had only grown closer and closer to each other. The two of us were rarely spotted without each other and if someone even looked at me in the wrong way Jake would make sure they would regret it. The two of us were like magnets, we got drawn together and we didn't mind it one bit.

"Everything is so boring," I complained as I put down the remote. The channel I had stopped on was showing the news and while I was anything but someone who willingly watched the news I didn't have any better option. I'd rather watch the news than some bad quiz show.

"I know," Jake spoke as soon as he got up and walked over to the kitchen to get the two of us a glass of water. I lazily sat back on the couch before a deep sigh left my mouth. At least let something interesting be happening in the world. Then I would have something to watch.

"Tonight we have a special item to show." The reporter on the news began to speak to everyone who was watching his program. The man was standing outside in the rain while holding a microphone and an umbrella in his hands and a snicker left my mouth. The man looked a bit funny since it must be pretty cold outside and somehow that fact amused me a lot.

"Today exactly 8 months ago, Mc Estrada got kidnapped during the trial of Jake Dalton's. It is still unknown where the girl is currently being held captive but according to one of her friends she has been spotted inside a mall near Duskwood." The reporter spoke in a serious tone and immediately my eyes grew big. Why was the news still talking about me?

Suddenly the familiar face of Lilly popped up in my mind and my eyes grew even bigger. The blonde girl must have gone to the police to tell them that she had seen me in a mall. A lump began to form in my throat and a deep sigh left my mouth. I still felt bad for Lilly since that day and I wished things would have gone differently. However, I knew damn well that that hadn't been a possibility.

"Today the girl's family released a statement about the girl in which they are asking everyone to look out for her as they still believe that she is alive. We will now shortly switch over to the statement from earlier today." The reporter in the black suit spoke and before I knew it the screen switched over and suddenly began to display my parents and my little sister.

Immediately tears began to form in my eyes and a few rolled down my cheeks. I missed my family so much. These people meant the whole world to me and to know that they were still out there looking for me pained me a lot. I had been happy in this building doing whatever the hell I wanted to while my family was still broken by my disappearance.

"Everyone please, don't stop looking for our girl. She is still out there and she is waiting to be rescued." My mother spoke, emotion hearable in her voice.

"If you see her, please contact the police immediately. She has been gone for 8 months now and it is time that she will come home." My father then added before wrapping an arm around my mother. The two of them had big dark circles around their eyes and they looked a lot older than I remembered them to be. Suddenly my mother began to speak again while tears streamed down her face.

"Mc baby, if you see this, know that I won't stop looking for you until they've found you. I won't stop before you come home safely. That monster will not win. Not if I have anything to say about it." The woman finished before a loud sob left her mouth once again. The woman immediately took her other daughter in her arms and cuddled her.

My little sister didn't react at all. She looked like she was a hollow shell and immediately a painful sting shot through my heart. I knew my younger sister only acted like this when she didn't know what to do anymore and was on the verge of breaking down completely. While I had lived my best life inside the Red Eye Tower, my family had been breaking down completely and sadness and anger slowly began to take over me completely.

Jake focus.

As soon as I got back with two glasses of water in my hands, I immediately noticed the tense atmosphere in the room, and once I noticed the family in the room my eyes grew big and I sped up the pace which I was walking towards the couch. Immediately I put the two glasses of water down before I grabbed the remote and turned off the television.

I then focused on the girl who was still staring at the television as if she wanted to smash it and I immediately noticed the sad yet angry look on her face. The smaller girl had tears leaking down her face constantly and she looked like she wanted to murder someone.

"Baby-" I began to speak but immediately Mc stood up angrily while crying hysterically.

"No!" She screamed while more tears escaped from her eyes. An angry look was taking over her features completely and I looked at her with concern in my eyes. This was exactly the reason why I hadn't given the girl loved so much the opportunity to meet her parents again.

I knew damn well that seeing those people would break her down completely. She wasn't ready for that yet. Slowly I walked a bit closer to her before I softly put a hand on her shoulder.

"Baby I know it hurts. Let's just go to bed and talk about it tomorrow, okay?" I tried to calm down her but the brunette was having non of it.

"Don't touch me!" Mc screamed towards me and I immediately retreated my hand again while a shocked look began to cross my face. Anger was radiating from her and tears leaked out of her face nonstop.

"You ruined my whole fucking life!" Mc then screamed while she sank to her knees and hid her face in her hands. I knew she was broken by seeing her family again.

"Mc calm down." I softly spoke in a stressed tone. I had no idea what I could do for the girl I loved so much and I looked at the smaller girl with regret on my face. I never meant for her to get this upset and if I would have known that her parents had sent out a statement about this then I would have never let her watch tv in the first place.

"How the fuck can I calm down when my family is broken because you kidnapped me?!" She exclaimed before she began to sob again. A pleading look was visible on her face and another sob left her mouth.

"I just want to go home."

A sad look made its way onto my face and a small tear made its way out of my eye.

"Baby you are home." I tried but Mc was having none of it. She thought differently of that fact and she began to violently shake her head.

"No, I am not. I don't belong here at all. I don't belong in this world and I don't belong with you!" Mc exclaimed upset before she stood up and ran towards the bedroom. Immediately after she had entered the room a loud sob left her mouth and she slammed the door shut. I felt tears forming in my eyes but I decided to leave her alone for now and walked towards the elevator. Was it really what she wanted? Did she mean her words?

Mc focus.

An uncomfortable look made its way onto my face as I slowly began to wake up. Yesterday I had fallen asleep while I was still wearing my clothes and thus now I felt very uncomfortable. If I had just been a little less upset I could have at least changed into some comfy clothes suitable for bed.

My eyes were still swollen and red from all the crying I had done yesterday. Seeing my family after all those months of missing them had broken something inside my chest and I needed to let it all out.

I did regret how harsh I had been towards Jake, however. Of course, I knew Jake wanted nothing but the best for me and the fact that I had told him that he had ruined my life was something I regretted deeply. Jake hadn't ruined my life at all, if anything he had made it better by showing me what true love felt like.

Slowly I began to stretch my arms before I got up from the bed and made my way over to the bathroom. I needed to clean myself up if I wanted to make anything of my day. Otherwise, I would only feel dirty and that was something I did not want.

It didn't take long before I was completely done with my morning routine and dressed in a fresh pair of clothes. I wanted to do a lot of things today and by far the most important one of them all was to talk with Jake about what happened yesterday and tell him that I was sorry for all the rude things I said.

Jake hadn't joined me in the bed yesterday and I guessed that he had been scared of invading my personal space. Of course, I had lashed out at him and maybe Jake had been scared that I would get even madder if he joined me in bed.

Truth be told, I probably would have gotten even angrier if he had joined me. Yesterday I had been so emotional from missing my family that I needed someone to lash out on. Jake had been the only one present in the apartment and he happened to be the one who had kidnapped me. It was only logical that I would pick him as the one I would scream at.

It of course hadn't been right and I knew that damn well myself too. That's why I wanted to apologize to him as soon as possible.

As I walked towards the kitchen I noticed Jake sitting at the dinner table. He was on the phone with someone and he hadn't noticed me entering the room yet.

"Yeah, I've thought this through Lex. This has been going on for way too long. Just fix the men and send them here as soon as possible, okay?" Jake spoke in a soft tone before he hung up.

A sad look was displayed on Jake's face and dark circles were surrounding his red eyes. He hadn't even slept a minute this night, his mind filled with guilt. He had thought that Mc was happy with him but the brunette herself thought so differently.

"Hi." I softly spoke and immediately Jake turned around in his seat while he looked at me. It was as clear as crystal to me that Jake had been crying and a few tears began to form in my own eyes as well.

Jake wasn't the type to cry easily and the fact that he had been doing so because of me made me feel bad, really bad.

As I walked closer to the dinner table I slowly sat down on the chair next to Jake while I looked down. I felt so ashamed of my outburst yesterday and I didn't know what I could do to apologize properly to him. As I finally found the courage to say something Jake beat me to it.

"Lex will arrive here in a few minutes." He spoke in a sad tone while sending a sad smile my way. He nervously began to fumble with his fingers while he did everything in his power to avoid eye contact with me.

A confused look began to form on my face and I softly reached forward to grab one of Jake's hands to get his attention again.

"Why?" I asked in a questioning tone. Lex had nothing to do with what had happened yesterday right? What would we need her here for? A deep sigh left Jake's mouth before he looked at me with an apologetic look on his face.

"She's here to pick you up and bring you home," Jake explained and immediately I raised an eyebrow while looking at him as if he had grown two heads.

"But I am home?"

Softly Jake began to shake his head before he squeezed my hand.

"No, you are not. You don't belong in this world and I'm sorry for not realizing that any sooner." He spoke in a sad tone before staring outside and losing himself in the blue skies and white clouds.

"You are going home Mc. Your real home. I am sorry for ever dragging you away from there." He spoke before a deep sigh left his mouth.

Jake had never known that Mc felt the way she had said yesterday. Sure she had been angry too so maybe Jake shouldn't take everything she had screamed at him this seriously but he knew damn well that there was truth in Mc's words hidden. Jake had stolen Mc's life from her and he was going to give it back if that was what would make her happy. That's all that Jake cared for anyway. Mc's happiness, even if that meant that he had to give up his own by letting her go.

Immediately I began to violently shake my head while tears began to gather in my eyes.

"No!" I exclaimed while a few tears escaped my eyes and began to roll down my cheeks. I didn't want to leave this place. Sure it would mean that I would never get to see my old friends and family again but that also meant that I would have to leave my new friends behind. That I would leave Jake behind and that was something I didn't want at all costs. Jake meant the world to me.

"You can't leave me!" I frantically tried to exclaim between my sobs and slowly Jake began to shake his head before taking me in a tight hug and planting one last kiss on my temple.

"I'm not the right person for you Mc. I'm sorry." He spoke before retreating his arms again and standing up from his chair.

As if on cue Lex entered the apartment at the same time with a few guards behind her. A sad look was displayed on her face and she looked at us with a sorry look on her face.

"Are you sure Jake?" The small girl asked and he only nodded in return.

"Get all her stuff and bring her home. I'll make sure her family will know that she's there." Jake spoke before a single lonely tear escaped his eye. Lex nodded slowly and immediately after Jake walked away and disappeared out of sight.

Meanwhile, I was still crying hysterically and Lex quickly ordered the guards to pack my stuff before walking over to me.

"Shh." Lex softly whispered inside my ear while hugging me and immediately I wrapped my arms around her body as if my life depended on it. Never again would I see Jake, Lex, Jessy, or any of the people I had met here again. Once Lex had brought me home it would be like they had never existed in the first place. All these people would become a mere memory.

"I don't want to go Lex. I want to stay here, with you guys." I cried while loud sobs left my mouth. Softly Lex began to comfort me before she smiled at me.

"Mc baby, stop crying. If you and Jake are meant to be then you will find your way back to us. Trust me, things will turn out for the better." She spoke in a reassuring tone before locking eyes with me again.

"Now come on, we don't want to keep your parents waiting do we?"

Never before had I felt so lonely in my life. Lex had brought me back to the apartment that had been my home once and after giving me a big hug, she had left again to go back to her own home. Even though Lex had tried her best to stay strong for me, I hadn't missed the tears welling up in her eyes or how she had done anything she could to stay a bit longer with me.

Both of us had realized damn well that this might very well be the last time the two of us would see each other. Lex would soon be safe again within the red eye Tower while I would pick up my old life as a lawyer again in Bloomgate's Inc. If they hadn't replaced me yet.

Tears slowly began to leak out of my eyes and my sight began to blur. I had been back in my old apartment for only thirty minutes and yet I already felt miserable. This place felt so familiar, yet so cold. Even though Jake's men had brought all my belongings to this place it still didn't sit right with me. This wasn't my home anymore, my home was where Jake was.

More tears began to roll down my cheeks at the thought of Jake. Our relationship started pretty wrong but now he was all that I could have ever wished for. Jake made my world complete and now that he had removed himself from it completely and I felt incomplete as if there was a puzzle piece of my life missing.

Suddenly a loud knock sounded on my door and I looked up surprised. Quickly a hopeful feeling began to spread through my body and I quickly wiped away my tears before I stood up from my couch and ran over to the door, hoping it was Jake or Lex or anyone who would take me back to him. Maybe Jake had changed his mind.

The hope in my body soon died however as soon as I opened the door and saw my parents standing in front of the door. Tears began to pile up in my eyes and a loud sob left my mouth before I dashed forward and hugged my mother as if my life depended on it.

I had missed my family so damn much and I was truly happy to see them. However, their presence didn't ease the pain I was feeling from Jake letting me go and I was pretty sure nothing could make that pain a bit more bearable.

"Mc baby." My mom softly whispered in my ear while hugging me back. Her voice sounded emotional and a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, my father walked away a bit to inform the police that I had returned home safely and after the call, he returned to us before joining his wife and me in our hug and closing his eyes softly. I and my dad had always had a very good bond and the fact that I had been torn away from them as if it was nothing angered my father, a lot.

As the three of us released each other from the hug all three of us slowly walked inside while my dad got the three of us a glass of water. I and mom sat down on the couch, I still was crying uncontrollably.

A worried look made its way onto my mom's face as she looked at me and I was in no way happy. She knew me inside out and she knew damn well when something was wrong with me. Softly she took me in a hug again before starting to caress my cheek.

"What's wrong baby? Did he hurt you this bad?" She softly asked me while trying to make her voice sound as neutral as possible. Of course, she would come for whoever had hurt me but that was not what I needed to hear from her. I needed her to support me and thus she would exactly do so.

"No! You don't understand!" I exclaimed upset before another loud sob left my throat. I then frantically grabbed my mother's shirt before breaking down again and sobbing in her arms.

"Shhh." My mom softly whispered in my ear while slowly caressing my back and trying to give me some comfort.

"M-mom?" I softly spoke once I calmed down a bit again. I slightly lifted my head from my mom's chest before looking at her with my tear-struck face. I needed to tell her everything about Jake. She needed to know that I wasn't angry at Jake. My mom needed to know that the pain I was experiencing wasn't anger or sadness or trauma, it was heartbreak.

"Yes, honey?" She softly spoke while looking at me with a small smile on her face. I was slowly calming down and I was finally trying to open up to her. She would make sure that I knew that whatever it was that I would tell her, she was there for me and ready to support me completely.

