Aside from being an aspiring writer, working on a number of projects. I am also trying to start a cafe business.
Café Yemoja is a dream in the making—a family-friendly café built around comfort food, imaginative flavors, and genuine connection. Our goal is to create a space where families, friends, and neighbors can eat well, laugh often, and make memories that last long after the meal is over.
So far I had two taste tests so far of my food menu. I will soon post drinks tests but I am waiting to get a espresso machine and other appliances.
Bad Romance Disney Adventure Chapter 2: Disneyland
Miniseries: Bad Romance Disney Adventure
Main Series: Bad Romance
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Leo (past)
A/N: Here it is, finally, part 2 of the Bad Romance gang at Disney, per ask from @nestledonthaveone. Special thanks to @harleybeaumont and @dcbbw for bouncing ideas around with me and prereading a few snippets. Also, both of the above writers plus @karahalloway for just going with it when I requested their “best description of vomit.” I’ve credited specific lines/words at the end of the fic so as not to give away anything here.
Rating: MA
Warnings for this chapter: Language, Graphic Vomiting
Word Count: 3,156
My other stuff: Master List.
“Unky Leo! Unky Leo!” Jax bounced up and down, demanding attention.
“What is it, kid?” Leo asked as he peered down into the toddler’s face. His eyes ran over the boy’s face, taking in the copper colored eyes, the chestnut hair that fell straight and silky almost to his shoulders, the shape of his chin, his cheekbones, his nose.
“Rides! Rides!” He screeched as he pointed at various attractions all around them.
“Yeah, buddy, lots of rides!” Leo agreed, tousling the toddler’s hair. Glancing over at Liam, he remarked, “There’s no way this is your kid, you know that, right?”
Liam shook his head, “He’s mine in every way that matters Leo.”
“Yeah….I don’t think the royal council would see it that way.”
“And who the fuck is going to tell them, huh, Rys?” Drake demanded
Leo threw his arms up in the air, “Not me! I was just making an observation, that’s all! Sheesh, so fucking sensitive.”
“Leo, didn’t I tell you to stop provoking him?” Riley asked, placing her hand on his arm.
Leo positively lit up as his eyes dipped down to where she was touching him then back up to her face. He covered her hand with his own, “You did. But it’s so much goddamn fun! It’s too easy! It’s not my fault he has a fucking hair trigger.”
“Oh, look, our guide is here!” Max interrupted.
A young man with a Disneyland nametag smiled at them, “Hello, Smith family. My name is Jason and I’ll be your guide today for your VIP tour. I have a list of your ride preferences and suggested start times for each based on my conversation with Max earlier. Are you ready to get started?”
Riley shot a sidelong glance at Liam as she mouthed, “Smith? Really?”
Liam shrugged. They had to use assumed names, he couldn’t very well book it under King Liam Rys of Cordonia, now could he?
Riley read all of that in his expression. She shook her head to convey, yeah, but Smith, really? It seemed too obvious.
Liam pursed his lips as he read all of that in her expression. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying not to sulk. He’d gotten them a VIP tour of Disneyland, hadn’t he? He knew Drake was freaking out about security, but there were at least two dozen guardsmen dressed as tourists milling around watching them covertly. It would be fine. The fake last name he’d booked it under seemed like a minor detail.
“I think we’re starting with space mountain!” Jason informed them in his best tour guide voice, “Who’s ready?”
“Me! Me! I am!” Ellie jumped up and down then spun in a circle, did a front roll then stood up and jumped again.
“Wow. She is really ready!” Leo observed.
The group started walking, following the tour guide. They were all mesmerized by the sights. There was so much to see and so much to do. Riley was too busy looking around to notice Xander had stopped walking until she tripped over him. “Oof!”
“Whoa there!” Drake called out as he caught her in his arms.
“Thanks, damn.” She blinked up at him, “Where did you come from?”
“While you were watching everything but your step, I was watching you. It’s what I do.”
Riley smiled at him, “You really are totally obsessed with me, aren’t you?”
“Obviously. Now, are you ok?”
“Yes, but….Xander, honey, what are you doing?” She turned to look at her son who was still rooted to the spot, eyes wide as saucers. Riley followed his gaze to find his eyes locked on Pluto. “Oh, no. Liam?”
“What is it, love?”
“I think your son is scared of Pluto.”
Liam squatted down in front of him, “Hey buddy, are you ok?”
Xander didn’t speak, didn’t move, just continued to stare at Pluto.
“What wrong with ‘ander?” Jax’s lip started to tremble.
“Oh, hey, kiddo, it’s ok!” Drake knelt next to Jax, but it was too late. The toddler’s eyes filled with tears as he let out an ear splitting shriek.
“Jesus!” Leo put his hands over his ears, “Fuck, can someone shut that kid up?”
“Leo.” Drake said through gritted teeth, his eyes still focused on his child, “Just shut up, will you? You’re as bad as the kids, fuck!”
“You said fuck.” Ellie pointed between them accusingly, “Mommy! Tata said fuck! So did uncle Leo! They’re not supposed to say that word, right?”
“Hey, it’s ok, Xander, watch!” Max went over and got a high five from Pluto, “See? Pluto is totally cool! Do you want to give him a high five?”
Xander shook his head slowly from side to side, eyes still wide. Jax threw himself of the pavement and started thrashing around. Drake bent over and hauled Jax off the ground as Max tried to convince Ellie to give Pluto a high five and Liam comforted Xander.
Ellie approached the giant dog and held her hand out with a tentative smile. Xander’s eyes grew even wider as he yelled out, “Ellie, no!”
