#he’s all snuggly looking with that coat and the warm glow from the fire

[biceraswitch]

Lock and Key - Part 2

Summary: Bucky was a brat all day whilst you were at work. Now you are home and ready to give him the punishment he deserves.

Pairings: sub!Bucky x dom!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, dom!reader, sub!Bucky, use of mommy, spanking, crying, fluff

Words: 2.5k

Part 1

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Arriving home you dropped your bag by the door and stalked down the hallway. You knew where you would find Bucky and turning into your bedroom you saw you were right. 

“How many times?”

Bucky’s head shot up from where he lay flat on the bed. He was still feeling the afterglow of his last orgasm and hadn’t heard you come home. He stared at you, mouth open at you stood at the end of the bed. His eyes flicked down to look at himself, his lower stomach covered in drops of cum, the dildo discarded on the bed between his spread legs and he let out a soft groan.

“Come on baby boy, I asked you a question. How many times?” You snapped your fingers to bring his attention back to you. 

“S..s..Seven times” He stuttered out as you just raised your eyebrows at him. “....I’m sorry mommy, I just really really missed you” he pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes. 

“You’re not sorry at all, you’ve been a little brat all day and you know it.” You started stripping off your jacket and unbuttoning your blouse. “Were you wanting mommy to come home and take care of you? Wanted me to spank that cute little ass of yours and make you cry hmm?” 

Bucky let out a whimper, nodding his head. His cock twitched and started to harden. “Please mommy…”

“Look at that, my greedy baby wants more already” You sat on the end of the bed. “Get to it then” you snipped pointing at the dildo on the bed. 

Bucky sat up and started reaching for you “No mommy, please, I want you” 

“Aww, you’re such a dumb little baby” you teased, grabbing his chin, “you think you get a say in this? After the way you’ve acted all day?” You let go of his chin and slapped him softly.  “You better do what mommy says, and fuck that little hole of yours till you come again” 

He laid back down, legs bent and spread. His metal arm grabbed the dildo and he paused, glancing at you with pleading eyes. Sensing that you weren’t going to give in that easily he pushed the toy against his tight ring of muscle. A low groan rumbled in his chest as it slipped in easily and he started slowly thrusting it in and out. You watched him for a few moments before rising from the bed and turning towards the wardrobe. “Keep going baby boy, I’m just gonna grab a few things” you ordered. 

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Opening the toy chest in your wardrobe you started grabbing rope and other items you wanted for Bucky’s punishment. Feeling satisfied with your selection you moved back to the bed and started laying them out. Bucky turned his head to watch as you laid out the rope, paddle, cane, buttplug, and finally a small black bag. “What’s in the bag mommy?” Bucky asked breathily. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and he was letting out little whimpers. 

“Hmmm, you’ll find out later baby. Now come on, you can do better than that, I told you to make yourself come” you picked up the cane and gave him a warning tap on his leg. “But mommy, I’m tired” he whined.

“Too bad baby, don’t start something you can’t finish” 

He picked up the pace with his thrusts, his hole greedily swallowing the toy. His cock was leaking drops of precum, the head glowing a deep red. Teeth gritted, he gave a last few hard pumps and his cock started twitching out small spurts of cum. His head flopped back against the bed, chest heaving as he sucked in ragged breaths. 

“Well done baby boy, looks like you're almost all spent there. Poor little cock didn’t have much left to give” you teased, swiping your fingers though the small amount of cum coating his stomach and bringing it to his lips. Bucky sucked gently on your fingers and nodded. You removed your fingers from his mouth with a gentle pop. 

Moving to the bathroom you grabbed a washcloth before returning to the room and cleaning up Bucky and his quickly softening cock. He hummed gently as you cleaned all traces of cum and sweat from his body. 

“Looks like you finally wore yourself out” you observed, wrapping a hand around his flaccid cock giving a few experimental strokes.  Bucky whined in response “Please… I don’t think I can come again”

“Don’t worry my baby boy, you won’t be coming again for a while” you smirked. 

“What?” his head shot up to look at you.

“You heard me, I think after the way you acted today you need to learn a little restraint”

You reached over the bed and grabbed the black bag you placed there earlier, Bucky's eyes following your every movement. A soft gasp escaped as his eyes widened at the sight of what you drew out. 

“Do you know what this is baby boy?” you asked, holding up the item.

He could only nod in response to your question, his eyes still focused on the shiny black cock cage dangling from your fingers. 

“So you know exactly what this means then. Your cock is going to be all mine. I get to decide how you can use it, when you get to feel anything around it, when, or if, you get to come…”

As you talked Bucky’s breathing sped up, his face flushing with the thought of you being in complete control of his pleasure. You had talked about the idea of this before but he had no idea you had actually purchased a cage. 

“Now let’s get this on, and then we can finish up the rest of your punishment”

You reached out and wrapped a hand gently around his balls, slipping each one through the ring portion of the cage. Bucky lay still and watched you closely, chewing on his swollen bottom lip. Once you had the ring settled behind his balls you grabbed the cage and easily slipped it over his still soft cock before clicking the two sections together. “Oh! One last thing” you remembered as you pulled out a small plastic padlock from the bag. “This here is a little padlock to make sure that you don’t get any ideas while I’m out. Of course you could break it easily” You explained to Bucky, It was important that he could remove the cage if he ever really needed to. “But it has a special code on it, so you can’t just break this one to have some fun and try to trick me by just adding another.” 

You stood back and admired Bucky. He looked so perfectly submissive laying exposed in front of you, his cock partially hidden away behind the black plastic. He was staring down at it, chewing his lip. He had expected a punishment for the way he behaved but didn’t think it would end up like this. He was hoping for a nice hard spanking, something that would mean he couldn’t sit comfortably for the next few days. Then being made to eat you out until you were satisfied and his face and torso were drenched. But, he hadn’t ever been this bad before and now he was facing the consequences. 

“Get up and bend over the bed” you commanded. After a moment of hesitation Bucky complied. He moved gingerly, very aware of the new sensation between his legs. He bent over, laying his torso flat on the bed, ass sticking up high. “Arms behind your back” Bucky grabbed each elbow in the opposite hand. You took the length of rope and wrapped it snuggly around his arms. Walking around the bed you grabbed the buttplug.

“Do I even need to bother lubing this up?” you wondered out loud “that hole of yours looks like it is still dripping and you have warmed it up all day for me” You pressed the tip of the plug against his hole and started to push it in and out a tiny amount. Bucky groaned and pushed back a little “please mommy” he moaned out

“Please what baby? What are you wanting?” you continued to tease the plug, pulsing it slowly.

“Pl….please... I wanna be all full” 

At that you applied steady pressure to the plug, watching as his hole opened to accept the invasion with ease, only stopping when the flared base sat flush between his cheeks. Bucky grunted as you pushed it in. You gave the base a few taps and trailed a finger down over his balls. Bucky then gasped before starting to let out some high pitched whimpers, wiggling his hips back and forth. Looking down you noticed the source of his discomfort. His cock was started to harden again. Or at least it was trying to, but the confines of the cage would only let him grow a little before the pressure would become uncomfortable. 

“Hmmm getting hard there baby? Things are gonna get a bit more uncomfortable then I think” you observed as you picked up the paddle. “Now how many do you think are fair huh?” 

“Uh..uh um...I..”  Bucky stuttered, not able to answer a full sentence

“Oh my dumb little baby can’t even think right now. That’s ok, how about we just start then and we can stop when I think you have had enough?”

“Uh...no..mommy..please”

“It’s ok, I know it’s hard for your little brain right now so you can just lay ther and take what mommy gives you” 

You stood back and bought the paddle down sharply against his left cheek. He let out a tiny gasp and jerked forward a little. Starting up a steady pace, you alternated strikes between left and right. You weren’t putting much force behind them yet, just warming up the skin so it glowed a light pink. Bucky knew that his punishment had barely started and his cock was already throbbing and straining against the cage. He tried to focus on his breathing, trying to will his cock to soften to get some relief but as you started putting more force into your spanks, he felt like his whole body was on fire with need. Tears started to collect in the corners of his eyes.

You paused and rubbed a hand over his skin that was now turning a brighter shade of red. “You're doing so well, taking your punishment like such a good boy” you praised. 

“Thank you mommy” Bucky choked out as a couple of tears escaped. You put down the paddle and picked up the cane. 

“You wanted mommy's attention didn’t you? That’s why my baby acted up today” you asked as you brought the first strike of the cane down over both cheeks. Over the already sensitive skin, it stung like crazy and Bucky let out a sob, more tears tracking down over his flushed face. 

“You said you wanted me to come home and spank you and make you cry.” ‘crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’,  three more strikes rained down in quick succession. 

“Well you have all of my attention now baby. Is this what you wanted?” 

“Answer. Me. Is. It.?” you punctuated each word with the cane.  

Bucky turned his face to look back at you. The bed below him was soaked with tears and his lips were swollen from where he had been biting them. Raised red lines crisscrossed his ass and thighs. He looked absolutely wrecked and devastatingly gorgeous. 

“Yes mommy, wanted you, come home, spank me, ‘m sorry mommy, missed you” he choked out between sobs. You reached over and wiped away the fresh tears from his cheek, softly caressing his face. 

“I know baby, but you know that you can just ask mommy for what you want, you don’t need to act like a brat. Now just two more and then we can get you all cleaned up ok?”

Standing back up, you paused, watching Bucky squirm in anticipation. ‘crack’ you bought the cane down harshly and Bucky jerked forward with the force. “Last one” you warned as you repeated the action. 