"I love him." I softly spoke before a few tears escaped my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. A confused look began to form on my mom's face and she looked at me with worry in her eyes.

"What do you mean Mc?"

A deep sigh left my mouth before I looked my mother in the eyes once again.

"I love Jake. I gained back my family today but I lost him. I lost them all mom." I softly whispered as a soft sob left my mouth once again.

"Who?" She asked me confused. Of course, she knew exactly who this Jake was.

"Everyone. Jake, Lex, Jessy, and everyone else!" I exclaimed upset as I took a big breath of air. My muscles were all tensed up and I was breathing irregularly. I had lost the family I had gained inside the red crew Tower all at once and if I had the chance I would go back there immediately. I belonged with them.

"And I'm pretty sure I lost a part of myself too."

Suddenly my father entered the room again with a small tray in his hands. He quickly put it on the coffee table before he handed me a glass of water. Gratefully I took the glass from my father before emptying it in one go.

"Tomorrow you are expected at the police station because they want to talk to you about what has happened." My dad spoke softly before sending a smile in my direction. I nodded before looking at my father with a sad look on my face.

My parents truly saw Jake Dalton as the worst person who has ever set foot on this earth. Little did they know that Jake was the complete opposite of me. My parents might think that I am just confused and that I am saying nonsense but I knew better. I knew exactly what I was talking about and I truly meant it from the bottom of my heart when I said that I loved Jake. After all, Jake and I were meant to be together and no one could change my mind.

An expressionless look was visible on my face as I listened to the officer in front of me firing questions at me. I had been sitting in this small dark room for at least two hours now and all the officers in front of me had done was try to get as much information out of me as possible.

"So Mc, do you recall where you were taken after you got kidnapped and pushed into the helicopter?" The female police officer spoke in a friendly tone while a fake smile was visible on her face. The woman looked to be around her 50s and she wore her long black hair in a tight bun on her head. A stern look was visible underneath the woman's glasses and she looked like she knew exactly how she had to get information out of anyone. Too bad for her that I wasn't willing to give her any information.

The moment my parents left yesterday I decided that I wasn't going to snitch on my friends. There was a big possibility that I would never see them again but that didn't mean that I would just give all their secret information to the cops. Jake and the others had trusted me to join them when I was still living in the red eye tower and even now that they had removed themselves from my life. I wasn't willing to break their trust. You don't turn your back on people who you consider part of your family.

"I don't remember," I answered, an empty look visible on my face. This whole visit here was pointless to me. I wasn't going to say anything and the woman in front of me was slowly getting more and more frustrated. Annoyed the police officer pinched the bridge of her glasses before she created a fake smile on her face again and looked at me as if I was a little kid.

"What did Dalton's masked accomplices look like?" The stern-looking woman asked before she put the papers in her hands on the metal table between me and herself. I briefly looked up before locking eyes with the police officer in front of me. She must be tired too. The woman had been firing questions at me nonstop without even getting one answer from me.

Slowly I began to shake my head before a small smile made its way onto my head. The thought of my friends' faces and personalities made me happy but also sad at the same time.

The fact that I would never hear Jessy laugh like there was no tomorrow hurt me. I would never see Lex brush her hand through her blue curls again. I wouldn't even feel Jake's touch again. It had only been a day without those people in my life but I already missed them like crazy and I definitely would do anything to get them back.

"I don't know." I lied, the clear image of my friends' faces still in my mind. A soft sigh immediately left the older woman in front of me and she closed her eyes briefly before standing up from the metal chair she was sitting on.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Estrada. We will make sure to let you know if we need more information about this case." The woman lied while that fake smile of hers was once again present on her face.

Softly I nodded my head before I quickly headed out of the police station. Of course, the woman hadn't been happy with me. I was her best chance at finding Jake and all I had given her was nothing, absolutely nothing. There hadn't even been one bit of information she could use to track Jake down because I had simply answered all the questions she had asked with an 'I don't know'.

A soft sigh left my mouth as cold fresh air hit my face the moment I stepped out of the building I had been in. Even though it was pretty cold, the sun was shining brightly and a small smile made its way onto my face. Weather like this was always a sight to see from Jake's apartment and I hated how I was missing the beautiful view right now.

Slowly I began to walk home while putting my hands in the pockets of my coat. I had told my parents that I would give them a call the moment I got home so that we could have dinner together because truth be told, I had missed my mom's cooking a lot. Of course, I had been fed well back when I was living with Jake, but my mom's cooking just hit differently.

Today Sina, my little sister would join us too and I was excited to see her again. Sina and I had always been super close and I couldn't wait to close her in my arms once again. Sina meant the world to me.

After a fifteen-minute walk, the familiar apartment block where I had been heading finally came into sight. The place was still so familiar yet didn't feel the same as before. My small apartment used to be so warm and now without Jake's presence living there felt so cold. My home was where Jake was and since he wasn't here I wouldn't feel comfortable in my damn apartment.

I began to shake my head a bit before I began to walk up the stairs to reach my apartment. It was way too cold to keep lingering outside and while the warmth of the sun made it a bit more bearable I still preferred to be inside where I knew warmth would engulf me.

A surprised look however became visible on my face as my front door came into sight and I noticed it was slightly open. I blinked a few times while I raised both my eyebrows, had I forgotten to lock my front door this morning?

Quickly I ran up the last few steps before I slowly began to open the door to my apartment a bit more and walked inside. Immediately upon entering my heart began to stammer in my chest the moment I noticed a girl with long black hair in my apartment. She was facing me with her back while she was holding a picture of me and Sina in her hands. Immediately my eyes grew big and my breath hitched in my throat.

What the hell was this girl doing in his apartment? Was she a burglar or something?

Suddenly however the girl turned around and her face came into sight. Her face looked somewhat familiar to me yet I couldn't remember where I had seen her before. I surely had never met her but I knew for sure that I had seen her face somewhere before.

"Finally you have returned. I've been waiting for you for ages you know." The unknown girl suddenly spoke before dropping the picture she was holding on the ground. A smirk began to form on her face and she slowly began to walk toward where I was standing.

Immediately I began to back away slowly, not taking my eyes off the beautiful girl in front of me. I had still no idea who she was but I knew damn well from that look on her face that she wasn't a friend and that she certainly wasn't here to try and become friends with me either. Her presence meant bad news and I needed to get as far away from her as soon as possible. Where the fuck was Jake when you needed him the most?

The girl however suddenly fastened the pace at which she was walking toward me and before I knew it the girl had pressed me against a wall before grabbing my chin harshly. A sly smirk began to form on her face once again as she slowly began to push my face in different directions, checking every inch of my face.

"So you're my replacement huh?" She softly whispered in my ear, an amused tone lacing her voice. She suddenly pressed me a bit harder against the wall before setting a step back and looking at me with a cold look on her face.

"You shouldn't have given in to him Mc. You are a way too easy target for us." The woman spoke before suddenly the front door of my apartment opened.

Immediately I turned my head towards the door, hoping to see someone that could rescue me from this girl. I was scared of her and she looked like she was ready to kill me any minute. I had no idea what she was talking about or who she was but she knew damn well who I was. She knew my name and she had for some reason put a target on my back. That fact alone made my heart stammer in my chest uncontrollably while my whole body filled itself with nervousness.

However much to my dismay, the man who had walked into my apartment wasn't someone I knew. However judging by the look he was giving me, the raven-haired man knew damn well who I was which meant that he was probably together with the scary girl who had entered my apartment.

"Is that her, Val?" The new person in the room asked the girl before walking up to her and kissing her cheek. Immediately the girl began to nod while looking me in the eyes.

"Definitely." She answered the man next to her before that wicked smirk of hers returned to her face once again.

The moment the unknown man next to the girl spoke her name it all clicked for me. I remembered Valerie's face from a picture I had once seen in Jake's office. In front of me was standing none other than Jake's ex-fiance and she was out to get me. This girl had come here with one reason and one reason only, to get me and use me against Jake, which would probably mean that the man next to her was his older stepbrother Tegan.

In front of me were standing the two people who Jake wanted to get rid of more than anyone else and that meant that I was in trouble. Big trouble.

Before I could scream for help Tegan pressed a wet cloth against my nose and mouth and before I knew it my sight got blurry before darkness engulfed me. There wasn't anything I could do to save myself anymore except pray for a miracle. I was once again taken against my will, only this time I was pretty sure that I wouldn't come out of it alive.

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Chapter XXXVI

Beginning: Chapter I Previous: Chapter XXXV

"On her back, right between her wings." Papa was on the phone with someone back at the ministry. The ghoulettes had left to shower, leaving Papa alone in the dressing room with Ardis and Aether. Ardis had redressed herself and had her face buried in Aether's broad chest. He wrapped his arms around the anxious angel to comfort her. He could tell how nervous the mark's sudden appearance had made her. "No bigger than the palm of my hand," Papa continued. "Yes, it's clear as day. We're not sure – less than a week, but we don't know exactly. Quintessence, yes, Aether's. Not the star – the circle with the lines. Yes. No, no, of course not, they– Well..." He looked to Aether curiously and held the phone away from his mouth. "You two haven't, er... Have you?"

It took Aether a moment to catch on. His cheeks flushed slightly when he realized. "No! No. Come on, Papa, you know her."

Papa gave him a sympathetic smile. "But I also know you." He turned his attention back to the phone call. "No, certainly not."

Ardis looked up at Aether curiously. "Don't worry about it," Aether said before she could ask, kissing her forehead. He didn't want her wings to turn pink again.

Wait.

"Brown," Papa continued as the gears in Aether's mind began to turn. "Yes, almost like a birthmark. She says it doesn't hurt. She had no idea it was even there until Cumulus spotted it. That's right. Alright. Well, thank you. I appreciate it."

"Ardis, do you think... I mean, yesterday..." Aether asked her quietly.

Her eyes widened a bit. "You don't think..."

Papa cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "I'm having a few sisters look through the archives. We're hoping to find answers in an old manuscript," he explained, sticking his phone back in his pocket. "They'll call as soon as they learn anything."

"About that," Aether mumbled awkwardly.

Copia gave the couple a strange look. Ardis somehow seemed even more flustered than she had been before. "About what?" Copia asked slowly.

Aether held Ardis tighter. "Yesterday when we were in town, I, um..." He sighed, embarrassed about what he was going to admit. "I was flirting with her."

"Yes?" Papa said, encouraging him to continue. That wasn't exactly news. They were dating, after all.

Aether suddenly found that he couldn't look him in the eyes. "She got a little flustered and, well... her wings turned pink."

Papa's eyebrows shot up. "Pink?"

"And her halo."

"I... I see," Papa said, his brow furrowed. "And you think perhaps this is related to the mark? That it’s, what, a reflection of her attraction to you?”

Aether shrugged slightly. "Maybe? I... I don't know. But..."

Papa seemed to be in deep thought for a moment before putting on a brave face. "Alright. Go ahead and shower and change. We can talk more on the bus. But first–" he opened his arms to her "–come here, cara. Give me a hug." Aether released her so she could find comfort in Papa's arms. The man stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "We'll figure this out," he cooed quietly. “Your Papa will make everything alright, okey-dokey?”

She summoned her courage and released him to timidly look him in the eyes. “Okay,” she mumbled.

“There’s my girl,” he said with a reassuring smile, kissing her forehead again. “Go on, now. I’ll see you back on the bus.”

Once everyone had showered, changed into their night clothes, and boarded the tour bus, Aether and Ardis knocked on Papa’s door. Papa opened it and quickly ushered them both inside, not wanting to draw the attention of any of the other ghouls. All three sat on the edge of the bed for a chat once he’d shut the door behind them – Ardis in the middle, with the men on either side. “So,” Papa started with a gentle sigh, resting a comforting hand on Ardis’s knee. “Tell me about the pink wings.”

“R-Right,” she said, fidgeting with her braids anxiously. “They’d, um, they'd never done that before. I'd heard a rumor that it was possible – for them to change color, I mean – but I'd never seen it happen.”

“And this happened because Aether was flirting with you, yes?” Papa asked, and she nodded. He turned his attention to Aether. “What exactly did you say to her?”

Aether felt his cheeks warm. “W-Well, I…” he stuttered, glancing at Ardis nervously. She looked mortified. “Is it alright if I– I mean…

Papa smiled gently and held up a hand to stop him. “I understand. Not something to repeat in polite company, yes?”

Aether looked relieved. “Exactly. I’ll let you use your imagination.”

“And this was the first time you'd expressed such sentiments, I assume?” Papa continued.

“That plainly, at least. I didn't expect it to surprise her like that, though.”

Papa took Ardis’s hands in his, a sympathetic smile on his face. “Aether embarrassed you a bit, yes?”

She nodded silently, looking up at him bashfully with her big brown eyes.

“Oh, my poor darling,” Papa cooed, kissing her forehead. “Can I ask how it made you feel when he said those things to you?”

She suddenly dropped his gaze. “I… um…” she mumbled. “I’d prefer not to answer that, if that's okay.”

“Of course, my love,” Papa tutted. He gave Aether a little smirk. That told him all he needed to know. She was embarrassed about how she felt, suggesting she’d likely enjoyed it more than she was willing to admit. “So, Aether says something uncouth, your body reacts to it, and the next day we find his mark on your back – is that right? Well, it’s certainly compelling. I don't want to draw any conclusions until the sisters find something concrete, but I wouldn't be surprised if you were right.”

Aether took her other hand and gave it a little squeeze. He knew this must be uncomfortable for her. She couldn't have been thrilled that her body had seemingly physically manifested a sign of just how hard she’d fallen for him. He remembered how much she’d struggled to admit that she even found him handsome only a few days ago. This was a bit of a step beyond that – and one she hadn't made willingly. He felt a twinge of guilt. He should have known better than to mention sex, even as subtly as he did. She was an angel, after all. However, that feeling was quickly being eclipsed by a sense of pride. How could he not let it inflate his ego? Ardis was seemingly so infatuated with him that she just couldn't hide it. He fought to hold back a grin. This wasn't the time for that. This was about Ardis’s comfort. He could see the worry on her face. “Are you okay?” Aether asked gently.

It took her a moment to answer. “I just… This is a lot. I don't know what to think. My superiors aren't going to like this.”

Aether frowned. She had a point. He couldn't let her see him look concerned. She was scared. “Once we learn for certain what’s happening and why, we’ll decide together what they need to know,” he said confidently. “You've done nothing wrong. You know that, don't you?”

Ardis looked up at him shyly, seeming less than convinced.