Ellie hesitated, glanced back at her brother’s terrified face then turned and shoved Pluto as hard as she could, sending him stumbling back to crash into Max.
Drake thrust Jax into the closest adult’s arms as he ran to restrain Ellie who was now swinging on Pluto. That person happened to be Leo. “Oh…ok….”
Drake pulled Ellie back as Liam raced to help Max up from the ground where he had sprawled after stumbling backwards and tripping over a curb. Riley took his place next to Xander, wrapping her arms around him and murmuring words of comfort as he buried his face into her body and sobbed, “Ellie! Ellie!”
“What the hell?” Leo muttered as he felt something warm spreading across his stomach. Glancing down he saw a wet spot growing across the fabric of his light grey, soft linen Laguna button up shirt. “Fuck! Shit! Goddamn it!”
Drake held a still swinging Ellie tightly in his arms as he told Pluto, “It might be best if you just go, ok?”
Pluto nodded his head as he placed his large hands over his mouth. He waved as he ambled away.
“Max!” Leo bellowed, “Come take this kid please! He peed on me!”
Max pulled Jax out of Leo’s arms as Pluto left, and Drake, Liam and Riley calmed the other two children.
Leo stripped his shirt off and asked the guide, “Is there a clothing store around here somewhere?”
“Yes, sir.” Jason answered, “Come on, I’ll take you to the nearest gift shop.”
Riley eyed Leo’s bare chest and shoulders appreciatively, “Damn, Leo. Been keeping up with your gym routine?”
A self satisfied smirk broke out across his face as he flexed for her. He winked at her as he replied, “You know it babe!”
Drake’s eyes tracked back and forth from Riley to Leo as he inserted his body between them and draped an arm around her shoulder. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “If you just want to drool over pecs and abs, I’d be more than happy to remove my shirt for you.”
She grinned up at him with interest, “Really? Right here? In the middle of Disneyland?”
Drake nipped at the side of her neck as they walked, “If that’s what the lady wants……..”
Jax exited the gift shop skipping. He was delighted with his brand new Mickey Mouse shirt and short set. Leo was less excited about his new amusement park t-shirt emblazoned with the image of Goofy.
The rest of the morning flew by in a blur of rides, attractions and children’s giggles. They stopped at Award Wieners for lunch on Jason’s recommendation. “If the kids like chilidogs, you’re going to want to try this place.”
The third time Drake had to chase Jax across the room, a woman in a group of French tourists at a nearby table told her companions, “Les parents américains sont de tels jeux d'enfant. Regardez ces enfants. Petite merde. Mes parents n'auraient jamais permis un tel comportement!”
Riley turned to stare at the woman as she whispered to Liam, “Did she just call us pushovers and say our kids are little shits?”
Liam, ever the diplomate, tried to diffuse the situation, “Riley, sweetheart, let’s not cause a scene.”
Drake had no such qualms, “That’s exactly what she said.”
Before any of the adults could react, Ellie turned her gaze on the woman and responded, in perfect French, “Peut-être que vos parents auraient dû vous inculquer certaines manières. Imaginez une femme adulte adulte qui parle de la merde des enfants d'âge préscolaire.”
Riley’s face lit up in delight, she grabbed Max’s arm, “Did my daughter just tell that woman her parents should have taught her some manners?”
Max grinned at her, “She said, and I quote, perhaps your parents should have instilled some manners in you. Imagine being a grown adult woman talking shit about preschoolers.”
The woman stuttered and stumbled over an apology before hurriedly excusing herself from the table with a deep flush.
“Very good, Ellie, mama’s proud of you!” Riley high fived her daughter.
As Ellie drew her arm back from the high five, her elbow collided with her cup, sending the fruit punch flying.
“Fuck!” Leo’s chair shot away from the table as the coldness from the icy beverage shocked him, the red color soaking through quickly to the skin, ruining the white of the goofy t-shirt. “Are you kidding me? Again?”
“I’m so sorry uncle Leo!” Ellie’s bottom lip protruded as tears stared to gather in the corners of her eyes.
Leo’s pique evaporated immediately. “Oh, no. Don’t cry, baby girl, it’s ok, I’m not mad, see?” Leo stripped his shirt off for the second time that day. “I didn’t like this shirt anyway.”
Liam sighed in annoyance as he watched Riley’s eyes casually track down Leo’s torso while she sipped her iced tea. “I’m beginning to think he’s doing it on purpose.”
Drake grunted in agreement.
Max leaned in, “He’s not seriously flirting with her though, right? I mean, she’s eight and half months pregnant!”
All three men’s heads turned to watch as Leo used the Goofy t-shirt to wipe the sticky liquid from his chiseled abs, his movements slow and languid as he drew the fabric up and down his body, his eyes locked on Riley the entire time.
“Oh yeah, he’s flirting.” Liam confirmed.
“Fucker.” Drake muttered.
After a second detour to a gift shop, Leo pulled a light blue shirt with the Disneyland logo on it over his head as he conversed with the tour guide. They were waiting for Riley and Ellie outside the women’s restroom.
“So, how are you all related?” Jason asked curiously.
“Well, that one is my brother.” Leo pointed at Liam.
“Right. And she’s married to which one?”
“Same. Him, my brother.” Leo gestured again.
“Really?” Jason looked surprised, as he pointed to Drake, “I would have bet it was that guy.”
“Well, I mean, they’re kind of all with her.” Leo offered.
Jason blinked, “Wait. What?”
“Yeah, have you ever seen that show Sister Wives?”
“Yes…”
“It’s like that. Brother husbands!” Leo laughed at his own joke.
“All three of them?” Jason asked incredulously.