Dropping the cane you started rubbing gentle circles over his skin, soothing the sensitive skin now featuring two very prominent welts on top of the previous lines. “It’s all over now baby–you did so well–my good boy–taking your punishment like that–mommy loves you so much” you spoke softly as you eased the plug from his abused hole, untied him and caressed his skin. As you talked his breathing calmed and his tears dried up. You placed tiny kisses over his forehead and he smiled, leaning into your touch. “Thank you mommy” he mumbled softly. 

“It’s ok baby. Now come on, let’s go get in the shower and get you nice and clean, then we can cuddle up in bed and watch a movie, how does that sound?” you helped him to stand up on slightly wobbly feet and began to lead the way into the bathroom. 

“Wait! you forgot about my cage” Bucky was standing still at the end of the bed, pulling lightly on the plastic trapping his still semi-hard member, wincing slightly as it didn’t budge. 

You turned and gave him a smirk “Aww my sweet boy. I didn’t forget at all. Remember what I said before? I think you need to learn a bit of restraint. How many times did you come today?” 

He was silent, eyes staring at the floor as he mumbled “E-eight times mommy” 

“That’s right, so I think it is only fair that you wear this for the next eight days then.”

At that his head shot up and he stared at you with wide eyes. The thought of you being in complete control of him made his heart race. He nodded his head and a small whimper escaped his lips.

“Oh you like the idea of that baby? Like the idea of mommy being in control of your cute cock?” he nodded again, cheeks flushing pink. You gestured for him to follow you to the bathroom and watched as he took a few awkward steps, clearly getting used to the new feeling of walking with the cage. You let out a small giggle “Good boy”.

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Bucky hummed contentedly as you ran your fingers through his hair. He snuggled in closer to you, enjoying the warmth of your body and the soft blankets wrapped around him. 

“That’s my sweet boy. You feeling ok after today? Not too uncomfortable?” 

“No ‘m feeling great. It just feels a bit different having something round my junk all the time” he admitted with a small chuckle. You giggled and turned his head towards you, kissing him deeply. He kissed back, tongue dancing from between his lips before he pulled away with a grunt. 

“What’s wr–”

“Fuckin–ugh–that’s a bit more uncomfortable” he grumbled as you realized what was wrong. 

“Did my baby boy get a bit excited?” you teased, pulling the blankets up to look down at his swelling cock straining against the cage.

“It’s all your fault, you kissed me!” he complained.

You raised an eyebrow at him “Uh uh baby, you know exactly what you did to end up in this situation”

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#bucky x reader #sub!bucky x dom!reader #bucky #sub!bucky #bucky barns fanfiction #dom!reader #bucky fanfic #avengers

[the-fiction-witch]

Comfy

REAL LIFE

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING FLIRTY

I smiled listening to my song in my headphones as I traveled down the London underground escalator arriving at the platform standing around waiting for the train I spotted someone out the corner of my eye some guy in a suit talking on the phone he stood looking at the platform before he noticed me and leaned back a little trying to look at my arse, I ignored it and bored the train as soon as it stopped, there where no seats so I grabbed onto the railing I'm not going far anyway, I looked out the window to the darkness rushing past as well as the little station's some we stopped and some we didn't I spotted a man in a long hoodie and baggy pants he saw me and made a kissy face at me I sighed getting off as the train stopped I walked up the stairs and various elevators till I reached the street, I walked for a little while until I reached the house I had been looking for, I smiled seeing the car on the brick driveway under a car cover where he was still working on it, his bwm motorcycle parked beside it chained to the floor and the house rather impressively a serious trial for any would be theif, the blue garage door closed and locked up tight protecting the bikes he doesn't ride so often. The house a tall London house snug between the other houses the windows dark as the blinds where drawn all but the one beside the door with a sweet orange glow emminated from it and Skyler his cat sat on the window sill, I walked up the drive enjoying the sound of my heels on his pathway I smiled and did a little wave to Skyler and she jumped away so I went up to the red wooden door knocking on the door just beside the frosted glass, I turned off my headphones and took them out my ears stuffing them in my pocket as the door opened.

Revealing Thomas stood his hair the messy mop of blonde and brown hair it usually was

Especially as it needed trimming soon, it was slightly still wet at the bottom where he hadn't completly dryed it, he had a dark blue or possibly black shirt on I wasn't sure which hard to tell in this light it was clearly a button down, he also had a red jumper that the collar of the shirt came over and his sleaves rolled to his elbows the cuffs tucked over the sleaves of the jumper, a black and red watch on his wrist, his black skinny jeans tight to his lanky legs, and a pair of red converses, his brown eyes widened as he saw me, his cheeks lightly turning pink with blush, his lips curved into a sweet smile

"Hey, your uhh your early" he smiled messing with his hair a little

"Are you not ready for me?" I asked

"No, no I was just sat waiting for you actually" he laughed making me laugh a little too "sorry, come in" he blushed realizing we had just been stood at his front door for a while he moved aside holding the door open for me I smiled and stepped inside he shut the door behind me as I went into a small white entrance way with a bunch keys on hooks, a few his motorcycle Helmet and other gear, and various shoes on the light wood floor, I could see into the living room, the TV tucked up into the corner with all the various things underneath, a shelf behind it with some odd and ends, the fireplace beside it, it long ago ripped out and replaced with an electronic one, a golden mirror above the fire, the sofa and coffee table sat across from the TV next to the French window out to the garden and his tinckering shed, the stairs on the right wall with a bunch of jackets and shirts on the banister and a dart board on the small turning a poster framed at the top of the stairs, the kitchen opening just beside the stairs so the TV was against the outer kitchen wall, the kitchen black and chrome and very modern, I took all of it in as if never been to thomas' before, the light was on very low in the living room a couple small lights on in the kitchen and a light on upstairs as well as the electronic fire going nicely giving the place a sweet warm inviting glow.

"Uhh here I'll help with your coat" he says helping me slip it off "whoa... You uhh you look really beautiful tonight y/n" he smiled

"Thank you" I smiled holding my coat "where should I put it?" I asked

"Oohh uhh... Give me a sec" he says before he went grabbing all the jackets and shirts hung on the banister and throwing them in his kitchen "there you are my lady" he says tapping the banister I laughed and hung my coat there as he went to the kitchen for something or other he didn't say

"So... What are we up to tonight?" I asked having a look around the room at the beautiful photos of places mostly things he had taken when he was on work trips,

"Ooh uhh... I hadn't really thought about it" he says as he got back "any idea what you wanna do Tonight? We can go get a drink? We can go out for dinner if you want?" He suggested putting his hands in his pockets but almost instantly stopping himself from doing it

"I decided last date night, it's your turn" I laughed playfully elbowing him

"How about we stay here and play some games?" He suggested

"Perfect" I smiled holding his hand he blushed a little

"Right, you pick what to play? I'll go uhh make us some popcorn" he says rushing off to the kitchen again so I went over to the sofa putting my bag down turning the TV on and starting to set stuff up

"I wish you'd told me we'd just be sitting at yours playing video games, I wouldn't have got so dressed up" I laughed

"Aww you look lovely y/n,"

"Thank you Thomas, still if I'd known I would have been comfy" I said as he came leaning on the wall

"Your not comfy?"

"Not really" I shrug

"Well if you want... You can get comfy it's okay" he shrugs "ohh beer? Whiskey? Vodka? Or Water?" He asked

"Uhh beer please" I smiled "your sure? Not sure we're really at the point of dressing comfy around each other?" I laughed

"Who says we're not?'

"We've been seeing each other like six months?"

"Yeah, all of my exgirlfriends had seen my dick by this point... Actually I've had relationships start go all the way and end in less than that time frame, your the first girlfriend I've had where it's taking stuff kinda slow" he explained and I couldn't help but blush

"You've not called me that before" I giggled as I got the games console sorted and I saw his face turn white "it's okay Thomas, I think of you as my boyfriend too" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss making him turn bright red plus my red lipstick left a mark "ooh sorry" I smiled carefully getting it off for him

"Thanks y/n, If you want make yourself properly comfy while I sort everything out" he says giving my cheek a kiss and going back to the kitchen

"Where's your bathroom?" I asked

"Oh upstairs to the left" he says so I went sitting in the staircase slipping off my heels and walking upstairs with my handbag I stepped into the nice clean bathroom wide mirror in the wall and the bath infact still had a few bubbles in I saw myself in the mirror and smiled taking a make up wipe from my bag getting rid of everything but my lipstick, and mascara I got a hair tie putting my hair into a loose bun I felt a little sneaky so I tip toed silently across the hall to the closed door I peaked in and it wasn't anything interesting full of odd bits and bobs mostly guitars and a deconstructed drum kit in the corner so I closed the door again sneaking across to the other room, the blind open looking out to his garden, one wall taken up completely by a huge built in wardrobe, the bed snuggly on the back wall and made perfectly with some bits and bobs on one bedside table, Skyler sat on the bed fast asleep a hamper of laundry by the door and a radiator under the window I gently sat on the bed it was soft and cosy looking in the mirror section o the wardrobe doors I peeled my tights off my body as well as my tight dress leaving me in simply my sexy black lace lingerie I wandered around being a little nosy not finding much of interest well except the bottle of lube and box of tissues on one of the nightstands in fact a couple used ones on the table too it was obvious they where fairly new no older then a few hours

"Ohh Thomas... What have you been up to?" I giggled to myself

"You okay y/n?" He yelled clearly at the bottom of the stairs

"Yeah!" I yelled back I smiled going back to the mirror and sliding open one of the doors revealing a brunch of folded shirts and such I smiled grabbing one of them it said Castrol oil on it so I slipped it on and went downstairs.

