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thenextchapter22 · 3 years

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Mail Order… Kitten Girl

Part 5: Pet me please

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks...

Tags: Past Abuse, Past Non/Con, Slavery, Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

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In this chapter: Kitten is lonely, and Simeon stops by for some cuddles...

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

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The house was empty. You were the only one inside of it, and it was so quiet you could hear the echo of your feet when you walked.

Your Master’s had an emergency Student Council meeting and said they would be home later. You were half asleep and when you woke up you were confused, but then slowly remembered that they shook you awake to let you know. But you quickly went back to sleep, too warm and comfy to care.

But now, you were so lonely, and you wish you had woken up more to protest their leaving. Begging worked a lot with your Master’s; they couldn’t resist your sad eyes.

You usually woke up in one of their beds, got morning cuddles and kisses, and, depending on whose bed you were in, you sometimes got special playtime. It was always like that with Asmo, so if you wanted to cum you’d just visit him. He never minded, and his bed was one of the softest of everyone's (Belphie’s attic room with the array of pillows was nice, too, and you loved watching the stars cuddled with one of your Master’s).

Your ears drooped, your tail was dragging behind you, and you felt a little cold. You fingered your collar mindlessly, a pretty pink lace with a pink bow in the center, and there was a bell that they sometimes put on but it annoyed you so it was usually off.

They hadn’t left you alone like this before...

You went to a few of your Masters’ rooms but it was cold even with a pile of blankets, without their body heat or presence it wasn’t the same. You took a few pillows to the living room, one from Asmo’s, one from Belphie’s, and lastly one from Lucifer’s to make a nest of sorts. Then you sat by the fireplace and curled up, trying to nap until they came back, hoping the time would go by quicker.

You felt some tears slip from your eyes as you fell into a fitful sleep.

The room was spinning, and faces meshed together, all of them angry. All of them your Master’s faces.

“She’s so annoying, I’m sick of this.”

“Her stupid tail and ugly ears, ugh, we should send her back.”

“Let’s lock her in a cage like the animal she is.”

You looked around at your Master’s as they sneered at you, their faces blurred by your tears. You tried to speak but no words came out, and you realized they had gagged you, and you couldn’t breathe.

‘Master’s please... I’m sorry!’ You wanted to beg, but it was useless.

Their hands came at you, clawed, large, frightening, and you shut your eyes in terror, waiting for your end, waiting to be treated like ‘they’ had, from before you came here. Here, where you felt loved for the first time since you were an actual kitten.

A large hand gripped your head, and yanked it back, and you screamed behind the cloth they shoved in your mouth.

“Wake up,” a soft voice spoke out, and you felt fingers in your hair, gently carding through.

You shivered, and whined in the back of your throat.

“Shhh, it’s all right now, it was just a nightmare...”

Nightmare...?

You opened your eyes, and they hurt, sore and swollen from crying. When you finally got them open, you saw Simeon, one of the Angel exchange students, crouched down beside you with a kind smile on his face. You only met him a couple times, but he was always nice to you.

“Hello there. Are you all right? That looked to be an awful dream.” He kept combing his fingers through your hair, and stroked behind your limp ears.

You sniffled. “I-I... I was s-scared...” You glanced around, sitting up as you did, mumbling, “master’s...” They were gone, still. You curled your tail around your waist, forlorn.

He hummed, and stood up. You missed his touch, and glanced up at him. “They sent me to watch you while they have their meeting. I’m sorry for taking so long.” He reached his hands down, and you flinched. Simeon frowned. “I won’t hurt you, little one. Let me help you up, and we can sit on the couch for a while.”

“’kay...” you took a hand, and he pulled you from your pillow and blanket nest on the ground. You were a bit unsteady, so he kept his grip on your hand, and helped you curl up on the sofa. You brought your legs up sideways away, and wrapped your tail around your waist again, squeezing randomly. You rubbed your eyes with a fist, and winced.

“Hm, poor thing,” he mumbled, and reached for the tissue box under the side table. He held out the cloth, and before you could grab it, he was gently dabbing your eyes. He tutted when you cried out. “I’m sorry for the pain. We’ll get some cream for your eyes later; it will help the swelling.”

“Thank you...”

He nodded, smiling. “Of course.” The tissue was thrown aside, and he titled his head at you, a question in his blue eyes. “Do you want to talk about it? I'm here if you need anything.”

“No, I don’t wana...” Too many bad memories blurred together. You knew your Master’s wouldn’t treat you like ‘they’ did, but that bad dream felt too real.

Simeon put his hand on your thigh. “I understand.” He glanced at the open doorway, and then at you. “I’ll be back quickly, I promise.” He patted your head once, and left. But he was not gone long, as he said, and came back with a tray. It smelled of sweets, and your mouth watered. You didn’t eat, too sad at being left alone, so now you were starving. Beel would be so angry at you if he found out you forgot to eat breakfast.

“This is why I took so long...” he said sheepishly. “Luke wanted to bake some snacks for you, and they took longer than expected. Do you want some?”

You blushed, and nodded. “Please... smells good...”

“We have some fruit tarts, meringue cookies, and mini French toast bites. What would you like first?” Simeon took a seat next to you, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

You sniffed the air, and smelled sweetness. But the little white fluffs looked good, and you hadn’t had one before.

So, you pointed at them and he nodded. “Ah, these are the merengues. Good choice, one of my favorites, too.”

That made you feel good, somehow.

Simeon held one of the merengue cookies out, and you shyly opened your mouth. Around Simeon you felt different, maybe because he wasn’t one of your Master’s, or because he was an Angel, but you were a little timid, and shy.

He popped the cookie in your mouth, and you loved it. It melted in on your tongue and tasted sweet like cream. You moaned and swallowed it, squirming in delight.

Simeon chuckled. “Do you want another one?”

You nodded, tail flickering happily. “Please,” you whispered, and opened your mouth up to him, eyes wide.

His smile turned sideways, and he carefully placed another on your outstretched tongue. His fingers, gloved with thin black material, slipped on your lips, cool and smooth.

“Mmm, ‘s good~”

He laughed again, and kept hand feeding you little bites. Occasionally his fingers would dip in and touch your tongue, and it was nice, tasting him even with his gloves. He liked it, too, because he kept doing it on purpose. He also gave you some orange juice and water, but that you drank from a cup yourself.

After you had enough, you started to purr, and curled up closer to him. He seemed shocked at first when you climbed onto his lap, but when his hands went into your hair, he simply helped you situate yourself into a ball, your head on his lap, and a blanket over your body.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“Mmmhhmm,” you nuzzled his stomach, and he tensed for a moment. You smelt something different in the air, but then his fingers scratched at your neck, and you moaned. It felt so good. “More,” you begged, pushing up.

He hummed. Being pet always made you feel a little sleepy, and having a full stomach made you more so.

“Are you sleepy, Kitten?” he whispered. “You can take a nap if you’d like.”

“Nap,” you repeated, yawning. “’kay.”

The coolness of his body combined with the heat from the fire, it was all so relaxing. Adding his elegant fingers combing your hair, and rubbing your back in circles, it was pure heaven.

A few minutes later you were on the edge of dreamland, and then a loud bang shocked you out of it for a split second, and you heard Mammon shout, “Kitten, we’re home!”

But you were sleepy, and shut your eyes. Simeon kept petting you, and lulling you to sleep with soft hums. Your Masters were home but you felt too full and too tired to get up. You would greet them later.

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ohtheseboysilove · 5 years

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The sunflower always finds its sunlight VIII [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 4, 200 K +

Warnings : language, mention of deppression, angst, eating disorders, so much drama

Summary : Roger likes Reader since forever but the timing seems to just never be right for them. Reader is still haunted by her past relationship and kept rejecting Roger who know nothing about the abuses she had been victim of. After being rejected for the sixth time, Roger thinks it’s time for him to move on…

Note : finally back and things are moving a lot in this chapter, hope you like it !

☀ Masterlist ☀

The following months had change your relation with Roger, you were living together, obviously it was a big deal. Things haven’t been the easiest, you fought and cried a lots but at least, it was working. Slowly but surely. You had to spend most of your day around Roger, following him the studio practically every day, it was annoying sometimes, feeling a like a kid needed to be watch but it was the truth, you weren’t a kid but you needed someone to stop you from doing these stupid things. Roger wasn’t as soft as he used to be about food, he wasn’t forcing you either but you could see in his eyes that you better eat your plate. It didn’t work every time but you were looking a bit better, less tired and less thin. Your pills to sleep were now working and this was probably the best part, having a complete night of sleep had been a dream for years. You were still fragile but you were surviving for now, Roger was never far, always an eye on you. Sometimes you felt guilty because his whole life was revolving around you, helping you and it made you feel like a burden. But it would be even worse if you ended in a hospital. At least maybe, you hoped, in few months you could go back to your place and gave back the drummer his freedom.

“We’re done for the day, love” Roger’s gentle voice rang to your ear as you blinked slowly, yawning softly and stretching your sore muscles. With your poorly condition, every effort you did was exhausting you and you took nap every where and every time you could, Roger found hilarious how quickly you could fall asleep. “Good nap ?” He murmured as you sat up on the sofa, trying to shake the sleep off your body.

“Mmm, pretty good yeah” You ran a finger in your messy hairs and licked your dry lips, slowly waking up. “Did you make some progress on the album ?”

“We...fought a lot but we’re going in the good direction” He winked and ignored Brian’s death glare toward him. “Let’s go back home, I’m fucking starving” He grabbed your hand and helped you get back on your feet before waving a quick goodbye to the rest of the band, barely giving you enough time to do the same.

“Maybe we could stop and grabbed a pizza at Domino’s ?” You said as you pressed your body against Roger’s to catch some of his warm. Even if it was only the beginning of Autumn, London’s evening were mostly fresh.

“Yeah ? We could buy some of these cookies you like so much” You nodded softly even if the thought of eating greasy food and sugar made your stomach twisted. But the way his face lighted up at your agreement was worth it, you would find a way later.

Roger was making you follow a strict schedule food coming from your nutritionist, to help you gain kilos back quicker and in a healthy way but sometimes, like tonight, he would authorised some cheating. You were glad he did because you loved these pizzas and you were pushing away the thought about how bad it was for your weight, just trying to enjoy a nice evening with Roger like it was before.

You sang softly as the radio was playing a popular song of David Bowie, Roger was driving – never he would let you drive his car – and he parked at the sight of the Domino’s pizza shop, you followed him inside and immediately regretted it. The smell of hot cheese and greasy food was making you sick. The calories of each pizza were hanging on the wall -- next to the ingredients -- and you felt your chest compressed at the numbers. Way too much. The sight of men in the kitchen, putting tones of ingredients on the cooked dough or the oil stains on the pizza boxes wasn’t helping at all.

“Rog, I changed my mind, can we just go back home ?” You murmured as you tugged on his hand, tears pooling in your eyes.

“What’s going on, love ?” He asked you, worry immediately flowing on his face.

“I...I just...it’s too much, I can’t eat that” You breathed. “I thought I could but I can’t, please” He nodded softly and you both made your way out of the shop, your body shaking a bit. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucked up”

“Hey, that’s fine, love. You tried at least, okay ? It was your idea and just that it’s a good new. Let’s go home and have a lighter dinner” You sniffled but let out a little giggle when he pressed a kiss on your neck, tickling you with his hairs. You sat back and you were feeling so much better, pizza wasn’t for today but it was okay. “Remember what your psychologist said ?” Roger asked with a knowing smile.

“One day at a the time” You replied. It was your mantra and you needed to stick to it.

One day at a time, each day is different.

“Roger, seriously !” You groaned when you found again one of this dirty underwear on the bathroom floor. The washing machine was only few meters away but he always let them on the floor anyway. “You’re a fucking pig” You threw it on him as he was seating on the sofa, the band was around to work a bit.

“Hey !” He whined when the underwear ended on his hairs. “You really had to do that ?” He grunted and threw it back at your feet, putting a hand in his hairs.

“And do you really have to let it on the floor ? I’m not your maid Roger” You exclaimed with an annoyed hummed. “And would it kill you to smoke on the balcony ? The smell of cold cigarette is awful” You wrinkled your nose with disgust as the blond crushed his finished cigarette on the ashtray, rolling his eyes.

“Jesus Christ woman, I’m working alright ? I need to smoke if you don’t want me to throw Brian out of our window !” You pinched your lips and collected the empty beer bottles on the coffee table, you couldn’t support the dirt these days, anything to take out of your mind your weight and appetite. Cleaning was your thing. For now. “I can clean that later” He grumbled and you only gave him a death glare, you both knew he would take him days.

You stormed out of the living-room and Roger sighed loudly, his head falling back on the sofa.

“Well, your roommate sound lovely” John joked as he took a sip of his tea.

“We’re fighting for stupid things, it’s exhausting” Roger groaned before chewed furiously in a pastries. He actually had food in his flat because you went shopping when he didn’t have time. Now he was feeling guilty, you were doing a lot for him and he wasn’t really nice sometimes.

“This was a couple fight” Freddie commented, his head bowed as he was writing quickly on a paper. Roger scoffed and crossed his arms. He wished he was right. “Oh don’t give me this pity look Roger, the two of you are acting more and more like a couple every day, it’s absolutely hilarious” The singer slid his pencil on his right ear and patted his bandmate’ shoulder. “She likes you, a lot” He winked and stood up, mumbling something about the tea being too soft.

“We are...not a couple” The blond shrugged and glanced at his two other friends. “Do you think she likes me ?”

“I would say she loves you but it’s only my opinion” Deaky said casually and Roger blushed furiously. “Now, go see her and say your sorry, it must be hard to stay at someone’s else place. Especially when you don’t let her pay any rent, she must feel uncomfortable about that, little genius” Brian nodded, agreeing with Deaky and Roger pouted but jumped on his feet anyway.

The drummer entered the kitchen to find you doing the dishes, fingers rubbing furiously with the sponge on a plate. You pretended to not hear him and quickly dried the plate.

“I’m sorry I let my clothes on the floor. Again” He murmured as he slid his arms around your waist, pressing a small kiss on your ear. “I’m gonna make more efforts, kay ?”

You shivered at his proximity but relaxed like every time you were in his arms.

“It’s your place, Rog, I shouldn’t tell you what to do” You replied and put the plate away.

“It’s our place, (Y/N). You know I love having you around, even when we fight” He squeezed gently your hips. “I like finding you snuggling on the sofa when I come home, it’s less quiet with you here” Your lips curled into a little small and he giggled victoriously. “You’re way prettier when you smile, love. Now, let these dishes here, we’re going out” Another kiss on your hairs and he moved away, closing the water tap.

“Where are we going ?” You asked with an arched brow as you dried your hands on your jeans, feeling better now that Roger and you were on good term again.

“To get some decent dinner, love” He grabbed your wrist and walked back in the living-room as Freddie was pouring more whisky in his tea, smirking when he saw them holding hands. “Guys, we’re going out, don’t wait for us” He ignored royally Brian’s whining and instead, grabbed his jacket and opened the door.

“Oh Bri, let the kids have a bit of fun” You smiled at Freddie’s words and followed eagerly the drummer.

“Love, please” Roger was trying to make you eat your breakfast for the past ten minutes and it was becoming a bit annoying. He didn’t understand that you just couldn’t. “You can’t go to work with nothing but tea in your stomach” He moved his chair next to yours and rubbed your knee softly. You were back to work, only part time but at least you were doing better.

“Rog...not today, please” You looked at the toast covered in butter and apricot jam with pure disgust and instead, took another sip of your hot tea. “I will eat more at lunch” You pleaded but he shook his head, your puppy eyes weren’t working on him anymore, he was taking his role very seriously.

“You know very well that not the good way to do, love” He grabbed a knife from his plate and cut in half your toast before sliding it back to you. “Come on, eat just the half at least”

You sighed and took a bite of the toast and Roger focused back on his breakfast, shoving eggs in his mouth so quickly it made you frowned. Animal. You swallowed with difficulty the bread and drank a big sip to help. The sweet taste was tickling your tongue and even if it was incredibly good, the calories into it was still on your mind. You cursed yourself, you wanted to stop thinking about that. This was the old you.

“I don’t...I don’t really like eating in the morning Rog, it always been like that, not just when I’m...sick” You said in a weak voice, pushing away the toast before leaving the table, not wanting to see his pity gaze.