“Yeah.” Leo nodded.
“But not you?” The guide arched an eyebrow questioningly.
Leo shook his head sadly, “Nope, not me.”
“Didn’t make the cut huh?”
“What? No! I mean, yes, I mean- you know what?” Leo raised his voice trying to get Liam’s attention, “Can we get a different guide? I don’t like this one!”
Liam shook his head as he called back, “Jason has been nothing short of an amazing guide. I would never dream of replacing him or besmirching his professional reputation.”
“That’s…whatever.” Leo growled, “What are we doing next?”
“Spinning teacups!” Max answered him.
“Really? Teacups?” Leo asked skeptically.
“Feel free to go seek out some of the more adult friendly rides on your own.” Drake told him.
“Yes, Leo.” Liam chimed in, “I’m sure you could have a really good time on your own. Probably even pick up a woman. We all know how much you like casual, anonymous sex.”
“No, thanks.” Leo shook his head with a smug smile, “I do like that, but I’m having fun with you guys.”
When they arrived at the teacup ride, Leo quickly exclaimed, “I’m riding with Riley!”
Liam, Max and Drake looked at each other for a moment, a look passed between them, then Drake answered, “Fine. But you have to take Ellie and Xander with you.”
“Deal!” Leo crowed, pausing only a moment to wonder why Drake had acquiesced so quickly. It wasn’t like him.
Leo climbed into a car with Riley and the two older children while the other three men took their seats with Jax in between them.
“Now remember,” Liam warned, “No one spin that wheel, we don’t want a motion sick toddler.”
“Not to worry.” Max assured him, “I don’t like things that spin. That’s Ellie.”
“Yeah,” Drake agreed, as he shot a smile Leo’s direction, “and Xander is the one who gets motion sick.”
Leo’s head snapped up, “What?” But it was too late, the ride was starting.
Ellie gleefully reached for the steering wheel in the center of the ride and twisted.
“Hey, Ellie!” Leo tried for a cajoling tone, “How about we don’t spin this thing, ok?”
“Don’t be scared Uncle Leo!” Ellie giggled as she spun the wheel harder.
“Aiyeeeee!” Xander yelled as their cup spun faster.
“I’m not scared, sweetheart, I’m just worried about your brother!”
Riley glanced at Xander, who was yelling and laughing, “He’s fine!” She assured him.
Leo wasn’t so sure. He looked around until he found the rest of their group in the yellow teacup. Drake was watching him with a look of anticipatory amusement on his face. Shit. He had a feeling he was going to need another shirt.
Miraculously, they made it through the ride with no one throwing up. Leo heaved a sigh of relief as he helped Riley out of the cup. Ellie scrambled out and ran past him as he reached back and lifted Xander out.
As they walked toward the exit, Xander stumbled and weaved from side to side. Ellie giggled and pointed, “Look! Xander’s dizzy!”
Leo barely glanced at the child, turning his attention instead to his sister in law as they exited back onto the main walkway in front of the attraction, “Come on, Riley, you don’t need to be walking all over this huge ass park! Let those guys take the kids, we can find some shade and sit, and I will fetch you turkey legs!”
He felt a tug on the hem of his shirt, he looked down to find Xander staring up at him, “Uncle Leo?”
“Yeah buddy?” His brows drew together as he watched Xander mumble something that he couldn’t hear. He squatted down to get on eye level with his nephew, grasping him by both shoulders as he asked, “What did you say Xan?”
Xander opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but instead a steamy, chunky stream what looked like a thick mixture of enchilada sauce and cottage cheese spewed from his mouth, hitting Leo square in the chest and splattering onto his face and arms.
“Shit!” Leo yelped as he fell backwards, trying to scrabble away from Xander who was still heaving chunks of his lunch.
Riley was unbothered. “Oh no. Maybe letting him have two chilidogs and funnel cake at lunch was a mistake, huh?”
“You think?” Leo stared at her in wide eyed horror as he pushed himself off the ground and stumbled toward Max, “A little help?”
“Oh….oh, no.” Max shook his head violently and took a step back as he retched a little, “I can’t…..”
“Oh, what’s wrong, Max?” Leo stepped closer as a mischievous grin spread across his face, “Can’t handle a little vomit?”
“I…no…” Max took another step backwards, and retched again, “I mean it, Leo, I’m a sympathetic puker!”
“Max, buddy.” Leo opened his arms wide like he was going to hug him.
“Leo, oh!” There was a dry heave then suddenly Max was spewing his lunch all over Leo.
“Fuck!” Leo turned and vomited into the bushes.
Liam turned to Drake with a shrug, “He kind of asked for that.”
Drake was shaking with laughter as tears of mirth streamed down his face, “I wish….I wish… I’d gotten that….gotten that… on video!” He bent double and grasped his stomach as he struggled to catch his breath.
Unfortunately, there was another sympathetic puker that had witnessed the whole display. The teenage boy inside the Dumbo costume hurled at about the same time Leo did. Though it was expressly against park rules to remove the head from the costume for any reason, he was beyond caring as the overwhelming stench from his own half digested lunch that now coated the inside of the already stifling suit made his stomach continue to roil. The risk of getting fired wasn’t even on his mind as he pulled the head off.
Ellie’s eyes opened wide as she watched Dumbo pull his own head off his body. She let out an earth shattering scream at the same time Jax noticed and began crying hysterically as he pointed, “Ella pant dead! Ella pant dead!”
Xander stopped throwing up and added his own screams to Ellie and Jax’s.
“Fuck!” Leo wiped his mouth as he rejoined the group, “This is why I’m never having kids!”