The ghoul offered her a gentle smile. “Loving me is not a sin, amore. Neither is being attracted to me.”

That only seemed to embarrass her more. She looked like she wanted to vanish. Papa had to think of something to ease her anxiety. It was getting late, and it would be time for bed soon. While he trusted Aether, he’d decided that it was likely unwise for her to sleep on his chest as she had been doing. Papa knew now that Aether was apparently a bit of a flirt when they were alone, and that was the last thing she needed that evening. She had her own bunk, of course, but Papa didn't like the idea of her being alone with her thoughts all night. “Would you two like to spend the night here again?” Papa offered.

The idea seemed to bring Ardis some comfort. “If… If Aether doesn't mind,” she said, looking up at her boyfriend hopefully.

“Of course, cara,” Aether cooed. He sent Papa a glance that seemed to communicate that he understood Papa’s intentions. “Whatever you like.”

“It’s settled, then,” Papa said, standing from the bed. “Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable. I’ll remove my paint then join you.” He sent Aether a little nod as he stepped into the ensuite bathroom, silently urging the ghoul to use those few minutes alone with the woman to say anything he needed to. Leaving them alone for hours wouldn’t be good for her, but Aether deserved a moment of privacy to say what was on his mind. The door clicked shut behind him.

A heavy silence hung over the room for a few moments before Aether sighed and wordlessly pulled her into his lap. She immediately hugged him, hiding her face in his shoulder. He gently rocked her back and forth as he spoke quietly in her ear. “I know you're embarrassed, and I understand why, but… part of me hopes we're right.”

“You do?” she asked timidly.

Aether let out a little chuckle. "Do you have any idea how flattered I would be if that's what it turns out to be? Some sort of embodiment of your feelings for me? Yes, Ardis. I would like that a lot. You’ll have to forgive me if I get a bit of an ego when the sisters call to confirm.”

She held him a bit tighter and he kissed her temple. His fingers drifted to her upper back, delicately tracing the symbol he knew hid beneath her shirt. She melted into him. He could feel her racing heart finally begin to slow against his chest. “I suppose,” she mumbled.

The thought in his mind that he’d been holding back since the symbol’s discovery was once again begging to be spoken aloud. He knew he shouldn't say it. He knew he should continue to hold his tongue. However, against his better judgment, he allowed himself one moment of weakness. “It’s almost as if…” He sighed. He couldn't turn back now. “Deep down, some part of you knows that you're mine.”

Next: Chapter XXXVII

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logically-asexual · 1 year

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it's been 3 years since putting others first. Thomas keeps teasing the finale but that's about it, I think he's trying to do more Sanders Sides now since he's (finally!) realize that he can't give us nothing forever and we'll be happy about it.

My guess is that the fandom will resurrect for a bit before going back to other stuff since it'll probably be forever until the part 2 of the finale comes out.

What Thomas NEEDS to do, probably when posting the first part, is to establish a clear timeline of when stuff will happen.

like in the end credits show off a schedule like "part 2 will be posted in October, part three around January and part four in March" or something like that with approximate estimations of when we'll get the parts.

That'll help keep the fandom and momentum going. Not all the waiting with the tiniest little hints that don't tell us anything. Like it's been 3 years, before that wasn't there like a year between that and the episode before? The waits are getting longer, and people are sick of it. What's the point in seeing the first part of the finale when it'll take years to see the next part, especially if it's four parts. That's a long ass time.

Thomas has also said that once part 1 is done that the rest will be easier, ig he's writing all the scripts now. But there'll still be a wait, so to me I think there's 2 options Thomas could go with.

the timeline of approximately when all the parts will come out

or, make the 4 parts into one, or 2 parts. More content means that people will probably be more forgiving of a long wait for the next part. A big part of this fandom is analyzing EVERYTHING after all, more content = more stuff to analyze

either way his current method of "teasers" and "I'm working on it I swear!" then making a lot of new series that take up a lot of time and energy while not mentioning Sanders Sides at all isn't working.

So many people are pointing out that they where [age] when [episode] came out and how much older they are now.

Sanders Sides started 6 years ago, at this rate I doubt there'll be a season 2, if there is, I hope that Thomas realizes he doesn't need something like another Forbidden Fruit for every episode. The production value can go down, that'd be preferable to these long ass waits.

that's why Asides was created and it's suffered the same fate of production value being super high when it just doesn't have to be to be a good episode. Writing > production value every time.

At this point I'd absolutly encourage Thomas to finish the finale and move on and do other things that he's passionate about and grow that new audience or maybe even step back from youtube all together, he's been online a long time after all.

i think there’s problems at both the writing and the production stages. and yes both are probably because they’ve set this standard, like you said, with Forbidden Fruit

in terms of writing this high standard won’t let them do anything other than tackle huge issues that need a lot of research and that have a lot of points to address, of which they don’t want to leave anything out in fear that it will leave way for inaccurate interpretations of the issue they’re discussing.

and in terms of production well it’s obvious that they just keep making the videos more and more complicated even when it’s not necessary, since what charmed us back in 2017 was thomas’s incredible acting and editing skills that made everything seem so effortless, how relatable the videos were, and how clever the jokes and little hints for analyzing were.

thomas wants to explore what he can do and try bigger things and i support that, but that doesn’t mean that he has to make huge things every single time. it’s like he learned nothing from Am I Original. and also if that’s just not what the fans want and he cares enough about that to affect the writing of the characters this much, then he should also listen in that aspect. and he could try the cool special effects more often somewhere else.

and about setting a timeline i don’t know. that’s a whole mess with thomas’s personal feelings that i don’t enough about and i also wouldn’t have any idea how to fix anyway. at first he would say “new video this friday!” and no video would come and he would say that he needed more days and then it would end up taking a couple more weeks. and we would tell him over and over that we didn’t mind but he and joan still felt bad. and then they decided no more posting deadlines, but they still had deadlines that they set for themselves or for sponsors and they still couldn’t stick to them even when they worked through days and nights. i could just go “well it’s clear that the issue isn’t the deadline and you should just find a more efficient way of working” but that’s so easy to say and what does it even mean? who am i to say that kind of thing, i know nothing about them and what they have and haven’t tried to do. so idk.

i do think the best case scenario is if they were able to say “next part will come out on [date]!” and then somehow for that to actually happen because it would guarantee constant fandom activity between videos. which we all would love. but i just don’t know if that’s possible.

#ts criticism

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* i've been thinking about a swap AU for the stanley parable a lot lately, and that led to me rewriting the countdown ending monologue. im pretty happy with how it turned out, so im deciding to share it here too

* a few things i should mention: nathaniel is the narrator, and anything in quotes is his dialogue. everything not in quotes is the storyteller's/stanley's dialogue. and while that isn't mentioned here, the storyteller communicates through subtitles (no dialogue/voice)

* i hope y'all like this :)

Oh, Nathaniel, you finally activated the controls! I was wondering when you would do that. I'd say I was surprised, but I'm really not. Even after learning that not a single thought or action was your own for- what? Years? You try to control the machine yourself. Did you want a taste of their power? Did you want to feel in control for once?

Oh... Nathaniel. It's cute, really. Don't you get it? That machine won't do anything for you. You were just supposed to shut it off and go out the door. Be grateful that you're making it out of this office alive.

If you wanted to write your own story, you're going to have to pull a much bigger stunt than that. You really aren't as powerful as you think. Here, I think you'll find this relevant: Nathaniel suddenly realized that he'd mistakenly activated the system's emergency detonation. Should someone attempt to activate the machine without proper DNA identification, hidden bombs were set to detonate and destroy the entire building.

How long until then, huh? I'll give you... two minutes.

Oh, wow, this is so much more entertaining, don't you think, Nathaniel? Now's your chance to go do something big! You're the focus here! I'm really throwing the reins to you; you can choose where this story goes.

This is a lot funner than what I was originally thinking! Shame that we only have two minutes to savor it.

Only seconds until those bombs explode, but how precious each one is! That's time to talk about you, me, the direction we're going, the meaning of this all... where should I begin?

"Where- where are my coworkers? I want to know where they all went."

Your coworkers! A bit of consolation before everything burns? Why not? I'm feel like being a nice person. You'll be dead soon anyway. I'll tell you where they went, Nathaniel: I got rid of them. That machine? I shut it off and set you free.

Well, that was only one version of the story. Sometimes when I tell it, I just let you sit in your office forever, pressing buttons and ultimately dying alone. Or I let the earth swallow this building, consuming everyone inside. Or I let it go up in flames.

But, you know, this storyline has been really entertaining. Watching you try to wrap your head around all this and take back the control denied to you... it's very amusing. I almost hate to see it end!

Oh, well. I'm certain whatever I create on the next round will be even greater.

Hey, look! Only thirty-four seconds left... but I'm having such a blast! You know what? Let's put some more time on the clock; why not?

These additional seconds are priceless, Nathaniel. Time waits for nobody!

"You are insane...!"

Well, that's a little rude. What's wrong, Nathaniel? Do you have no idea what to do or where to go? Or did seeing that timer make you believe that something here could stop it?

Just look at you, going from buttons to screens to doors, clicking on every little thing! While you've been very quiet these past minutes, I can guess at your thoughts: Something here has to work! Something, anything, will save me!

What makes you believe that, Nathaniel? That there's a way out? A solution, a victory, an ending? Do you have a clue to what your purpose here is?

Hahaha! Nathaniel! You're going to be really disappointed. Spoiler alert: that timer means nothing to the story. It's just counting down until your death.

I'm only keeping you here instead of in a cutscene because I want to see every moment that you're helpless, to see that sweet desperation in your eyes.

There's no challenge, no action, no drama. Just tragedy.

You wanted to control this game; I respect that. But I'm destroying it first, because I can't let you do that.

Pay attention to the time, Nathaniel. Thirty seconds left for you. Thirty seconds until this big explosion, and then silence. No ending, really, just you blowing up into smithereens. What are you going to do? Hang onto your fragile life, or just let it go? One last choice! Get the most out of it. Or don't. I don't care either way. All part of the gag. And just so you know, I'll be laughing at every moment of your inescapable life, from when the game starts up to when I say: The En-

#the stanley parable #the narrator #stanley #sort of? i mean it's still them but swapped-#my writing #swap AU #yea i'll put those tags on too #agh. im going insane over this game.

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tributes-vamps-and-ginnyweasley · 2 years

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I honestly don't know if she's emotionally abusive or neglectful or just toxic with me. I really don't know what to think because some people have the worst stories of their moms and what they've been through (and I wish them all the help and the love in the world) and I wonder why I think I have it so bad.

But part of me will always be jealous when someone talks about how their mom made them dinner. And part of me will always feel a bit of pain when someone says they were out sick but they're mom took care of them. And part of me will always feel a little too jaded and a little too bitter.

And sometimes I wonder if she ever loved me. And she says she does and she promises it. But then I wonder if its not whether or not she loved me. But whether or not she loved me enough. Enough to put me first.

And its so hard because every minute her story changes. She loves me so much she put us (me and my siblings) before everything. She sacrificed so much. She went through so much. But I can't help but notice her stories are always about the other ones.

And she says she fights for me all the time. With my mental health and my therapy (that I'm no longer in). But when I begged her for a break after my fifth withdrawal in six months (and dealing with months of awful side effects of meds that didn't work/help/made things worse) she didn't even hug me. She told me that it doesn't make sense to stop and walked away angrily. And when it came up again just said "I don't know what to tell you."

And when when she says "I never hug you because I know you don't like it" it's always with a undertone of bitterness. Like I've burned her by saying that. But what she doesn't understand is that I lied and said I don't like hugs from anyone to keep her feelings safe. When the truth was, hugging her (after a traumatic incident with her) felt like I was being suffocated. And it had been years since I said that and in that moment I just wanted to be held.

And when she snapped, hitting me over and over again. Not hard, but the best she could do in a twmper tantrum. And she was panting st the end, my arms in front of my face, blocking me. And she only said "I told you I could do it. I told you I could hit you." She was proud.

And when she started drinking and told me I had to stay away because we fought to much when she drank. That it was my problem and she didn't feel like dealing with me anymore, so I have to go in my room when she starts drinking.

When she got drunk and poked me and pushed into me even after I stepped away and asked her to stop. When I stared, with no reaction as she rambled about everyone being mad at her for no reason. And when I said something I shouldn't have said, and slipped up. And she pounced, like a cat waiting for an opportunity and told me to he out of the house by 12 the next morning. A week after my 18th birthday. After years of telling me she could still kick me out whenever she wanted. If I kept talking back to her. And she ranted and raved, walking back and forth to the door, like she couldn't stop, like she was waiting for a bigger reaction. And I remained still and silent, no tears as she poked into my chest and told me something deep inside me was broken and I would never be happy. And to not come back until I fix myself. (And I had shared with her before, when I tried to connect and trust her, that I was scare I was broken. That I was scared I couldn't be fixed. That I was terrified I'd never be happy.)

And I came back after spending the night with a friend. And she didn't apologize. She didn't say anything except, "will you respect my rules now?" The way she played it off like she was in control the night before, when she was clearly drunk and stumbling.

The way I only came back for my dog. The way she has made me terrified of loving people and terrified that my loved ones will leave me if I try to break ties with her. That they'll hate me because they love her more. The way she has me terrified to trust. The way I used to flinch when people used to surprise hug me. The way she still sets me on edge. The way she continues to make me the villain, the one they all hate.

#abusive mom #mommy issues #mental health #mental illness #trauma #fuck idk

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dancingkirby · 2 months

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All Subject One Flashback Scenes

16k words of them, arranged in chronological order for your reading convenience! I got the idea to do this because I really liked the found footage stuff in @inkblackorchid's fic and ended up putting it all in a Word document. Since the flashback scenes in my fic were one of my favorite parts to write, I assumed that at least some people would like them the best, so I decided I'd spare y'all a bit of work!

This does include the two scenes from Chapter 10, JSYK.

WARNINGS (Just in case there are people who haven't read the main fic yet): Sexual relationship between an adult and a minor (which the minor considers to be "consensual"), abuse of all kinds but most prominently emotional, teen pregnancy with childbirth scene, food/body shaming, and unreliable narration in parts.

The small boy should have fallen asleep hours ago. Instead, he lay perfectly still in his darkened bedroom, waiting until he knew that everyone else had retired for the night. Then he slipped out of bed and made a beeline for the living room.