The next morning, you reluctantly made your way to the kitchen and put the kettle on and froze when you saw Roger was already up. He was always waking up after you, and he only doing it to make sure you ate before leaving for work. He was cutting several fruits in little pieces and slid them into a brand new blender before throwing you a wink behind his shoulder.

“What are you doing ?” You asked and peered above him to see the bananas, strawberries, blueberries and raspberries turning furiously into the blender, almond milk added to the mix. He hummed mysteriously and waited until the mixing was completely liquid before pouring it into a large glass.

“For you” The drummer slid the glass in front of you, putting a straw in the drink with a smile. You blinked a bit surprise and his smile softened. “You said you don’t like to eat but I know you like tea and juice so...smoothie ?” He looked at you expectedly and you took an experimental sip before humming in contentment. It tasted really great. A bit heavy to drink but still better than actually chewing. “Good ?”

“Delicious” You immediately drank more and soon enough you had finish your glass, feeling completely full but pretty good. “You didn’t have to do that Rog, that’s really nice of you. I don’t know what to say” You blushed under his loving gaze and quickly put the glass into the dishwasher.

“Brian gave me the idea, said you could have an entire meal in a drink” Roger shrugged and threw in the bin all the fruits peeling. “And later, I’m gonna call your nutritionist to have several recipes good and healthy for you and –“

You threw your arms around his neck and crashed your lips on his. The kiss didn’t last long, maybe five little seconds but it was enough to make Roger’s eyes almost popped up from his skull. You were as surprise as him. You looked at each other, in awkward silence, waiting for the other to say something.

“I...I’m sorry Rog, I don’t know what take over me” You murmured with flushed cheeks. You couldn’t believe you just kiss him without even thinking about it before. It felt great to not overthink for once. “It’s was just so nice from you, everything you do for me, I...”

The drummer stayed quiet, his blue eyes dazed like he was thinking very deeply about something. It worried you a bit. Roger Taylor was never silent.

“Can you say something ?” You repeated, a nervous smile plastered over your features.

“You should have told me” Roger whined. You furrowed your brows, trying to follow what it was supposed to mean. “You know for how long I’m waiting for this kiss ? Years. And suddenly you decided to kiss me without any warning for a smoothie ? I didn’t even had time to kiss you back !”

You clasped your hands on your mouth to swallow back a laugh, amused by his childish reaction.

“Well...maybe we can do better at our second kiss” You said casually but inside you were screaming. Did you just say that ? You didn’t know what was happening to you but you were very proud of this new (Y/N). Maybe these four months of living with Roger were finally getting you.

“Are you sure ?” The drummer breathed out, the excitement was bubbling into his stomach at your words, this couldn’t be real.

You didn’t answer and instead took two steps to him, until you could feel his breath tickling your face, heart beating loudly against your chest. Maybe you wouldn’t be brave like that before a long time so it was now or never. And it surprise you but you wanted to kiss Roger, you wanted it badly. His delicate lips were parted with surprise and his pretty eyes were looking for any hesitation into your gaze but he found none. He bowed his head a little and brushed almost timidly his mouth on yours, slowly like he was worried you would run away if he intensified the kiss. So you took the matter in your hands and slid them behind his neck and put his on your hips before deepening the kiss, the feeling making the butterflies in your stomach crazy. Roger’s fingers gently squeezed your waist and gave you an Oscar-winning kiss, lips perfectly melting against each other, his warm tongue slid into your mouth and he moaned lowly at the friction. Your brain was totally disconnected and it felt great, the only thing that was mattered at this moment was Roger’s delicious lips kissing you like if his life was depending on it. You broke the kiss when your lungs started to burn at the lack of air and you pressed your head against his, a little chuckle escaping your swollen lips.

“Way much better” Roger murmured, his mouth red and puffy and he ran a tongue on it, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. “I could get use to that” He murmured almost timidly, testing the water to see if it was a one-time thing or you wanted more like him.

“Me too” You replied in a shaky voice, you couldn’t remember why you were afraid to get involve with him in the first place. He would never hurt you in purpose, you knew that and now you almost regretted that you wait so long before kissing him. It felt so right, so warm and intimate, you felt safe and loved.

“Yeah ?” The drummer smiled, his fingers cupping your face and put another quick kiss on your lips, an amused giggle echoing in the room. You rested your head against his shoulder, savouring for few minutes this perfect and unplanned moment before the blond brought you back on earth. “I hate to say that, love but...you better leave now for work before you’re late”

You gasped at the sight of the time on the clock and ran into all the flat, picking your bag and jacket, babbling about how you hated being late and it made Roger laughed.

“I see you this afternoon ?” You asked at the front door, chest panting after all the running. “We could...hum discuss about us”

“You got your appointment with your psychologist after work love, then your yoga course” He tapped the schedule hanging on the door fridge and you cursed, always forgetting something. Yoga classes was Roger’s idea to make you go out of the flat and make some exercise and, surprisingly, it was working, you really liked it. “But tonight Freddie is throwing a massive party, I’m supposed to go but I can cancel and–“

“Can I come ?” Roger seemed surprise but nodded positively immediately. “I mean, I’m feeling better these past days, thanks to you and...yeah, I didn’t see the girls for so long, it could be good for me” You said a bit nervous but he pressed another kiss on your mouth and you forgot all your worries, Roger will be here, everything was going to be fine.

“I’m really proud of you, my love” The drummer murmured against your lips before letting you go with a wink. “See you tonight”

The party was already insane when you stepped a foot inside the giant manor of Freddie. And he wasn’t even here yet ! You called Roger before leaving the flat and he told you they will run a bit late, studio things to do before they were free to go. You spent the first half-hour with Chrissie and Veronica, catching up about each other life and you even told them about the kiss with Roger. They were ecstatic about it, beaming about how good you could be together and that they were happy for you to finally moving on from your complicated past.

Really, everything was fine until you saw Donovan sprawling on a couch with two girls, like he owned the place.

“What he is doing here ?” You murmured to Chrissie, your gaze stuck on his frame, praying he wouldn’t see you. “Who invited him ? Wasn’t he supposed to be back in America ? ”

“Hum, I don’t know but I mean he is still friend with the boys so...” The brunette shrugged, not thinking it was a big deal and took another sip of her red wine, complaining about her husband not still being here.

“You’re okay (Y/N) ?” Veronica put a hand on your shoulder and you swallowed nervously.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just don’t want to see him, that’s all” You lied and chunked down your champagne. You looked toward the front door, praying that Roger would arrived quickly, if he was here, everything would be just easier. “I’m going to take some fresh air” You announced and stood up, Veronica imitated you.

“I’m going with you” She smiled but you could see her concerns in her eyes.

You both walk in silence to the garden, picking the quiet part where no one was here, she was like you with crowd, not really comfortable. You sat on a bench and talked about random subjects for ten solid minutes before she asked the question which was burning her lips for the past hour.

“What happened with Donovan ?” She cursed loudly and sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s probably none of my business but I’m just worried for you. I mean, you’re always a bit...weird when we talk about him, even after all these years”

You gaze fell on your chipped nails polish, wondering what you should answer to veronica. You didn’t want her to think you were still into this man or bitter because you weren’t together anymore but there no way you would tell her the truth either.

“It’s...complicated Ronnie, he was a big part of my young adult life and he...did some things to me which really hurt me and I can’t forgive him so yeah, I don’t really like seeing him because it make me think about these moments and I don’t like that” You mumbled, fidgeting your fingers with the hem of your shirt, praying she would just drop the subject now.

“I can imagine how hard it is for you with the boys still friends with him...I guess they don’t know that, right ?” She asked in a gentle voice, her hand squeezing yours.

“No and I want it to stay like this, okay ?” She nodded and before you could add something, the man of the conversation walked into the garden, wearing his brighter smile.

“Hey ladies” He winked at Veronica and grabbed her hand to give it a light kiss. “You look dashing, my dear” Veronica gave him an awkward smile and furrowed her eyebrows when she saw Chrissie coming right after him.

“Donovan wanted to see you (Y/N)” She said with a little smile, not sure if it was a good idea but maybe having a discussion with him could be good for you. She couldn’t know it was the last thing you needed.

“I think we need to talk, Chrissie told me you still hate me after all these years since we broke up” He sat next to you and threw an arm around your shoulders, making you shivered. “We used to be such good friends before our relation went...down. It’s such a shame we can’t forget that and just move on” Your stomach was twisting with hate and disgust for this man, he was a very good actor for sure and Chrissie was falling right for it.

“I think it’s a good idea, I mean, since he decided to move back in London, we are going to see him a lot with the boys ! It’s the best if the both of you could stay in the same room without killing each other” She beamed and you were sure your face lost two shade of colour at her words.

“You’re back in London ?” You asked in a shaky voice, the weight of his arm on your body was making you froze.

“Yeah, miss my friends and family. Miss you too (Y/N), we had a lot of fun together and honestly, you’re more beautiful than I remember” Donovan grabbed your fingers and interlaced them with his and the girls exchanged a look between them. “Could you give us a moment, ladies ?” He winked at her and gave them his best charming smile so they nodded and left, Veronica glanced at you one last time but followed Chrissie anyway.

“We have a lot to catch, don’t we ?” His smirked made your sick and the old fear you used to feel around him came back in a matter of second.

Roger sighed happily when they finally arrived at Freddie’s place. He wanted to see you so badly, thought about you all day. About that kiss. And the us you said. He was on cloud nine. He went straight to the garden, the quiet spot, he knew it was your favourite place of the house. Especially when Freddie was hosting big party like this one. He was about to open the window to enter when he saw you. And Donovan was here too. Your back were pushed against a tree and the brunette was between your legs, body flushed against yours, kissing you ferociously.

His heart dropped into his chest, airs knocking out his lungs at his worst nightmare right playing under his eyes. Your hands were pressing against his torso, one of his hand cradling your face to deepen the kiss. The sight made him sick. You said you didn’t have any feelings left for Donovan but apparently it wasn’t true. The drummer pinched his lips and wiped away his glassy eyes before making his way back inside, feeling absolutely devastated. And highly stupid.

If Roger had arrive a minute before he would have saw you falling on the grass after Donovan had punch you right in the face. He would also see that he forced you into this kiss and that you were only trying to push him away. Not kissing him back.

But Roger arrived too late and left too soon to see you escaped from his tight grip, face swollen and soaked with tears.

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Can you talk on the phone while having the tv/radio on? not really ^^”

Describe your teeth: ugh...

Whats the longest youve lived without electricity? days, maybe weeks, no longer than 2

Name all the types/brands of cigarettes you have tried: RGD blue

What is one thing you stand strongly for? hmm... I’m weak

If you could be the owner of one site what would it be? old polyvore :( I’d keep it

What does your doormat say? sadly nothing

What is something you always have in your fridge? light lol

What age can you not wait for? I’m not looking forward to growing older wtf

Name all the drugs you’d never do: I don’t plan to try any illegal substances nor even cigarettes or alcohol

What is the most alcohol you’ve drank in a night? half a mug of absynth while I was on meds that I shouldn’t mix with it :x

What street sign do you find totally pointless? round ones have no points lmfao *dry humor

Do you like water? but drink or what?

Would you ever be a zoo keeper? maybe Do you like the name Mia? it reminds me of Mamma mia and I disliked this movie as I’m not fan of musicals so... Do you have pictures in your room of your friends and you? just parents and dog, not even grandma’s anymore Would you like to live in Canada? no Do you want to be a mouse? dunno When was the last time you had a date? recently Are you in a poke war on Facebook? it reminds me of Sebastian :x Aren’t penguins cute? they’re fine Would you rather have your friends at your house or you at theirs? have friends over is cool if not my mother and mess (and covid now too of course) as going out is a struggle True or false: Life is unfair. sigh... Do you have curtains in your living room? What do they look like? we do, they’re like golden/yellowish/beige

Are you a fan of Star Wars? huge

Do you hate when people don’t capitilize the beginning of the sentence? I do it all the time True or False: Justin Bieber is gay. he’s married to a female, he was dating a gal before too, it’s unlikely

Are you worried about how much paper and water we use? mhm

Did you ever take a computer class in school? we all had to Would you like to sit around and do nothing all day? mmm :3

Mini skirts, jeans or both? neither Are you good at come backs? better than when I was a kid fo sho! When’s the last time you watched the news? I don’t even remember Do you really think that the number 13 is unlucky? it’s my dad’s lucky number Personality or looks? personality is 90% + I don’t count sex - just women exclusively Do you ever dance around your room when your by yourself? at times Do you hate the cold? very, brrr How long can you hold your breath for? about a minute? What’s something you seem to run out of often? ... Do you think that there really is someone out there for all of us? not for every human being Do you think Cookie Monster is cute? it’s alright Do you ever wish you were a bird? yes Have you ever had a dream where you killed someone? I fight a lot of ppl in my dreams Do you ever wish on your eye lashes? I believe they’re sent by those who think about you instead Do you ever make up stories in your head and wish they come true? some of them only Do you look at people in the eyes when you talk to them? usually not when I talk which makes them think I’m lying, I prefer to look them in the eye when I listen Which is worse: stuffy nose or runny nose? runny nose is worse Do you think it would be cool to be part of the royal family? it would be easier in some ways, harder in others, guess it could be worthy after all? Do you have to wear a belt with your pants? I don’t own/wear any Do you think your last relationship was a disaster? I’m taken rn True or False : You were born in March false Do you wear hats in the winter? I do, it’s cold

Are you looking forward to the new year? sorta Are you afraid that one day you may get cancer? I know I will Which is worse : Dentist or doctor? doctor

Do you hate when the radio overplays a song? that’s one of the reasons I don’t listen to the radio What’s your least favorite thing that begins with the letter C? chronic illnesses? Do you wish you could walk on water? how would I take a bath then? Which is your favorite symbol : ! @ $ % ^ & * ( ) ? ? Do you like your legs? they’re not the worst Would you rather visit London or Paris? London Twilight or Harry Potter? HP if I have to choose any Do you have a big nose? I heard I do, they were calling me NOSE in middle school Can you rap? nah Do you like the number 4? meh What color is your bike? my push scooter is green ;) Have you ever tried to count the stars? I don’t think so Are you not over someone? apparently as we’re dating

Have you kissed someone today? not today Have you taken a painkiller today? nope Have you had a nap today? neither If you’re currently in a relationship - do you think it will last? I’m afraid not ;( *covid, my issues, our differences etc. - everything can fuck it up and probably will I try to enjoy the moment but it will break us hard sooner or later and I’m getting used to the tought even tho she asks me not to give up (I don’t plan to but I worry she might) I’m gonna miss what we have... if this relationship won’t work I’m not gonna look for anybody new ever What would you wear if you were being taken out to dinner tonight? how fancy? Do you take your Christmas decorations down before or after New Years? after, before my birthday Have you made a large purchase today? no Have you ever had a migraine? it’s a disease, you either have it or not, that’s not just a single headache Have you locked your front door today? my parents are outside muahahaha Have you been awake before sunrise today? noooooooo

Do you normally eat dessert? nope Do you think you could be happy if you had to live with only nine outfits? not during winter Do you watch sunrises? barely ever Do you wake up before the sunrise? when I can’t sleep Do you watch sunsets? not interested

What would you paint on a pumpkin? why not carve? Do you ever imagine you are richer than you are? when planning my dream apartment Do you ever imagine that you live in an entirely different world? kind of Would you rather change your first name or your middle? I have no middle name, I could add one or change first, whatever Do you wish your last name was more interesting? more like shorter If you wrote a novel, would you give the characters ordinary names? it varies Do you worry too much? I’m a worrier What’s your favorite leaf color? green Do you wonder if you have super vision? I have a very good vision which is weird knowing how much I read in the past and how long I sit in front of the computer Do you like the smell of autumn leaves? not a fan If you were a singer, what would you sing and write songs about? sad stuff Would you rather be a dancer or a musician? musician

Where do you put your keys when you get home? not gonna tell you

Are you expecting any phone calls or emails? what if I win the contest?...

What does a successful relationship look like to you? success is when ppl die together (I mean not the same time but when they get older together) and not just because they had to, relationship is more than getting used to and coping - it’s happiness out of being together even if everything around is shit, you know what I mean?

What is the best house you’ve ever lived in? I’ve never moved

Do you look in the mirror before you leave the house? if I need to

Have you ever seen someone quit their job in a dramatic way? nope?