“Excuse you?” Liam blinked at him in astonishment, “You’ve had no less than twenty six paternity suits filed against you!” He would know, he always had to sign off on the royal lawyers representing Leo in court.
Leo scoffed, “Only seven of those turned out to be mine.”
Liam didn’t respond to that as he’d turned his attention to attempting to calm his hysterical children.
Riley passed out some baby wipes to Max, Leo and the kid in the Dumbo suit.
Turning to the tour guide, Leo asked, “Is there a place I can shower around here?”
“Uh….yes, there are showers in the restrooms near Calypso Pool. Shall I take you there?”
“Yes, please and I’m going to need pants in addition to a shirt this time.”
Riley eyed him critically up and down, “You look like you’re about Drake’s size. I can go pick out some clothes for you while you shower. We’ll meet you over there.”
“Thank you, beautiful, you’re an angel.” He grinned at her, already shirtless again.
Jason pointed out the nearest gift shop before turning to escort Leo to the pool. Riley placed a hand on her stomach as she felt a contraction ripple through her abdomen. It was nothing, she decided, just some Braxton hicks.
“Everything ok?” Drake asked her.
“Just fine.” She smiled up at him, “Now let’s go get Leo some clothes.”
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Words/lines that were used with permission from brain storming sessions:
@dcbbw for “Riley was unbothered” and “Come on, Riley, you don’t need to be walking all over this huge ass park! Let us find some shade and sit and I will fetch you turkey legs!”
@harleybeaumont for “steamy” and @karahalloway for “chunky”, @dcbbw for “mixture of enchilada sauce and cottage cheese”
Pairings: Caesar x MC (Arin), Antony x MC, Syphax x MC, Caesar x Syphax
Rating: Very, very NSFW and includes exhibitionism/voyeurism and dub con – this story is about Antony gifting MC to Caesar. This won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. I’m not even sure if it’s mine, but this is where my thoughts ended up after Ch17. Strictly adults only. You have been warned.
A/N: While I used to be quite the ancient history buff, I’m drawing more on Spartacus the TV series than the Institutes of Justinian (which taught me about furtum and usufruct but not so much what happens when you get gifted to the Supreme Ruler of an Empire). Sorry about all the historical inaccuracies. I will play fast and loose with the source material just like PB does.
Thank you to @debramcg1106 for pre-reading.
Slave
“Antony.”
“Caesar.”
Arin watches as the two men embrace.
Caesar peers around her former patron, eyeing her carefully. “Well, well. What do we have here?”
Antony reaches a hand back and guides her forward. “This is Arin of the Catauni. Former courtesan of Lena’s scholae and now my gift to you, friend.”
Summary: Sarah an aspiring writer has her life crashing down when her husband leaves her for his co worker. What happens when Chris her college crush moves in next door?
Josh returns home as Tiffany sits on the couch her arms crossed she looks at Josh “You have fun?”
“What do you do mean I just dropped Emma off”
“And left me here”
“What’s the problem you didn’t say you wanted to come”
Tiffany stands “This is exactly what I’ve been talking about you’ve been spending so much time with your ex-wife acting like you’re all buddy buddy!”
Josh rolled his eyes “I barley even talked to Sarah I just dropped Emma off” Josh sets his keys on the table “What do you want me to do Tiff I only talk to her about Emma you want me to argue with her in front of Emma”
“Well no that’s not what I want”
Josh sighs “Ok I’m calling a therapist”
Tiffany blinks “What?”
“We need to do something about this insecurities of yours”
Tiffany stomps frustrated “I’m not insecure!”
“Clearly you are and need I remind you that Sarah has a boyfriend”
Tiffany stares at him before breaking down and running off
Josh stares at her before pulling out his phone “Yup we’re gonna need that therapist”
****
Chris and Sarah rested on the couch after a long day of soccer and ice cream. Sarah rests her head on Chris as they watch a movie.
Chris smiles down at her as she eats chips “You look amazing”
Sarah giggles “Amazing? I was covered in grass stains and ice cream”
Chris chuckles as he kisses her forehead “Still look amazing”
“Thanks Chris geez I’m so tired”
“Me too the way those boys tackled us”
Sarah laughs “I thought you were gonna fall over”
Chris chuckles “Well that’s how these soccer boys are especially when you’re carrying the kid won scored the winning goal”
Sarah smiles “Oh yeah that was awesome his teammates would let him go”
Chris chuckles “Oh yeah and they all wanted to buy him ice cream”
“Your son has a fan club now”
Chris laughs “Yeah and he won’t let us forget it”
Sarah giggles as she sighs “Now we can relax and enjoy ourselves”
“You know we can do right now?”
“What?”
Chris kisses her deeply and pins her to the couch “Mmm this”
Sarah giggles “Chris we can’t do this now!”
“You better keep your voice down babe unless you wanna wake the kids” Sarah’s giggles as Chris kisses her neck “Mmm I love you Sarah”
“I love you too Chris”
Chris kisses her deeply as she pulls him closer
Suddenly there’s a banging on the door startling them apart
Sarah looks towards the door “Who the hell is banging on my door like that?” She stands to answer it but Chris stops her
“No you’re not answering I’ll open it”
Sarah nods as Chris goes to open the door. The minute Chris opens it Tiffany barges in “You!” She jabs a finger at Sarah
Chris immediately rushes to Sarah shielding her “Whoa hold on”
“You stay out of it!”
“It’s alright Chris I’ve got this” Sarah steps around him “What do you want?”
“You’re ruining my relationship with Josh!”
Sarah blinks before she laughs “What are you talking about?”
“Every time he’s always defending you never taking my side!”