Today had been Christmas Eve. Earlier this evening, Mutti and Vati had played pretend that they liked each other and took him to the Graben to see the pretty lights. Even if they had been pretending, he’d thought it was nice to have both of them here at once; that almost never happened. Then they’d gone home and had dinner; he’d gotten to sit at the table like a big boy instead of his dumb old high chair. Then he’d opened his many presents. His favoritest present had been the duel disk that Mutti had given him.. like hers, except smaller! She’d caught him playing with hers before and decided to get him his very own.

“Don’t you think he’s a little young for that, Misako?” Vati had said.

Mutti pressed her lips together, making them into a thin line. “Himu-chan is very advanced for his age. Which you’d know if you ever spent any time with him.”

Vati had been angry, although he hadn’t yelled, which was nice. Instead, he’d just left. That was okay because Mutti went through the cards in the starter deck with him, sounding out the names. His favorite was one called HI-NO-TAMA. Mutti said that meant “fireball” in Japanese, which was the language she had spoken when she was a kid. And the funny part was that in Japan, they didn’t call it HI-NO-TAMA. They called it FAIAA BOORU instead, which meant “fire ball” in English! It was all backwards.

As soon as he’d put Hinotama on the duel disk, he knew it was real fire. Mutti said no, it was something called a “hologram,” but he could feel the warmth. He wanted to look at it all night, but then it was his bedtime.

Normally he was very good at getting his own way. He knew when to throw a tantrum, and when putting on his biggest smile instead would work better. Tonight, though, nothing he did changed Mutti’s mind.

“It’s been a long night and you need your sleep,” she’d insisted. That meant he needed to use the third option for getting his way: to be on his best behavior so they’d think he was a good boy, then sneak out of his room when they weren’t looking.

It wasn’t hard. The disk and cards were right where he’d left them. If Mutti really hadn’t wanted him to play with them more, he reasoned, then she’d have put them away on a high shelf where he couldn’t reach.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to play with fire. Mutti had told him that, along with his nannies. But Hinotama was different. Hinotama was his friend. He didn’t have very many other friends.

He turned the duel disk back on and put the card on it. For a while, he sat there, mesmerized by the orange flame. But it was so, so pretty that he needed More. He made it bigger, and bigger, until suddenly it was too much More and he could no longer control it.

He saw the beautiful fire tip toward him as if in slow motion, held out his hands to shield himself…

His screams of pain and terror awakened the entire house.

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“Seria-chan, that guy has been looking at you all evening. And he’s really cute. Why don’t you go introduce yourself?”

Her first feeling had been one of mild annoyance. She was here at this upscale bar with a couple of girlfriends to celebrate both her twenty-third birthday and her recent passing of the nursing certification test. All she was was looking to do was have a few drinks and maybe do some karaoke…not for any romance.

But then she looked at where her friend Iori was pointing, and saw that it was true that this man was very attractive. In fact, he was good-looking to the point that it nearly defied credulity. He was tall even when seated, square-jawed, broad-shouldered, and sported a luscious head of auburn hair. If she were being honest, this guy was more Mi-chan’s type than hers…but why not? It wasn’t like he’d be able to do anything bad to her; she and her friends had agreed to watch out for each other. And, having broken up with her boyfriend some months prior, she was admittedly itching for some action now that the stress of exams was behind her.

She took her half-finished drink, being careful to keep a close eye on it, and moved down to the other end of the table.

“Did you want to say something to me?” she asked as way of greeting.

He smiled at her. “Yes. I’d like to know if I could have the honor of buying you a drink.”

Oh, he was one of those guys, was he? But he was handsome enough he could get away with it.

“You may buy me a drink,” she emphasized. She’d already had two and she wanted to get a little tipsy, not black out.

He did so, and then introduced himself to her. “Joachim Mueller. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Seria,” she replied. It felt backward, introducing herself with her given name, but this guy was obviously foreign, and she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with him knowing her surname yet.

They participated in some small talk. Seria learned that this Joachim had returned to Japan last month after spending six years in America, and he had some funny little stories about cultural differences and his experiences with obtuse Americans during the pandemic. In comparison, her life sounded very dull. Still, she talked about her family and her almost-completed journey towards becoming a nurse.

Then, rather abruptly, Joachim said, “You’re a Psychic Duelist, aren’t you?”

She blinked. “How did you know?” It wasn’t like she was very good at the dueling aspect; her healing powers were stronger than her ability to manifest physical objects from cards.

“I make it my business to know,” the young man replied, still smiling as pleasantly as ever. “I am one myself. We need to stick together. Tell me…have you ever experienced discrimination from other people due to your powers? Have your loved ones rejected you?”

Looking back years later, Seria would realize that this was the point where she should have made up an excuse and bailed. However, at that time she was too intoxicated, both from the alcohol and this man’s magnetism, to be anything but thrilled that there was someone else out there like her. All her life, she’d thought it was some bizarre quirk exclusive to her.

As for his question…although she’d been fortunate enough to have a supportive family, making friends had always been difficult for her. Sometimes, she’d forgotten herself and gotten carried away during duels, and everyone tended to avoid her after these episodes. In addition, her supervisors were convinced that she was using her powers to cheat on practical exams, even though this was impossible since she wasn’t working on anything living…

“I suppose I have,” she mused.

And that really opened the floodgates. She was Joachim Mueller’s captive audience as he told her of his plans to help others like them. He wanted to take in children who had been neglected and abandoned, teach them how to use their powers safely, and then re-integrate them into society when they were ready. His goal, he said, was to break down the barriers between the general population and Psychic Duelists entirely, so that one day it would be no more of a feared trait than, say, having freckles or Type AB blood. And with a bunch of kids learning about their powers, there were bound to be some injuries here and there. That was why they’d need a medic…someone like Seria.

By midnight, she was sold.

Her friends didn’t find it concerning when she decided to leave the bar with him; Iori even flashed a victory sign. They stumbled out the door, laughing, their arms wrapped around each other. After they’d taken a cab to the nearest love hotel, and almost broken down the door to their room in their eagerness to get inside, Seria experienced by far the best sex she’d had in her entire life.

There was no going back after that.

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It was past midnight when Seria had been jerked out of sleep by the pounding at her door.

“Who’zit?” she mumbled. Her first assumption was that this was a medical emergency. She’d been woken up at odd hours by those before, but it never got any easier for all the practice she’d had.

“Hiroshi,” came the familiar no-nonsense voice from the hallway. Without waiting for a response, he continued, “Divine-sama asked me to wake you up. We are to join him in his office for an important meeting.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll get ready,” she sighed. Could this not have waited until morning?

One of the benefits of being in the Arcadia Movement was that she never had to worry about picking an outfit. She grabbed a shirt, a robe, and a pair of pants out of the closet, knowing without looking that they would match since they were identical to the other pairs. Then she made a quick trip to the bathroom to brush her hair and splash cold water on her face. There; she was a little more alert.

“Did Divine-sama say what this was about? Nothing bad happened, did it?” she inquired as the two of them walked down the hallway as fast as they could without breaking into a run.

Hiroshi assured her, “Nothing that I know of. He was out the entire evening and came back with an unfamiliar girl. Then the two of them spent a couple of hours on the testing floor. Perhaps it has to do with that.”

Now that Seria was thinking about it, Divine had been acting a little strangely over the past few days. He had mentioned to her that there might be a new arrival soon. This was not an uncommon occurrence, what with all the psychic children in the city who had been abandoned by their families. Certainly, he didn’t consult them about every new resident, and when he did, it was never so late in the night. What made this case special?

When they finished the long elevator ride up and knocked at Divine’s office door, they heard his voice say, “Come in.” However, he left it to them to open the door.

They found Divine standing behind his desk, with his hands on the shoulders of a young girl in a school uniform. She looked maybe sixteen years old, if Seria had to guess.

“Seria, Hiroshi, I would like to introduce Aki. She will be living with us from now on,” he said.

Seria smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Aki-san.” Hiroshi remained silent and made a respectful bow instead.

Aki remained silent. She shrank back into Divine until his hands tightened their grip almost imperceptibly. At this point, she looked up at them through messy bangs and greeted them with a soft, “Hello.”

“Good girl,” Divine said. “Now, it’s been a long night. You probably want to get some rest, don’t you? Hiroshi will show you where you’ll sleep. We’ll have you spend tonight in one of the holding rooms, if that’s okay. I’ll make sure that your permanent room is ready by the end of tomorrow.”

He handed Hiroshi a floor plan, in which he’d filled in the room he’d chosen in highlighter. As usual, Seria’s colleague showed no emotions on the matter one way or the other, merely gesturing at the girl to follow him. She did this, although not until a little nudge forward from Divine.

“Poor thing,” he commented to Seria when the two of them were alone in the office. “When she was five, her parents sent her to Duel Academia as a boarder, which is highly unusual for students living in the city. Then last month, she got into some sort of trouble with her powers at school and ran away. She’s good at hiding; it took me weeks to track her down.”

“How old is she?” Seria asked.

“Thirteen. Fourteen in August.”

Seria winced. Even younger than she’d thought. A pretty thirteen-year-old girl alone on the streets…people would have been waiting around every corner to take advantage of her in the most heinous ways.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about her in that regard,” Divine informed her. She’d always suspected that he had some ability to read people’s emotions if not their minds. “She is extremely powerful; nobody would ever have been able to touch her if she didn’t want them to. In fact, she beat me in the testing duel, and no one’s done that since Hiroshi. That’s why I called you two to meet her as soon as she was done. I suspect that she will be one of our best pupils and prove crucial to our success. To show her importance, I would like you and Hiroshi to refer to her as ‘Subject Zero’ when discussing her with other staff. Not to her face, of course.”

There was a glint in his eyes with which Seria wasn’t quite comfortable; very similar to how he had looked at her in that bar three years ago. Surely he couldn’t be…no, what was she thinking? The girl was barely a teenager. All Divine wanted was to create a haven for Psychic Duelists, particularly those who couldn’t fend for themselves. He would never.

“You mentioned setting her bedroom up,” she blurted out a little abruptly, attempting to cancel out her bad thoughts. In the Arcadia Movement, almost everybody shared a room with either one, three, or five other people, depending on the amount of time they’d lived here and/or how powerful they were. Seria had anticipated that Aki would be assigned to one of the six-person dormitory-style rooms since she was new to the Movement.

Divine had other plans, though. “Yes. Tell Maintenance to get one of the two-person rooms ready, please. One with a balcony if that’s possible. The highest floor where you can find an empty one.”

Okay, this was a bit unexpected, but it should work. They had dozens of unoccupied bedrooms, converted from the office space of the previous tenants. Seria thought that there might be enough rooms for every resident to have their own…however, Divine wanted to do it this way and she opted not to question it. “Understood. And who will she be sharing it with?”

“No one. She’ll have it to herself.”

And that was very unexpected. The only people here who had a private bedroom were herself, Divine, and Hiroshi. Inwardly, she wondered what Divine was planning. He did have an unfortunate habit of playing favorites among the child and adolescent students, and it appeared that Aki was going to be one of them.

Outwardly, though, she bowed and told him, “It will be done.”

“Excellent. I would also like you to conduct a thorough physical exam tomorrow morning and check bloodwork. She likely has mild malnutrition from her time on her streets.” Looking exceedingly satisfied, Divine slipped both of his hands into his front pants pockets. “You are dismissed for tonight. I have some business to attend to.”

And she’d thought nothing of it then…

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Misty slammed on the brakes and tapped out a sharp reprimand on her car horn. The nerve! She’d been turning into her preferred parking spot in the school pickup line, had her signal lights on and everything, when some jerk in a big black car with tinted windows had cut in front of her and taken her spot. He (for such a rude driver could only be male) had almost hit her, too. Fuming, she did two loops around the lot before the car behind this one left and cleared up a spot for her to parallel park. Even this was difficult, since the driver of the black car had the front end of the vehicle in one space and the back end in another. It was a testament to the compact build of her kei car that she managed to squeeze in at all.

And she’d found her spot not a moment too soon. She spotted Toby jogging towards the car, his bag hanging off one shoulder and a big grin on his face like usual.

“Oneechan!” he greeted as he opened the door and got into the passenger seat. “How was your day?”

Smiling in return, she replied, “Okay. Nothing too special. How was yours?”

“Well, um, we’re doing a lot of reviewing in class for finals. I think I have a good grasp on everything. And then we’re going to have a pizza party next week when the exams are done... like they do in American schools. It’s gonna be awesome!”

That was her little brother, all right: always appreciative of the simple pleasures in life. Every day, Misty thought about how lucky she was to have him. Her job was often a stressful one, what with posing for photo shoots for hours on end, doing shows, and worrying about follower counts on social media. She had a tendency towards gloom when left to her own devices, and she knew it. But Toby rarely failed to cheer her up. Without his enthusiasm on subjects such as pizza parties, or a cherry blossom tree in full bloom, or an interesting new manga series he’d found, she was certain that she’d lose sight of what was important.

“That’s wonderful. I can’t believe you’re going to be a second-year student soon,” she commented. He’d turned thirteen last month, and as much as Misty wanted him to remain her adorable baby brother forever, she knew that he was growing up fast. Recently, he’d even started mentioning a girl in the grade above him, with powers similar to his, who he thought was cute. Where had the years gone?

She told Toby, “It looks like we might be stuck here for a while, until that asshole in front of us decides to move.” What was he doing here anyway? They’d all heard the stories of adult men that hung around schools for nefarious purposes...

“That’s okay. I don’t mind,” Toby said, sounding oddly eager. “I recognize that car. It’s the one that she rides in.”

Ah.

“So I’ll finally get to see your girlfriend?” she teased.

Toby made a big show of rolling his eyes. “Mistyyyy! She’s not my girlfriend! Not yet, anyway. I think I’m gonna ask her out after the new school year starts.”

“Be careful,” she urged. “I don’t want you to get a broken heart.”

“I’ll be careful,” he promised, albeit a bit absentmindedly. Before Misty could say anything else, his head swiveled over to look out the window. “Look, Oneechan…there she is! Izayoi Aki-san!”

Misty looked where he was pointing and saw a skinny girl, not yet fully grown into her limbs, with red hair. She was pretty, it was true, but she walked with her shoulders hunched and her arms folded across her chest. Her heart-shaped face and delicate features became marred with a dark scowl whenever anyone crossed her path, sending the unfortunate other person fleeing.