What was the last email you received? spam

Do you know someone who speaks without a filter? less filters than most but it also depends on who they’re talking to and what about

Are you the youngest, middle or eldest child in your family? youngest

What’s something you’ve been meaning to do but keep putting off? I’m a procrastinator so don’t even ask

What’s the first thing you check on your phone at the start of the day? fb messenger

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worddevdealswithml · 5 years

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Side Effects Include: Empathy

Chapter 10:

As the wave passed her, Ladybug didn’t notice anything different, at first, and then it seemed almost like her brain was stretched, memories suddenly sliding back into place, day by day, week by week.

She groaned as she rapidly experienced a dozen Akumas at once, and practically staggered under the weight of everything she’d forgotten.

The worst part was the feeling that that must have been the last thing she’d forgotten, only for the memories to keep flowing, always feeling for a bare instant like the present, before aging immediately into memories.

She could see Chat Noir, not quite as badly buckled under the stress.

He put a hand up to his head, as if it was aching, and for a second, just stood there.

Then, with a gasp, he straightened up. He looked at her with an expression she couldn’t make out, eyes watering as they were.

Suddenly, he stepped forward, and put a hand on her shoulder. She could feel him shudder, probably from runoff emotions from her developing memories.

“Okay,” he said, letting out a shaky breath, “Okay, come on, Ladybug, you’ve got to get transformed back.”

“But… But you’re still hheee…” the word trailed off, caught up in the torrent of memory.

“I know, I know, I’ll leave, it’s fine,” he said, the words coming out with the nervous speed of someone afraid of losing their place. “Just… get into the classroom, so nobody sees it.”

He pulled, gently, and she followed, trying to focus on his hands on her arm.

The passed a doorway; the classroom? Right. That’s where he’d said.

“Okay. Now, remember,” he said, “as soon as I leave, spots off. Can you do that.”

She tried to focus, and… She nodded, slowly, “As… As soon as you leave, spots… spots…” she staggered forward, “spots off.”

She barely felt the suit vanish, didn’t even know whether he was still there. Instead, she winced, as several lines of pain burned across her body.

She let out a groan, unable to hold it back, and fell to her knees, and then, barely able to stop herself from smacking her head on the ground, fell to her hands and knees.

And then, the stream of memories stopped, and she was just Marinette, flopped the rest of the way against the ground.

She wasn’t sure how long she was lying there, just… Unable to make herself move.

They’d… Won, hadn’t they? The memories after Lila had started erasing her memories were blurred, at best, but she’d purified an Akuma, right? Or had that been one from days, or weeks, or months, or… Had it just been some other Akuma?

Surely not. She remembered seeing Lila turn back to normal.

Lila… should she be worried? Lila could easily be following her into the classroom, trying something desperate, but Marinette… Honestly, at this point, she wasn’t sure she had it in her to care about it.

She wanted to sleep, but… She let out the barest trace of a laugh; it was only lunchtime. Too early for a nap. Well, unless it was a siesta. That might be fun.

She was vaguely aware of footsteps.

Hopefully not…

“Marinette?” came Adrien’s voice.

He didn’t know where Lila had gone; probably away, somewhere, but there was little telling. He wasn’t a skilled tracker, and she could have gone just about anywhere.

He knelt beside Marinette, resting a hand on her back, not sure whether it was to comfort her, or see how she was doing.

He feels a soft warmth spread through her, the confusing blur of returning memories seemingly finished, but she’s too tired even for embarrassment, or fear, or confusion, or… Anything, really. Well, too tired, or she just doesn’t realize it’s him. He makes out what seems to be pain, but even that’s muted.

Marinette seems to be spent.

He can’t blame her. After everything, and especially after facing down an Akuma, untransformed… Well, he’d be lying on the ground too.

He sits down next to her, letting his hand rub slow circles on her back.

She lets out a soft groan, and he can feel her mind sinking into… Unconsciousness?

Well, she deserves a rest.

A few seconds pass, and her breathing goes slow, and even. He realizes that she probably can’t even feel his hand at this point, and…

He pulled his hand away, and just… Sat there, back bent, arms rested on his knees, in the manner of a warrior at the end of a long battle. Considering how much time he’d reexperienced, it might as well have been a long battle.

Marinette was Ladybug.

He should have been excited, jubilant, even.

Instead, he was on the verge of lying back next to her and joining her in her nap. Maybe, if he left an arm lying across her, they’d end up in the same dream, like had happened with Plagg. Maybe he could let her know about… but he had no reason to sleep, did he. Not as far as anyone else was concerned.

Marinette was Ladybug.

He’d been sure of it just from how Marinette felt around Chat Noir, and then… Well, it wasn’t either of their faults that she’d detransformed just then. She’d been on the verge of passing out, and experiencing memories at thousands of times their normal speed.

So… What now? What did he-

Alya bolted into the room, followed almost instantly by Nino.

They froze, staring at him, and, beside him, Marinette.

They didn’t say anything, both seemingly at a loss for words.

“Marinette’s okay,” he said, “Or… Well, she will be. She’s… Asleep, I think.”

Alya lets out a shaky breath. “She just… Fought her.”

“Did you see what happened?” said Nino.

“I… Yeah. Chat Noir showed up, and then so did Ladybug, and Marinette… Well, I lost a few days of memories, and she… Probably lost a lot more. But, mine are back, and I’m sure hers will be too, once she wakes up.”

“Okay. Okay. And… She’s fine? Otherwise, I mean?”

“I… I think so. Getting my memories back was unpleasant, but that’s about the worst of it for me. She didn’t look hurt, either, from what I saw.”

He looked over, and… There was a scratch on her arm, small, but definitely there.

“Then again…”

He should check, shouldn’t he?

Marinette barely even reacted as he turned her onto her back, and he barely sensed anything from touching her.

He saw the red lines across her face, first, but there didn’t even seem to have been any blood drawn. Then, the red mark on her thigh, a nasty-looking gash, but… Even that seemed to have already scabbed over, courtesy of the Ladybugs, no doubt.

He nodded, slowly. “Yeah…”

Alya laughed, almost ruefully, leaning up against the wall, and sliding slowly down it, “She always gets on my case for running after villains to get video. Then she does this.”

“So… Now what?” said Nino, “Do we just… Oh, uh, dude, did you check to make sure the voicemail was still there?”

“I… Right. Yeah.”

Barely even able to hope nothing’s went wrong, Adrien opened his voicemails.

One new message.

He taps it.

“-Marinette,” came Lila’s voice

A long silence.

“Back in the same bathroom,” said Marinette, “and I imagine you’ve come to threaten me.”

“Mmm… Something like that,” responded Lila

He closed the message before he was forced to listen to it.

His memories kept coming back to the very end. Marinette’s had too, by all appearances. The message was there. Of course it was. Lila hadn’t even gotten the chance to focus on the phone.

“It feels… Weird, the idea of just sending it to everyone,” said Alya.

“Yeah, but… I mean, the more people know, the harder of a time she’ll have ever trying anything again,” said Adrien

“What about everybody feeling betrayed,” said Nino, sitting down with his back to his desk, “I mean, I know I’m not feeling too good right now.”

“You mean… More villains?” said Adrien, and groaned. “You’re right. Either we do it now, and hope Hawkmoth isn’t up for another one, or… We wait, and… Well, whatever we do, we should tell everyone at once. He usually only Akumatizes one person at a time, so unless we’re getting Scarlet Moth again, that’s the safest option.”

“Yeah… Do we know how he did that?” said Nino.

“Best guess… He used his own Miraculous on himself,” said Alya, “but… I’m assuming there’s some reason he couldn’t do it every time, or he’d have been doing it.”

“So, what, we tell Mme. Bustier, and she tells the whole class that one of the people they trusted most is a liar and… Whatever it is that makes you do… any of that.” Adrien groaned. “Or do we just send out a copy of it and hope they get the message?”

“I… I think we have to. It’s the only way they’ll believe us,” said Alya. “Can your phone export messages?”

“Um, probably?” said Adrien. “Hang on…”

When Marinette woke up, it was to a class half full.

Adrien, Nino, and Alya, were speaking solemnly to Mme. Bustier. Adrien had his phone out.

The people who were already in the class were mostly staring blankly at their phones, some scared, some pale. Those who weren’t were giving her concerned looks.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and silently went to her seat.

There wasn’t a lot of teaching, the rest of that day, and there was even less learning; well, not much learning except…

Anyway.

Marinette, for her part, barely noticed any of it.

She’d been so confident this morning. Of course, she’d been right to, technically; she’d won, after all.

Still, the memories, for all they’d been erased, had come back just as vivid, and just as unnerving.

Hours passed, and she barely even said hello to her parents before collapsing on the chaise in her room, unable to muster the energy to climb the ladder.

“Marinette,” said Tikki, gently, “are you okay?”

“Mmm…” said Marinette, “I’m tired, Tikki.”

Tikki sighed. “I know you’re tired, Marinette, but… Are you okay?”

“I… I’ll be okay,” she said, managing a faint laugh at her kwami’s concern. “You know me…”

“I do know you, Marinette. I know how much pressure you’re under, too.”

“That’s why I’m resting.”

There was a long silence, and then Tikki patted her lightly on the back.

“Alright.”

And rest she did.

To an eye focused on movement, Marinette was just a part of the scenery. At various points throughout the day, a red blur zipped across the room, vanished, reappeared with cookie, went outside for a bit to take in the sights, reappeared, vanished again,

Minutes passed, and Marinette barely moved.

An hour, and the casual viewer would begin to wonder if she was alive, though the astute viewer would see that she was still breathing.

After the first few hours, she started moving in her sleep again, seemingly more… Awake, in her sleep, than she had been.

Midway through hour three, when she failed to appear for dinner, her mother poked her head in, and covered her with a blanket.

When Marinette finally woke up, it was to a numb left arm, a mouth that was frankly unhappy, and a serious case of bedhead, or… Well, chaise-head, she supposed.

She groaned and pulled herself upright, no thanks to her utterly useless left arm, shaking her head at the truly off taste of her mouth.

Surely she had a water bottle in here, or… She blinked at the clock.

1 AM.

Of course it was.

Really, she should… Just get into her bed, and let the rest of the night pass. By all rights, considering how often she’d stayed up late for superhero business, she was owed the extra sleep.

Well, she had a water bottle on her desk, because when she got into a groove, she wasn’t getting up for anyone. So, of course, there was that.

She unscrewed the cap, a bit awkwardly, since her other hand was still only just coming back, and took a drink.

Lukewarm, of course, but as she breathed in after the swig, she felt almost normal, again.

Great.

A short jaunt to the bathroom, and back to her room, and Marinette was faced with a choice.

Of course, she’d lost hours of daylight, so maybe she should gain it back now, and… But then, she’d have become nocturnal. Surely nobody wanted that, except maybe Hawkmoth.

Then again, she could sleep.

Yeah.

Yeah, a bit more sleep wouldn’t do her any harm, right?

But first… The day had been warm, and it seemed like the same cozy warmth that had wrapped her up with her blanket was still following her, leaving her, frankly, a bit less than thrilled at the prospect of more blankets.

Probably best she got a bit of fresh air, first.

She could open a window, but then… What was the point of a balcony, if you didn’t use it?

She climbed up, and out, taking a deep breath of the comparatively cool air.

Even this late, Paris was still beautiful. Streetlights glowed down below, and out across the city, distant and dim as if to invite the viewer to ask whose they were.

Marinette, eyes half closed, smiled.

Usually, if she was up this late, it was life or death.

Tonight, her life was as safe as ever, and death was the furthest thing from her mind…

At least, death was far from her mind, until she turned, and almost died from shock at the sight of Chat Noir reclining on her balcony, fast asleep.

She strangled the scream, and just… stared.

“Huh.”

#ML #Miraculous Ladybug #ML Fanfic #Miraculous Fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #Adrien Agreste #Side Effects Include: Empathy

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kumkaniudaku · 5 years

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Un-Thinkable

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Sexual Content (18 +)

Written By: @kumkaniudaku and @justanotherloveaffair

Author’s Note

Recommended Listening: Unthinkable (I’m Ready) x Alicia Keys (ft. Drake)

Even the most beautiful things must, unfortunately, come to an end.

At the dawn of the next morning, as CoCo and Chad lay side by side in the calm silence of their villa’s bedroom, the creeping realization that they would have to leave paradise to return to the often difficult hustle and bustle of normal life attempted to put a damper on the time spent together.

Rolling over to address his wife, Chadwick found Tasha already awake and staring at the ceiling in deep thought.

“Mornin’, baby,” he spoke in a hoarse whisper as he shuffled closer to her body. CoCo answered with a distracted greeting of her own, prompting Chadwick to make up the slack in the conversation. “What you thinking about?”

Sighing deeply, she turned on her side to face him, “Let’s just stay here. We can fly the kids out and live here for the next year. I planned it out this morning.”

“Are you being serious,” he laughed.

“Very. I’m sure there are schools for Micah. We’d, of course, have to convert to the national religion, but that’s okay. We can work on that.”

“Okay, I’m sensing something else is up. C’mon and talk to me about it.” Chadwick listened to CoCo whine as he shifted himself into an upright position against the headboard and opened his arms. It was a tradition in their relationship for matters of the mind and heart to be discussed with Tasha straddling her husband’s lap to bring them face to face in a position that offered limited opportunities for movement. The practice was mostly to stop CoCo from walking away from difficult conversations as their shared therapist suggested.

In traditional fashion, she sat up to swing her leg over his lap and settle her bottom half onto his lap. A tinge of excitement rolled through both of them as flashbacks of all other encounters in the same position flashed behind their eyes. This wasn’t one of those times, so they quickly returned to reality.

“Okay, spill it. What’s on your mind, Cookie?”

“I don’t really want to. It’s nothing, I promise.”

“For some reason, I don’t believe that. So, before I resort to more drastic measures, I’ll ask you to spill it one more time.”

CoCo’s head tilted in confusion, earning a playful eyebrow raise from Chadwick who maintained eye contact. She had no idea what his “drastic measures” were, but knowing the lengths he’d gone to before to get her share her thoughts, CoCo let out a sigh of surrender that signaled that he had one the silent battle.

“I...I just,” she stammered, playing with her fingernails and avoiding Chadwick’s gaze. “I don’t want this to end. We’re in a good place, listening to and understanding each other, and I know what the stress of life back home can do when we aren’t paying attention to us.”

“Come here, baby.” Chadwick’s fingers lightly grazed the warm skin of his wife’s thighs before dancing up her arms to pull her chest to his. She settled into the embrace and closed her eyes, preferring to listen to the steady thump of his heart in his chest.

“We’ve had our moments where we...didn’t treat each other the best. But staying in the Maldives, no matter how beautiful it is won’t stop one of those moments from coming around again.”

“Eh, save your logic and tell me what I wanna hear,” she groaned in the crook of his neck as her head rested on his shoulder.

He laughed at her childish response before kissing her forehead. “What I’m saying is, we can’t predict what will happen when we get back home and we can’t avoid it by staying here. What we can do, is take this feeling, bottle it up, and save it for those times when home feels like Hell instead of paradise.”

“Even the sex?”

“Oh, that’s what I was talking about. Were you referring to something else?” CoCo playfully pushed his chest in the midst of their shared laughter. Chadwick caught her smaller hand in his and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss.

“We don’t need to stay in this place to listen to each other and create moments that are just for us. All we need is the feeling.”

“And once a month, we could get someone to look after the kids so we make good on the promise we made yesterday.”

“Especially that. I have some thigh high socks on the way to our mailbox as we speak.”

“Oooooh, should I get a cheer outfit too? Something short and tight?”

“Mmm,” he moaned into the top of her head with his eyes closed. “Don’t tempt me, girl. I’ll make a call as soon as we land.”

The mere thought of living out his locker room fantasy set off a slow shift in the conversation, returning to the lusty haze that had characterized much of their trip. But, instead of letting their bodies become lost in the sensation of one another, husband and wife set off to make the best of their final day of leisure.

Niha arranged a guided tour of Male, the capital of the nation, opening their eyes to the customs and culture of the island. Two hours of stories from local business owners and working class members provided a tremendous amount of perspective that had been missing from the trip as they enjoyed life as tourists. A return to their tiny corner of the Earth introduced imassage therapists from the resort to greet them for a relaxing couple’s massage that added the figurative cherry on top of the vacation banana split.

As the early afternoon continued, Chadwick was grateful for the two-hour window of alone time during his wife’s nap that gave him the opportunity to revisit an old idea. A few short conversations and a package drop off quickly put Chadwick’s plan into motion, leaving time for more meaningful preparation on his end.