Sarah raises an eyebrow “And that’s my problem because?”
“It’s all your fault that we’re fighting!”
Chris pulls Sarah behind him “Ok time for you to leave”
“No! Not until she fixes this”
Sarah rolls her eyes “Whatever is happening between you and Josh that’s between you and him”
“But it’s like he loves you better than me! It’s not fair!”
“Would you stop yelling before you wake up my daughter!”
“And my son” Chris points at the door “Get out of here you crazy bitch”
“How dare you?!”
Sarah pulls out her phone and dials
“Who are you calling?!”
Josh answers “Sarah?”
Tiffany’s eyes widen as she hears Josh’s voice
“Why is your fiancé at my house?”
There’s a pause “What?”
“You’re on speaker”
“Tiff why are you over there?!”
“I was just”
Chris grabs the phone “Hey come and get your deranged fiancé cause I’m 2 seconds from calling the police!”
Tiffany’s face drains of color “No! Don’t call the cops!”
Sarah points at the door “Then get out you psychotic bitch!”
“Mommy?”
Sarah looks to the steps and sees Emma and Jack standing at the top
Jack rubs his eyes “What’s going on dad? We heard yelling”
Sarah quickly rushes to them “Don’t worry about it just go back to your room”
Emma sees Tiffany “Why is she here?”
The door bursts open and Josh walks in grabbing Tiffany’s arm “What the hell are you doing?”
“Nothing!”
Chris steps up to them angrily lowering his voice “Get your bitch and get out”
Josh notices Emma at the stairs then turns to Tiffany “You trying to scare my daughter what’s wrong with you?!”
Tiffany cries “I’m sorry!”
Josh pulls her arm “Let’s go now!” He drags her out the door
Chris slams the door closed and rushes to Jack “You alright?”
“Yeah but who was that?”
Chris shakes his head “Nobody don’t worry about it let’s get you back to bed”
Sarah and Chris brings them to the room and after making sure they’re ok they close the door and walk downstairs.
Sarad huffs as she sits on the couch “That bitch had to ruin our evening there’s something seriously wrong with her!”
Chris sighs “Yeah there is” He pulls her into his arms “Don’t worry about her she’s obviously got some mental health issues let’s focus on us”
GOOD NEWS: I am making progress on my story projects and will start posting again as soon as I can. Plus finally am at the point to start testing menu items for my cafe and will post recipes.
BAD NEWS: Earlier this week I was diagnosed with breast cancer (Invasive Ductal Carcinoma). Not sure what sucks more having cancer or being treated for it.
Summary: Sarah an aspiring writer has her life crashing down when her husband leaves her for his co worker. What happens when Chris her college crush moves in next door?
Josh is helping Emma pack her things while she excitedly chats “Daddy this is gonna be fun! You packed everything right? Don’t forget a single thing”
Josh chuckled as he zipped the duffel bag “I didn’t everything is in here”
“Good I can’t wait”
The door opens and Tiffany enters her eyes in shock as she sees the packing she slowly approaches “Hello Emma”
Emma looks at her and frowns and mutters “Hi…” Then she stands abruptly “Oh daddy! I forgot my sign!” Emma races upstairs as Josh laughs
“Em you don’t need a sign! It’s not the world cup!”
“But I spent all night making it!”
Josh laughs “Ok find it fast!”
“I will!”
Tiffany looks at Josh confused “Um what’s going on?”
“She’s just excited about her friend’s soccer game”
Tiffany sits on the couch holding her stomach “Oh I see”
Josh checks his phone then yells “Hurry up Em! I’m gonna drop you by the field!”
“I’m coming daddy!”
“Oh damn forgot a lunch for her” Josh hurries to the kitchen and begins to pack a lunch
Tiffany slowly approaches him “Um have you talked to her about?”
“Tiff I already told you it’s her decision I’ll keep trying but I really don’t wanna force her”
Tiffany looks down at the floor “Oh”
“You know it’s your own fault if you just kept your mouth shut and not badmouth Sarah while Emma is around”
“I was just””
Josh cuts her off “Look I think the only way that Emma is gonna warm up to you and come to the wedding is if you drop your insecurities and apologize and be civil with Sarah”
Tiffany looks up as Josh continues “I’m not saying be besties with her but be nice and no drama there’s no competition between the two of you”
Emma runs down the stairs with a paper in her hand “I found it daddy!”
Josh smiles “Good here’s your lunch” He hands her lunch box and grabs her bag as she excitedly puts on her shoes “Come on let’s go to the car”
“Ok daddy!”
Emma grabs her jacket as she happily walks out the door. Josh looks at Tiffany “Remember what I said” He grabs his keys and they head out the door.
Tiffany sits down slowly Well I guess I’ll wait till they come back
****
Sarah is with Chris at the soccer field while the team does some exercise. Jack runs over to Chris who hands him a bottle of water “Thanks dad where’s Emma?”
Sarah smiles “She’s on her way” A car pulls up in the parking lot “Oh there she is now” Sarah makes her way over to the car and opens the door. Emma hops out “Mommy!”
“Hi baby come on you ready”
“Yeah! Bye daddy!”
“Bye see you next week” Sarah closes the door and waves to Josh as he drives away
Chris watches this Huh this is a big change since the last time still don’t trust him
“Chris?” Chris snaps out of his thoughts as he sees Sarah looking at him curiously “You ok?”