“She doesn’t look happy,” Misty observed. In fact, Izayoi Aki looked like a bit of a bully to her. Why her cheerful brother would be attracted to that, she wasn’t sure.

Toby’s ears colored. “Yeah. People are mean to her because she can’t control her powers. But I wouldn’t be like that! I’d always be nice to her…even if she accidentally hurt me.”

This sounded too much like the “I can fix him” trope with the usual gender roles flipped for Misty’s liking. However, she maintained her silence and let him have his fantasies. He was thirteen, this was his first crush that she knew of, and she doubted that he’d listen to reason.

Meanwhile, Izayoi Aki had reached the suspicious-looking car in front of them. She opened the door and appeared pleasantly surprised to see who was inside. Her face lit up with an admittedly gorgeous smile, and she clambered in.

“Finally,” Misty sighed as the parking spot thief pulled out of the two spaces he was occupying and drove off. A minor annoyance, she told herself. Now they could get on with the rest of their day.

It would be another three weeks before she realized the full impact of this event.

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She lay naked on the bed, mind and body open for him. For six months, she’d tried to hide her burgeoning crush, until the wonderful Christmas night when Divine had confessed to reciprocating her feelings. And then she’d had to wait another eight months before he decided that it was time to take their relationship to the next level. Her patience had finally paid off. Tonight, after so many kisses that had left her yearning for more, after all those nights that she’d had to seek relief by her own hand, they were going to consummate their love at last.

Seria had given her that shot a few days prior. So when Divine had invited her to dinner, ostensibly to celebrate her birthday, Aki had known. During the meal, she’d cleaned her plate but hadn’t been able to taste any of it…not when her whole being was focused on him. Then he’d held her on his lap and told her how much she’d grown since arriving here, that she’d blossomed into a beautiful and mature young lady.

This time, she’d been the one to start the kissing.

She’d wanted to jump straight into it, but Divine had told her that, since this was her first time, he needed to prepare her properly. He’d touched every inch of her body, and she had no idea how he could exercise this much restraint when she felt on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Finally, he’d said that she was ready. He undressed, and she was thrilled to see that he was as excited about her as she was about him.

She felt deliciously grown-up. Everything was going to be perfect. The bedside lamp bathed her pale skin in a golden glow, as if giving a higher meaning to their union. They were both already breathing heavily when he crawled on top of her. He’d warned her that it would probably hurt, but when he pushed into her and she screamed, it was entirely from pleasure…

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Aki had just finished a super-good day of training. She’d beaten Okita and Liquid in a 2-on-1 game of Duel Tennis, and couldn’t wait to tell Divine about it. Maybe he’d be so happy that he’d let her eat with him tonight…possibly even sleep with him too. Although they’d only been “doing it” for a month, since her fifteenth birthday, she already felt like she could never get enough.

Once she reached the top floor, she found that the door to his office was ajar. Normally, the rule was to knock only if it was completely closed, but she heard some sort of tinny electronic music coming from inside…like something from a video game. It sounded like he was occupied with whatever this was, so she decided to play it safe and knock anyway.

The music paused. “Yes? Who is it?”

“Aki,” she answered, a little breathlessly since the mere sound of his voice was enough to send her heart racing. Please don’t let him be too busy…

“Oh. Come on in.”

She breathed a quiet sigh of relief and entered the spacious suite of rooms, closing the door behind her just in case. Her ears traced the sounds as coming from the living area, which could double as a bedroom on the frustratingly frequent occasions when Divine had to pull an all-nighter. She found an endearing scene inside…he was lying on the couch, back propped up against the arm, indeed playing on an older handheld gaming device. It must be one of the games from his collection, she thought. Although he’d let her play some of them on occasion, she’d never seen him play any before and didn’t recognize the music as coming from one of the ones she knew.

He turned the volume down to mute and set the device down on a coffee table. “I was thinking you’d show up soon. It’s good to see you.”

He was dressed as casually as she’d ever seen him, in a polo shirt and jeans. However, he still had his gloves on and had added black forearm sleeves. Aki knew that he never took the gloves off except in the bathroom; he even wore them when they “did it.” She always wondered why.

Aki walked over to the end of the couch where his feet were, waiting for his nod of permission before she perched on the edge.

“I wanted to tell you how my training went…” she began, only for Divine to cut her off.

“Yes, Hiroshi already texted me that you did well today.” He gestured at his smartphone, also lying on the table.

“Oh,” she said. Why did she feel this disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to be the one to tell him? Perhaps that was the idea; the second-in-command had never liked her…

“Aki? Let’s not sulk. It’s most unbecoming.”

She made herself smile again, and he returned it. “That’s better.”

He picked the device back up and turned the sound on. Was this his way of telling her that he wanted her to leave? But they hadn’t seen each other since yesterday morning. She tried to think of something else to say.

“I like that music,” she finally ventured. In German, no less. Ich mag diese Musik. At least that’s what she thought it was. Divine always liked when she spoke to him in his native language, although he still had to reply in Japanese because her listening comprehension wasn’t great yet.

Her instincts proved accurate, and Divine rewarded her efforts by looking back up at her. “It is a catchy little tune, isn’t it? Its name is ‘Serious.’ Do you hear the heartbeat?”

“…Heartbeat?” she repeated, stumped. Sometimes when she got confused like this, he’d grow tired of trying to explain it to her and tell her to never mind. Today, thankfully, he seemed to be in a good mood and have more patience.

“Hold on. I’ll make it so you might be able to hear it a little better.” And, in a few seconds, she did.

1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 2-3…

“I found this game in a secondhand store when I was eleven,” he explained to her. “Not long after I moved to Japan for the first time.”

He hardly ever talked about his past; Aki treasured every scrap of it he flung her way. Seeing him like this, long eyelashes almost brushing his cheekbones as he looked down, the hemline of his shirt riding up just enough to give her a glimpse of abs, warmed her through and through. He looked almost…vulnerable, as if the eleven-year-old who had been so excited about this game was peeping through.

She chewed her lip, trying not to show how much she wanted him. If she waited quietly for a few more minutes until he got to a good stopping point, then maybe…

“You are dismissed, Aki,” he said abruptly, not looking up from the screen. Before she had the chance to protest, he added, “If you’re feeling up to it, you may have dinner with me tonight. Bring your overnight bag.”

Aki’s smile grew. Thus mollified, she turned to leave, asking one final question.

“What’s the game about?” Worum geht es in dem Spiel?

Divine thought for a few seconds before telling her, “It’s about people who are very much like you and I.”

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After two long weeks, Divine had returned from one of his business trips. This one was in Italy, which made Aki happy because he was always in a better mood when he got to go to Europe. And he’d called her to his room that very first night back!

This trip had been a good one, he’d told her. She listened politely as he regaled her with the details. Although she couldn’t understand a lot of the specifics, it seemed that he’d made a lot of money. Doing what, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t her job to know that.

He’d brought her a special treat…a bottle of something called Vin Santo, which he said was a dessert wine. He’d remembered her sweet tooth, and that she hadn’t cared for the drier wines which he preferred. It almost choked her up, how he was always thoughtful and knew her likes and dislikes as well as she did.

Their glasses clinked together in a toast, full of promise for the future…

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Divine had always preferred European cuisine to Japanese, and wanted to make sure everyone in the building followed suit. It took a little getting used to, being incredibly rich, but Aki soon learned to love it. And when he invited her to dine with him in his room, she got to have the fancy stuff, prepared by his personal French chef and Viennese pastry chef.

Tonight, they were having one of her favorites: salmon Hollandaise. Starving from a full day of training, Aki could scarcely wait for the servers to finish their work. Once the two of them were finally left alone, she cut off a big piece of fish with the side of her fork, only for Divine to clear his throat. He did that whenever she did something he didn’t like. She couldn’t imagine what that might be this time.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and he shook his head. “Do you really need to eat all of that, Aki?”

Although his tone was as gentle and pleasant as ever, she flushed with shame. He was right. She had been about to eat like a pig when she needed to be a lady. When she’d scraped most of the sauce off and started taking tiny bites instead, the smile returned to Divine’s face.

“That’s my good girl…”

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The hour was late. Divine had let Aki stay in his office while he finished up his work for the night, and they were slow-dancing (or, by this point, more swaying in place than anything else) to that American song he liked: the one that was named after a flower yet never mentioned flowers in the lyrics. Bummer. It was still a nice song, though. And now that he’d started teaching her English, Aki could understand some of the words for herself.

She was resting her head on his shoulder and could scarcely keep her eyes open. Still, she made a little hum of objection when the song began winding down. “Play it again.”

This was at least the tenth time she’d requested this tonight, but Divine humored her. “All right. Just this once more, Sisi. You’re practically asleep on your feet.”

He side-stepped them over the table where the old-fashioned CD player was and let go of her long enough to press the Replay button in the nick of time. One thing was for sure, Aki thought as the opening lyrics played once again. She would give up forever to touch him…

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She was quite possibly the angriest she’d been in her entire life as she exited the elevator and stormed down the hallway to Divine’s office, a small object held in one fist. When she got to the doors, piano music was coming from inside the room. She instantly recognized the tune as Pollyanna. Why such a hardened cynic would like a song about childhood optimism, she’d never know, although it was sickeningly ironic given the reason for her fury.

The doors were locked. Divine often did this when practicing his music, but today Seria didn’t give a shit. She pounded on them with all her strength, resolving to break them down herself if she had to.

“It’s Seria. Open up now,” she ordered. She was impressed with how low and scary her voice sounded. And Divine must have felt similarly, since he got up from the piano and unlocked the doors without any reprimand about how busy he was.

As soon as the doors closed behind her, Seria showed him the object she was holding…a positive pregnancy test.

“Well, I believe congratulations are in order,” Divine said lightly. “Who’s the father? I wouldn’t think it was Hiroshi, but stranger things have happened, I suppose.”

“You are,” she told him.

Seria knew what he was about to say–something along the lines of, Don’t be ridiculous, we haven’t had sex in years. She didn’t give him the chance.

“You promised me that this wouldn’t happen, Joachim.” Damnit, now she was starting to cry. “It’s the only reason I went along with all this. How could you? She’s…she’s only fifteen.”

His eyes widened; in the nearly five years Seria had known him, this was the first time she’d seen him at a loss for words. He didn’t even bother giving her the stinkeye for addressing him by his real name.

“What…how?! We had her on the shots!”

Yes, they had…except for when Aki had come down with a bad cold in the late winter. They’d decided to delay the administration of the next injection for a week to give her a chance to rest up and recover. Since Divine refused to use condoms (which was weird because he’d used them with her in the past and not had any evident problems), Seria had thought that surely he wasn’t stupid enough to take any risks during that week.

Apparently, he had been.

“Where is she now?” he asked, voice dangerously quiet.

Seria had left her in the infirmary, and said as much, realizing too late that maybe it would have been better to wait until he cooled down a bit.

He shoved her aside and stomped out of the office, as angry as Seria had been when she entered it. She could have gone after him immediately, attempted to calm him enough so he wouldn’t say anything to Aki that he might regret later…but she didn’t. Later, she wasn’t sure why.

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“You’ve put on weight,” Divine had commented, while the two of them had been discussing Aki’s training. It wasn’t like he’d said it in a mean tone of voice, but Aki was still a little offended. What did that have to do with anything?!

Divine held up his hands. “Now don’t give me that look. I’m only trying to help you. You said that you’ve felt off-balance over the last few weeks. Perhaps that’s why.”

As always, he’d been right…both that she shouldn’t have taken it personally and about the weight. That night, when Aki got back to her room, she noticed that a spare kilo or two had indeed accumulated on her abdomen, which was virtually undetectable under her clothing. Although this was disconcerting, it wasn’t too surprising. Aki had always had an enormous sweet tooth and adored the Austrian desserts with hard-to-pronounce names that made regular appearances at the dining hall…things like sachertorte and apfelstrudel and kaiserschmarrn. Lately, she’d been craving sugar so much that she often had seconds. Well, that had an easy fix, albeit an agonizing one. She would abstain from sweets, be careful about what she ate otherwise, and lace her corset tighter... both to shrink her waistline and decrease her appetite. The weight would come off in no time, she was certain.

Except that it didn’t. Two weeks of deprivation later and, if anything, she looked fatter! Although Divine hadn’t said anything further on the subject, she knew he was keeping track. The thought of him being repelled by her appearance was too much for her to bear. Thankfully, she was due for her next birth control shot soon, and resolved to bring it up then.

“Um…so…” she said while Seria prepared her injection in the infirmary. “I have a question. Could the shots be making me fat?”

Seria looked at her oddly, setting the syringe aside. “What are you talking about? You’re not fat.”

“Yes I am!” Aki insisted. With a bit of fumbling, she managed to reach behind her and unlace her corset, letting it fall onto the exam table. She encircled the disgusting lump with her hands to emphasize it. “See?”

Seria’s hand flew up to her mouth, and Aki flushed in shame. She looked so hideous that even the Arcadia Movement’s no-nonsense head medic was grossed out by it! She was expecting a lecture on diet and exercise. What Seria said next seemed like a non-sequitur.

“Aki, when was your last period?”

She tried to remember. “Two, three months ago? I wasn’t keeping track. You said they might get really light or stop altogether on the shot.” And good riddance, too. Her cycle had been almost intolerable before.

“So I did,” Seria replied, although Aki thought that she hadn’t been paying much attention. She then started asking her about some other symptoms, none of which seemed to be a big deal on their own. It was true that she’d had an intermittent upset stomach recently, to the point of throwing up once or twice. However, that had never been uncommon for her, particularly when she’d first joined the Movement. Same with the dizziness and fatigue after training, constipation, anxious bladder, skin outbreaks, crying easily…all of these were things that happened to her fairly often and were usually associated with stress. On second thought, though, it was weird that she was saying “Yes” to so many of them at the same time, when things weren’t especially stressful except for trying to lose weight.

Seria’s frown had deepened with each positive response. Then she’d had Aki pee into a cup, without telling her what it was for. She took the cup and went into a side room for several minutes. Aki wondered if she might be testing it for a UTI. She’d already had one about six months ago, after she’d been too lazy to get up and use the bathroom after sex like she knew she was supposed to. But if that was indeed what Seria was doing, why hadn’t she said so?

By the time she came back out, Aki was getting irritated about being left out of the loop.

“Hey! Stop ignoring me! Don’t you think I have a right to know what’s going on? Am I dying or something?”

Seria didn’t answer her. Instead, she stomped out of the exam room.