Chadwick, though normally conspicuous due to his height and star power, moved around the villa in stealth silence, retrieving items to place in carefully planned spots. Handwritten notes containing instructions one by one littered areas that were sure to fall along Tasha’s path when she woke up to find him gone.

If one were to ask his wife about her feelings toward surprises, they’d be met with a lengthy diatribe about her disdain for the “extra” practice. But, Chadwick knew his wife appreciated a well thought out surprise, and as he examined the tea lights lining a walkway from the bed to the bathroom and back to the sun deck, he felt confident that he’d receive a positive reaction.

Shortly after Chadwick disappeared from the villa to tie up loose ends in another location, Tasha’s eyes fluttered open in a fight to return from the clutches of her nap.

“Please, babe, don’t let me take another nap. I haven’t slept this much since I was pregnant.” CoCo continued to speak, giving a rundown of her dream as she ambled to the bathroom to relieve herself. Noticing a lack of response from her husband, she popped her head back into the main area.

“Aaron, are you listening to me? Chad? Oh hell, they done took my man!” Picking up the pace, CoCo made a dash for the bed to search for her phone. Her frantic search brought forth a small note scribbled with familiar handwriting.

“I’m gonna kill him,” she whispered to herself with a smile before reading aloud.

Here’s another one of those surprises you hate. Go take a shower. You need one.

Tasha scoffed at Chadwick’s implication that she stunk but quickly sniffed inside her shirt to find herself smelling less than pleasant. She made quick work of gathering underwear and other shower essentials before reaching the en suite to handle her business. Toni Braxton flowed from the small speakers of CoCo’s iPhone as she took her time cleansing with a glass of wine resting on the edge of the tub. Thoughts of what was to come made her giddy with excitement. Would he arrange another extravagant demonstration or would their last night be more intimate?

Reminding herself that the only thing holding her back from finding out was the time wasted in the bathtub, she quickly showered to move into hair and makeup. Another note greeted her at the “his and hers” sink across the room.

I’m sure it’s been an hour since you read the last one. There’s something for you in the closet. Don’t take too much time getting dolled up. I can’t wait to see you.

Always a lover of gift big and small, CoCo high stepped to the closet she hadn’t noticed up to this point and swung open the doors. On the only hanger available hung a flowing chiffon gown in a yellow hue that Chadwick knew would compliment his wife’s bronze skin. The structured strapless neckline accompanied off-shoulder sleeves and a ruched waist to accentuate her curves. A high slit added variation to the floor length garment, making CoCo contemplate ditching the panties she had planned for the night. Although the dress was the undisputed star of the show, Chadwick supplied the pair of Gucci sandals Tasha had been raving about for weeks.

A short and animated dance of approval broke out as CoCo stood in her towel shaking her ass in the nearby floor length mirror. That display of excitement continued in random spurts during her makeup and hair routine depending on the song playing in the background.

“I, too, hope to have sex on the ceiling,” she informed Sevyn Streeter in the middle of the song’s chorus. “The ceiling, the floor, the wall… I want it all!”

Tasha smiled at her unintentional rhyme and filed it into her mental library of reasons she should start a new career as a rapper before settling for the gloss in her hand over matte lipstick.

When she was zipped into her dress and preparing to pull her new shoes from their box, CoCo noticed a third note waiting for her.

I got these because you liked them, but I doubt you’ll need them for where we’re going. Go for something flat or no shoes at all. We’ll put these to work another day ; ).

CoCo was equally impressed and intrigued as she placed the shoes back in their box and opted for the pair of sandals she had stashed away for a more formal gathering. A short walk to the back deck presented Tasha with a note full of directions on how to locate her man.

“What in the hell are paces, Aaron,” she laughed while reading the instructions in her head. After a few feet, her path became literally etched in the sand. Hand drawn arrows pointed her in the right direction until the soft sounds of recorded string instruments grew louder.

At the end of the manmade runway stood Chadwick and his award-winning smile. Behind him, a lush dinner set up featured all the bells and whistles. Candles and red wine sat atop an ornately decorated table with a bouquet of the Maldives’ country flower, pink roses.

Tasha kept her eyes on her husband as she kicked off her sandals and sauntered closer to the man of her dreams. She was the first to speak.

“I told you I don’t like surprises.”

Chadwick caught the hint of a smile on CoCo’s face and returned it while reaching for her outstretched hand. “Punish me later, baby. I deserve it.”

“What you deserve is a kiss for looking so good and planning all of this.” Her hands slid out of Chadwick’s and up his forearm until they were anchored on his biceps.

Their lips came together for a sweet, lingering kiss before they pulled back to smile at each other.

“Happy Birthday, baby. Will you join me for dinner?”

“I’d be a fool not to.”

Chadwick led the way to the table, pulling the chair out for CoCo when they arrived before taking the seat across from his wife.

Together they enjoyed a light appetizer and sang along to the R&B playlist prepared for the night. When the main course arrived, the couple found themselves on a walk down memory lane as they recounted stories of their time as “platonic” friends.

“I’ll tell you this, Co. You were 5’9” and maybe 135 pounds soaking wet with weights on your ankles, but you were always trying to fight somebody.”

“Oh, please. I push a girl one time in the club and now I’m some heavyweight boxer,” CoCo questioned as she waved her hand to dismiss Chadwick’s claims.

“Baby...no. I’ve seen you go toe-to-toe with a guy you thought had a problem with me. That was a week after you threatened to beat up your team’s grad trainer.”

“She was a racist! She called me ‘girl’ every practice.”

“Taylor was white and from Wisconsin. She was trying to make friends and thought calling you ‘girl’, like your teammates did, was normal.”

Tasha took a long sip of her wine and shrugged, “Okay, you’re right. I should send her a basket or something to apologize. I’ve changed for the better since then.”

“You have and I’m proud of you. Cheers to mellowing out unless someone messes with the kids.”

“And my man.”

With a laugh, their glasses touched at the rim before they downed the remaining merlot colored liquid. Tasha handled their third refill while Chadwick watched her with a distant smile.

“You know we never talked about...the kiss.”

“Which kiss? We kiss a lot.”

CoCo was being intentionally dim which Chadwick noticed before kissing his teeth.

“Don’t play. The kiss in New York. We just let it happen when we should’ve discussed it.”

“Well, let’s discuss it now.”

Chadwick was taken aback by his notoriously resistant wife’s urging to discuss a sensitive matter.

“How did you feel afterward? When I saw you the next morning, you looked unphased.”

“I was far from that,” Tasha laughed over her wine glass. “I was terrified because I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Get your hopes up?”

“You had just broken up with your girlfriend of two years. I felt like the rebound. Then, when you didn’t say anything, I knew it was true.”

Reaching across the table, Chadwick grabbed both of Tasha’s hands to bring them to his mouth for a kiss.

“You have not been and will never be my second option.” Tasha felt her face heat up at her husband’s sincerity, her whole being tingling from the broad smile on his face. “I gotta tell you a secret though, baby.”

“I’m all ears.”

“After that kiss, I thought some absolutely filthy shit about you. Man, it was nasty. I don’t even wanna share because it was that nasty.”

Their shared laughter could be heard over the soft music and crash of the waves. CoCo used her napkin to dab tears from her eyes while catching her breath.

“Is this where locker room fantasy came from?”

“No, that came when I met you. Your practice outfits were a sight to be seen.”

Chadwick dove head first into a description of outfits that Tasha had long forgotten, obviously embellishing his favorite details to draw a laugh from his wife. Their flirting continued and intensified through a shared dessert and an invitation to walk to another location located further down the shore.

Hand in hand, the couple strolled along the wet sand, feeling the water splash against their feet and recede at a steady pace. The setting sun painted a beautiful mural of purple and pink in the darkening sky and the once humid temperatures began to cool into a bearable breeze.

“Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be here doing this with you.”

Chadwick peeled his eyes from the waves to acknowledge his wife with a smile. “Are you happy?”

“I am...something I can’t even describe with words right now. All I can say is thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome, baby. I don’t think this could’ve been more perfect. Even with my original plan when we were dating.”

“Sounds like you have another secret to tell me,” CoCo teased as she allowed Chad to pull her closer to his body.

“It’s not much of a secret anymore,” he laughed. “I was going to propose to you here. I had it all planned out from top to bottom, but when I came to your place for dinner, I couldn’t wait. So, I asked you then and saved the trip for another time.”

“You were about to pull out all the stops for little ol’ me?”

Tasha’s exaggerated southern accent made Chadwick laugh a deep belly laugh, “And you wonder where Mikey gets it from.”

“Whatever! Now, tell me the whole plan! Start to finish.”

“Okay, close your eyes for me.” Tasha did as she was told while Chadwick moved behind her to turn her body toward the sea. “I planned for a similar setup. We’d eat and walk for a bit. Then, when the clock hit a certain time, I would stop and get on one knee.”

“Ooooh romantic! Keep going.”

Chadwick smiled and shook his head though his wife couldn’t see.

“Then,” he started as he took a knee. “I’d tell you how much you mean to me. I’d tell you how I fumbled countless chances to make us a reality, but asked God for one more opportunity to get it right. I want to do life with you forever. Will you marry me?”

Tears had long begun a slow descent down her cheeks, but Tasha was far from sad. The smile on her face could tell anybody with eyes that her tears were another outward manifestation of her joy. The question still made her stomach flutter after several years of holy matrimony.

Turning on her heels, she found Chadwick looking up at her with the same hopeful twinkle in his eye from years ago.

“Hell yeah, I’ll marry you!”

Excitement propelled her body into his arms as they shared short kisses interrupted by giggles.

“And then you’d jump into my arms and we’d make love on the beach. I didn’t think about the moments in between that, but you were definitely naked in my dreams.”

“Someone has a public sex fantasy! It’s way tamer than mine.”

“Corporate Tasha wants to get it in outside?”

“When I was in college, I may or may not have had this fantasy of being, erm, “taken” by a fine young man on a hotel balcony during Spring Break in an extremely graphic nature. You may know him actually. About 6’3”, slim, his first name rhymes with Had-zick.”

Tasha’s eyebrows wiggled suggestively, a gesture that Chadwick returned with a smile.

“I think I might know him, but he’s with the woman of his dream right now, so he’s a little busy.”

“Mmmm.” Tasha hummed as her husband took a moment to shower her temple in short kisses. “It’s probably best we don’t live out that fantasy. Can you imagine the headlines if we would’ve gotten caught on the boat?”

“Black Panther Beach Backshots or some shit. You know how Twitter likes to get.”

“I’d be ashamed, embarrassed for our family, but…” Tasha nodded to herself with a little smile, imagining the social media reaction, “Proud.”

Chadwick threaded his fingers through CoCo’s as they resumed their slow walk, their toes sinking in the soft sand. “Well, maybe we can live out the fantasy without, you know, the life-ending and career-threatening side of it.”

Tasha glanced at her husband, the little smile permanently affixed to her features growing even bigger. It was hard to imagine her heart feeling more full.

They could have been walking for a few minutes or an hour. With the magic grandeur of the sunset surrounding them and the mesmerizing rhythm of the waves, CoCo lost track of time. Words drifted away and lost importance as they both became focused on being in the moment, experiencing each other to the fullest.

Her hand locked in his, they continued along what seemed like an aimless course, until she spotted something on the beach.

“One final surprise?” CoCo broke the silence, earning a meaningful smile in response.

A square blanket was neatly stretched out over the sand between the ocean and the tree line, surrounded by lit candles that had to have been recently arranged. A pang hit CoCo’s heart and she came to a stop several feet away. She squeezed Chadwick’s hand, a surge of emotion making her blink away the prick of tears.

He released her fingers, walking a few paces to stand fully centered in her vision with an outstretched hand, his earnest gaze paired with the natural beauty of his smile making for a sight she wouldn’t soon forget.

“Sit with me?”

An ocean wave crashed over the sand at the very moment something similar occurred within her. She took his hand. Without disrupting the candles with their flickering flames in the gentle breeze, Chadwick guided her onto the blanket with delicate steps, both careful to shake off the excess sand.

A few seconds later, a pair of warm, familiar arms shifted around her stomach, bringing her back against his solid chest. CoCo couldn’t help the relaxed, blissful groan that slipped out as they cuddled close together. Silence returned as they both watched the ever-changing sky throw a staggering celebration for their last night, painting the dome above with violet purples and rosy pinks.

The changing colors of the sky were a bittersweet reminder of the impermanence of the moment. CoCo shivered not with cold, but with knowing it would be over soon. She felt it slipping away faster than she could think.

“Aaron,” she said softly, interrupting the soft, steady breathing at her ear. “This is going to be our last time together like this for a while, isn’t it?”

“Mmm,” he hummed, smoothing his hands over her arms.

“Then I want to make sure we did everything we ever dreamed of.”

CoCo shifted until she was facing Chadwick, disturbing the comfortable embrace in favor of looking her lover right in the eye so she could impart all of the passion and intensity that was building inside her with just her eyes.

Chadwick’s mouth hung slightly open, hanging on her every word and movement.

CoCo continued in a husky voice, “I don’t want to leave here thinking what-if.”

He wet his lips slightly, lost in her deep brown eyes.

“What did you have in mind?”

With a dancer’s grace, Tasha got to her feet, the yellow, flowing chiffon material stirring gently about her bare legs where Chadwick’s eyes were fixed until his attention was caught by her hands, delicately, slowly, teasingly drawing the dress up and over her body.

She stood, naked and proud, finally capturing his eyes that lifted up to hers after drinking her in.

“Let’s live out our fantasies. Under the stars.”

Heat burned in their shared gaze as Chadwick crawled up to his full height. To the soundtrack of crashing waves, he cast away his clothes one by one. The illumination from the flickering candlelight surrounded them and brilliant, silvery moonlight cast highlights and shadows on Chadwick’s skin.

He closed the distance with a single step. Their lips clasped in a small, but meaningful kiss and he rested his fingers on her cheeks, tilting her face up to him.

His words were barely louder than the ocean surrounding them, but the conviction and desire in his honey-timbered baritone shook her to her core.

“I want to make love to you.”

CoCo’s lips parted with the escape of a small breath. He touched her pillowy bottom lip with his thumb, rubbing it as he watched with the barest hint of a smile.

“Will you let me?”

He barely waited for her nod before she was surrounded by his arms, wrapping warmly around her as he guided her down. The sparks flying between them had her anticipating what would be something unforgettable. As their lips connected with slow passion, CoCo consciously had to reign herself in. She wanted to take her time.

Her hands roamed down Chadwick’s back and pressed him down, bringing their bodies tightly together. His chin dropped down to her shoulder at the feel of her hot, soft skin surrounding him, especially where he was most sensitive.

“You feel me?” His whisper in her ear made her shiver and arch up against where he was slowly grinding circles into her thigh.

“Yess, I feel you baby.” She gripped his face, kissing his lips over and over.

He allowed her needy kisses before breaking away, his breathy words sending her into a foggy haze. “I want you to remember this. How I’m loving you right now.” As he was whispering against her mouth, CoCo felt the tip of him grazing her entrance. “I want you to remember this when we’re old and can’t fuck anymore.” Her smile against his mouth quickly turned into a whimper at the feel of his size spreading her slowly.

“I love you. I will always love you.”

Her world turned into pure sensation, turning her speechless at the way he was filling her with his words, his love, his body, until she felt completely, breathlessly occupied by Chadwick. As natural as a choreographed dance, their hands clasped on either side of her head and gripped tightly as he began to move, each roll of his hips drawing sharp moans of pleasure.

CoCo drifted between savoring his touch and marveling at the sky full of glittering stars, twinkling like diamonds woven into the lush velvety black of the night sky. All around her, the sound of waves combined with his voice that never seemed to stop telling her beautiful words as he made love to her body.

With a burst of energy, she unclasped their hands and nudged him, moving fluidly together until she was straddling his lap. His warm palms rested on her ass, not disrupting her but moving with her. It was his turn to be speechless at the passionate look in CoCo’s eyes as she rode him. She gripped his face, her breath coming heavily on his lips along with grunts of pleasure and effort.

“That’s it Co, get what’s yours, baby,” he encouraged, the sound of his voice driving her wild.

“I never want to stop,” she whimpered.

“So let’s never stop.” He kissed her lips, his hands gripping her waist tight to take over the pace when her energy waned, and her thrusts became lazy. “You’ve got me forever.”

“Forever,” she echoed on his lips, before their lips and tongues entangled in a fierce kiss, battling for domination over each other while he continued to bounce her up and down, the candlelight casting shadows over his flexing arms.