"Hi" I smiled

"Uuuuhhh hi" he blushed as he sat on the sofa with his beer

"Is this okay?" I asked

"Yeah, you look amazing" he said as I sat with him "so... Your cosy now?" He asked and I nodded "could uhh Could I get cosy to?"

"Of course Thomas" I smiled

"Give me a sec honey" he says giving my head a kiss and he heads upstairs I smiled sitting having some popcorn till he came back down the stairs in a pair of grey Nike sweatpants that where so loose you could see almost ever inch of him a blue triumph t shirt hung loose on him and he sat with me "hi" he smiled

"Hi" I smiled as we had a little cuddle playing the video games

"Uhhh y/n? Could I get extra comfy?' he asks

"How would you get more comfy?" I asked

"Just give me a sec" he says going out to the kitchen a moment and when he came back he seemed much happier as he sat with me "umm that's better"

"What did you do?" I asked a little confused he blushed a little and pulled the waist band of his sweatpants down a little revealing he had removed his underwear it was fairly obvious actually as he sat the way the sweatpants sat I could pretty much see the outline of his cock I giggled and moved a little

"What are you doing?' he asked as I slipped off my bra throwing it on the floor cuddling up with him and stealing a sip of his beer "umm I love you"

"Love you too" I smiled giving his lips a sweet kiss.

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[codynaomiswireart]

“Everyone Has Their Autumn”

A quick ficlet for the Tangledtober Day 18 prompt - “Dream”

Hope you enjoy it!

[Quick author’s note: Some parts of this piece have statements written in italics between parentheses, and these are meant to indicate moments of Varian nearly questioning his subconscious as he’s dreaming, though he doesn’t fully realize that he is indeed dreaming. I know when I dream, things and places will sometimes just change around me for no discernible reason, but when dreaming I often times don’t really question it until either something happens that just really makes me stop and go, “Ok, what the heck?” or when I wake up and think back like, “Oh wait, wow, that was actually weird.” So yeah, I kinda wanted to depict that happening with Varian where things and places around him will just shift as they do in dreams, and that Varian makes a dim note of it being not normal, though his subconscious doesn’t allow him to fully realize it as unusual, so the dream goes on. Hopefully this isn’t too confusing for any readers. I just thought it would help to add a bit of “realism” to a dream sequence, if you will.  xP]

“...How the gentle wind Beckons through the leaves As autumn colors fall

Dancing in a swirl of golden memories The loveliest lies of all...”

~ Into the Unknown, “Over the Garden Wall”

Varian couldn’t have been happier.  Everything was perfect.

The autumn air was cool and fresh from where Varian sat atop the high hill overlooking Old Corona, and Ruddiger’s large presence at his back helped keep him warm and comfortable as he leaned back, utterly relaxed.  Right above them gold, red and amber leaves fluttered down lazily in the growing twilight, with some of them alighting gently atop of Ruddiger’s head, muzzle, and broad shoulders as the sleepy beast lay dozing on the grass.  Varian smiled, brushing some of the leaves gently off Ruddiger’s coat with one hand, and giving Ruddiger a few fond scratches behind the ears as he did so.  Varian could feel the purr rumble through Ruddiger’s chest and throat in response, and the giant raccoon drowsily nudged him back in return.

It all made Varian feel so safe, and so at peace as he turned back to look down at the crowd of villagers gathered around a roaring bonfire in the center of Old Corona’s greenspace.  These were the days of Old Corona’s annual Harvest Festival, and almost everyone from around the rest of the kingdom came to join in the celebration (for of course Old Corona was the kingdom’s largest supplier of crops and livestock, so it was only natural that they would be the ones to host such an event every year).  From where he was, Varian could hear faintly the sounds of the pipes, castanets, drums, and stringed instruments that played for the many dancers that skipped, hopped, and twirled in wide rings around said fire.  Among them were Princess Rapunzel herself, Eugene, Lance, and of course all the pub thugs from the Snuggly Duckling.  Varian could also see Cassandra sitting off to the side by herself on a haybale, though by the way she tapped her foot and swayed a little in time to the music as she sipped on a glass of apple cider, Varian could tell that she was having a good time as well in her own way, which of course Varian understood well enough himself.

For as he had grown up into his teen years, Varian had taken on the attitude that many boys his age did – where he felt himself too cool and too mature to participate in such odd traditions as dancing all silly-like around a bonfire (at least, what he thought to be odd and silly).  But while he may not have admitted it to anyone, there was definitely something about the atmosphere of the whole affair that Varian found appealing, and of course he thoroughly enjoyed all the sweet autumn treats that came with it all.  Pumpkin pie with whipped cream was his own personal favorite, and Ruddiger always enjoyed a good candy apple at this time of year.

Varian couldn’t help but take in a deep, contented breath of crisp fall air as he thought of these things, and tilted his head back to look up at the darkening sky and the stars that began to peep out as the sun’s light retreated westward, glowing a warm orange on the horizon.  A ways to the east, Varian could see the crescent shape of the moon begin to emerge as it made to resume its nightly watch over that part of the globe.  To the sound of the jubulient festival below and the twilit sky above, Varian felt like this hour marked the epitome of autumn time – feeling somehow slightly melancholic, but also radiating a lot of joy – and he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell at the beauty and mystery of it all.

“Hey there Son,” Varian suddenly heard the deep voice of his father greet him as he came from around Ruddiger’s sleeping form.  “Mind if I join you?”

“Oh, h-hey Dad!” Varian greeted happily in return, and scooted over to make room for his dad to also set himself down against Ruddiger’s furry flank.  “Yeah, take a seat!” 

Several moments of calm silence passed between the two of them as they sat there on the hill together.  A couple of times Varian risked a glance over at his dad, to see his eyes were filled with fondness as he looked over the land and the village that was their home.  Of course, being the village leader, this was both a very exhausting time of the year for Quirin, but also extremely rewarding.  Varian could tell that his dad was very happy with how the harvest had gone this year, and had thoroughly been enjoying the festivities of this year’s celebration.

“Sooo…” Varian began awkwardly after a few moments, and moving to adjust the red scarf he had tied around his neck (When did he put this on?).  “Some night for a party, huh Dad?”

“Mm-hmm,” Quirin hummed in agreement as he nodded.  “It really is Son.  Candy apple?” he asked, handing said treat to Varian who took it happily (and not bothering to question how Quirin aquired it when he hadn’t been holding it only seconds ago).

“Thanks.”

As Varian began munching on his sweet treat, Ruddiger’s nose twitched as he caught the scent of it in the air that brushed passed his muzzle, and soon enough Varian was forced to push and shove away from him a set of large, glistening fangs and a slobbery tongue that flicked outward, trying to swipe at the tasty piece of glazed fruit. 

“Ha ha ha!  No Ruddiger!” Varian scolded his friend.  “This one’s not for you-!  Gah!” Varian exclaimed as Ruddiger opted for swiping his large tongue across Varian’s face instead.  “Augh!  Gross!  Bad raccoon!” Varian cried as he wiped up Ruddiger’s drool with a handkerchief Dad handed to him, but a smile could also be detected in his voice as he said it, and soon enough Ruddiger had hunkered back down again, and Varian finished the remains of the candy apple (Boy, did he finish it off quick.).

“Hey Varian?” Quirin said as Varian finished his snack…his face turning strangely grave to Varian.

“Y-yeah Dad?” Varian asked in return, shivering a little as the sun sank further behind the horizon, and the chilly air of the night began to take hold.

Quirin’s brow furrowed, and he sighed deeply, but the brief shadow that appeared across his face was lifted as he now turned his eyes squarely to his son.  “Everyone has their autumn, Varian.”

A pause followed this statement, with Varian waiting for Quirin to say more.  But Varian was forced to blink up at him in puzzlement with Quirin made no effort to say anything further.

“…Oh,” Varian finally ventured to say, as Ruddiger now made to crawl into his lap (When did he get so small again?), and Varian leaned back into the hay pile at their backs.  “Um…Y-yeah, that’s-that’s very true Dad.  Comes every year, right?”

“And everyone has their spring.”

Varian raised an eyebrow now; very confused.  “Um, yup.  True again Dad,” he said.  “Spring, summer, fall and winter. That’s…kinda normal, right?”

Quirin nodded, and gave Varian’s hair a quick ruffle before resuming a reclined position on the bench they were sitting on together, and watched contentedly as the party before them continued, and Varian could now feel the heat of the fire warm him against the cold that began to set in around them (When did they get down here from the hill again?)

Though, despite now being in right among the exuberant atmosphere of the festival, and even having Cassandra right there next to him…Varian suddenly didn’t feel very happy.  Something felt off.  He blinked up at Cassandra, perplexed at the odd feeling that tugged at his guts as he saw her, and the feeling increased as he watched Rapunzel, Eugene, Lance, and the others continue to dance and play their instruments around the fire, and everyone letting out a loud cheer and applause as the next song ended.

But Varian couldn’t cheer.  Something was wrong.  Not everything was perfect anymore, and while he had some vague sense as to why, he couldn’t quite place it.

Varian shivered again as a gentle snow began to come down from the sky, and he had to wipe away at his stinging eyes as he looked over to see his father highlighted in an amber light from the fire beside him.

It seemed that a winter for him was now coming.  …Or had it already come?

Hardly knowing why he did it, Varian snuggled himself into his father’s side, his gloved hands clutching desperately into the furry texture of Quirin’s vest as he buried his face into him – needing to know that he was there, and wanting things to never change from what they were, and to stay the same.

“It’s alright Son,” Varian could hear in the air above him.  “Just rest now.”