Chris smiles as he kisses her cheek “I’m fine babe”
Sarah smiles “Good I don’t want you to miss anything”
Jack grins as he sees Emma waving excitedly from a team huddle as Emma waves back holding her sign
Sarah giggles “They’re so excited”
“I know”
The game begins with both teams neck and neck. Jack’s team scores the first goal with other team scoring the second goal. As the game goes on the other teams starts catching up and soon their tied
Chris watches then smirks “This is just like football”
Sarah giggles “This is nothing like football”
Chris whispers “Don’t you remember coming to all my games?”
“Oh I remember that I remember us sneaking into the locker room when no one was there”
“Oh you naughty girl wanna go find a locker room right now?”
“Chris!”
Chris chuckles as he looks up and sees Jack has the ball he watches intensely as Jack dodges his opponents then scores the goal
Chris cheers the loudest as Jacks teammates congratulate him
Chris runs over to him hugging him tightly “I knew you could do it”
“Thanks dad” Chris looks around then pulls Jack into a corner “Got something to ask you”
“What is it?”
“How would feel if I married sarah”
Jack thinks for a moment then smiles “I like her ok dad”
I should've known that this was a ripoff of The Village since some aspects were reminding me of it - that twist took me out. I mean, the book was getting slow & monotonous & losing the intrigue it had at first. But that twist really soured my feelings on this book. Alice's talents really peaked at Arcanum, didn't they? 😭
I believe I got the best ending for the Haze path? My girl guided the villagers away with the help of the koscheis and they all went to the other side enthusiastically, literally free from the gods.
I don't hate it. I honestly thought I was gonna get a shittier ending, but I'm kinda glad things worked out despite playing w/o a walkthrough.
That ending with my Lada & Ozar reminded me of the part of Arcanum's ending where you meet your LI after returning to the real world. Thing is, I didn't feel as strongly about it? Honestly, the ending should've just stopped at everyone running for the city in the distance. The reincarnation thing just doesn't have the same magic as Selena turning her life around & reuniting with her LI in Arcanum. The pics of Lada growing up would've been cute if they weren't AI slop.
And The Haze Will Take Us is so disappointing. There's a solid atmosphere that's ruined by the twist, interesting story & character writing that could've benefitted from a better pace, & an MC that's clearly Alice's worst. The LIs are the only reasons why I don't dislike it completely.
If I made my RC Stories I've Completed - Ranked by Memes video now, I'd ranked this a 2.5/10 with this clip:
Nothing had really changed for Adelaide. She still resided in the opulent mansion she had lived in her entire life. Instead of belonging to her father, as it had when she was a child, it now belonged to her daughter. Or at least it would, once this whole ordeal was over.
“As I was saying,” the young king sitting in her drawing room accepted the glass of bourbon she handed him. “Right now the estate is in the hands of the crown but I have every intention of bestowing it upon Countess Madeliene as soon as this unpleasant business is over.”
Madeliene would never throw her out. Madeliene had, in fact, been doing most of the work of running the duchy for years anyway.
“Assuming you both cooperate with the investigation, that is.” Liam watched the bourbon swirl as he twirled the glass in his hand. “I have every faith that your daughter is quite competent to rule Krona.”
Madeliene was good at ruling. She was good at whatever she put her mind too. Adelaide had never been much good at anything other than drinking and gossip and she knew it. Her father hadn’t adequately prepared her for ruling, telling her that her future husband would tend to such mundane tasks for her.
Boy, had he.
Godfrey had ruled everything. Her duchy, his duchy, their homelife. He had kept track of the finances. Her job was to spend the money, he had told her. His was to make it, invest it, safeguard it.
She had never suspected he had been funneling it to The Sons of the Earth. She had never suspected him of espionage or treason, much less cold blooded murder. Infidelity, yes. Sure.
Godfrey was the reason she drank.
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” she demurred as she poured herself another vodka. “I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
Everyone assumed she was just a spoiled rich girl. Daddy’s little princess. A privileged socialite. And while she was those things, she had once aspired to be much more.
She had wanted to be an opera singer. She loved singing and she was good at it. But when her father found out she had an audition at a prestigious opera house in Stormholt City, he’d locked her in her room for a week and threatened to disinherit her.
She had dedicated her life, instead, to her husband and her daughter. Her husband had betrayed her and her country, and her daughter hated her. Maybe hate was too strong a word. Madeliene certainly had little respect for her mother. Adelaide was afraid her daughter pitied her.
She couldn’t blame her for it, though, could she? What had she done, after all, to command any respect? She brought the cool glass to her forehead with a sigh. “Just tell me what you need.”
“Excellent!” Liam smiled like he had just won the lottery. “I knew I could count on you! Regina said you’d see reason.”
Ah, yes, her cousin Regina. The one who had actually married well. If her father could see how Godfrey had turned out, he would be so disappointed. Gripping her glass tighter, she made direct eye contact with the king. “Liam. You have to know that I had no idea he was capable of…of…this! My family has always been loyal to the crown! My cousin is your stepmother! My daughter was prepared to marry you! If I had know….”
“It’s alright, Adelaide,” he cut her off, “the important thing now is that we find him so he can be tried for his crimes. What can you tell me about where he might be hiding?”
“Unfortunately, nothing. My husband has never confided in me. But I can give you unfettered access to his study.”
Liam shook his head. “We have that already. This estate is mine for now, remember? Is there anything else you can think of that might help us?”
Her eyes closed as her brain spun through a million scenarios. She searched for the part of her heart that wanted to protect the man she had married, spent her life with, procreated with. It wasn’t there.
What was there, despite her losing her title, her money, her lands, was something she hadn’t felt in years. A tiny spark of hope. Hope, and the desire for freedom.
Imagine having no husband, no duchy, no responsibilities. Maybe she could sing again.
Her eyes flew open. “I know where his secret cabin is.”