CoCo broke from the kiss, her mouth opening in a silent scream as Chadwick gripped her in place and pounded into her. He anchored himself with his legs and grunted, the sudden action making CoCo’s body tremor and shake. With both hands around his neck, her head fell back in surrender.

Her cries mingled with the open, balmy night air. She didn’t care how loud she screamed, with only Chadwick and the beach they were fucking on to hear her, she felt truly free.

The sharp thrusts began to slow and she curved back into his embrace, returning her lips to his for a few brief kisses that were broken up by Chadwick’s panting breaths.

“Oh god, I love you baby,” she sighed, unable to stop saying the words, wanting to moan and scream them until she was hoarse and every square inch of the island heard her.

He repeated her words back and as his thrusts became sluggish, CoCo took over the pace with a slow grind in his lap. Chadwick clenched his teeth, the cords in his neck standing out at the feel of her tight, wet pussy working him over.

He looked up at her, the pools of his eyes shining with reflected candlelight. “I want to get deeper baby. Get on your knees for me.”

A shiver went through her, knowing the fullness that position brought her and her stomach twinged with anticipation. She nodded and separated from him just long enough to crawl down from his lap, her hands and knees sinking slightly into the sand beneath the blanket as she got on her hands and knees.

A firm hand pressed on the small of her back, pushing her into a downward arch until her tummy met the blanket. The sight of her breasts squishing down made Chadwick groan behind her, hastening the tease he was planning with the need to have her now.

She gasped, taking his dick in all of its thick glory at a depth and angle that made her clench the blanket, white-knuckled. His palm pressed into her arch kept her still, and with nowhere to go, unable to crawl away from his deep thrusts, she turned into limp putty in his hands, her moans muffled by the blanket. As Chadwick’s excitement grew, his hips smacked against her ample cheeks, creating the erotic sound of clapping skin to add to the sounds of their cries.

He reigned himself in, bringing the tempo back to a slow, sensual pace as his hands massaged her. As good as she felt, he wanted her back in his arms.

Chadwick smoothly shifted his body down over hers, encouraging CoCo to straighten onto her stomach and immediately easing the ache from her arched back.

She smiled at the intimate position they settled into, with Chadwick’s elbows on either side of hers, their arms and hands entangling with each other. She felt the hot skin of his stomach and chest all along her back to her shoulder where he brushed her hair aside to kiss her cheek, just as he began to rock into her again.

She gripped his hands and bent to cover them with kisses, licks, and little bites as he alternated grinding her and gently pounding her down into the soft surface. Every time he did, she lost concentration and could only gasp.

He sacrificed one hand to move beneath her body, where he could fondle her clit and the moment he did, it was game over.

CoCo arched her back, her nails digging into Chadwick’s hand.

“That spot… right there…. Don’t stop,” she gasped, an unstoppable force beginning to build inside her.

“This spot?” His deep voice vibrated in her ear, his thrusts hitting her deeper than before.

“Yes… yes!” She cried. Overwhelmed, she grasped his hand harder, biting down on one of his knuckles. His dick filled her fast and repeatedly, the mounting action making their skin clap once more.

“Relax baby, don’t fight it… come loud and hard for me Tasha.”

Her screams began as his words ended, the sound of her bliss making Chadwick clench his teeth and involuntarily pound her harder. A powerful force moved through her, making her overloaded nerves crackle and pulse with heat. He rode her through it, using the squeeze of her tight muscles, the pain of her digging nails to fuel his own building release.

She was still whimpering with aftershocks when he rose up onto his palms, digging deep into her as his sounds and movements began their familiar pattern. She knew what each moan meant, and as the space between them shortened, she felt the urge to see him force her to cry out, “Wait, baby… wait. I want to see you.”

Chadwick immediately stopped, hovering over her and as CoCo shifted onto her back beneath him, the wide smile on his otherwise intensely concentrating face made it all worth it.

There was an entirely different kind of bliss that came with holding him as he searched for orgasm in the depths of her body. A comfort and intimacy that couldn’t be found just anywhere. CoCo’s heart pounded as love for him shook her to her very foundations. They were in another part of the world, on a secluded beach, and yet, she was home.

He couldn’t have been more beautiful as he finally released inside her. CoCo forced her eyes open, trading the view of the milky way and the beach for the vision of him locked in his own paradise. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his eyelids fluttering and twitching as the eyes hidden behind them rolled. Sweat dripped down from his forehead and she traced it along his prominent cheekbones, patient as she watched him ride out the waves.

The last vestiges of orgasm were still fading, his hips still lazily moving when he finally opened his eyes to her expression of warmth.

“There he is,” she murmured.

“Nope, sorry. Chadwick’s not here. Chadwick’s gone to another plane of existence.”

She curled her fingers into his back and they shared a laugh, both exhausted but happy and glowing, head over heels in love.

For a few minutes, they just held each other as the sweat cooled and their muscles relaxed.

CoCo’s cheeks were hurting from a grin she couldn’t wipe away.

“I’m still smiling, aren’t I.”

Chadwick kissed his wife’s upturned lips and made her giggle as he caught her teeth and kissed them too. “Yep.”

“Damn, do we really have to go back?”

“Afraid so, Cookie.”

Once again, that feeling of the moment being fleeting and about to end made her heart pang. She pushed the thoughts away, determined to enjoy the moment as long as she could.

After blowing out the candles, Chadwick got to his feet and they helped each other back into their clothes, with no concept of what time it was or really where they were, knowing only the direction they came in.

Hand-in-hand, they mutually decided to take a path back along the edge of the ocean, where gentle, warm waves trickled over their feet and the compacted sand sank under each footprint, quickly filling with shallow pools of water in their wake. The ocean and beach caught and reflected the moonlight, making the night seem dreamy.

At the end of their slow ambling walk, they returned to a location they both recognized but cleared of the elaborate dinner table and only a faint impression remaining of their earlier footsteps.

CoCo unexpectedly stopped in her tracks, a lump growing in her throat at how easily their romantic dinner spot had been packed up and swept away.

“Why does this make me feel so sad,” CoCo mumbled, tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked side to side, not finding even a crumb from their dinner left behind.

Chadwick turned, studying the face of his wife as he took both of her hands, squeezing them until she lifted her eyes up to his.

“Because something beautiful happened here and now it’s gone without a trace,” he remarked, pausing before he continued. “But it’s not…. not really,” the corner of his mouth lifted in a lopsided smile. “I still remember how good that wine tasted. Do you?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, a curve of her own smile beginning.

He clutched her tight to him, wrapping his arms around her back. “And that chocolate cake, mmmm that was good.”

She laughed, the memory of it coming back so vividly she could taste it, and all at once she got his point.

Grateful for how he always knew the right thing to say, she snuck her hands around his back, hiding her face in his chest and feeling herself rejuvenate in the comfort of his arms.

“If I forget a second of this Co, I won't want to live anymore.”

She pulled away and tilted her head up to his, finding his eyes glossy with tears. They shared a moment of silence and understanding, followed by her clasping his hand, filled with conviction to enjoy the remaining hours, minutes, and seconds.

As they began to wander back to the villa, she awaited the right pause in the serious moment to say,

“Don’t forget, those thigh high socks are on their way home.” Her lips quirked up, eyes sliding sideways to meet Chadwick’s who immediately broke out into a grin.

“Well, now I can’t wait to leave.”

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What is the closest book to you? Forgiving What You Can’t Forget by Lysa TerKeurst.

Are you reading it or someone else? I'm reading it. It’s the book for the Bible study I’m currently doing.

What is the most expensive thing you own that plays music? My MacBook.

Do you have any siblings? If so, what are their names? I have two brothers. Ever wear colored contacts? No, I've never worn any kind of contacts.

What color is your hair? Naturally, it’s dark brown, but I’ve been dyeing it red the past 6 years.

What kind of shoes do you have on? I'm not wearing any shoes.

Do you like watermelons more or cherries? Watermelon.

Do you like it when it rains? “I’m only happy when it rains, I’m only happy when it’s complicated.” Anyway, yes, I love when it rains.

What was the last thing you bought? My brother’s birthday gift and something for me.

Do you get cold easily? No, I get hot easily.

Do you have a job? Nope.

Do you own a dictionary? No. I just use Google if I need to look up a word.

Do you like to mow the yard? I’ve never done it. I don’t have any interest in doing it. It would be hard for me to do as well.

Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed? Neck.

Who was the last person you ate with? My mom.

Did you take a nap at all today? No, it’s only 12:45AM. I took a nap yesterday, though.

Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with? No one.

What color is your father’s car? Green.

Where’s the last place you wore a hoodie to? To my doctor’s office.

Are your nails painted any special color? They’re not painted at all. I haven’t painted them in years.

Give us your plans for the next three hours? Right now I’m doing surveys and listening to ASMR. In about an hour or so I’ll probably make my usual nightly bowl of ramen and catch up on some YouTube videos while I eat. Then I’ll go back to surveys and ASMR.

Can you live a day without TV? Yeah, easily.

Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? Yes, a few.

Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? Broccoli all the way. I don’t like asparagus.

Do you have any complaints about your life? “Hey, wait, I got a new complaint.”

Where was the last place you stayed over? A hotel last year.

Skim, 1%, 2%, or whole milk? None of those, I use vanilla almond or soy milk. Lately, I’ve been really into the Almond Breeze vanilla milk that has a hint of honey in it.

Are you reading any books right now? Yeah, I’m reading two: “Autumn’s Game” by Mary Stone and “Forgiving What You Can��t Forget” by Lysa TerKeurst.

Now what are you listening to? I’m still listening to ASMR.

Do you have any bug bites? Nope.

Do you have any flowers in your room? No.

Do you know anyone that owns horses? No.

When was the last time you used one of those temporary public toilets? Are you referring to a porta potty? Never.

Do you live anywhere with any interesting landmarks? Not in my city particularly, but yeah my state has a lot.

When you were little, did you ever go to feed the ducks? Yes. When I got older I learned you shouldn’t do that, though.

When was the last time you visited the zoo? Did you get to feed any of the animals? About 5 years ago, I think. I got to feed a giraffe, which was awesome.

Would you ever want to own one of those little teacup pigs? No.

Do you like the taste of champagne, or do you think it’s a bit overrated? I didn’t care for it.

Given the chance, would you take a trip into outer space? Nooo. Just the idea of outer space creeps me out. I can’t even look at pictures.

Have you seen any of the seven wonders of the world in person? No, sadly.

Do people ever try and start poke wars with you on Facebook? That hasn’t been a thing in over a decade.

What’s a restaurant that you won’t ever eat at again? This Mongolian BBQ place I used to love just because I can’t eat spicy food anymore. :(

Did you have your morning coffee this morning? Or do you not like coffee? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but I absolutely will have my coffee after I get up later. That’s a given.

Do you ever let scary movies get to you, and end up scaring yourself? Nah, not anymore. I love ‘em.

Is there someone you know that is absolutely repulsive? No.

Are you tired from last night? I’m always tired.

Do you have over 400 songs on your iPod? Are all of your songs good? I definitely had more than 400 songs on my iPod. I couldn’t tell you the exact amount cause it’s been stored away and unused since like 2012, but yeah. Well yeah, they were all good to me hence why I had them on there.

Do you eat randomly, just whenever the hell you want? Yeah.

Did you have trouble getting up this morning? Like I said, I haven’t gone to bed yet. However, I always have a hard time getting up so I could just say yes to this question now.

What’s a few things that automatically make you go, “Awwwe”? My doggo just existing, basically. haha. Do you have soft hands? Do you like holding hands? My hands could use some moisturizer. And yes, but I get self-conscious because my hands get clammy a lot.

Have you ever burnt a food, and make the whole house smell gross? Yeah. Why does burnt popcorn smell so awful? You wouldn’t think something like that would have such a strong, gross smell. I know I’ve had that happen with some other microwave food, too.

If so, what was the food you burnt while cooking? ^^^

Wouldn’t it be awesome if you had your own personal jet pack? This reminds me of a random dream a friend of mine had several years ago (that I still remember for some reason) where she said I had a jet pack and used that to get around instead of my wheelchair, lol. Suuuuper random, but apparently it stuck with me all this time.

What’s your opinion on perfumes that are REALLY expensive? Do you like them? I mean, there’s some really nice smelling expensive ones for sure, but I just couldn’t bring myself to spend a ton of money on something like a perfume. Everyone has their thing and that’s fine, but that wasn’t one of mine. Name a thing that melts in your mouth that you love: Walkers shortbread cookies do when I dip them in my coffee. They’re so good. Do you like roasting marshmallows? Can you toast one perfectly? I do, but I haven’t had much experience doing so.

Have you ever burnt your tongue like REALLY bad? If so, what on? Yeah, with really hot coffee, really hot cheese on pizza, ramen that wasn’t cooled down enough, Pizza Rolls, Hot Pockets...

Do you like having random power naps now and then? I wouldn’t say I like them, but sometimes sleep just wins and I give into them. I just always feel groggy and more tired after a nap.

Is your hair soft? Do you ever brush it at work or school? Yeah. I used to carry a travel brush in my bag when I was in school and used it sometimes if needed.

What do you think about lip gloss? Do you ever wear lip gloss? I like how it looks, especially a tinted one, but I didn’t wear it often. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn lip gloss.

Are you currently worried about your parents finding out about something? No.

Don’t you hate it when your drink is too hot to drink? I want my coffee to be really hot, but yeah I get impatient ha.

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever made in a metal/wood work class? I made a simple doll house. It was super basic, but still.

Do you like concerts? If so, do you like being in the mosh pit? Yesss. Concerts have such a cool energy and vibe. I love singing (shouting) along to the songs and just having a good time. It’s been over a decade since my last concert. :( And no, I never went in a mosh pit. That would not be my idea of a good time at all. I imagine getting claustrophobic, overheated, and hit and shoved.

Do you like a lot of dairy products? What’s one of your favorites? I love cheese. I’m lactose intolerant, but thankfully cheese doesn’t seem to bother me. I’ve actually read a lot of people who are lactose intolerant can handle cheese.

Have you ever “liked” two guy best friends at the same time? Yes.

Who can you trust more secrets with, a best guy friend or a best girl friend? It wouldn’t matter what gender they were.

Where are the best cinnamon buns made? Do you love cinnamon buns? Cinnabon from my experience. Mmm, that sounds so good right now.

Have you ever had a REALLY bad rug burn? Did someone drag you? No. Those look and sound so painful, ow.

Do you think pasta and salad go good together? What’s your favorite in mind? Spaghetti and salad do. I love mixing them together. I eat my spaghetti with ranch anyway, so it doesn’t bother me.

Do you like going go-karting in the summer? Do you floor it when driving? I’ve never been.

Did you like eating Happy Meals at Mcdonald's as a kid? Yeah. I remember how exciting it was to be able to get McDonald’s, haha. And if you were the kid who got to have McDonald’s for lunch at school, you were so envied.

You can go to any restaurant; what restaurant, and what do you order? Wingstop. I’d order my usual, boneless garlic parm and lemon pepper wings, fries with extra parm seasoning, and a couple sides of ranch.

Have you ever sat on the computer for more than 4 hours? Uh, countless times. Even longer than that.

Do you ever go on youtube and browse and look for new songs? No, I don’t use YouTube for that.

Do you have a brother who is quite the video game fanatic? He’s not a video game fanatic, but he has some favorites. Are you a video game lover? Whats your all time favorite video game? I wouldn’t say that, but there are those I like. Mario Bros anything, really. I was into this series called Life is Strange and Life is Strange 2 a few years ago. I’ve also been playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons on the Switch for the past year.

When your cat stares at you, do you stare back? I don’t have a cat, but I do that to my dog sometimes.

What grandparents are better, the ones on your mom's or dad's side? I was closer to my maternal grandparents, who sadly have both passed away, but I wouldn’t say either set of grandparents are better. I just had a different relationship with them. I have a good relationship with my paternal grandparents as well.

Do you like to have cake on your birthday? Which kind of cake in mind? Sometimes I’ll opt for cheesecake.

What is your absolute ALL time favorite song at the moment? I don’t have a current particular favorite at the moment. I haven’t been listening to music lately.

Do you like drinking Mochas? (Hot Chocolate and Coffee together): I like white chocolate mochas. Peppermint white chocolate mochas, especially.

Do you ever get random headaches? If so, why do you think the reason is? Yeah. *shrug* It’s just one of those things that happen.

Have you ever seen your mom cry? Is it hard for you to see your mom cry? Yes, several times. Anytime I’ve seen her cry it just hurt my heart and made me really upset, too.