And Varian did…with Ruddiger doing his best to keep him lulled in sleep as Varian hugged his furry companion close, and buried his face into his furry coat, with the gentle glow of the harvest moon streaming into his cell from overhead.

“Everyone has their autumn…”

Some of the music I imagined as playing during the Harvest Festival - “Harvest Dance” by Mannheim Steamroller

#tts #rta #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangledtober #varian #quirin #old corona #hurt/comfort #angst #autumn #fall #harvest festival #october #ruddiger #rudiger #battle!ruddiger #beast!ruddiger #halloween #rapunzel #princess rapunzel #Eugene Fitzherbert #lance strongbow #cass #cassandra

[rickstexaschick]

Rick’s Texas Chick: Chapter 26

Originally posted on AO3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15183545/chapters/36143316#workskin

The fire was burning steadily, warming up the room, crackling and popping quietly to itself.  The soft purple and red hues of twilight coated the walls of the den, a counterpoint to the flickering flames and warm glow emanating from the fireplace.

She was lying back against the couch, completely and willingly under assault from the two men.  Rick had her head turned towards him and was kissing her slowly, nibbling her lips, his tongue taking delicious turns in her mouth.  Harley was nuzzling the exposed side of her neck, planting kisses up and down her jaw and suckling her ear lobe, blowing softly in her ear.

One man’s hand was gently kneading her breasts over her shirt while the other’s was teasing its way up and down her inner thighs, ghosting across the panties over her crotch.  Back and forth, up and down their hands went.  Neither man interfering with the other, yet working in perfect harmony together.

She reached her hand up to the back of Rick’s head and raked her fingers into his hair, tugging his scalp.  She stretched her other hand down into Harley’s lap, searching for his hand and entwined her fingers with his, gripping him tight.  Sighing, she shifted her hips slightly.  Hands on either side of her simultaneously grasped her thighs then gently spread them further apart.  One hand lifted her foot up to the couch, the arm laid across her leg to hold it open, while the hand resumed its activities on her pussy.  Her shirt was lifted up and a hand traced up to her breasts, kneading them and massaging them more deeply.

With her head turned toward Rick and her eyes closed, she couldn’t see what they were doing, could only go by feel and sound.  It felt dangerous and exciting.  She was trembling and shaking, and her moans left no doubt to both men the effect they were having on her.  She felt fingers pinch one of her nipples, rolling it between fingers and thumb while the large hand engulfed her breast in a warm caress.  The hand cupping her pussy pressed its thumb into her clit, circling it slowly while a long finger gently pushed against her wet panties, pushing in between her lips as far as the material would allow, then slowly stroked up and down.

Involuntarily, she bumped her hips and shuddered, her back briefly arching into the hand holding her breast.  She moaned into Rick’s mouth and his lips captured the sound, while she squeezed Harley’s free hand and he squeezed her back.

”Mmm...Harder!  Faster...!”  She moaned, grinding herself into the hand between her legs while thrusting her breast into the warm hand caressing it.

Rick whispered in her ear, ”Mmm...cum for us, baby...cum on my hand...”  She moaned in response.

The pressure and pinching and rubbing and circling continued relentlessly, now moving faster and faster.  She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, seeing stars and feeling tears prick behind her eyelids.  She was so close to cumming, she whined into Rick’s mouth.  She felt warm lips encircle a nipple, sucking and nipping.  Fingers pulled aside her panties, allowing free access to her warm folds. One, two fingers pushed inside, stroking, pressing.  Her hips bucked violently into the hand at her pussy and her chest pushed against the mouth at her breast.  Abruptly she pulled her lips from Rick’s and threw her head back, crying out in a long wail as the orgasm washed over her, pumping her hips into the hand that stroked her through her release.  Her body was shaking and she felt fresh wetness gush out.

Rick turned her to him and kissed her deeply, then whispered into her mouth, “That’s it, sweet baby...our baby doll...”

Harley lips we’re soft and warm as he murmured words of praise and encouragement into her ear.  “Good girl, that’s our sweet girl...”

She collapsed back between them with her eyes closed for a few moments, her heart hammering.  She felt Rick’s lips against her forehead as Harley kissed the inside of her wrist.  She started to sit up.  They pulled back and took their hands away, releasing her.

She opened her eyes.  “I...need to...to catch my breath...”  She giggled, embarrassed.  “This is...”  She didn’t know what to say.  This is my first time to have sex with two men together, so I need to go slow... ?  What do porn stars say?  Nothing, that’s why they're porn stars.   She laughed again, looked at both of them.  “Whew!”  

“You need something to — you want some water, honey?”

“Please, thank you.”  She smiled at Harley and rubbed her neck slightly, easing out the crick from keeping it turned in one direction so long.

Rick kissed her then stood up, “I could do with a refill, myself.”  They collected the empty glasses and went to the kitchen.

Still feeling shaky, she went and poked the fire, separating the burning logs before placing a fresh one on top.  Sparks went up the chimney in a tiny tornado as the wood settled.

Their deep voices in the kitchen erupted into low laughter and she immediately felt self-conscious.  Were they laughing at her?  Making fun of her?  Because she needed a break?  Pigs.  She sat back down on the couch, folding her arms across her chest, feeling ashamed and disgruntled.

Still grinning, they returned to the room and she refused to look at them.  Her stiff posture on the couch said everything and nothing.  Despite the fire, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped twenty degrees.  They exchanged glances.  WTF?

“E-E-Everything ok, babe?”  Rick sat down next to her.  He handed her a fresh whiskey.  She took it and drank a big gulp.

”I’m fine...”  She drank another sip.

Oh, shit...

Harley sat down on her other side.  He set a glass of water down in front of her.

”Y-Y-You, uh...you upset about somethin’, doll?”

“Look, I know I’m not very experienced, but y’all don’t have to laugh at me...just because I needed a break...”

”Wh-What makes you think we were laughing at you, baby?”

”We were laughing at ourselves, honey.  We’re old men.  You were wearin’ us out...”

She eyed the two of them, not quite believing them.  And, if she was wearing them out, then did that mean she was taking too long...?

Rick watched her, knew exactly what she was thinking.  ”Don’t take it all so serious, sweetie.  We’re just here to have fun together.”  He reached out and massaged her neck.  He saw how she’d been rubbing it.  “Tell you what.  L-L-Lie back against Harley there and he’ll give you a neck rub, while I give you a foot rub.”

Harley gently pulled her back against him.  Rick lifted her legs up onto the couch.  Both men settled comfortably into opposite corners of the couch with her lying between them.  Rick eased her feet up into his lap, began to rub a foot slowly.  His large, warm hands engulfed her foot, his thumbs slowly pressed across the sole the way he knew she liked.  She settled back against Harley’s chest.  He began to slowly rub her arms, gradually working up to her neck. His touch was soft and gentle, his fingers finding the knots and rubbing them, but not painfully so.  He kissed the side of her neck, blowing softly and she shivered.

”I’m sorry...” she mumbled, she closed her eyes.  She felt a soft kiss on the top of her foot and arms close around her chest in reply, then the caressing resumed.

”Remember what I t-t-told you, baby...”

She sighed, relaxing between the two men, and warm feelings began coursing through her again.  Harley lifted her arms over her head and she reached up to run her hands into his hair.  He began to massage and tweak her nipples.  Rick spread her legs and reached to palm her cunt through her wet panties.  She reached down and ran her fingers through his unruly hair.  Soon her attention was divided and she didn’t know who to look at, focus on.

She felt Harley shift slightly underneath her, then he snaked one hand between them as he adjusted himself, opening the button of his jeans.  She opened her eyes and sat up and turned to look up at him.

”Seems like someone else needs some attention...”  Unconsciously, the tip of her tongue flicked out and darted across her lips.

”Not, not yet, doll,” he smiled down at her.  “Our turn will come.”

She stayed half-upright on the couch, her feet pulled away from Rick.

“What’s the matter, babe?”

”Well, I don’t know who to look at, what to do...”

He sighed, exasperated.  ”Woman, you’d fuck up a — make a wet dream complicated, you know that?”  He stood up.

“I-I’m sorry, don’t go...”

”Oh, I’m not going anywhere, babe...j-just gonna get something...”. He reached down and caressed her face, then left the room.

”Relax, honey...this isn’t about us, this is for you...”  Harley leaned into her back, wrapping his arms around her, cupping her breasts and nuzzling her neck.  His warm lips set her nerve endings alight.

Rick returned to the room carrying a red bandanna which he’d rolled up, and an unlabeled tube of something.  He approached her, holding up the bandanna.

She shrunk away from him, her hands coming up in front her, as if for protection.

”What...what are you going to do with those?”  Her voice had grown small.  She looked almost terrified.  Rick stopped, understanding some more of what had been done to her.

”Babe, do you trust me, trust us?”

”I...yes...” she didn’t sound very convincing.

He looked down at her, half an eyebrow cocked upwards.

”Yes, Daddy, I trust you.”

He nodded.  “You’ll enjoy this more if you stop trying to think.  Stop worrying about pleasing — trying to make us happy.”  He leaned over her and kissed her, then straightened back up.

“Sit up.”  There was a slightly commanding tone to his voice.  She automatically complied and he reached forward and tied the bandanna snuggly around her eyes, checking that it wasn’t too tight.

“Is that ok, baby?”  His hand caressed her cheek.

”Yes, Daddy...” Her breathing quickened, she was getting excited...