Summary: Sarah an aspiring writer has her life crashing down when her husband leaves her for his co worker. What happens when Chris her college crush moves in next door?
Chris grits his teeth as Sarah comes out the bathroom “Who was on the phone?”
“Josh”
“What did Josh want?”
“He didn’t know I was on the phone but he said he wants to meet you with but he doesn’t want me to know about it”
“What could be so important that I can’t tell you”
Chris walks up to her “I don’t trust him”
“Look if you want to hear everything I’ll just have you on call secretly then you can hear what he’s saying”
Chris smiles “I love that idea”
“But Chris you can’t get loud or upset or he’ll hear you”
Chris nods “I’ll keep my cool”
****
Sarah heads down the stairs dressed in jeans and a t shirt Chris smiles as he sits on the couch with Emma “You look amazing babe”
“I love it mommy!”
“Thanks guys oh here Chris” She hands him a earphone “So you can listen in”
“Thanks you’re the best and please be careful babe”
“I will” Sarah kisses his cheek then heads out the door
She quickly heads to the café where Josh is seated and calls Chris “He’s here”
“Good this better be good or I’m killing him”
“He’s not worth you going to jail for” Sarah walks over to the table sighs “Ok Josh I’m here”
“Oh good sit down Sarah”
“Is this gonna be fast I have other stuff to do”
“Sarah come one this is important”
Sarah sighs then sits down “Ok talk”
“Well first thing can we talk about Emma?”
“What about her?”
“She doesn’t want to come to the wedding if I get married to Tiffany she listens to you more so maybe you can”
Sarah holds up a hand “Look if she doesn’t want to come that’s her choice I’m not gonna force her to do it”
“I know I’ll keep working on her”
“What’s this really about Josh?”
Josh is quiet for a moment then he sighs “Ok I called you here to talk about that Chris guy”
****
Chris clenches his fist as he walks to the kitchen What about me?
“So glad you brought out Chris you keep acting hostile around him and I want it stop he’s not doing anything to you and I don’t do anything to that insecure fiancé of yours”
“I know her insecurities are annoying me too but enough about her so Chris can you tell me more about him?”
Chris’s nostrils flare Why is he fishing for information about me?
“Why are you asking about my boyfriend? You’re not the one dating him I am”
“Look I think I need to know what kind of guy is around my daughter”
Chris smirks A better guy than you that’s for sure He pulls the earphone away as Sarah sighs loudly he puts it back on
“Fine he was one of my roommates in college I didn’t even know he was moving into the neighborhood until he approached me”
“And all of a sudden you guys are dating? There’s something more there”
“Ok I had a crush on him and he had one on me there happy? Now can we not go into my love life”
“I’m just making sure he’s a good guy and he’s good with Emma”
“’Emma loves him and his son boy protects him like a big brother”
Chris smiles Yeah that’s right
****
“Hope that’s all your questions”
“Well yes I was just making sure he was a good guy and wasn’t hurting Emma”
“He’s a great guy and he’s not” Sarah stands straightening her shirt “Now if that’s all I’ll see you on Saturday”
“Of course” Sarah walks away and heads back to the house
Emma runs out from the kitchen “Mommy!”
“How are you sweetie?”
“Good mommy Chris was showing me and Jack how to make cookies!”
Jack runs out of the kitchen “Hi Sarah”
“Hi there Jack how are you doing how’s soccer?”
“Good we have a game this weekend I’m so excited”
“Oh really I hope you win”
“Can you come to it?”
Emma jumps up and down “Can we go mommy?”
Sarah laughs “Of course”
“Yay!”
Chris chuckles as he walks out the kitchen “Cookies are done go have some”
Emma and Jack cheer “Yes!!!!!!” they dash off to the kitchen
Chris laughs as he turns to Sarah “I’m glad I made their day”
“You really did”
“I’m glad I listened in to your convo with him he needs to mind his business what you do doesn’t concern him”
“I know I don’t know why he’s worried about me he needs to be focused on keeping that bitch under control”
“I agree he does”
“Anyway forget him let’s just focus on us” Chris smiles as he kisses her Sarah smiles into the kiss then pulls away “I gotta make sure they’re not making messes in there”
Chris chuckles as she heads to the kitchen then he pulls out a ring box from his pocket Should I wait to do this? We just got together and I really don’t want to lose her again what if
“Dad! Come have some cookies with us!”
“I’m coming!” He squares his shoulders Ok I’ll wait for the perfect moment and then I’ll do this
⭑.ᐟ SUMMARY — When Caleb has to move in with you for a week, a jealous Xavier is eager to drive him out by fucking you loud enough for him to hear.
⭑.ᐟ CW — 18+ MDNI, smut, jealousy (ofc), soft dom bf!xavi, fsub!reader, threesome, praise, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, cum eating, fingering, exhibitionism, PIV, slight aftercare, Xavier being an overall menace to Caleb's peace of mind and vice versa
⭑.ᐟ NOTES — dream tag team btw HAPPY KINKTOBER! this fic became longer than than expected bc Xavier wouldn't get off reader and give Caleb a turn smh
Xavier is pouting at the doorway again.
He's had that look on his face ever since you told him about Caleb staying at your place while his home is being renovated. You aren't going to leave Caleb on the streets, and Xavier’s sad eyes aren't going to sway you.
While you fluff up the extra pillow for Caleb's place on the couch, Xavier slides up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest.
“He's a Colonel, right? Doesn't he have the money to afford a hotel?”
“Just because he can, doesn't mean he should waste the money when I have a perfectly comfortable couch available.”
“I sleep on the couch too,” he grumbles into your neck. His huff tickles your skin, and you wiggle in his arms.