Are you sick and tired, of being sick and tired? I really, really am.

What’s your favorite cereal? Did you ever eat the cereal Trix? All the sugary ones, basically. ha. And yes, I like Trix. Are you allergic to anything REALLY weird? Do you know someone who is? I’m allergic to tangerines, which seems pretty random. Do you like Oreo cookies? Or are chocolate chip ones better…? I like both, but my favorite cookies are sugar and shortbread.

Are you a fan of spicy foods? What’s the spiciest food ever in your opinion? I used to be back when I could eat spicy foods. I was obSESSED. I can’t have it anymore, though. :(

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Unofficial Mianite Season 3 - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Jordan knew he was dreaming from the moment he opened his eyes and found himself laying on the top of a grassy hill, sunlight streaming with a gentle breeze ruffling the grass and flowers surrounding him.

He sat up, running his hand over the plush grass he’d been napping on. It was extremely soft, the blades knitted together to make a mattress fit for a king. He inspected a budding poppy near his hip, watching in amazement as it bloomed from his touch. A smile crossed his face; this world was so peaceful, a brief respite from the crazy world he would eventually wake up to.

Jordan heard snuffling, and looked over his shoulder to find a family of cows calmly grazing, three adults and a curious calf that caught sight of him and scampered over without fear. He laughed as it nuzzled up to him, curling its tiny body against his tucked legs and nudging his arm, prompting the man to pet it.

Happily, he obliged and found its content lowing almost as cute as little Epsilon had been in Sonja’s lap.

He didn’t know how long he sat there, rubbing the calf’s head until it fell asleep at his side and a curious mother ambled over and gave him a stern eye, warning him to take care of her child, before giving him a huge kiss with a slobbery tongue.

Wiping that away with his sleeve, he slowly removed himself from the calf and stood up. Jordan took in a deep breath of the fresh air and observed all that he could see.

The dream world was beautiful, plain and simple. Ponds and rivers glittered as the sunlight hit the rippling water, tall grass and colorful flowers dotted the landscape, and in the far distance, a picturesque house sitting amidst landscape.

Leaving the family of cows behind, he picked his way down the gentle hill. He took his time, stopping to watch some birds pick at the ground in search of food, or brush his hands over a patch of flowers and seeing them bloom larger than he’d ever seen. Jordan wanted to go to the house, but he felt no rush. Time was slow in this place, meandering along just as he was. He could spend eternity in this paradise, the sun warming his face and the grass tickling his bare feet.

As he approached the house, Jordan realized it was much larger than he had initially thought. It was practically a palace, with spires scraping the sky and a two story high arched doorway with a intricately carved dark oak door.

Awestruck, his feet carried him to the door, knocking on it and wincing at the loud echo that emanated from inside. Hopefully the owner of this mansion would be amicable to visitors.

The lock clicked, and the door slid open without a sound. Nobody greeted him, but as he took a hesitant step inside he heard a faint melody reverberating from somewhere further into the mansion.

“Hello?” Jordan called, deciding to explore when nobody made themselves known. He gasped as he looked up and saw the ceiling three stories above his head, covered in beautiful murals. He walked along the edge of the room, craning his neck to get the best view. The pictorial images seemed to be telling a story of some kind, with clear figures interacting in the art, but he couldn’t understand what any of it meant. There was a being made out of black and white clay, one of blue, green and yellow, and one of gray, white and gold. From there a being of bright green, who seemed to wither and die within the story.

As the murals wrapped around the other side of the room and he rubbed his neck, one figure in the pictures caught his attention, and he could have sworn the music he’d been hearing swelled and the sound became brighter as he recognized the being.

She was pictured more gorgeous than he thought was possible, radiating ethereal beauty even from the 2D art. His goddess was cloaked in purple and silver with a crown of gold, holding her scales in one hand and a bow in the other. In front of her stood two other beings, one red and black and one white and gold, but she took all of his attention.

The song grew louder, and he tore his eyes away from the murals without looking at the remaining ones. Nothing could top the beauty of Ianite, so why bother?

Instead, he walked to the nearest doorway, heading up a flight of stairs and stepping into a plush sitting room, decorated to his tastes with a wall of glass giving him a view of the garden a story below. The bright sunlight shimmered off the trees and flowers below, tempting him to break the glass and jump into the bushes, sure that they would catch him when he fell.

Jordan shook his head. Where did that thought come from? Even if this was a dream, nothing about the leafy greens below would be enough to keep him from breaking his knees. He backed off, opening another door that lead to another room, larger than the first but in the same theme.

The third and fourth rooms he entered were largely the same, minus the windows as he ventured further into the mansion. He found a kitchen at one point, cabinets stuffed to the brim with food and a batch of warm, freshly baked cookies sitting out on the counter. The smell alone made him swoon, and one bite warmed him to the tips of his fingers and toes and he unintentionally let out a moan of contentment. They were that good.

Swiping a handful of cookies, he continued his exploration, wandering aimlessly until he began hearing the singing again, closer than it had been before. Jordan shoved another cookie into his mouth and followed the song.

It was a woman singing, and as it got louder he continued straining his ears to understand the words until he realized that she wasn’t singing in English. No, the continuous stream of song sounded much more like the chants he would use when performing witchery rituals in Ruxomar, or the whisperings of World Historian. A language lost to humans, with only fragments surviving in the form of magic.

But the singer he was hearing had no trouble with the language, strings of syllables rolling off her tongue like a rushing waterfall, mesmerizing him with her song and compelling him to find her, even if it meant searching the whole mansion.

“Miss? I’m friendly!” He spoke slowly, tiptoeing into another room and seeing a flicker of movement on the other side as someone ducked into the next room. "Wait, please! I'm not going to hurt you!" he promised as he ran after the long haired stranger.

Jordan kept up as long as he could, but the mysterious singer was always just out of his reach, catching only a lock of hair or a flash of purple clothing as she played tag with him inside the huge mansion. If he had been awake, he would have long run out of breath and lost her, but in this dream world his body had infinite amounts of stamina as he kept after her.

Finally, he came into a room that seemingly had no way out of it. No doors or open doorways in sight, but no person either. He cursed under his breath as he considered the real possibility that he had been chasing an illusion, created by his own desire to share this wonderful world with another person. Disappointed, Jordan turned around and went to leave the room when he heard the slightest noise. He stopped, straining his ears to see if it was just another figment of his imagination.

But no, as soon as he stopped he heard it again, just the smallest noise, so faint it was hardly there. A stifled sniffle, coming from the corner of the room, behind a bookshelf.

Jordan took a deep breath. So she was real. He closed the door behind him, not out of malice but only out of curiosity. He didn't want the stranger to run away again.

"Please, I'm not going to hurt you. I only heard your beautiful singing and wanted to meet you. Won't you come out?" He pleaded, running his fingers through his hair when she gave no answer.

"My name is Jordan, but my friends sometimes call me Sparklez. You can call me either, I don't mind."

"Sp-Sparklez..." the woman said, her voice incredibly soft. It filled him with a warm feeling, that lovely voice, fearful though it may be.

"That's right. So, since you know my name, may I know yours?"

"... No."

Jordan's shoulders slumped. She sounded so sure about that, her decisiveness crushed him more than he expected. "But, why not?"

"You're... it. You're not Sparklez."

"Wha... yes I am!" He shouted, immediately regretting it as he heard a tiny yelp and shuffling, as if the woman was trying to make herself disappear into the wall. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. But I promise, I am Sparklez. Or CaptainSparklez. Or Sparkley-dick, Sparkley-pants, Glitter-lap... really, you can pick. I've been called them all."

Perhaps despite herself, the woman laughed, and Jordan caught just the slightest glimpse of purple hair flicker out from behind her hiding place. He smiled.

"Please, won't you come out? I don't have any weapons."

She went silent, and Jordan took her non response as a no. Sighing, he flopped down on the couch behind him and started munching on one of his cookies, crushed from his chase but otherwise delicious.. "Mmm, these cookies are really good. Will you join me in enjoying them?"

"Don't eat those!" the woman yelled, abandoning her hiding place and rushing out fully into his sight. And that sight dropped his jaw and his cookie, both of which hit the floor.

"My... lady...?" Jordan's eyes widened and filled with tears as he took in the woman in front of him. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. More than she had been the first time he'd seen her, more than she had been when they had spent time together in Ruxomar, more than the day he lost her to the void.

Ianite's hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back like a gentle river, covering her otherwise bare shoulders. Her dress accented her body perfectly, giving her a figure that was calculated yet effortless. Gold bands were wrapped around her biceps and up from her ankles, and the goddess's hair was held by a golden circlet, set with a flawless amethyst the perfect color to draw attention to her eyes.

And her eyes. As Jordan met them, he was lost in memories of both the world of Mianite and the world of Ruxomar. Happy memories, spending time together and going on lunch dates at the wizard's village. Beholding her for the very first time, when she was nothing more than a mirage appearing in front of him. And of course, the moment that he finally saw her in her true form, physically standing in front of him. After they defeated Dianite, and after they reluctantly killed Captain Capsize. He had taken one look and fell in love all over again. Not any kind of romantic love, no. But the undying love for her as his goddess. The willingness to do anything she asked, the belief that she could do nothing bad, that she would bring balance to a world that teetered on the edge of a knife.

And in that love, in that devotion filled state where his mind perhaps wasn't too clear, he did the only thing that came to him.

He held out his fistful of crushed cookie, offering her the least damaged one. "Want one?"

Jordan expected her to refuse. He expected her to take it. He expected her to stand there, silent. But what he didn't expect was for her to bring her hand down on his, knocking the gooey cookies out of his grip and scattering the crumbs all over the carpet.

He blinked, swallowing his half chewed bite and looking at his hand in disbelief. "Why... did you do that?"

Ianite stepped directly in front of him and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. "Sparklez, please, you can't eat that! You can't eat anything from this place! In fact, you shouldn't be here at all! Jordan, I beg you, leave this place and never come back! I've been trapped, but if you wake up now you can escape! If you ever find yourself in this monster infested world again, I want you to run away, run as far away from this house as you can. Do you understand me?"

Jordan stared at her like she'd grown a second head. "My lady, what are you talking about? There are no monsters here. Come with me, I'll show you!" He tried to stand up, but his goddess kept him tightly pressed against the couch.

"No! Sparklez, you have to understand, it is not safe here! I have tried to escape so many times, but there is no way to leave!"

"My lady, please, I think you're a little off from running through this house. The world outside is beautiful! The sun is shining, and there was a cute family of cows where I woke up. My lady, I have missed you so much, if I find myself in this place again, I can't not come back and see you! You don't understand... I've missed you... so much."

Ianite's eyes filled with tears, and she lifted one hand off his shoulder to caress his cheek. "I know, my champion. It has been a long time, but until I can find a way to leave here, I cannot see you. If you get stuck here with me... I could not live with myself."

Jordan's lip quivered, and he averted his eyes and stared to the side. "My lady..."

"I can send you away, yes... and you can still escape. You ate, but if you do not come back, it will wear off... Sparklez, give me your word that you will not come back to this place!"

"My lady, I can't--"

"Promise me!"

His eyes filled with tears, and he lowered his head. His hand floated up, taking hers and intertwining their fingers. "I... I..."

"I promise."

Ianite smiled, brushing away her own tears. "Good. Now... go."

And when Jordan raised his head to meet Ianite's eyes, she was gone, and he was left with only an invisible hand in his, and a heavy stone in his heart as he fell into darkness.

“...dan. Jordan!”

The man sat up straight in his bed, clothes and sheets drenched in sweat and cheeks stained with tears. Beside him, Tom reeled back to avoid a collision.

“You alright, Sparklez?” he asked, black eyes filled with concern. Jordan shook his head, breath hitching.

“No, I... had a bad dream. I mean, it was good at first. I was in paradise. The world was perfect. But when I went into the mansion, I found Ianite...” He bit his quivering lip, trying to steady his voice enough to continue.

“Wait, you saw Ianite? How could that be a bad thing, if she’s alive?” Tom immediately clamped his mouth shut in horror as Jordan sniffed and tilted his head back to hold another round of tears at bay. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant, you know, if she’s alive in this world, then that’s a good thing, right? Jordan, please, don’t cry!

Jordan took a deep, shuddery breath and pulled himself together, wiping away his tears and tossing his tangled bedclothes to the side. He went to stand up, and realized something was holding him. Or rather, someone.

“Tom, why are you holding my hand?”

The zombie man looked down at their intertwined hands. “You were reaching out and calling for someone. I grabbed it and you calmed down. What, do you not like me holding your hand?” He teased, waggling his eyebrows, a grin breaking out as Jordan smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “Aww, c’mon Jardon, I thought we were together forever! #Team Syndisparklez!”

Jordan rolled his eyes, pulling his hand from his friend and rolling away, ending up in a pile on the floor as he misjudged the size of the bed.

Tom burst out laughing as Jordan scrambled out of the awkward position, brushing off the dirt on his clothes and straightening his collar, trying to salvage some dignity. Yet, the contagious bubbly laughter broke him and he started giggling as well.

“So, Mr. Sparkley Dick, what’s the plan for today?”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you ask for a plan?”

“Since you made me climb this mountain and sleep with a stupid zombie groaning right outside the door, that’s when! You made us come up here so it better be worth it!” Tom whined, only half teasing. Jordan shrugged, pulling his jacket on properly.

“Oh. Well, I thought we could get a good view from up here. Then, we, I don’t know, find something interesting and go from there.”

Tom stared at him from his position on the floor. “That’s it?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s it.”

“Ok, then let’s go!” Tom sprang to his feet, punching out the wool he’d placed in the doorframe and ran out into the light with a whoop, and Jordan heard several mobs meet their end.

As he gathered the items Tom had left in the room, he realized that somehow, his dream that had had him in hysterical tears didn’t seem as bad now. After all, it was just a dream. That was why nothing Ianite had said made sense.

And as much as he wanted to keep his promise to his goddess, even a dream version of her, he couldn’t help but pray to dream of that paradise world the next night.

With those thoughts in mind, he squared his shoulders and followed Tom up the tree, basking in the warm sunlight and ready to face the day.

#saphira writes s3 #mianite season 3 #mianite #mianite s3 #syndisparklez #iijerichoii #omgitsfirefoxx #waglington #marthathemystic #synhd #captainsparklez #tonja #marthington

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| Sonic Chaos | Chapter One : Eggman Blows Up His Own Ship

( A/N: This is REVISED FROM THE ORIGINAL!!! Thank you all for being patient while I revised parts of the story! I love you all!! Also, thank you @lightningstar1389 for illustrating this chapter! )

~Chapter One~

It was a warm summer evening where Sonic The Hedgehog and his best friend, Tails, decided to rest for the day. Lounging lazily in their beach chairs, they watched the sun set peacefully in the distance. The powerful duo had recently been on back to back adventures for the last few months; saving an entire race of aliens, fixing space and time, and almost accidentally draining the entire planet of its life force can be quite exhausting.

Sonic took a moment to focus on the silence around him. He closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath. He wanted to hear nothing but the calm noise of the waves crashing onto shore and the distant call of seagulls on the horizon. The sound of the beach had always calmed him down, despite his irrational fear of the ocean.

“This is nice.” he said calmly.

“Yeah, it really is. I wish we could do this more often.”

Sonic looked over at his best friend and nodded his head in agreement.

Tails grinned and looked up. He took in all of the soft pinks, oranges, and reds that tinted the sky above him. The few stars that were appearing from behind the clouds twinkled like tiny diamonds. He thought for a moment, for the pink reminded him of somebody. He looked out towards the ocean with a curious look on his face.

“I wonder what Amy’s up to.” he said.

Sonic raised an eyebrow and sat up. “Amy?”

“Yeah. We haven’t seen her in a few weeks.” said Tails, shrugging his shoulders. Sonic stared at Tails for a moment, then sighed. He scratched his head in thought. Although he didn’t say it aloud, he himself also wondered about the whereabouts of his friend. Since he and Tails left the Lost Hex, Amy has been slightly distant and quite sick. Perhaps it may just be side effects of having the life drained out of her, but Sonic was still concerned.

Sonic lied down for a few more minutes to soak up the moment, then stood up to stretch his legs. Tails noticed this, and tilted his head to the side, watching him curiously.

“What are you doing?” Tails asked.

“Ehh, I think I’m gonna head out for a run before it gets dark,“ Sonic replied, bouncing on his toes. Tails smirked.