“Stand up, doll.”  She felt Harley hold her hips as he stood up with her.  Rick’s hands engulfed hers to hold her steady.  Large hands pulled her shirt over her head, careful not to dislodge the bandanna.  She felt two hard bodies press on either side of hers, could feel their erections through their clothes.  Warm fingers glided down her body, caressing, stroking, and sending shivers through her spine.  Lips kissed her mouth, the side of her neck, her breasts.  One nipple was drawn into a warm, soft mouth, suckling gently.  When it lifted away she felt her nipple contract in the sudden exposure to the cool air.  Long fingers pressed into the soaked crotch of her panties and she shifted her legs, opening them slightly.  She felt fresh dampness between her legs.

”Get rid of — take these off,” Rick’s voice had become low and husky.  Before she could comply, fingers tugged the waistband of her panties down and she stepped out of them, reaching out and grasping someone’s muscular arm for balance.  Hands steadied her again, then left her.

Sounds from the couch indicated that someone had sat down.

She felt both pairs of hands push and pull her down then she was positioned across someone’s lap.  She draped an arm around his shoulder and leaned into him, could feel his erection against her hip.  She giggled slightly.  

“Ssshhhh, baby doll...”  The breath was warm on her neck and she trembled.  She held her turned downwards as she tried focus on all the sensations.  Warm fingers gently took her chin and turned her towards the voice — Harley’s — and his warm lips pressed against hers.  She sighed into his mouth and gave herself in to the kiss.  It was lingering, long.  No pressure, no need to look at someone for direction, or watch their faces, worrying about what they were thinking — like was she going too slow, taking too long...responding too much to one man over the other...  All her other senses were heightened, every touch, sound was amplified.  She realized that she liked the blindfold...this way.

A pair of hands — Rick’s— grasped her knees and he gently spread her legs open.  She felt his fingers part her folds...one thumb gently swiped her wet entrance, then slowly, oh so slowly, all the way up to her clit, fingertips trailing behind it. She gasped and her hips bucked slightly.  The thumb and hand left her and she could hear Rick licking it clean.

”Hmmmm, baby, you taste so fucking good,” his voice was a husky whisper.  “You want me to lick — eat that cunt?”  He leaned forward, placing his hands on her thighs for balance, then kissed her belly, laving his tongue on her skin.  His fingers caressed her thighs, the thumbs ghosting over her lips, teasing.

”Yes, Daddy...” she whispered, she turned her face down towards his voice.  She spread her legs wider.

Harley turned her mouth back towards him and began kissing her again, this time more forcefully, his tongue pushing in.  Harley’s hands were on her breasts, massaging them, pinching her nipples.  She felt Rick’s mouth on her, his lips closed around her clit and he began to suck, flicking his tongue across in teasing points of pressure.  She moaned into Harley’s mouth and he kissed her deeply, one hand reached down and caressed her belly, then slowly glided back up to her breast.

The sounds of both men’s actions were wet, sloppy, obscene, and she loved it.  They both crooned, praising her, encouraging her.  Rick blew softly on her pussy, then parted her folds and slowly pushed one long finger inside.  He hooked it down, stroking her G spot, then began sucking on her clit again, flicking his tongue across.  He added another finger, then a third.

“Ri-i-i-ick!  God, oh god!”  She bumped her hips, grinding down into his face.

”Hmmmm...are you close, baby?  You gonna cum on my face?”  He continued stroking inside her, blew on her cunt.

“Mmmm, yesssss, Daddy....God, oh God, somebody, please just...”

Harley chuckled and took her mouth in his, catching her cries and moans.  His lips trailed down her jaw, then he nuzzled her neck, sucking and biting.  He reached down further, biting and sucking all the way, then took a nipple in his mouth and suckled hard, biting the tip.  She cried out, grasping his arms and squeezing his biceps, her nails digging in.

Rick bit and sucked hard on each of her inner thighs, working up to her pussy, leaving a trail of red marks.  Then his mouth resumed its actions on her clit, his fingers slowly gliding in and out of her cunt, dragging across her sensitive g spot, teasing her, keeping her just on the edge.  He hummed and suckled hard, tonguing the sensitive bundle of nerves.  She whined and bumped and ground down into him, seeking release.  He eased off, holding back her orgasm.  Harley released her nipple with a pop then switched to the other breast, resumed his noisy sucking, interspersed with bites and nips.

She thought she would die with need.  She writhed between the two men, crying out wordlessly, moaning.  Harley’s hands travelled over her torso, kneading and fondling her other breast, tracing back up to her neck to lightly stroke the sensitive skin there, then caressed her face.  He bit and suck on her neck.  They went on like this, pushing her just to the point of cumming, then pulling back.

”I need, oh please, God, just fuck me, somebody...” She was gasping, panting.  Her hands reached down to clutch and tug Rick’s hair.

Rick picked the pace up, his fingers working faster and his mouth driving her wild.

Harley’s lips returned to her mouth, kissed her deeply, then he whispered in her ear.

”Cum for us, doll...”

With a scream she arched upwards and came hard, squirting her juices into Rick’s mouth.  He licked her clean, avoiding her sensitive nub, but continued to stroke her through her orgasm.  Her walls tightened around his fingers as she came again, drawing another ragged cry from lips.

”Honey, you look so goddamn hot when you cum...”  Harley kissed her softly.  She couldn’t reply, she was still coming down.  She was sprawled across Harley’s lap in a wanton display, her muscles too limp to move.

Rick sat back, wiping his face with his arm.  “You taste so fucking good, babe...”. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on each inner thigh, before running his tongue one last time over her wet pussy.  She sucked her breath in with a hiss and whimpered, still too sensitive.

”Here, honey...”  A glass was gently placed against her lips and she wrapped her hand around it, tilted it for a tentative sip — water — then drank deeply, finishing it.  

“Drink this, too, babe...”

The empty glass was replaced with another one, her whiskey, she thought.  She sipped it then started to give it back.

”All of it.”  Her mind flashed back to that day in her bathroom...  Obediently, she drained the glass then handed it back out away from her.  A hand took it, the fingers lingering and caressing over hers before taking the glass.

She heard Rick’s footsteps pad away.  Suddenly, Harley’s arms tightened around her and he stood up from the couch easily picking her up with him.  She gasped and threw her arms around his neck.

“Where are we going?”

Harley kissed her lips.  “To round three, doll...”

She could hear the grin in his voice and smiled back.

tbc

#Rick and Morty #Rick Sanchez #Rick/Reader #Harley Rick #Rickdicted #Rick's Texas Chick

[b-ballbaes]

Hello, could I ask Mayuzumi and his female s/o get stranded on a lodge on a mountain in winter (I know, it's still far off ^^)? S/o is scared but Chihiro comforts her and then there's tension between them and nsfw stuff happens XD by the way it's their first time as a couple. Thanks and good luck with the blog ;))