All Aki could do was wait. She considered giving up and leaving, but she still hadn’t gotten the shot and she wanted to find out what was happening. When she heard more heavy footsteps outside the room, she assumed that it was Seria coming back. Instead, it was Divine.

She smiled. He would help her get to the bottom of this. That was their whole thing: complete honesty with each other about everything.

“What’s going on?” she asked him. “Seria wouldn’t tell me any…” The rest of what she was going to say died in her throat when she looked more carefully at Divine’s face. It was dark with rage.

“What are you playing at?!” he demanded. Aki wasn’t sure how she should respond. He rarely got mad at her, and when he did, he never raised his voice like this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she tried, keeping her own tone quiet and nonthreatening. If anything, though, this served to provoke him further. He walked across the room so quickly that it looked like he’d leapt forward.

“DON’T YOU LIE TO ME, YOU BITCH!” he shouted. He grabbed her upper arms and squeezed hard, ignoring her cry of fear and pain. “You knew exactly what you were doing! Did you want more attention? Is that it? Was what I was already giving you not enough, hm?! ANSWER ME!”

It felt like Divine was about to snap her arm bones in two. His voice was as loud as a thunderclap right beside her ear, his face was red, and all his teeth were showing. She couldn’t bear to look at him.

This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be happening. She would have been less surprised had a meteorite crashed into the room. Her gentle, soft-spoken lover, who gave her presents and kisses and earth-shattering orgasms, turned into this? Although she knew she should be begging his forgiveness for whatever unknown thing she’d done wrong, her mind was a blank. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. She couldn’t get any sound to come out.

All that she could think was that he was angry about her continued weight gain. That didn’t make sense with the rest of what he was saying, though.

He gave her body a vigorous shake. “I’m giving you one more chance to explain yourself. If you continue to refuse to do so, then I will be leaving right away to find a doctor who will fix this…”

The door opened. Seria. “Divine-sama, what on Earth is going on?”

Aki finally found her voice. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I know you didn’t like how I was fat, but I’ve been watching what I eat and it’s still getting worse…”

And that seemed to break whatever spell Divine had been under. The furious look on his face melted into one of confusion. He let go of her and backed away. “Wait, what?”

Seria facepalmed. “She doesn’t know. I didn’t think she was serious when…I should’ve realized that.” She turned to Aki. “My apologies for the misunderstanding. Aki…how should I put this? You’re going to have a baby.”

Aki heard yet didn’t comprehend. Her? Having a baby? Like a real baby, who cried and pooped and stuff? Seria must be joking. She was pretty sure that only people who were over eighteen and married were allowed to have babies. And anyway, she was on those shots every three months, which Divine had told her made it so she couldn’t get pregnant.

But, she remembered, there had been that one week when she’d had that awful sore throat and cough. The first day that the symptoms had finally started to subside, she’d gotten super-horny after being too sick to take care of it for so long. And she’d known that nothing would be able to satisfy this urge short of having Divine inside her. When he’d dropped by her room to check on her that afternoon, she’d begged and pleaded with him until he’d acquiesced. She’d felt much better after, in more ways than one, and Divine had worn a surgical mask so he wouldn’t get sick, so it hadn’t seemed like a big deal. She’d gotten her delayed shot the very next day.

No wonder he was angry at her; it had all been her fault. He must have also thought she’d decided to have a baby without telling him about it, and gotten pregnant on purpose. But she hadn’t.

“Just so we’re all on the same page…” Seria went on. “Am I correct when I think that your mother never spoke with you about these things, Aki? Not about babies, or periods, or sex, or…anything like that?”

Aki nodded, although she had no idea why that was relevant. She’d learned the important facts in school: babies were made when two people had sex and an egg and a sperm got together. And of course, Divine always answered any questions she had and patiently talked her through how to give pleasure…as well as receive it. Wasn’t that enough?

“…Right,” Divine sighed. He turned to face the wall and took several deep breaths. When he turned back and looked at Aki again, the familiar fond smile was back on his face.

He squeezed in next to her on the table. “Please, forgive me. I was caught by surprise, that’s all. Anyway…how far along is she, Seria?”

“About 14 or 15 weeks out from LMP, I’d guess,” Seria stated. “It’s still early enough that termination is an option.”

“Well, let’s not be hasty. Aki, what do you think? Should we continue the pregnancy or not?”

Aki didn’t want to think; he’d promised her that she’d never have to do that again! She wished that she could go to Daimon Area and forget everything that had happened in the past half hour; that, or go to bed and fall asleep until everything was back to normal.

“I want to have your baby,” she finally murmured. This was what she was thinking, albeit one of many, sometimes contradictory, thoughts that were all clamoring for her attention at the same time. However, she assumed that this would be what he’d like to hear her say, since he wasn’t mad about it anymore.

“And there we have it.” Divine gave her bump a pat and wrapped his other arm around her body, although that hurt Aki because of the bruises forming on her arms where he’d gripped them.

“The Director won’t like this,” Seria commented.

Divine retorted, “The Director doesn’t need to know.” Then, “Could the last shot have hurt the baby?”

Seria assured him, “It shouldn’t.”

Aki noted that neither of them brought up that she drank a glass or two of wine whenever she had dinner in Divine’s room. She knew that that could hurt the baby as well, but if they weren’t going to mention it, she’d keep her mouth shut.

While she was still stuck on the whole “having a baby” thing, Divine was thinking ahead as usual.

“All right. Here’s the plan. Aki, you will need to stay inside until the baby comes. That’s for, what, the next six months or so? We’ll try to have your checkups in here too. You will get plenty of rest and be assigned to light training only. No more worrying. And no more desserts, either. You’re at increased risk for developing diabetes.”

All of this sounded very boring to Aki. She rose from her seat and said, “I’m going out.” Surely she’d still have today to clear her mind. It wasn’t like she’d show under her robes yet.

“No you’re not,” Divine told her. “The plan is effective immediately.”

So she sat back down, this time on his lap. She buried her face in the curve of his neck, breathing in the lingering scent of his aftershave. Although she feared that new side of him she’d seen, she still craved his touch.

“There…” he whispered. “That’s my sweet and clever girl, carrying my child. No, don’t start crying. You don’t need to be nervous, or afraid. Just relax, and I’ll handle things for you. I’ve always done that before, haven’t I?”

Aki paid partial attention as the adults continued to discuss adult things such as trust funds and getting bloodwork done and when to break the news to everyone else in the building. She was fatigued from the excitement, and finally did start to relax from Divine’s soft rubbing of her back.

Maybe he had a point about the resting. She drifted off to sleep, letting them take care of everything just as Divine had told her to.

It wasn’t like she had a choice.

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“Divine? Can I ask you a question?”

She felt a little puff of air on her neck as he chuckled. “Technically, you already did. But what is it?”

“What’s Sisi?” She’d heard him call her that many times, although she’d never been able to work up the courage to ask him before. Tonight, they’d just had sex and were both relaxed and spooning in bed. Divine had a hand on her belly and had been able to feel their unborn child kicking for the first time. He was obviously in a good mood, so she’d decided to chance it.

“Not a what. A who,” he informed her. “Sisi was a Kaiserin–or empress–of Austria.”

“The same country where you were born,” Aki recalled.

“Exactly. She was the most beautiful woman in Europe, intelligent, a highly skilled horsewoman, always on the cutting edge of fashion…and extremely unhappy.”

Aki had liked where this little story was going until that last part. “Why was she unhappy?”

“Well..”–he paused to think and she took the opportunity to slip down further into his embrace–“There were many reasons. Her upbringing was rather provincial and she never liked life in the Hofburg…that’s the big palace in Vienna. She had an overbearing mother-in-law. Two of her four children predeceased her. What I think is that, most of all, it was because no one understood her.”

She spun around to face him. “And I remind you of her?”

“No, my sweet girl.” He cupped her face in one large hand and tilted it upward, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “She reminds me of you.”

Aki couldn’t quite puzzle out what the difference was, although she contented herself with the knowledge that, unlike this Kaiserin, she had exactly one person who understood her…

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After fifteen minutes of trying to force her aching feet into her favorite chunky red heels, Aki gave up and kicked the shoes across the rug with a snarl. She was sick of…of all of this! The swelling, and her acne-ridden skin, and barely being able to go half an hour without rushing to the bathroom, and the ridiculous waddling and everything. She couldn’t use her typical strategy of going outside to let off some steam; trips to Daimon Area were strictly forbidden in her condition. Or, as Divine would like to say, verboten.

He was no help either, because he spent all his time in his office. Tomorrow, on Halloween no less, he would be leaving on like his ten millionth business trip this year–this one to Thailand. What was more, he hadn’t asked her to spend the night with him in weeks…not even on his birthday two days ago.

She glanced at the full-length mirror on her door, which was a mistake. There was the reason he was ignoring her. Those pictures she’d seen online of radiant expecting mothers cradling their tummy bumps looked nothing like her reality. On her slight frame, the effect was almost comical, like some kid playing at being pregnant by shoving a large balloon under their shirt. And honestly, that wasn’t too far from the truth.

She bent down to try to get one of her shoes to throw against the mirror; of course, she couldn’t reach it. Instead, she punched the glass, satisfied when a network of cracks appeared yet a little disappointed that she hadn’t cut herself.

That was it. Her back was killing her, and everyone had been urging her to rest, so she would do just that. She’d change from these icky maternity clothes back into her pajamas and spend the whole day in bed, having breakfast and lunch brought up, and no one could do anything about it! And when she’d eventually have to venture out for dinner, she’d wear her slippers into the dining hall whether Divine liked it or not.

She’d like to see him try to be pregnant and do any better…even though she knew she shouldn’t be having such nasty thoughts about her savior…

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No no no. This was all wrong! This couldn’t happen now. Divine wouldn’t be due back from his overseas business trip for another two days, and he’d said he was going to be there with her. She wouldn’t be able to do it if he wasn’t!

The contractions had begun about half an hour before lights-out on this rainy night. She’d lain in her bed completely still, legs clamped shut, the howling wind outside her window her sole companion. The hope had been that if she ignored the pain, it’d prove to be a false alarm like the book Divine had gotten her mentioned. However, it hadn’t stopped; it had only gotten worse. And then, while she’d been forced to get up and walk to the bathroom, the pain had become too much for to bear quietly any longer.

Okita, who had been on guard duty, had heard her and knocked on her bedroom door, asking if she was all right. When she hadn’t answered, he’d gotten Hiroshi, who in turn had unlocked the door with his master key, taken one look at her lying on the floor, and gotten Seria. They’d rushed her to the infirmary in a wheelchair. And now here she was in this empty room; the other overnight occupants had been kicked out to give her some semblance of privacy. Everything was too white and too clean, and all the machines scared her.

Aki wasn’t letting them touch her; not after Seria had said she was going to do a “cervix check,” which Aki hadn’t known involved painfully inserting two fingers deep into her. She made sure that no one else could approach her. Not when Hiroshi had told her that the doctor needed to ask some questions. Not even when someone else said that they had something that would help with the pain. When anyone got within a meter or so, she didn’t care who it was…she lashed out without looking.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d stayed in this curled position, shield surrounding her. Things were getting to the point where she knew that she couldn’t maintain it forever. This was going a lot faster than the book had led her to believe, with next to no space between contractions. With growing embarrassment, she realized that she’d been so scared that she’d peed herself. Or had that been her water breaking? There was something moving down lower and lower inside her, and she didn’t want it to…not yet…

Then, hurried footsteps outside. The door being flung open. And a stern voice saying, “Aki. Calm yourself.”

It was him! She instantly let her shield fall. There, standing in the doorway, was the man she loved, the father of her child.

“You’re here,” she breathed.

“Of course I am, Sisi,” he replied. He looked like he’d just jumped into a swimming pool fully-clothed. His face, which had been lined with tension, relaxed into a soft smile. In an instant, he was at the bedside, taking her hand in his. “You didn’t think I was going to make you go through this alone, did you? I dropped everything and rushed home as soon as I heard. Now, if you’ll scoot over a little bit, I can…”

There wasn’t enough space for her to move far, but he managed to get up on the bed and lie balanced on the edge of it anyway. Spooning her, he enfolded her into his arms as she was hit with a strong contraction, planting kisses on the top of her head and whispering to her about how brave she was.

And…the amazing thing was that she began to feel brave. He always knew exactly what to say. Although he had initially felt cold because of the water, his body heat quickly warmed things up. In this all-too-brief lull, she melted into his embrace. Even the strong smell of wet wool from his camelhair coat, which she would normally consider unpleasant, soothed her.

Although she knew the real trial was still to come, everything would be okay now that Divine was with her…

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As soon as Divine switched his phone off airplane mode, he had been bombarded by dozens of texts and missed calls. He ignored them, shoving the phone in his coat pocket so the noise wouldn’t continue to bother him. Surely, he thought, whatever it was could wait.

All he wanted to do was get home and go to sleep. This latest trip had been to Bangkok, and he loathed that city. He looked forward to the day where he’d be high enough up in the global hierarchy that he could set the places where the meetings were held.

At least the next one was going to be in Paris, a much more agreeable destination for him. And at least he’d made a couple of good sales. In fact, business had gone so smoothly that he’d been able to leave a little ahead of schedule. But his jet’s landing had been delayed by the remnants of a late-season typhoon that were currently drenching Neo Domino. Now it was past four in the morning. He was so exhausted during the car ride home, lulled by the pounding of raindrops on the windows, that he caught himself nodding off more than once. (Good thing that he had a driver.)

Alas, his long-awaited rest was not to be. As the car drove past the main entrance on the way to the underground garage, Divine saw that Hiroshi was standing there waiting for him. His lieutenant, the only person whom Divine had informed of his early return, knew that he liked his peace and quiet after getting back from these grueling trips. This was doubly true given the terrible weather and obscenely late/early hour. Therefore, he would not be doing this unless there was a matter that required Divine’s immediate attention.

“Let me off here,” he sighed. Not bothering to open an umbrella, he strode up the steps and grumbled at Hiroshi, “This had better be good.”

“It’s Subject Zero,” Hiroshi told him. “She’s in labor.”

Shit. This was early, wasn’t it? Two weeks, maybe even closer to three. He had kept his schedule clear of further trips until a week after the due date in an attempt to avoid this exact scenario.

The glass doors practically blew themselves open in the howling wind, and they hurried inside.