"What for?”

“Just ‘cos. ”

Tails chuckled to himself.

“Tell Amy I said hi.”

Sonic turned to him, he half-jokingly rolled his eyes and shook his head before running off. Tails watched with a cheeky smile on his face as his best friend disappeared over the horizon. Once he was out of sights, the fox lied back down for a well-deserved nap.

On the other side of town, in a small, cozy apartment, Amy Rose had just finished pulling a tray of freshly cooked chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. She quickly pulled away after setting them on the counter, shaking her hands to cool them off after touching the hot cookie tray. She leaned forward and took in their sweet scent. They were perfect.

“Mmm!” she said, taking a cookie and pulling it apart.

“Cream! The cookies are ready!” she yelled, taking a bite of one-half of her treat. It wasn’t long before she heard tiny footsteps quickly approaching her. Cream came skipping into the kitchen, joined by her Chao, Cheese. Amy smiled and passed the cookies to them.

“Thank you, Amy! They smell delicious!” said Cream, staring hungrily at the cookies on the counter.After telling the two little ones to wait for the cookies to cool, Amy heard a knock on her door.

She wiped her hands to rid of any crumbs stuck to her gloves and scurried over to open the door. She was greeted with Sonic standing awkwardly in the door frame. He was swaying back and forth, and staring at his feet. “Sonic?! Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?" Amy exclaimed, thrusting herself on him. Sonic awkwardly smiled and lightly patted her back.

"Well, I-uh…just wanted to stop by and-” Sonic paused and sniffed the air. His nostrils were filled with the most delicious smell of sugary goodness.

“Are those cookies?” he asked curiously. Amy pulled away from him and nodded her head.

“Mhm! Do you want some?” she asked cutely. Before she could get an answer out of him, Sonic was already standing by the kitchen counter, loading cookies into his hands. Amy giggled and walked towards him. She was always amused by his huge appetite. Leaning on the other side of the counter, she gave him a curious look.

Sonic tossed a cookie into his mouth and almost immediately spit it out. He chewed really quickly and fanned his mouth in pain.

“Ahh!” he cried.

“Watch out, they’re hot!” Amy said.

“So, why did you come? Did you miss my hugs?” she bounced her brows in a playful manner. Sonic rolled his eyes and shoved another cookie in his mouth.

“Not exactly, Tails and I just wanted to check up on ya. You’ve been looking a little sick since the whole Lost Hex incident.”

“Oh? I’m fine, now. Thank you! I did get a little sick, but I got my strength back.”

“You sure? Nothing wrong?”

“Nope! Fit as a fiddle!”

Sonic nodded his head and marched towards the front door.

“Ah, well my time here is done, then. See ya!” Amy felt a sting in her heart. He’s leaving already? After two weeks of not seeing her at all? No, not on her watch. Amy quickly dashed over and blocked his path. She frowned, giving him a puppy-dog look.

“Awww, can’t you stay a little longer? I haven’t seen you in a long time! I missed you.” she said, batting her eyes. Sonic raised a brow and looked away. He hated when she gave him that look, it was too powerful, even for someone as strong-willed as him.

“Uh…not really, I kinda left Tails on his own, so…I should probably get back to him,” he replied, reaching for the door. Amy pushed him back a little, trying to stall and have a few more seconds with him.

“Wait! How about we go on a date tomorrow?” she asked suddenly.

“..A date?” Sonic looked uneasy as he stuffed another cookie in his mouth.

“Yeah! We could go on a picnic or something. I just wanna spend time with you, is all.”

“Amy, I dunno, I just wanted to take a break from-”

“I’ll cook.”

Sonic’s eyes immediately locked onto hers. He shut his mouth and chewed. Amy grinned, knowing that he was finally considering her offer. She decided to go in for the kill while he was still vulnerable.

“I’ll make chili dogs, too.” she smirked.

Sonic pressed his lips into a thin line and gave her a ‘you got me’ kind of look, and to pass up such an offer would be unthinkable for a chili dog lover like himself. But, is a date with Amy really worth it? Sonic looked at the ground and considered the question.