~You sit snuggly in your rented two bedroom log style lodge, sipping hot cocoa from your favorite holiday mug, the cozy room warm from the roaring fire in the giant stone fireplace. You stand in front of the large picture window, peeking through spots of crystal frost on the glass, observing the wintery scene outside. Crisp white snowflakes fall from the sky one by one, coating the ground gradually and growing in size over time. The sound of children laughing with glee as they play in the snow among their friends fills the clear night air, attentive parents carefully watching at bay. Some families are skating on the ice while others are making the short climb up then down the small mountain of snow, be it by skis, snowboards or sleds. “Wow it’s really coming down!” you mumble to yourself, a touch of worry in the tone of your voice. You and your boyfriend decide to spend a week before the holidays in this beautiful rustic lodge. You both enjoy the early century details of the ceilings and the big wood logs skillfully placed to create gorgeous walls and accents. What you aren’t enjoying is the unexpected snowstorm that started brewing yesterday and has become gradually worse. What is supposed to be “a few inches” of snow has turned into one of the worst blizzards you’ve seen. Since it’s only a couple days until Christmas you both decide it’s best to stay and wait out the storm, taking advantage of their breathtaking surroundings and celebrate the holidays there together. The big oak door suddenly opens, letting in a huge gust of bone chilling cold, snow spraying all over the wood floor. Your grey haired boyfriend enters, covered with slowly melting flakes, and quickly shuts the heavy door behind him with a thud. You look at him over your mug, steam enveloping your face. “Do you think we’ll be alright up here?” you gently ask. “Yes, this should be enough until Christmas, if not a little bit longer.” he replies, stomping his thick black boots free of snow before walking over to the roaring fireplace, adding another armful of split wood to the growing fire. You fill a black mug with more steaming hot cocoa and walk the liquid to him, placing the mug in his chilled hand. Although he reassures you the entire time that you two will be safe, you can’t ignore the bad feelings you find growing and festering in the back of your mind like the plague. The weather and the fact that you and your boyfriend are here alone is beginning to grate on your nerves, and it’s getting harder to keep looks of concern and dismay from your face. “Is something the matter?” Mayuzumi questions as he peers over his almost empty mug.“I’m getting very concerned with the weather. I don’t want to be stranded here or freeze to death,” You state matter of factly, a tone of irritation in your voice.“____-Chan I’ve already assured you that nothing will happen to us while we’re up here. We have plenty of food, water and resources that will last us weeks. Please, stop your worrying” he tells you with very little sympathy in his voice.“Ugh! I swear Chihiro you’re so dense! It’s like you don’t care about me at all” You slam your empty mug on the small wooden table next to you, standing up quickly with tears beginning to shed from the corners of your eyes. After getting no reaction from Mayuzumi you pout quietly and dart up the stairs to your bedroom, not bothering to turn around after hearing your name fall from your boyfriend’s lips.You shut the door with a huff, tears starting to burn the corners of your dark brown eyes. The only light comes from the moon high in the night sky, casting everything in shadow. You gingerly make your away across the dark room, trying in desperation to stop fresh tears from spilling down your cheeks. The oversized bed dips slightly as you sit on the edge. You sigh softly as, pulling the warm wool sweater over your head, leaving your hair slightly tussled. Small goosebumps form up and down your arms, the chilly air making you shiver slightly. You slowly reach around and unhook the familiar clasp of your purple lace bra, enjoying the free feeling.A knocking startles you. Before you can react, Mayuzumi opens the heavy oak door. A sliver of light proceeds him into the room before quickly disappearing when he softly closes the door behind him. You can see his intense grey eyes staring at you lustfully. It’s that look that reminds you of the fact you’re naked from the waist up. You can feel your face flush. “Chihiro you can’t just come in like this. I’m not dressed,” you whisper, reaching over to quickly snag your sweater next to you and cover your bare chest. You watch him as he quickly makes his away across the large area rug, suddenly sitting next to you in the bed before you realize what’s happening. He puts his hand on your thigh, the warmth radiating from his hand through your jeans makes you shudder slightly. You watch him slowly remove the sweater you are unsuccessfully covering your naked self with, a burning sensation beginning to radiate through your abdomen. Suddenly the garment is on the floor and you feel Mayuzumi kissing your exposed shoulder, stopping when you feel his lips against your ear. “I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he whispers, his hot breath against your ear makes you dizzy. “You know I’ll take care of you.”He softly touches your thigh again, making his way up to your bare abdomen. You can’t help but react to his touch, your breath catching in your throat. You look into his stormy grey eyes, the intense lust is intoxicating. “Chihiro. We shouldn’t,” you whisper, trying to breathe again.He caresses your soft skin, touching every inch of your stomach. Every nerve in your body is on fire. The loud thumping of your heartbeat in your ears makes it hard to concentrate, drowning out the world. You’re not sure what’s happening, but you’re really not sure you want it to stop. “I want you, _____-Chan,” he groans. He sensually licks up to your breasts, slowly swirling your erect nipple with his tongue. He gently bites it, tugging gently before letting go. You whimper quietly as he works on your other breast, sucking on that nipple while pinching the other between his rough thumb and finger. You grab the back of his head, greedily snagging some of his grey hair in a fist.“I want you too Chihiro,” you gasps. “Protect me. Make me feel safe,” releasing your grasp on his long hair.Your boyfriend lovingly but forcefully pushes you back on the mattress, slowly kissing your neck and gently leaving little bite marks. You squeel each time, enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure. The glow in your loins intensifies. Your body automatically responds to his touches. He kisses you deeply, forcing your mouth open, exploring every inch, flicking his tongue against yours. Your moans are muddled by his open mouth. You reach down and rub the growing bulge through Mayuzumi’s jeans. He groans before releasing his lips from yours. You both breathe heavily, trying to slow everything down.Suddenly Mayuzumi gets up in his knees, leaving dimples in the mattress next to your head. You watch him quickly unbutton his pants, pushing the zipper down. Before you can react he pulls his rock hard dick out from his tight white underwear. You can’t stop looking at it, reaching over and slowly stroking the rigid staff from tip to base. He grunts loudly before roughly grabbing the back of your head, pulling your head towards his stiff member. “Chihiro what are yo-“Before you can finish your sentence, your boyfriend’s hard dick is in your tiny mouth. You struggle to breathe at first, your dark eyes wide and beginning to water. Your nostrils flare as you slowly begin to adjust to breathing through your nose. You open your mouth wider as he guides your head back and forth on his pole. His loud groans and growls excite you, your stomach tightening up and your core becoming warm and moist. The purple lace panties you’re wearing become wet from your growing desire for him. He lets go of your head, removing his thick prick from your mouth slowly. He bends down and kisses your swollen lips deeply, lingering a bit before letting go. “I want to take you,” he whispers, looking deeply into your lustful eyes. “Please be gentle,” you whimper, no longer being able to deny your growing lust for him. He looks down at you and smiles hungrily, his deep eyes on fire with such intensity you tremble slightly. Like a tiger he pounces on you, quickly undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. With one quick stroke he pulls your pants and lacey undies down, removing them both and discarding them to the side along with your wool sweater. He lifts and spreads your legs open wide, opening the slit of your tiny pussy with his tongue. He slides a finger along the open lips, greedily watching your juices gush all over it. Replacing his finger with a warm tongue he licks your sensitive clit. Automatically your back arches off the bed.“Ohnygod! Ohmygod!,” you yell, your fits of pleasure echoing through the lodge. Your screams grow louder with every flick of his tongue on your erect clit. Your stomach tenses and every muscle shakes, your quivering legs still high in the air.He moves his mouth away from you, slowly getting up and positioning himself between your legs. Suddenly you feel the head of his dick open your slit. He gowns loudly as he gently pushes himself into your tight wet hole. After adjusting your position he slides in slowly, hitting your spot with each small thrust. You can’t stop from screaming with each stroke. It felt like he was inside your guts. As you begin to enjoy each thrust you feel him grow bigger inside you and tense up. His eyes flutter shut as his mouth opens, every muscle in his body locking up. After a couple seconds he stops and pulls out of you, leaving a trail of his seed and your juices behind his softening dick. He rolls over and lies next to you, breathing hard and glistening with perspiration. He leans over and kisses you quickly on the lips. “I’ll be right back,” he says softly, kissing you on the nose. “I’m going to go and stoke the fire,” he finishes.“OK. Hurry back,” you smile back at him. He gets up quickly from the bed, his naked toned body making it to the door in seconds. He opens the door and blows you a kiss before shutting it behind him.

#mayuzumi chihiro #knb scenarios #knb imagine

[firstchapters-blog1]

Abram’s Children [Working Title]

Family. End of the World. Eden. 

https://www.wattpad.com/464101597-abrams-children-working-title-1

Debauchery-fuss.tumblr.com 

Dust hung, shimmering in the night fall. There was no disturbance to string up the dirt, but the feeling of a current whispered through the ground, hummed as the sun dwindled and scooped away the day. The light dragged, staining the ground with long, stretched shadows from small stones and bumps. The land was barren, it hurt with light; bleached by it.

A man slumped slightly and squinted at the waning light with harsh objection. It caused him to stop suddenly, and the load he carried on his back patted his shoulder with gentle fists.

“Daddy, do we put our coats on now?” he turned his head slightly, making out the young girls smile just in the corner of his eye. She glanced up quickly at the glowing sky, its burning fire sinking rapidly, before tapping him again for an answer.

“Alright,” he muttered and plucked her from his back. His shoulders screamed relief as he set her down on the dust. The girl wobbled slightly, hugging his leg for support, and giggled. He checked the sun again while she pushed about the sand with her stumped legs.

“Nathaniel?” the man muttered, turning his attention to a much older boy. Nathaniel, rooted apart from the pair, gave a small frown.

“We can’t stay in the dust,” he challenged, averting his eyes to catch the sun’s final minutes.

“It’ll be too cold to travel within minutes, we have to put up.” The father spoke low and sharply, making quick glances at the orange sky between breaths. He sighed as Nathaniel pulled the packages from his shoulders and began to pitch a tent. The father sat the young child down and began to wrap her bare arms and legs in a variety of cloths, until she was bundled up in a small ball. He was careful about her stumps, stretching multiple thick socks until they almost resembled feet. She giggled to him as he carried her to the tent.

“I’m all snuggly Daddy” she affirmed with a nod. He gave her a weak smile and tucked her under the blankets in the far corner. With a quick kiss to the forehead he left her to the night.

“Nathaniel, you’ll freeze to death in this, what are you doing?” His son had pulled a thick coat over his shoulders, now standing out as a darker blotch amongst the sudden ice. The cold pinched at every protruding part of his face, and still he squinted through the quickly storming dust at the last slithers of light fell away from the blue.

Nathaniel joined the man and the child in the tent, breathing heavily into his fingers to rub in some warmth. His father had already settled down for the night, curling in solace. The older boy waited, laying motionlessly, until his father’s breathing had settled into a deep pattern. He cast a glance at the zipper, watched it shiver in the cold, and pulled on his hat.

He crawled over to the girl and lay beside her, wrapping an arm over her small frame. She was, compared to every other hostility, correctly snuggly warm. He pressed his face into the blankets and cracked a private smile as she giggled. He took her hand, breathed some warmth into it, and rubbed the blue away.

“Tell me a story Nate?” she whispered. He propped up on his elbow slightly.

“Which one?”

“The one about the start of the world,” she hugged the arm that had been wrapped around her.

“Well, there was a big bang.” She almost laughed out in agreement, as if she could remember it herself. It triggered a familiar notion in him, a memory. His grandfather, when telling him the tale himself, had claimed to remember it. Drained white, and rebreathing his breaths, his father’s father had remembered the start of the world.

“There was a man outside our city, he is our witness, for he saw the crime. He stood outside the city, watching the fire and clouds it brought with it, and met with a warrior. The warrior is an honourable woman lost from battle, and is the second.  

‘I must go into the city,’ the man says to the warrior, for he has a wife and a child there, and he was beginning to miss them greatly.

The warrior denied, ‘there is nothing left but dust in our city, see how it burns?’”

He could feel the child becoming easy, restful finally.

“And he saw how it burnt, and after a very long time the dust that fell from the sky made our new world”  

Abram let the children sleep longer that morning, still wrapped together despite the sudden heat. He gazed at them both for a lengthy time, how their hair stuck wet to their faces from the condensation. Glossy innocence still fit Nathaniel well, as white and as worn as he was; he looked similar to the child he held, only then.