“Well, first labors take a while, don’t they?” Divine reasoned aloud. If he could go upstairs and get a few of hours of rest in before they really needed him…

His hopes were crushed as Hiroshi shook his head. “Usually they do. But not in this case. She’s in active labor, possibly in transition. We don’t know for sure because she’s not letting anyone near her. You’ll see when we get there. She already hit me once.” He turned to show Divine the torn sleeve and bloody welt on his upper arm. “Got Seria smack in the middle of her face, too. She had to go back to her room and heal.”

Divine knew that Hiroshi was not speaking about Aki striking people with her fists. That girl was going to test every last ounce of his patience this morning, wasn’t she? If Seria had abandoned ship, it must be bad. Part of him entertained the idea of skipping the whole thing and letting the medical staff handle it. Then, after it was over, he’d pretend he’d just gotten back, and Aki would be none the wiser. However, a promise was a promise, especially when made to this girl. Mind thus made up, he set off in the direction of the infirmary at a brisk pace. Hiroshi had to jog a little to keep up with him. Both of them had been drenched in the short amount of time they’d spent in the rain and left a trail of water droplets on the floor behind them.

“Tell me what happened,” he commanded as the two of them got in the elevator.

Hiroshi’s report was as thorough as usual. He had found Aki on the floor of her room a little after midnight, writhing in pain, he’d said. She either could not or would not tell them how long she’d been in labor before then. As she had already been five or six centimeters dilated when they’d found her, though, they could surmise that it had been a while. The uncertainty on the exact dilation was because Aki had, in medical parlance, “tolerated the exam poorly.” That was when Seria had gotten a face full of Rose Tentacles for her troubles.

This was the first baby to be born into the Arcadia Movement, and they were playing everything by ear. Seria had said that she wasn’t comfortable performing a C-section if it was indicated, so they’d had to locate an obstetrician from an outside hospital. Hiroshi, always efficient, had found one within an hour; even a female obstetrician to help Aki feel more comfortable. As had been previously discussed, they had procured the equipment needed for their in-house anesthesia team to do an epidural block, which they hadn’t been certain they’d be able to find since these weren’t often done electively in Japan. And all of that hard work had been for nothing since the patient refused to cooperate.

The hallway leading to the infirmary was crowded with Arcadia members. Hiroshi had said that he’d given everyone over age twelve special permission to leave their rooms after curfew tonight, on the condition that they stayed in this area. Some were praying at a hastily set-up kamidana. Others were reading or whispering amongst themselves. All had an intent ear turned towards the muffled cries of agony coming from behind the door.

“Move,” Divine ordered tersely. With murmurs of “Divine-sama,” they cleared the way. Hiroshi opted to stay behind with the rest of them. Divine noted that this master of composure looked almost as if he wanted to throw up. It was odd that he’d be squeamish about this when he’d witnessed deaths before. Was the mere thought of seeing a vagina that repulsive to him?

When Divine opened the door, though, his musings about Hiroshi’s preferences were wiped from his mind. He gazed upon the large egg-shaped arrangement of thorny vines resting near the head of the bed. They were positioned in such a way that one could easily unfold and be used as a whip…as Hiroshi and Seria had found out the hard way. The thorns were already tearing holes in the sheets.

Divine was surprised to note that, while Aki’s deck was sitting on the night table, it was still tucked away into its holder and there was no sign of her duel disk. Interesting. Before he could think more about the many implications of that, though, he’d have to bring this little standoff to an end.

“Aki. Calm yourself,” he said. That had come out a bit more harshly than he had intended, but it did the trick. The vines receded, revealing the nightgown-clad girl in their midst.

She looked pathetic, Divine thought. Skin pale and covered in a sheen of sweat, hair a frizzy and damp mess, eyes wide as they met his, shaking like that demented Chihuahua his mother had owned …was this truly Izayoi Aki, the Black Rose Witch, Scourge of Daimon Area?

However, he did not let any of his true feelings show. He told her what he knew she wanted to hear, hoping that in her distracted state she would never realize that there was no way he could have been aware that she was in labor before he got on the plane. A few words of encouragement and some physical contact…this was all that was ever needed to bring this affection-starved girl out of one of her episodes.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“M-hm.”

“Good. Now how about letting this doctor…what is your name?”

“Ichikawa,” the middle-aged and bespectacled woman answered. She was already gowned, gloved, and masked up. Although she looked tired and there was fear in her eyes, she kept her head remarkably well for a person who had been kidnapped at knifepoint and forced into a car a few hours prior. It seemed Hiroshi had found someone who was much like himself in personality…which was exactly what they needed when dealing with someone as emotional as Aki.

“Thank you. Let’s allow Dr. Ichikawa to examine you, all right?” Divine made a move to get up from this uncomfortable position and sit in a chair instead. Aki whined in protest.

It appeared that he’d have no choice other than to hold her through the entire ordeal. And, he realized, the only way that was feasible was if he sat at the head of the bed, behind her. After some tricky maneuvering due to the small amount of room and his long legs, he managed to wedge himself in there. He also grabbed a couple of towels from the side table to put on his lap. Having done his research, he was aware that this process would result in a lot of blood at the very least…and possibly other bodily substances as well.

She is really making me work for this, isn’t she?

Dr. Ichikawa had some good news for them.

“You are at least nine centimeters dilated–probably closer to nine and a half–and 100 percent effaced,” she said to Aki. “Progressing quickly for a first-timer, especially considering…well. At any rate, you should be ready to push soon.”

A quick glance at his smartphone informed Divine that it was a quarter to five. If this was over within the next hour, he thought, maybe he could get some decent sleep in and still aim to wake up before noon. Then he and Hiroshi could go over the profit margins after the recent sales at around one, leaving him the whole afternoon to start getting caught up on paperwork and phone calls before dinner. Of course, sometime today he also had to visit two of his young charges and tell them to pack up their things for their journey to a new home tomorrow…

His train of thought was halted by Aki emitting an unearthly sound somewhere between a growl and a screech. At the same time, the lights flickered. Because of the storm, or something else?

“Ssh. It’s okay. We’re all okay,” he told her. Then, to the doctor, “I heard mention of an epidural; can we do that now?”

The doctor shook her head. “There wouldn’t be enough time for it to fully take effect.”

Always making things more difficult for yourself, Aki. Had she allowed this to be performed earlier, she would likely be in little to no pain. Perhaps this had a silver lining…for him, at least. He’d brought her to what he had thought were her limits before. If it turned out that her potential was even greater in an extreme situation such as this, well, it’d be foolish of him to not take advantage of this, wouldn’t it?

Another contraction. More screaming. When Divine laid a hand on Aki’s belly, he could feel the muscles clenching hard as iron. He found this to be strangely exhilarating.

“I need to push now,” Aki gasped out.

“We just checked you a few minutes ago,” Dr. Ichikawa argued. “I don’t think you’re ready yet. If you start too soon, you might injure your cervix.”

Aki’s head snapped towards the older woman; although Divine didn’t have a clear view of her eyes in this position, he could imagine the fire in them.

“I DON’T CARE! I NEED. TO PUSH. NOW!” she bellowed. That was more like the Aki he knew.

“You heard her,” was all he added.

Dr. Ichikawa blinked and took half a step back, due to both the bizarreness of this situation she’d been dropped into and not being accustomed to her patients talking back like that. However, she quickly regained her bearings and checked again, saying something about an “anterior lip” and the possibility of working around it. By this point, Aki was so far-gone that Divine doubted she cared about the invasive exams anymore.

In the end, she got her way and the pushing stage commenced. Throughout the whole process, he held her snugly in the crook of one arm, the way she preferred, making his free hand available for her to grasp when needed. He kissed her and whispered the things he was supposed to, like You’re doing great and Almost there and I’m so proud of you. The majority of his attention, though, was focused on the lights. He was able to determine that the flickering lined up perfectly with her contractions...or, more specifically, whenever she bore down. Initially, these outages lasted mere fractions of a second. As time went on, they were sustained for a full second, then multiple seconds, then close to a minute…

Banging on the door. “Sir! The energy readings are off the chart!”

“Yes. I know,” Divine answered. “But we’re a little busy at the moment.” Aki punctuated his reply with a perfectly-timed primal roar.

However, this person (was he really expected to be able to identify everyone who worked here by voice alone?) remained persistent.

”Divine-sama, if Director Godwin calls, what should we tell him?”

“You think of something,” he ordered, although what he wanted to say was, “Tell him to go fuck himself.” He wasn’t sure whether the guy sensed that line of thought or was simply freaked out, but he didn’t bother them again.

Meanwhile, Dr. Ichikawa kept telling Aki not to scream, that it was counterproductive, to breathe through it instead. However, her admonishments were of no avail. It was getting close now, and whatever relief this process may have offered Aki at the outset was likely wearing off.

“Oh, let her do what she wants,” Divine sighed after several of these reprimands. With this barrage of loud noise close to his ears, there was little danger of him falling asleep. And looking at her progressively reddening face and the cords standing out on her neck, not to mention contemplating the excruciating pain she had to be in, continued to fascinate him.

After a long half hour of this, the doctor announced, “All right. We’re crowning. Little pushes, please; we don’t want tearing.”

Aki began to cry. “It hurts! I can’t do it!”

Divine knew he should be joining the doctor in telling her that of course she could do it, that she was stronger than she thought, et cetera. However, he had to focus his attention on finding the perfect opportunity for his little experiment. At the very next contraction, he got it.

Everything reached a crescendo. As the head was delivered, Aki let out a noise that Divine wouldn’t have previously thought a human capable of making. The lights in the room went off and stayed off. In addition, the light fixtures shattered, sending glass raining down onto the floor. Tables crashed against walls and medical instruments flew everywhere. The room was plunged into darkness, there were confused cries verging on panic from the hallway spectators, and Divine felt a wave of pure psychic power that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was beautiful.

Working quickly, he put up a shield so none of the three of them would get hit, then whispered a single word into her ear… the first one he could think of that seemed appropriate for the situation. And then, the moment was over. Aki used the last of her strength to bring their son into the world in a rush of fluid.

Silence. Divine could see the child making the motions of breathing, but knew that wouldn’t sustain him for long. The indomitable Dr. Ichikawa, whom he hadn’t bothered shielding, sprang into action. Although she was bleeding profusely from a scalp wound, she took no time to attend to it. Drops of blood mingled with her hair and mask. A few ran all the way down onto the bedding, although she managed to keep any of it from falling on either of her patients. She cleared the baby’s nose and mouth with a suction bulb and rubbed his body with a towel. For the briefest of instants, Divine wondered if he’d gone too far…and then, the baby let out an irritated little wail.

At that moment, he came dangerously close to feeling actual emotion.

It was okay. They could relax. The child was going to be all right, the backup generator had just turned on, and Aki, who had been slumped over in a dead faint in Divine’s arms, started stirring.

“What happened…?” she muttered sleepily.

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An entire, goop-encrusted, teeny-tiny human lay screaming on Aki’s chest, and she wasn’t certain how it had gotten there. The last thing she could remember was yelling at the doctor and that all-consuming urge. Next thing she knew, there was a huge spattering of blood on the bed (certainly that couldn’t all be hers?) and the whole room was a mess.

“Divine? What happened?” she repeated. She’d lost most of her voice.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” he told her. “It’s all over, and you did splendidly.” He tilted her chin up with his finger, and her eyes met shimmering green ones.

“It’s a boy, right?” she went on. She knew that Divine had wanted a son; he’d been so excited when the ultrasound had revealed that she was carrying one.

He gave her that smile that made her heart melt whenever she saw it. “He is indeed.” Leaning down a bit, he kissed her gently on the mouth. “You are such an adorable little thing, do you know that?”

Aki felt like she would have burst out into song if she’d had the energy left for it. Here she lay, safe in her lover’s arms, with the knowledge that she’d done everything right and made him happy. Divine had given her the world, and now she had started to pay it back. Her pregnancy had been unplanned, and had taken its toll on her both physically and emotionally. Despite this, she thought, her suffering had been worth it.

She looked back down at the baby. While he was still small and wrinkly and almost alien-looking, her joy was compounded when he opened his eyes and she saw that they were just like Divine’s. (Wasn’t there a song somewhere that had a line to that effect? Or was she completely delirious and imagining it?)

Dr. Ichikawa, who was pressing a cloth against her forehead with one hand and holding a stethoscope on the baby’s chest with the other, said, “Well done, Aki. He’s breathing beautifully and moving all his limbs. It’s time to cut the cord.”

“…Right,” Divine answered. Aki felt a twinge of disappointment as he set her back down on the pillows and got off the bed. “The people outside will be waiting for news.”

Once the cord had been clamped and cut (Divine did this himself), and the baby weighed, measured, and swaddled, the proud father took the child in his arms and left the room to show him off. Aki heard him announce, “A healthy boy!” as well as the wild cheering that followed.

They’d cared about what would happen to her. They loved her.

She continued to listen. Divine said, evidently in response to a query, “No, there’s no reason for alarm. We had a power surge, that’s all. Maintenance is looking into it already. Everything went quickly and smoothly otherwise.”

However, “everything” wasn’t done happening quite yet for Aki. While everyone else was celebrating out there, she had to deal with the afterbirth coming out (ouch), and using a bedpan. (Double ouch.) The doctor told her that she’d been fortunate to not sustain any tearing that required stitches. Really? Could’ve fooled her with how much it smarted.

She saw Dr. Ichikawa staring at her as she helped her back into bed, and snapped, “What?”

“I’d heard of you. I never thought you’d be so…” She reconsidered. “No, forget I said that. I know it must feel to you like no one in the city is on your side, but…as soon as you can, leave and get help. Please. Go to the hospital, or Security. There are people there who will be happy to assist you.”

“I’m not leaving!” Aki said instantly. She’d wanted to keep her voice calm and cold, as befitted the Black Rose Witch; instead, it came out hoarse and almost hysterical. “Why would I ever want to do that?! This is my home, and I love it, and I love Divine. You’re judging him when you haven’t properly met him. Maybe you shouldn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong!”

The noise outside dropped briefly–she wondered if they’d heard her–but everyone picked up where they’d left off within seconds.

“Just think about it?” Dr. Ichikawa urged.

“Okay,” Aki mumbled, albeit only to get her to shut up.

Despite her ringing defense of Divine, he was gone for what seemed like a very long time, and the euphoria started to wear off. She was exhausted, bleeding heavily, sore all over her body, and felt irritated that he wasn’t here with her. This creature hadn’t been out of her body for half an hour yet, and she was already starting to resent it.