It wasn’t long until Sonic ultimately agreed to the date, but he swears that he’s only going for the food and to hang out, and definitely not for romantic purposes. But, Amy did not care, she was just happy that she can spend some time with him again. As soon as Sonic shut the door, Amy swooned and celebrated to herself. Her cheeks went hot, as they usually do after she has an encounter with her crush.

~~~

The next morning, Amy made sure Sonic wouldn’t forget their date that day; he’s prone to doing so. She sent him a message as soon as she woke up, and reminded Tails to tell him about it. Amy skipped towards her dressing table and started to primp herself up for their upcoming picnic. After all, she had to make a good impression just in case Sonic may want to go on another date sometime!

Humming to herself, she opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of perfume. “Sonic and Amy, sitting in a tree, mmhmhmhmhmh!” she giggled, spraying a cloud of scented mist into the air and gliding through it. After she finished getting ready, she packed her picnic basket with her essentials. She knew a day with Sonic was just asking for trouble, so she packed a few extra items as a precaution. “Alright, I have the food, a blanket, some mint spray for…just in case!!” she blushed madly, imagining the happiness she would feel if Sonic finally decided to give her a big ol’ smooch.

“Eeep! Okay, Amy..focus! So…first aid kit, check, um…well, I guess the fire extinguisher isn’t that necessary..” she concluded. While gathering some last minute things, she heard a knock on her front door. She glanced at the clock on her wall. “It’s three already?! Oh gosh, it’s him!” she gasped, hastily grabbing her picnic basket and rushing to the front door.

Before her hand reached the knob, she paused to compose herself, and then excitedly swung the front door open. Sonic stood on her doorstep, casually looking around. “Er…hey! Told ya I wouldn’t forget!” he said with a smile. Amy beamed at the sight of Sonic’s face. There was just something about it that brought her so much joy. Maybe it was the charming, yet cocky expression he always had, or the spark of excitement he showed in his eyes. Either way, she couldn’t get enough of it.

“Erm, you ready?” he said. Amy skipped past him and beckoned him over to the sidewalk.

“Yep!”

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“We can go dine at a nice fancy restaurant and after that, we can dance the night away in a secluded gazebo all on our own! OOOH AND THEN-”

“And then you can keep on dreaming cause we’re only going out to have lunch..” Sonic remarked, shaking his head. Amy puffed her cheeks out and rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re no fun..”

Sonic and Amy soon strolled over to their destination, the local park. As they walked through the entrance, Amy let go of Sonic’s hand and locked arms with him. She had a look on her face that was prideful. Sonic, on the other hand, looked a little uncomfortable. She was so weird sometimes.

The weather was bright and sunny, and it seemed like everyone in the whole city was there. Many families laughed and played while the sun was still shining. The grass was a vibrant green and it swayed gently in the wind. The park rather large as well, large enough for everybody to have their own personal spot.

Sonic and Amy settled under a large oak tree in the middle of a field, secluded from most people. Amy set down her picnic basket and pulled out a cute baby blue blanket. She set it on the ground and flattened out any wrinkles before inviting Sonic to sit down. From her picnic basket, Amy pulled out two entire meals, drinks, candy, and even a small dessert. Sonic was a bit taken aback by the amount of food she had. He felt sick just by looking at it.

“Uh…well, you definitely prepared for today, huh?” he said.

Amy’s face went florid as she looked down at all of the items she brought. “Well…I just, ya know, wanted to be prepared! Want a chili dog?” she said, offering Sonic a steaming tupperware. Sonic stared at the juicy chili dog with a quivering lip. Slowly, he took the tupperware and popped the lid open. He was greeted with the most amazing scent of chili and beans.

“Oohhhh yeah, now we’re talking!” he smirked, ready to swallow the thing whole. Amy giggled, if there was one way to win Sonic’s heart, it was through his stomach! She scooted a little closer to him and lovingly batted her eyes to get his attention. Sonic eyed her closely, pulling the chili dog towards him. “Yes?”

Amy shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing, I’m just really glad you took me out today,” she said. Sonic took a huge bite of his food and playfully shrugged his shoulders. “Welcome!” he said.

“Sonic, don’t speak with your mouth full..”

“Sowry. Hehe…” he gulped,

“Anyway, it’s no problem, Amy. This is kinda nice,” he admitted.

As Sonic munched away at the pile of snacks, Amy took the time to take in her surroundings. She looked around, smiling as a group of children ran past her while playing a game of tag. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and closed her eyes. That day was such a beautiful day, and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. It was perfect, and she was at peace.

Sonic caught a glimpse of her pleasant expression out of the corner of his eye. He faintly smiled at her, happy to see the rare instance of her being her true self and not the over-the-top lovesick Amy he’s used to seeing. He always wished he could see that side of her more often, and even he could admit to himself that he’d be much more open to being closer to her if she calmed down.

He dug inside the picnic basket and pulled out another chili dog.

“You hungry?” he asked.

Amy turned to him and smirked.

“No thank you, I’m waiting for our romantic dinner, later!” she said. Sonic gave Amy a slightly annoyed look in response. He sighed and put it away. A few minutes passed by with some light chit-chatting between the two, and eventually, they ran out of things to talk about. Sonic had the idea to go for a quick jog around the park, but Amy was not exactly up for exercise.

Sonic shrugged his shoulders and stood up to stretch. He looked towards the large field before them, noticing some pink and blue flower patches beginning to bloom. He smiled, and suddenly dashed away, startling Amy. She brushed her tangled quills out of her face and stared in confusion as Sonic ran towards the middle of the field, taking the flowers in his hands and gathering them into a cute little bouquet. She scratched her head, laughing as she noticed children trying to race him on his way back to her.

Then, out of nowhere, a giant shadow was cast over the entire park. Sonic, Amy, and several other spectators watched as a huge ship loomed over the area. On its side was a large painting of Dr. Eggman’s signature logo, his own face. Sonic quickly shooed the children away so they could find a safe place to hide. There was a sudden ringing of feedback that was heard throughout the entire park, which was very painful to listen to.

“This is your beloved Doctor Eggman, speaking! I am on a city-wide search for Sonic The Hedgehog!! If you hear this message and happen to know where he is, please turn him in IMMEDIATELY! Or else...” said the speakers. Some of the spectators gasped in horror. Sonic immediately tensed up, and he gave the ship a nasty look.

Amy quickly ran to Sonic’s side.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“No idea,” said Sonic, smirking a little. A door on the ship suddenly emitted mechanical hiss as it popped open, then revealed Dr. Eggman on his Egg Mobile.

“Ah, there you are! You’re just the guy I wanted to see!” Eggman rubbed his hands together in excitement. “Ooh, and your girlfriend decided to tag along, too? How wonderful! I still haven’t gotten your apology for tinkering with my jet-pack back on the Lost Hex. I’ll tell ya, it was quite the way down, ya know!” he crossed his arms, furrowing his brows in annoyance.

“Aww, do you need a band-aid for your whittle boo-boo?” “ Sonic said.

"To be honest, I was liking not having you around to pester me.”

“Then what do you need me for, Eggman? I’d be glad to test out one of your toys.”

A devilish smile crept onto Eggman’s face.

“Why don’t I show you? It’s on my ship, so just come on inside and you’ll find out!” he asked, gesturing towards his ship.

Sonic and Amy stared at each other for a moment, then exploded in laughter.

“Do you honestly think I’m THAT stupid?” Sonic laughed. Eggman chuckled in response, seemingly unfazed by Sonic’s taunting.

“Yes, I do, actually. And I’ll prove it to you!”

“Oh yeah?”

Eggman raised an arm and slammed his fist down on a large button. Suddenly, a large figure was dropped from the bottom of the ship and landed with a thud. Sonic tilted his head to the side in confusion. It was a robot, but unlike any other robot Eggman has ever made. It looked like a panther made entirely of metal, with glowing red eyes and long, sharp claws. It slowly circled Sonic and Amy, yowling.

Amy clung onto Sonic, hoping to stay as far away from the monster as possible. Sonic chuckled with excitement.

“I see you’re experimenting with something new!” he laughed, stretching his arms and legs. He bounced a little, acting as if the situation was all just a little game.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Sonic said, cracking his knuckles and getting into a fighting stance. But, before he could react, the panther suddenly leaped high into the air, and landed behind Amy, dragging its claws into the dirt. She let out a scream as the panther pounced on her, trapping her underneath its paws of death. The robot growled menacingly, which sent an unsettling tremor down Amy’s spine.

“Amy!” Sonic yelled. He went to attack but was tripped by a whip of the panther’s tail. Eggman let out a hearty cackle.

“Haha! You fool! I would like you to meet Saber, my latest most innovative invention yet! She packs quite the punch, doesn’t she?” Eggman spoke in a way that seemed more like he was congratulating himself instead of asking Sonic a simple question. Sonic clenched his fists in frustration and shot a dangerous look at Eggman.

“Let her go!” he yelled.

“Oh, I will. But, only if you do exactly what I tell you to.” Eggman returned Sonic’s glare.

“I don’t do what anybody tells me to do.” said Sonic.

“Oh? Are those…screams of terror I hear? Sonic, I think it may be important for you to know that if I give Saber the command, she’ll go on an unstoppable rampage, destroying everything and capturing everyone in its path. Starting with your girlfriend, of course. ”

Sonic’s eyes widened. He looked back at Amy, who was just an unlucky move away from having a really bad accident with one of Saber’s claws. He grunted, not liking the idea of following Eggman’s order. But, he knew that taking the risk wouldn’t be worth hurting all those people. Sonic stared at the ground for a moment, groaned, and turned around.

“Fine, I’ll go. But, you have to let Amy go first, and put that thing away!” he warned. Eggman quickly obliged, ordering the robot to set Amy down. Sonic ran over to her and helped her stand up. “Are you okay?” he asked. Amy caught her breath and nodded.

“Yes, I’m fine, but I’m going with you.”

Sonic opened his mouth to object, but Amy insisted.

“Don’t even think about convincing me otherwise,” she said firmly. Sonic shrugged his shoulders in response; once Amy made up her mind, there was no changing it. Eggman tapped his fingers impatiently as Amy gathered all of the things from the oak tree. As the two made their way into the aircraft, Sonic took Amy’s hand and squeezed it. “Stay close, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Sonic, Amy, and Eggman each stepped into the flying ship. Sonic and Amy stayed within each other’s eyesight, while Eggman wandered about looking around for something. Sonic placed his hands on his hips and tapped his foot impatiently on the floor. Amy grimaced as she caught a glimpse of all of the weird gadgets Eggman had lying around his lab.

“So, what do you want this time?” Sonic asked, watching carefully as Orbot and Cubot suddenly appeared through a doorway with a huge tray carrying a sandwich. Eggman took the sandwich from the tray and chomped down on it.

“Well, I have a proposal for you, Sonic! You see, I need you to do a job for me. I created this new invention–a portal to other worlds, and I needed an organic life form as a test subject.” he said with a wicked smile. Orbot and Cubot left for a moment and came back lugging a giant scary looking machine with them. At the top, a ring shaped light shone down against the floor.

Sonic took a step back. “Whoa, no way! I’m not gonna be your little lab rat!” he said. Eggman shook his head and chuckled. “Maybe not a lab rat, but a rat none-the-less.”

Sonic grumbled under his breath.

“Well, this rat is about ready to shove its foot up your-”

“Why do you need Sonic in particular?” Amy said suddenly. Eggman was silent for a moment, smirking.

“You know, you’re right, Amy. You’ll make a fine subject as well. Orbot! Cubot! Seize her!” he said. Sonic stepped in front of Amy and through his hand in front of her.

“Don’t even think about it. Now, why don’t you give me your usual speech about taking over the world so I can kick your butt and leave?”

Eggman raised a brow and rolled his eyes. Sonic was always a stubborn, immature, parasitic excuse for an organism; he will never learn, will he? Eggman was silent for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and reached for his pocket. He pulled out a laser gun and fired towards the center of Amy’s chest without hesitation.

“WHOA!” Sonic immediately tackled Amy towards the ground, saving her from the fatal shot. The force of his shove caused them to slide across the floor a bit. Amy’s heart rate skyrocketed and she squeezed her eyes shut. Sonic shot up like a bullet and charged.

“YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER!” he yelled. Sonic swung as hard as he could at Eggman’s nose, but his fist bounced off an invisible force-field that encased the pudgy man. Sonic stared at Eggman with a startled expression.

Eggman grinned from ear to ear, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Looks like you found another one of my new experiments.”

Orbot and Cubot lunged from behind and grabbed a hold of Sonic’s legs. “Huh?” Sonic’s head whipped around, and he was dragged across the floor alongside Amy and was thrown onto a circular platform. He saw Orbot smash a button on a remote control, trapping him and Amy in a glass tube. Eggman exploded in laughter as he watched the two bang on the glass.

“HOHOHOHOHOHOHO! GOTCHA! Eggman one, Sonic zero.” he said. Sonic snarled. He punched and kicked as hard as he could against the glass, but to no avail. He looked up, there was a ring light with seven bulbs inside. Six of them made a circle, and the last one was in the center.

Amy clung onto Sonic as the machine began to make a loud whizzing sound. The ring light began to shine brighter and brighter. Amy’s heart began to race and her body was shaking. “S-Sonic? What’s happening?” she exclaimed. Sonic squeezed Amy’s hand for a moment to reassure her, then let go to shield his eyes from the blinding light as it grew stronger.

Eggman continued his laughter until he realized the entire ship was shaking. He stooped down and tried to grab onto something, but couldn’t see anything through the white light. “What?! THIS ISN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! ORBOT TURN IT OFF!! NOWW!” he cried. Orbot flailed around trying to look for the remote, but he could not find it.

The ship began to shake vigorously, tossing Eggman around like a rag doll and causing all of his gadgets, doodads, and his precious sandwich to crash to the ground. Sonic and Amy clung to each other as tightly as they could and watched in shock as the glass case surrounding them began to dissolve into tiny particles.

Amy screamed as the tiles on the floor cracked beneath her feet. Sonic pulled Amy against him and stepped away from the growing hole in the floor, but was trapped by the remaining glass. “Just hold on as tight as you can, Amy! Try not to let go of me!”

Citizens from the park below stared in shock as Eggman’s airship seemed to have a mysterious white aura forming around it. It shook and rumbled and whizzed. Pieces of it started breaking off and dissolving into the air like it was disappearing somewhere else. The noise it was emitting was growing louder and louder. Then, in an instant, the entire ship was engulfed by a bright light and was gone.

Then, Sonic was falling.

CHAPTER TWO

#sonic chaos #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #amy rose #eggman #sonamy #sonic boom #sticks the badger #the-amazing-p3a

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years

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prt3... not finished because I was coming home

Lifting him back up, Keith carried him out and into the dining room. It wasn't much better, but now he so wet that his underwear was filled with slick and his body was demanding some kind of attention. Pulling down his sodden underwear with his teeth and the tiniest bit of help, Keith knelt between his legs before yanking him to the edge of the table and pushing him back enough that his mate could access his opening, while Lance lifted his legs onto Keith's shoulders. Moaning as he began to clean him him with his tongue, Lance began chewing on the first cookie. It was heaven, being eaten out and actually getting to eat, and by the growls Keith was making, his alpha was definitely pretty happy with the way things were currently playing out. Taking his time to finish the first cookie, Lance was finding it hard not to present. Keith was still working and teasing his him with his tongue, but now he'd also worked two fingers in, missing a few times before finally finding his sweet spot, and ruining the game they'd been playing where he teasing Keith by not openly responding as he focused on the cookie. Throwing his head back with a whine, Lance dropped down so he propped up by his elbows

"Keith. Knot"

"I thought we were eating"

"God... does your mother know what you say and do with that mouth"

"Probably. Can you make it back to our room?"

"No"

"Mmm, I won't tell the others if you don't"

"I don't think we're going to need to tell them"

"Then I better remind them who you belong you"

Pulling him down off the table, Keith span him around and pushed him down against it, he wasn't surprised to find Keith had already freed his own erection from his boxers, nor how easily his alpha filled completely

"I want it hard and fast"

"Good, because I was nearly cumming as it was"

Taking his hips, Keith drew out until the tip was just inside of him. Thrusting in sharply, his mate hit his prostate straight on, causing him to claw at the table with the need to get him even deeper. Bringing his right knee up onto the table, Keith moved to support it automatically, not breaking his rhythm at all as he did

"Lance, I'm not going to last"

"Good... because... argh... ah..."

Grabbing his shirt, Keith pulled up as he came, meaning he came up along his chest instead of across the dining room floor. Mewing, he pushed down in preparation for Keith's knot, but at the final moment, Keith slid completely out and came across his arse, his inner thigh and down the back of his leg

"Keith!"

"I can't knot you here. I know your heats supposed to be over, but even as my knot was swelling, it didn't feel enough"

"Wait. You didn't knot me now, because you want to take me back to our bed, and knot me over and over?"

Nuzzling the back of his neck affectionately, Keith nodded

"I want to take my time, and be slow and careful. When your heat ends, we go back to having responsibilities, so I want to take my time to love every inch of your body"

Lance hugged. Not impressed at all. He'd been so close to being knotted... his husband was a goddamn tease

"You could have just said so, instead of pulling out. I feel like crying because you didn't cum in me"

"Grab your cookie, I'll carry you back down"

"I'm covered in cum"

"Mhmm, and the room smells of us"

"Great. If they others go into a rut..."

"They'll have to deal with me"

Gathering up his underwear, Keith helped him back into them, before pulling him close

"Keith?"

"I just love you"

"You "just" love me? I guess that's better than when you used to hate me"

"You know I never really hated you"

"Yep. But you were too busy chasing after Shiro to see my true brilliance"

"Maybe. But enough about that. Hold on tight"

"Just let me get my cookie"

"I wouldn't dream of parting you from it"

"Good alpha. You're learning"

"I'll show you "good alpha"!"

"Really? I thought we were going to keep doing naughty things?"

"We are, but you have to admit we're good at it"

Lance smiled happily as he placed his cookie between his teeth and let Keith lift him. For an end of heat, he was much more alert than normal, and after having a good cry, he was very much content with how things were now.

Poking at his face, Lance swatted Keith's hand away

"I know you're awake"

"I know I'm awake. I just don't want to move"

"Well, I can change that"

"Keith... you only just knotted me"

"I didn't only just knot you"

"So waking up to you thrusting against me, was a figment of my imagination"

"You're the one who started it. I was already inside of you when I woke up"

"Probably because that's how we fell asleep. Now stop moving around, I want cuddles. It's so nice and warm, and perfect for cuddles"

Snaking his arm around his stomach, Keith settled down behind him, pressing kisses to Lance's hair as he did

"How do you feel?"

"My heats over, so I'm tired, sore, happy, moody and I really just want cuddles and food"

"The food fairy came while we were sleeping"

"I love that fairy. I think she cleaned up too"

"Yeah, last night"

"That's embarrassing"

"It's fine. It's her fault for having two sons that can't keep their hands off each other"

"Your hands are fine, it's just the other parts of your body that cause problems"

Keith rocked against him softly

"Not that. Your toes. You always have cold toes!"

"I do not"

"You do! But I love them anyway"

"Because they're mine?"

"No. Because I'm amazingly forgiving like that. I wonder if she'll bring our boys in after we shower. I really need to see them"

"I know not falling pregnant puts omegas in a flunk. Do they help?"

"Yeah... though you didn't need to mention that"

"Sorry. I just know it takes a lot out you"

"It's better when I'm with you"

"Team Klance"

"Yeah. You and me. We could take on the world"

"Mmmm... Lord Keith and his wicked omega"

"More like Lord Lance and his kept alpha"

"I'm down for that. Who knew leading Voltron would have so much paperwork?"

"Dummy. That's why you keep notes"

"Yours were pretty impressive"

"I'm pretty impressive"

"You are..."

Purring Lance burrowed into his pillow, feeling better and more in control of his emotions than he had in movements.

After napping off and on for the next few vargas, finally the feeling of needing to be clean won out. Climbing from the bed, Keith groaned and reached for him

"Where are you going?"

"Shower. I want to clean up and go see the boys"

"Mmm, I miss them"

"Then get out of bed"

"Can't you and them just come back"

"Not when you're covered in slick and cum"

"Oh. Good point"

"Isn't it. Are you coming?"

"Yeah. You should eat too"

"Not yet. My stomachs still tender"

"Tender?"

"It's what happens when you have a lot of amazing sex"

"But other than that?"

"I'm good. Like, really good. My omega has settled, and even if I'm sore, it's a good kind of sore. How about you? How are you lungs? You were coughing last night"

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rceebe-blog · 7 years

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Veil of Sleep (Commission)

A Patreon prize for the ever-awesome Chobin, who wanted me to write about a brother and sister pair who hide their incestuous naughtiness under fake somnophilia. Fun! I live for neat concepts like this. :D Originally I wrote them as Malamutes, Chobin asked me to change them to rats. I think dogmuff and red rocket is better, but rats are good too! Thumbnail background is from Textures.com. Writing (C) me Written for FA: chobin

Nobody questioned the oddity of Kate and Mark living together. They had always gotten along better together than with any of their friends. They had arguments, and cruel things were said sometimes, but mostly they bordered on angelic. Twenty-three years together hadn't made them care about each other any less.

A pair of Dumbo rats with rich black coats, Mark three years the junior of Kate, they made the choice to live together after completing high school. They split the chores down the middle; they had friends and guests; Mark cooked wonderful meals and Kate was teaching him how to drive - a skill he had never bothered to pick up. Their life was idyllic although their pairing was strange, but mom and dad never thought of them as such. They acted normal.

Because, to them, their life was normal. They didn't pretend to be lovers, because they weren't. The fact that they had sex was clandestine in its own way, but only to the point that it was never acknowledged.

"Mark, hey - you busy?"

He looked up from his laptop - he was very proud of his current cookies-per-second in Cookie Clicker, which he'd been building up for months - and saw his sister in the patio doorway. She was damp, her ample assets snug in a red one-piece bikini. A baby blue towel was slung over her shoulder. Although interested, Mark let no lewdness creep into his face or his voice. "Yeah, what's up?"

Kate smiled. "The water's fantastic, you oughta come swim! Your trunks are hanging up in the closet."

"You know I don't like swimming," Mark chuckled.

"More like you want to just play that stupid game," Kate shot back. "Don't even try to tell me you're working, I know you way too well for that."

Mark scowled, blushing. "Go splash in the pool and leave me be, would you?" Kate turned and left, laughing. Mark took a longing look at her plump bottom as she went outdoors, the contrast of the light obscuring her quickly. He was getting hard, and cookies were getting boring. He set the laptop aside, plugging it in on the coffee table, and walked to the door somewhat stiffly. "Hey sis?"

She caught sight of him at the doorway and splashed water at him. It hit the deck near his feet, making him flinch and her chuckle. "Yeah? You change your mi-i-ind?"

"Of course not," Mark huffed. "I'm gonna go and take a nap. All right?"

Kate, face suddenly wan, licked her lips. "Think you need one? You slept in this morning."

He smiled. "I'm feeling really sleepy all of a sudden. Try not to be too noisy."

Mark pulled the blackout curtain across the window and peeled back the covers. Naked save for his briefs (purple with black edges, Kate's favorite colors), he laid back in bed and sighed. He didn't feel the least bit tired.

Hardly ten minutes later, with fur still damp and freshly rumpled by a vigorous toweling, the chubby beauty Kate tiptoed into the bedroom. There lay her younger brother, sprawled and allegedly snoozing. She smiled and knelt on the bed, her weight pulling down the mattress, making Mark shift. She wasn't concerned with waking him up. He was, she often noted with no irony, a very heavy sleeper.

Kate caressed the hump of his penis, tail wagging, slinging tiny droplets of water onto the carpet. She loved the purple ones so much.

Under her touch, Mark's member filled out. Its length seemed to grow under the taut canvas of the briefs, and she slid her fingers up toward the waistband. A smear of precum began to ooze into the fabric, adding musk to the wet fur smell dominating the bedroom. Kate licked her lips as she pulled up Mark's briefs, tugging cautiously downward to expose his thick pink meat. Its rounded head oozed precum along his pubic mound, and soon his belly.

Sometimes Kate liked to sit on it; sometimes she licked his asshole and stroked him. Today her brother was enjoying just a quick nap, and she felt her efforts should be suitably brief and tidy. She leaned lower, breasts hanging alluringly in the clutches of the bikini - if only Mark had been able to see them.

Mark's balls in one hand and its twin braced on the bed, Kate brought her soft lips to her brother's waiting shaft and took it in with no hesitation. She licked and began to suckle, coaxing the flesh to harden more and more, soon enough that it neatly filled out her short muzzle. She reached up without really paying attention, looping her thumb and forefinger around the base before giving it a squeeze, making it throb and her snoozing brother shudder.

Kate's tail swished as she blew her sweet little brother. The bitter-salty flavor of his precum made her tongue tingle in a way as familiar as it was wonderful, and under the bikini, her muff throbbed and drooled. She dared to reach down and touch it, fingering herself through the slightly damp fabric. It had been just that morning that she'd ridden his meat and climaxed on it, and already she wanted it there again. She could still taste her own distinct flavor on his penis.

The pretty rat pushed her snout lower, letting her teeth drag softly on the flesh. She wrapped her tongue around it, squeezing and tugging in a way her sleeping brother deeply enjoyed if his moans and soft squirming were anything to go by. Sometimes, in his supposed sleep, Mark was known to fondle and squeeze her. She was disappointed his present dreams weren't quite so vivid.

In lieu of her brother's unconscious touch, Kate slipped her fingers around the border of her bikini and dug her fingers into herself. Soft shivers passed through her body, ending with a wiggle of her tail. A smile on her face, she shoved down her pretty muzzle until her nose bumped his narrow hips. Several deep sniffs drew his scent far into her body, where his pheromones easily worked their magic on her. Sealing her lips around his penis sloppily at best, she started to suck, and so did she start bobbing. Mark softly squeaked. It was an utterly blissful noise.

Kate slipped her fingers free, the flesh damp with honey. She brought them up, pressing them to her brother's lips and smearing them across the flesh of his nose. Instinct - maybe a desire to suckle from mother again, she thought - saw him open his mouth. He let her fingers seat against his tongue before he sucked on them.

Precum continually drooled from Mark's cock, but sometimes it shot against the palate of Kate's mouth. No matter how quickly it came, it was always welcome. Thick and notably musky, it conveyed his pheromones in a way she could taste - much like the secretions she smeared across his tongue, although her fingers were cleaned by then, the honey replaced by slobber. She still kept them there, chancing gentle presses on her brother's slurping tongue, knowing from experience how he liked a little oral stimulation in his sleep.

When Mark slept in, his morning wood was quite tough to beat down. She had ridden him for the better part of an hour that morning before he finally shot his wad; but the midafternoon naps were never anything more than quickies. It was just how he was, and she understood that and even enjoyed it. Like the deprived sleeper's body reconditioning itself to get as much REM as possible, Kate packed in as much pleasure into Mark's brief siestas as she could. She sucked on him hard, grinding his penis into the firm ridges of her palate, sandwiching it between that and the delicate softness of her tongue. The sleeper panted around her invading fingers, bucking awkwardly, fingers and toes curling and uncurling again and again. He was close, and she could tell as much from his body language as his smell.

Kate pulled back her fingers but did not touch herself with them again; she slipped them under her brother's heavy ballbag and prodded the pucker of his anus. He emitted a very brief but telling gasp and bucked more sharply into her maw than before. Kate, smiling and knowing what a heavy sleeper her brother could be when a climax was just upon him, eased one finger into his body. She sank it slowly but implacably until it was buried to the knuckle, riding on a coating of saliva. She performed no acrobatics with it, and there was no need to when a simple, single digit holding her brother's asshole open was enough to make him pop. It was something she knew from experience.

Mark shuddered, almost breaking the facade of sleep as he shot his load. A deep and abiding groan shook out of him and his countenance was briefly a painful one when he clenched on his sister's finger. (He was not, as she liked to tease him sometimes, an anal kind of guy.) Two fat ropes of cum shot into her mouth, a dribble following them, and that was it for the rat whom had already dumped his nuts deep into his sister's snug box that morning. He fell slack, huffing through his nostrils with each breath. He felt like actually sleeping at that moment.

Slowly and with much satisfaction, Kate drew back her muzzle, finger a moment later. She slithered her plus-sized body over his and pecked his cheek with a wet smack. "Mmm... I think I'm gonna take a nap now," she murmured near his ear, slipping gracefully off the bed and onto her feet. She left, hips swaying, and Mark surreptitiously opened his eyes to see it happen. The show was, of course, for him.

A real snooze could wait. His sister's delectable body couldn't. He slipped out of bed himself and yawned. It was time to give his big sissy some sweet dreams of her own.

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