They were mostly different, the siblings, his son more ashen than he knew possible, inheriting his dark hair from a distant relative Abram had never known. The girl was a creamy brown all over, her features less harsh than her brothers. She smiled for the world, Nathaniel for nothing at all.

Abram left the tent quickly, and the heat took his breath.

The sun, although still low in the east, scorched. He soldiered towards a tarpaulin set up, feeling the heat like a thick duvet thrown over his back. It was physical, it dragged.

“Isla... 5 more minutes yeah?” he heard Nathaniel mutter from within the tent. Isla chirped something excitable and was cast outside.

She fumbled out, staggering about on her stumps like a toddler. For a second it disturbed Abram, more so when she gleamed.

“Morning Daddy!”

He scooped her up. “Morning baby! Hot today, isn’t it?”

She nodded, giving the horizon a long glance. There was nothing, not through the heat; the line between heaven and earth had been blurred in the sun.

“What’s that?” she pointed into the distance, squinting with unease. He followed her hand to the dark line of the horizon. A slow, constant track. It was nothing.

“I don’t see nothing.” Isla frowned and protested, but could not find the words to express what she could see.

She snapped round to Nathaniel, throwing her arms out at the distance. He gave his father a dubious glance, before staring long and hard into the horizon. Abram watched him squint, cup his eyes for shade, and lean in a little closer.

“You’re eyes are going,” he smirked at them both “old man.”

Abram looked out again, filling his vision with the black line that smeared the horizon. It was almost oscillating, a long continuous wave amongst the flat. Hard and dark. Abram let out a long breath.

“Mountain’s.”

They noticed the ground beginning to bump and curve long before the mountains came into full view. Patches of shrubbery appeared more often, straggling through the cracks, pining for the light. Abram suspected a forest, tropical and lush, flourishing meters below their feet. A maze of bunker life, just so out of the scorches touch.

Isla had no cap for her wonder; her small mind was as wide open as its limits would allow. With each step her brother carried her, she breathed in different air. The sun seemed friendly as they entered wetter land; a source of life.

They approached a stream unexpectedly. It burst to life out of the hilly grass, stretching a foot or so across in width, and jumped up over rocks and up ditches, only to fall again with a sudden crash that fell into fuelling a few currents. Skittering the surface were insects, of some sort anyway, whose feet grazed the water so minutely. Nathaniel sat down beside them, swinging Isla into his lap, and pointed out all the things he knew about water life.

“There’s no fish, Dad”

Abram knelt beside the water, pulled out a small vial from his inner coat pocket, and pulled of the cork with his teeth. He collected an inch of the stream and held it up to the light as it reacted with the inner lining of the container. It was dormant for a brief moment, before fizzing and turning a ghastly shade of orange. He scowled and poured the liquid back into the stream; now deep and viscose.

“Kids,” Abram studied the insects carefully, “don’t touch the water.”

They walked along the stream, analysing the distance of crossing. Nathaniel grunted in dismay as the stream began to widen, and his father called for them to retrace their steps.

“Which one is in the water?” Isla had wrapped her arms round her brother’s neck, clinging to safety in her practised way. He thought for a quick second.

“Orange means Cobalt,” he chirped, looking over at his Father. The man made no move to confirm or deny, and instead wondered vacantly at his own feet. Nathaniel scowled again.

“It’s not even dangerous,” he spat. He turned his head to her, and she gave him a curious tilt of the head. He broke his frown with a small smile, patted her hands, and followed his father down their new trail.

“You gonna be a scientist Isla, one day, I know so,”

He’d heard the word before, some distance from the gushing, toxic stream where they then tread. Isla giggled at his bright tone over his strange words, waved a hand in the air, and asked him what in the world he meant.

“It’s a person who asks questions all the time, is all.”

The trio stopped briefly to gaze at a singular, rotten post that had been hammered deep into the opposite side of the river, some meters away from the bed. It reached just out the bush, perhaps as high and as thick as a sapling, but perfectly square. Abram did not give an explanation, nor a single suggestion that it was of any significance, and led them on. They kicked further up the hillside, a little more sluggish than before, until the stream ran down and deep into a valley. Nathaniel followed it with his eyes, to the very base of the hill.

Squatting there beside the water, like a creature straining to drown in the narrow thing, were a collection of tall, scorched posts.

They formed a square, almost, and dark ash buried the ground surrounding them. Bricks were lodged in between a few posts, bent outwards and cracking, and weeds crawled through each gap so thickly one could mistake them for foliage. They skirted and weaved through the posts, each positioned barely a few meters from each other, and stared upwards at them in awe. His father did not breathe until they were far past.

The flowers and grass appeared under their feet once again, after they had fully abandoned the scorched ground, but their sparked nerves had not fully passed before a cluster of posts confronted them again.

The further along the riverbed they ventured, and Abram was in no spirt to bargain a retreat with his son, the more frequent the post sightings became. Nathaniel had not noticed, at least not until Isla whispered a form of a question to him, that they had become immersed in a strange valley of black, charred posts and beams until they were amongst the middle of it.

They kept straight, following the main pathway through the dead forest. They shuffled through dust, sometimes as deep as their ankles, and kept their gazes on the built up forest that rolled up above the hills. The wind did not rattle the beams, no creatures nor birds nor insect made nest there. The dust muffled their footsteps, kept their lungs closed, and filled where all noise could go.

The beams became structures; huge squares connecting to other squares. Doorframes, Nathaniel knew about those, stood to hold together the crumbling walls. Everything that remained was charred black; small plants grew from every crack. It stretched as far as they could look, over the horizon, along the mountains. There was no system for the structures, no reason, they were just.

Isla kept her chin tucked on Nathaniel’s shoulder, silent, and picked at the fingers she half locked together around his neck. It was cold.

No one could guess how long they had been in the barren forest when they heard the noise. A low hum vibrated from inside one of the more broken structures, filled with a prickly bush. Nathaniel stopped, shuddered when his father followed suit.

The noise continued, low and threatening, and then a high pitched squeal. Abram leaped in front of the children, a hunting knife firmly in his grasp, and made a wide legged tiptoe towards the wall. Nathaniel followed, hushing his sisters nervous whisper, and over his shoulder gazed upon a pair of large, golden eyes.

The rest was fur, shapeless fur. It met at a nose and a black, wet mouth, and its ears stuck back. It was as big as him, but not something his father couldn’t wrestle and spear if it willed him too. It sat half in the bush, scraping its front paws in the dust. They were thin and matted.

The creature muttered and whined; retreating into the metal cove it had made home. It barred it's teeth, but Nathaniel could see even from his distance that it would not pounce. He swung Isla round and held her on his waist, pointing out the funny features of the funny thing. She giggled, albeit nervously.

It gave up suddenly. Its eyes rolled, bloodshot, and chest hummed like a woodpecker. Yellow drool, resembling puss from a badly infected boil, collected on the floor underneath its chin. Abram relaxed a little.

“It’s sick. Dying.”

He turned away to continue, but Nathaniel stood rooted, transfixed by the thing. It grovelled, rubbed its aching face along the ground, rubbed its ears with its bitten out paws. The creature hacked out a gentle stream of blood into the dust, snorted it back in with its misguided breathing, and coughed again.

“You should kill it Dad...”

Abram shook his head; glared. He turned around and continued walking. Nathaniel huffed and caught him up.

“Come on, it’s cruel to leave it like that!” Nathaniel threw his hands up in the air. Abram halted with abruptness, pointed his finger, and gave his son a quiet, wide eyed denial. Nathaniel sunk back, scowling, and figured him a coward.

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Chapter Three - The Little Charred Book

Eric pinched the corner of book between his fingers and carefully lifted it out of the soot. The book was only small, no bigger than his hand and was badly burnt. He dusted the soot off and examined the edges. The cover and the outer pages were charred and unreadable but a large proportion of the inner pages were still intact. Eric quickly flicked through the book and examined the inside. The pages were filled with dense layers of tiny handwritten text and detailed technical illustrations.

Before Eric could investigate the book further, his father returned to the room, stumbling through with a large suitcase. Eric quickly slipped the book into his pocket and continued to light the fire. He crumpled up a few balls of paper for kindling and ignited it using a tube of paper, which he lit the end of with the lighter before gently dipping it into the scraps of paper. Soon, the flames ravenously consumed the kindling and began chewing into the wood with a soothing crackle. The fire bloomed brightly and bathed the walls in a warm orange glow. Eric turned around and examined the now lit room, to find many pieces of furniture covered in white sheets, apart from one bookcase, which was stocked full except for a gap, which was about three book widths wide.

Eric’s father stooped to the firebox and placed a large bottle of water down onto the hearth around the fireplace, along with three large mugs and a metal pan. Henry dropped the pan into the edge of the flames and filled it with water. He twisted the pan snuggly into the embers and whispered, “Where there is a will, there is a way … and there’s always a will for a cup of tea.” He fed a piece of lumber into the fire and sat back, waiting for the water to boil. Once the water boiled, Henry threw in two tea bags to brew and gently stirred the mixture until the water turned a dark burgundy. He poured the tea into two large mugs and handed one to his son, along with a complimenting biscuit.

Henry sipped at his tea as he gazed at his smartphone and announced, “Sophie’s going to be late; she’s caught in traffic.” He sighed and gazed at his wife. His eyes glistened in the firelight but quickly he rubbed them dry and croaked, “All that driving has hurt my eyes; the dim light isn’t good for them either.”

Henry looked at his son and suggested, “How about you go find a room for yourself.” He grabbed the torch from the suitcase, handed it to his son and added, “Pick out a good room for yourself.” Eric nodded with a compressed smile and left his parents alone, but not before pocketing several chocolate biscuits.