She was immediately ashamed of herself. That was such a horrible thing to think! Divine was probably making sure that everyone could get a good look. All she’d have to do was be patient, and he’d be back.

And he was, but his attention was still focused on the baby. He had the doctor take pictures of the two of them, and then he handed the bundle back to Aki and pointed his smartphone at her, telling her to smile. She tried her best.

“His name will be Adam,” he told her a short while later, as Aki was attempting a first feeding. “Fitting, wouldn’t you agree?”

She was ashamed to admit that she didn’t entirely know what he was talking about. Some sort of Christian thing, right? However, she smiled and nodded anyway. Adam finally latched on, and even that hurt a bit.

After dismissing Dr. Ichikawa from the room, Divine put one hand on her shoulder and the other on the head of the bed and watched intently. Aki saw his throat working before he spoke. “I’m granting you increased privileges. From now on, you’ll be attending board meetings with me. You’ll have your own smartphone. You may give orders to virtually anyone in the building, and I will ensure that they treat you with the respect that’s due. I’ll also be moving you into my rooms. We will be together every night now…as long as I don’t have to work late or go on a business trip. And I’m inclined to take you along with me on my next one of those as well. Paris, just in time for Christmas...our anniversary. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

It did. She loved listening to his stories about Europe. He’d made it sound almost like a fantasy fairyland, and she’d always thought about what it’d be like to see it for herself. Nevertheless, the thought of them being able to eat dinner together every night instead of her having to endure the crowded dining hall, of Divine being an arm’s reach away whenever she had nightmares, of them cuddling and “doing it” whenever they wanted…that had been her greatest wish of all, now granted. Her heart swelled with love. Double shame on her for ever being mad at him.

“Hold on a minute,” he said. “I’m going to get you something.” He disappeared into the infirmary bathroom and returned in a moment with a tall glass of water.

“I need you to drink all of this, okay? You had a big workout and we don’t want you getting dehydrated.”

She took it from him. When the cool liquid touched her lips, she realized how thirsty she’d been. Her throat was raw from the screaming, too, and the water felt like heaven against it. She easily drained the glass as instructed.

“There,” Divine said, looking pleased as he took the empty glass back. “We’ll have to see about getting you something to eat, too, when you feel up to it. Something with a lot of protein. Chicken soup, perhaps. And maybe some dessert for a job well done, hm?”

Aki nodded again, relieved that the possibility of developing gestational diabetes (of which he had constantly reminded her) was no longer hanging over her head. Wait…why was she tired all of a sudden? She could barely keep her eyes open.

“I have to go to sleep,” she informed Divine.

He nodded. “Of course. It’s to be expected. Get some rest.”

The last thing she was aware of was Divine taking Adam from her and whispering, “Good night, Sisi.”

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When she woke up, she was in a fresh bed and wearing clean pajamas. Seria was sitting at the bedside.��

“Good morning!” she chirped, as if half-scabbed over wounds from Aki’s thorns weren’t littering her face. “Or I think it might be getting on afternoon now.”

Aki groaned. Somehow, she hurt more now than immediately after the birth, and the huge pad she had to wear was itching like crazy. She’d scared Seria, hadn’t she? The older woman hadn’t been in the room for the delivery. Does she think I’m a monster now, too?

Seria was going on about how her soup was waiting for her in the kitchen and she’d send someone to get it. Aki wasn’t paying much attention. As her vision cleared, she saw that there wasn’t anyone other than the two of them in the room. No Dr. Ichikawa. No Divine. And no Adam.

“Where’s my baby?!” she cried, flailing under the covers as she attempted to sit up.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry,” Seria said. “He’s doing great. He’s with his caretakers now; they’re getting him set up in his own room…”

She was trying to sound nonchalant. Aki saw right through it. “I want my baby!”

Yes, she knew she sounded a bit like a child herself, but…she was Adam’s mother! He must be starving by now; she’d have to feed him again soon…

And, just like that, Seria’s thin veneer of pleasantry cracked. She rolled her eyes and punched in a number on her cell phone. “Hiroshi? Yeah, it’s me. We’re having a scene in the infirmary. Could you…?” She paused. “Yes, I know he won’t be happy. Just get him down here.”

This only served to make Aki angrier. Those two always talked about her like she wasn’t in the room. But if Divine was coming back here, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad. He would sort this out, right?

Ten minutes later, he did appear at the door, carrying the covered tray of food himself…and without Adam. His hair, normally perfectly styled, was rumpled, as if he too had just woken up.

“Room service,” he announced with a wry little smile, proffering the tray. When she made no move to take it, though, he started to look annoyed like Seria had.

“Yes? What’s the problem?”

“They took Adam away,” she told him, trying to keep her voice level and mature-sounding this time. “I need to take care of him.”

Divine ordered Seria to leave. Once she was out of the room, he set the tray down on the table and grabbed Aki’s hand.

“There seems to have been a misunderstanding. Oh, Aki, did you honestly think I was going to put that responsibility on your shoulders? Caring for a baby is hard work and a full-time job. If you did that, you’d be changing diapers and breastfeeding around the clock, you’d get barely any sleep, and you wouldn’t be able to go to Daimon Area whenever you wanted. Let me worry about that too, okay? You should concentrate on healing and resuming your normal life…like this never happened.”

It made sense, the same as always. So why did she still feel this sad? A tear rolled down her cheek before she could stop it.

“Now, no more of this,” Divine said as he wiped the tear off with one finger. “It’s only hormones; we’ve discussed this many times before. Everything is fine. There are millions of new mothers in this world who would give anything to be in your position. We’ll set up a visit later, and Seria will show you how to use a pump if you want to help with feeding. But first, you need to eat. And then you have some fanmail to open.”

“…Fanmail?” She was lost.

“Indeed. The children got the day off from school and were provided with supplies to make cards for you if they wished. Most of them chose to do so; they found the report of your courage to be inspiring. Surely, they are hoping that you will look at their efforts as soon as possible.”

Aki got the hint and obediently took the tray. When she lifted the lid, a cloud of steam from the soup hit her face. The tray also contained a small wedge of sachertorte, as promised.

He stayed in the room and watched until she’d eaten most of the bowl of soup. It smelled wonderful and had been prepared the way she liked it–with turmeric and fresh ginger–but she scarcely noticed.

Had hormones truly made this knot in her stomach and hole in her heart?

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How rude of him to keep their guest waiting like that. His entire day had been filled with getting the baby’s care set up, making repeated trips to the infirmary to deal with Aki’s whining, and trying to cram in the dreaded paperwork edgewise. He’d been so busy that he’d forgotten all about Dr. Ichikawa until it was night again. This needed to be remedied immediately.

Divine reminded himself to smile as he opened the door to the holding chamber, where the doctor was sitting on the bed. He noted with some amusement that someone had cleaned and dressed the doctor’s scalp laceration.

“Hello, Ichikawa-sensei,” he said. “I have some good news for you: you get to go home now. Please follow us down to the garage. A car will be waiting there.”

Dr. Ichikawa smiled back, relieved. “Thank you.”

They took the elevator down as he’d said; little did the doctor know that they were not going to the garage. Instead, their destination was a tiny windowless room, empty except for one chair.

The doctor caught on right away, before the guards grabbed her arms. “Wha…no, please! No! I won’t tell anyone anything! I promise!”

Oh, now she lost her composure? She should have known that her fate had been sealed after her attempts to get Aki to run away, which Divine had half-heard from the hallway. Not that he had ever planned to let her live before that. No matter what she might say to the contrary, he was aware that doctors were required by law to report that sort of thing.

Kidnapping her had been a waste, he thought, since there had been no need for surgery after all.

As entertaining as it was to hear people plead for their lives, though, it did get tiring after the first few seconds. Divine gestured to the guards, who had this down to a science by now. They dragged the sobbing woman into the room, forced her to sit on the chair, and bound her hands. She’d already given up the fight, as if some part of her had known all along that this was how it was going to end.

The door slammed shut behind them with a hiss of pneumatics. One of the guards brought out his gun and pressed it to the doctor’s head. Divine held out a finger.

“One moment, please.”

Squatting down to Dr. Ichikawa’s eye level, he told her, “Thank you for your service.” Then, to the guard with the gun, “You may fire when ready.”

He chose not to rise back to a standing position yet. After all, his was the part he always liked the most: seeing first the hope and then the life drain out of his victim’s eyes.

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Her newly raised status as the mother of Divine’s child meant that she was expected to attend strategy meetings. This had sounded super-exciting and like a huge treat when he had first mentioned it to her. However, the harsh reality was that they were often tedious to get through. They’d sit at this table–she was always on Divine’s left and Hiroshi was always on his right–and everyone else would talk about boring financial stuff while she put all her effort into staying awake. And it didn’t seem to her like they particularly wanted her to pay attention, either. Sometimes someone would ask her a question, but these were always easy for her to answer…stuff like how her training was going or how many people turned out to watch her in Daimon Area. Otherwise, she was not to speak unless spoken to.

Today’s session, though, had proven more interesting than usual. They were talking about how to attract more children to the Movement as they moved ever closer to going public. Everyone else in the room were grown-ups–aside from her, the youngest was Hiroshi and he’d recently turned twenty-six–so she thought she had a better idea of what kids liked than they did. Nevertheless, no one asked her opinion, to her immense disappointment.

She managed to hold in her words until everyone had said goodbye to everyone else about fifty times and Divine was on his way back to his office. He’d been so busy looking at his phone that he hadn’t noticed Aki was following him until they got on the elevator.

“Yes?” he asked, a little sharply. Maybe he didn’t like these meetings either. Or at least Aki hoped that this was the case and that he wasn’t annoyed at her.

“I thought of some stuff during the meeting,” she said. Her ideas came tumbling out. She launched into a breathless list of concepts, about cartoons and fashion and stuffed animals, continuing to talk all the way up to the top floor and then as she followed him down the hall to his office. It was only when they arrived at the heavy wooden double doors that Divine turned around and signaled for her to stop talking.

“That’s enough. I have a headache and I need quiet,” he snapped. Aki’s spirits took a prompt nosedive.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, trying to keep as quiet as she could and still be audible. “It was a stupid idea.” She now saw what had appeared brilliant in her head as hopelessly juvenile.

Her eyes stung, and the irritated frown on Divine’s face softened a bit.

“Thank you for trying to help,” he said. “But you remember what I said about thinking, right?”

Aki scuffed her foot on the floor as she answered, “To let you do it for me.”

“Exactly.” He rewarded her with a pat on her head. “Now go be a good girl and get some aspirin from Seria. On second thought…make it Ibuprofen.”

And that was going to be the last she saw of him for today, wasn’t it? They shared a bedroom, but Aki still had to pass her nights alone more often than not…

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Divine liked to joke that Aki could sleep through a tornado. Nevertheless, the combination of red light, high-pitched whining sound, and stinging sensation on her forearm was enough to awaken even her. She was somewhat surprised to see her partner had joined her in bed tonight; he’d still been working when she’d turned the lights out, so he must have slipped in later. As usual, he had fallen asleep mostly dressed.

He stirred and made a sleepy noise of inquiry. She ignored him. As if pulled by a magnet, she got out of bed and headed for their room’s balcony.

Since that weird vision, or acid trip, or whatever that had been two weeks ago, she’d been thinking. If it was to be believed, then she was one of the chosen few who could stop some unspecified cataclysmic event from happening. That mark had never meant anything good to her previously. In fact, at one point when she’d been around twelve, she’d gotten so frustrated with it that she’d tried to cut that patch of skin off her arm. That had caused her to bleed everywhere and had sent her to the ER; it had not, however, gotten rid of it. But what if there was a reason it was that persistent other than torturing her?

Yusei, the subject of many a disconcerting dream for her over the past two weeks, was in danger. She knew this as surely as if she were seeing it with her own eyes, although she wasn’t certain how. And she did see something off in the distance. It was some sort of image, up in the sky over where Satellite would be. Her viewing angle was not optimal, although she thought she saw what looked like a head at one end and a stylized foot at the other. Was that supposed to be a person…?

She heard footsteps, felt warmth behind her and the familiar hands on her shoulders. “Aki. What is it?”

Any other night, she would have leapt at the chance for his undivided attention. Now, though, she had the strange thought that she would rather be left alone.

“There’s a big man in the sky,” she informed him in a deadpan, pointing. She could practically hear one of Divine’s patented eyebrow raises.

“A big man in the…oh. Yes, I see it. Well, that’s nothing that you need concern yourself over.” He lowered his voice, whispering in her ear. “How about we go back to bed?”

At any other time, that would have been exactly what she wanted to hear. She knew that he wasn’t talking about sleeping. Whatever lingering doubts she may have had about his intentions were vanquished when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her body flush against his.

“I’m not concerned,” she retorted automatically. To prove it, she whirled around, gave him her sweetest smile, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Aki allowed him to take her hand and lead her back into the room. They were going to have sex, and she was sure that it would be pleasurable for them both like always. This was their first time “doing it” since she’d jumped him at the Fortune Cup. She should have been ecstatic about this. However, try as she might, she couldn’t summon strong emotions either way. It wasn’t like it was a bad thing…more like it was simply another job she had to do.

They both attempted to ignore her still-active mark. She gave him a seductive pout and beckoned him closer with a finger. With a little smirk, he did exactly that. One of his hands came to rest on the small of her back, the other hand giving her hip an affectionate squeeze. Despite her inner conflict, she could feel that tickle begin to grow way down in her belly at his touch. Looking into his eyes, she managed to undo the button on his pants from feel alone, was fumbling around for the zipper…

And then his phone rang.

The mood was killed instantly. Divine muttered, “I have to answer that,” and walked over to where the phone was charging on the nightstand.

“Yes?” he said after accepting the call. “No, no, quite all right, I was already awake. Is it…” He paused for several seconds to give the person on the other end of the line a chance to talk. “I see. I’ll be down as soon as I can.”

He hung up the phone, unplugged it, and told Aki, “I need to go to the nursery for a while. He’s having a bad night.”

It was as she’d thought. Usually she got annoyed, even angry, when he interrupted their Quality Time together. Tonight, she absentmindedly waved Divine on.

She knew that he would probably intend to pick up where they’d left off once he got back…and she would not refuse him. All she wanted for the moment, though, was to return to the balcony, and wonder what she was feeling and why Fudo Yusei had had to make her life so confusing…

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