Eric walked slowly to the entrance hall and approached the staircase. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, grasping his tea firmly in his hand and the torch in the other.

The landing at the top of the staircase was lit only by a few streams of faint light that bled through the cracks of the boarded-up windows. Eric sighed and placed his tea down on a nearby table, before carefully opening the remaining suitcase left at the stairs.

Before Eric could remove anything from the case, a loud abrupt thud echoed from upstairs, which was quickly followed by a muffled animalistic yelp. Eric lifted his torch, aimed it at the landing and dragged the light back and forth, but he couldn’t see anything. He called with a croak, “Is anyone there?” but no reply returned.

He approached the stairs and guided the torch up to the summit of the staircase, examining the steps, which looked sturdy however the eerie silence made them haunting.

Hesitantly, Eric placed his foot on the first step, which creaked with an unnerving wail. His heart throbbed and his hands trembled. When he reached the landing, he guided the torched around the walls and corners but the place was empty. He pointed the torch down the two hallways that lead off from either side of the landing, but again he saw nothing.

The wind blew violently outside and occasionally a large gale struck the side of the manor, causing the house to groan and creak. The noises made Eric very uncomfortable and he constantly fidgeted back and forth, turning around on the spot and shinning his torch on any disconcerting shadow.

Then BANG! A sudden loud crash of a door drew his attention down one hallway. He pointed the torch towards the noise and focused in on the doors of the hallway. He saw one door at the far end was open.

Cautiously, Eric moved down the hallway, gingerly treading on the wooden planks, which creaked in pain under the pressure of each step. He halted at the doorway. The handle of the door was missing and instead there was merely just a hole where the handle should’ve been. He gave the door a gentle nudge with the tip of his fingers and the door slowly opened with a creak.

Inside, the room was dingy, illuminated only by the few beams of light that broke through the slots of the boarded-up windows. Eric aimed the torch around the walls and scanned the room, finding more furniture covered with white sheets. He stopped when he noticed a glimmer of gold at the far end of the room. The glimmer was enticing and lured Eric into the room. He moved cautiously, guarding his back with a few sharp rotations of surveillance, until he reached the golden glimmer.

The glimmer appeared to be an edge of a picture frame, of some sort, poking out of the sheet that covered it. Eric gripped the sheet and tore away, unveiling a large mirror set within a spectacular golden-frame. As he guided his torch around the frame, inspecting the detailed pattern, he realised something very unsettling about the reflection; he was not in it. Instead it showed what appeared to be the same room but under completely different lighting. The window in the reflection was not boarded up but instead covered only by a set of curtains, where below a large mahogany bureau sat.

Eric turned and examined the space below the window behind him but saw no bureau; only a bare wall covered with faded wallpaper that was peeling away at the corners. He hummed with bemusement and turned back to the mirror.

As soon as Eric laid his gaze back upon the mirror, he hurled his body away and scampered across the floor on his hands and feet. There in the mirror he saw a flamboyantly dressed girl, creeping farther into the room of the reflection. Her clothes were worn and strangely old-fashioned. She wore in her head an old leather tricorn hat, which was a little too big for her but she compensated by padding the inseam with a bandanna. Her coat was similar to a nineteenth-century military coat and was embroidered with a trim of vibrant golden flowers.

The girl moved to the window and drew the curtains, illuminating the room with the light of the sunset. She opened one of the small drawers of the bureau and slowly, she slipped her fingers inside, clasping something into her hand, which she brought immediately to her chest. She kept it concealed in her fist as she proceeded to tuck it safely into her jacket pocket.

When she turned away from the bureau towards the mirror, her expression quickly became grave. Eric gave her a wave but she did not appear to be able to see him. He moved closer and rose his hand to wave again, when suddenly a set of monstrous hairy-knuckles dropped down by the edge of the reflection.

Eric jolted his head away from the mirror and the girl withered away towards the window. She held her arms close to her body before suddenly diving for a nearby candelabrum, which was stocked with three candle sticks. She stabbed it towards the monster but it did nothing to deter it, and she simply ruined three candle sticks, which fell out of the candelabrum, when she lunged it forward, and shattered as they hit the floor.

Eric’s heart pounded; he could feel his blood pulsing through his body. He placed his hand on the cold pane of the mirror.

BARK! Eric jumped from the mirror, falling backwards into the sheets that covered the furniture. His torch slipped from his hand and rolled to the corner of the room, and a sheet collapsed down over his head.

After a few seconds of flailing his arms violently, Eric managed to remove the sheet and snapped his gaze back to the mirror, only to find a drooling dog sitting in front of it. The dog gazed back at Eric with a vacant expression, casually licking the mucus running from its nose. Eric couldn’t help but smirk as he gazed at the dopey expression of the dog, whose ears were twitching as it tilted its head with befuddlement.

Calmly, Eric asked, “Where did you come from—hey?” The dog suddenly jolted forward and began sniffing Eric rather thoroughly—thither and nether—before slobbering all over Eric’s face. With a struggle, Eric managed to push the dog off. He stood up and wiped the drool of his face and arms with grunts of disgust. Eric grimaced and groaned, “You slimed me.” The dog sat back down and gazed upon Eric with its large brown eyes, which were decorated with glistening eye boogers.

Eric sighed and grabbed the dog by the scruff of the neck and began searching for a collar. He found nothing. He enquired of the dog, “You a stray—hey?” and began scratching the dog’s ears.

After several seconds of scratching, Eric stopped (much to the dog’s disappointment) to retrieve his torch from the corner of the room. He turned back and approached the mirror, gazing at the reflection. It was now only an image of himself along with the dog, who was at that moment gnawing at its nether regions.

The boy murmured to himself, “What was that?”

Whilst Eric gazed into the mirror, he noticed the little charred book sticking out of his pocket. His fingers hovered over the book and gently stroked the corner of the cover. Slowly, he gripped the book and pulled it out, laying it upon his palm.

The pages of the book were brittle and the edges were crumbling in his fingertips. He began thumbing through the pages, finding page after page filled with bizarre technical drawings of contraptions and laboratory setups.

Suddenly, the boy’s hand froze. Eric looked at the mirror and smirked. He looked back at the page and read out loud to the dog as if it understood, “On the Enchantment of Glass with the Water of the Red-Amber Lakes”, it was the title of the page he’d paused upon. The dog looked at Eric with a confused expression. Eric smiled and turned his gaze back to the pages.

The first paragraph of the page explained that the following section would reveal the method of enchanting any pane of glass with the ability to move to a world beyond Earth. Further, it stated that access can only be achieved by holding a piece of bright-red amber made from the resin of a white tree called a red-amber tree, which grows near a specific lake called a red-amber lake. However, the instructions to perform the enchantment itself were written in confusing jargon and required contraptions of which Eric had never heard of before.

Eric, huffed a chuckle and continued through the book. He stopped again at a chapter titled, “On the Questions of the Dangers of a Red-Amber Lake”. The page explained that a simple touch of the water of the red-amber lake will draw any matter through to the other world. The water is kept where it is by a dense nest of roots stemming from the red-amber tree. It is the resin that exudes from these trees enchants the lake, allowing anything that touches it to travel to the other world.

However, the chapter warned, that the amber is not produced in the other world, therefore the lake is nothing more than an ordinary lake on the other side. Thus, the traveller must bring with them a piece of the tree’s red amber, so they can enchant the water with its touch and pass back through to Earth. Eric grimaced as he scratched at his head before moving on through the book.

Again, he stopped on the last surviving pages of the book in the chapter titled, “On the Subject of the Locations of the Red-Amber Springs”. The page began by explaining that the springs cannot be found through adventurous exploration, instead one must navigate to the spring with precise directions. The rest of the chapter was filled with a list of names, towns and forests but no coupling county. Eric moved down the list to the H’s until he found the name Hardwick, the name of the town they were currently presided. Next to the name was a little cross. Several more were marked with cross, while others were marked with a circle or not at all.

Eric pondered over the markings but his attention was quickly drawn when the dog began to nuzzle at his fingers and whimper, whilst snorting up the smells from Eric’s pocket. Eric reached into his pocket and pulled out a biscuit. The dog immediately bounced about with joy and its tongue swung in the air, flicking saliva around the room. Eric smiled and tossed the biscuit up into the air.  The dog snapped it out of the air, crushing it into dust in its jaws.

As Eric threw another biscuit to the dog, a loud roar of thunder rumbled in the distance. He walked to the window and peered through the thin gap between the boards covering the window. The sky was filled with grey clouds; shedding a monsoon of rain that pummelled ground. Eric looked at the dog, compressed his lips and gently said, “I guess I can’t put you out in all that … it would be a bit cruel.” Eric smiled and ruffled the dog’s fur.

The boy then grabbed the scruff of the dog’s neck and led the dog out of the room of the mirror to another room, which had a working door handle. Eric placed the little charred book on a small bedside table, which was covered with a white sheet. He then carefully gathered the sheets from the furniture. He folded and placed the sheets in the corner of the room, creating bedding for the dog to lie on. But the dog was not impressed and it merely sniffed at the sheets, tilting its head with bemusement.

Eric returned to the bed in the centre of the room and pushed down on the mattress, testing to see if it was still firm. He untied his jacket and announced to the dog, “You can stay for the night.” He hung his jacket over the bedpost and approached the dog, commanding, “You be a good b…” he stopped and gazed around the dog to its back legs, then continued, “girl … and keep quiet. You can go out tomorrow morning, when the rain has stopped—hey?” Eric scratched the dog’s ears again and she happily grunted.

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