You laugh, “when was the last time you actually slept on the couch?”
Maybe before the two of you got together, Xavier would crash on your couch when he was too tired to go up to his place. Now, he has a home in your bed and hasn't looked back since. And you doubt he's going to give up the chance to cuddle up to you at night just because he doesn't want Caleb on your couch.
His arms tighten around you and he says nothing.
You drop the pillow to move to the kitchen, where your phone is resting on the island, but Xavier doesn't let go. You try prying his arms off, but he's like a clingy baby koala.
“Xavier, let go!” You groan, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna see if he’s close.”
“He’s probably stuck in traffic.”
You can't really argue there. Most 9-5s are ending now, and everyone's probably racing home, clogging up the streets. But Caleb will still let you know when he's set to arrive.
Xavier’s hand wanders up your chest, groping the soft mound of your breasts through your—actually his—t-shirt. “And there's plenty of time before he gets here.”
“We shouldn't…” you sigh, but despite your best efforts, your body betrays you as it arches into his palm, leaning into the tender touches. You melt into him, letting your head lean back onto his shoulder.
You've been tense the past few days, prepping for Caleb's arrival by fixing up your apartment and keeping Xavier’s growing, green monster at bay. Letting off a little steam with him won't be so bad…
“Okay,” you relent, turning yourself to face him. He doesn't take his arms off of you, resting them on your ass instead and massaging the soft flesh. “But we have to be quick.”
Xavier responds by kissing you, dipping to grab your thighs and hoisting you up around his waist. Your legs wrap around him as you cling to his neck, leaning deeper into the kiss. He wastes no time bringing you to the bedroom, leaving behind your cellphone.
—
“F-Fuck!” You cry, chest heaving as Xavier’s tongue works a third orgasm from you. Your weak attempts to squirm away only force him to pull you against his tongue so he can continue toying with your swollen bud. Your hands curl into your pillow as more unabashed moans fall from your lips.
He switches his tongue with his fingers and moves to lap at your dripping pussy. “Mm, you taste so good, baby,” he sighs, leaving a kiss on your pussy before diving his tongue back into your fluttering hole. He eats you out like he's starved. Your previous orgasms are smeared across his lips and chin.
“Xavier,” you moan, “I'm gonna come.”
He hums into you, rubbing your clit faster. You fall over the edge again, squealing his name as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
Your body sinks into the mattress in the aftermath, embracing the soft glow of the setting sun enveloping your body and the slight glow coming from Xavier.
When he comes up, settling between your thighs, he slips two fingers into you without warning.
“Ah!” You tense as he glides his fingers between your sensitive walls with a wet shlick! You grab his wrist and push his hand away. “You're insatiable, seriously!”
“So are you.”
You don't deny it, responding only by sticking your tongue out and laying back to try and catch your breath.
But, a faint ringing catches your attention. Your cellphone. You sit up, startling Xavier whose hands had already started wandering back between your thighs.
“Oh no! What time is it?”
You look out the window, catching the sun fading beneath the horizon in an orange and red hue. It's been at least an hour since you got into bed with Xavier from what you can tell.
You rush off the bed only for your legs to buckle. Xavier catches you in time to sit you back on the edge.
“Caleb will probably be here any second!”
“It's okay. Take your time,” he says, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.
You breathe in slowly and work your way up to stand like a newborn fawn, Xavier’s hand hovering at your back the entire time. Glance around the room for your scattered clothes, you successfully spot your t-shirt at the base of the bed but not your underwear. You slip your shirt on, foregoing your underwear for now, and rush to the kitchen for your phone that has gone dark again.
There's four missed calls, all from Caleb with the earliest being from ten minutes ago. You frown when you spot the texts he sent between each call.
7:16 PM: why aren't you answering? busy?
7:20 PM: you ignoring me??? :’((
7:23 PM: call me back. i'm here
The last message sends a chill down your spine. It's the most recent message and judging by the timestamp, you hadn't… finished.
Mortification turns to panic when your phone lights up with his smiling photo and rings. You mouth a curse to yourself before swiping to answer his call.
“Hello?” You cringe at the rasp in your voice and clear your throat.
“Where’ve you been? I was gettin’ a little worried.” His response is immediate and almost stern despite his attempts to keep his tone light.
“Sorry, I was, um… busy.” You cringe at your own pathetic excuse and pray he doesn't question it further. It’s even more pathetic when you feel something begin to drip down your thighs.
“Uh huh.”
You wince at his unamused tone and turn the conversation, “So, you're outside my place right now?”
“I'm outside your door.”
You swear your heart stops.
“Oh, okay! One sec then. I have to get dressed.”
Caleb mutters something about you making a guest wait, but you're too busy rushing to the bedroom to hear and hanging up the phone.
Xavier is sitting on the bed with those sad eyes again, leaning against his palms with his sweats hung low on his hips. You can still see the outline of his cock against them.
“Maybe we can continue later,” you offer, leaving him with a chaste kiss before fleeing to the bathroom. His hand moves for yours, but comes just out of reach.
Grabbing your concealer, you get to work covering up the marks Xavier left behind on the column of your throat. Rushing through the process doesn't cover them completely, but you convince yourself it's not too noticeable by the time you get to the third hickey.
He comes into the room behind you, wrapping himself around you again and resting his chin on your shoulder. His frown doesn't leave as you dab away his marks. He preoccupies himself by raising your shirt, revealing your bare center and essence still smeared over your thighs.
“Can you get me a towel?”
“Why?” He swipes at your thigh, collecting your cum, and licks his fingers as you stare at his tongue gliding up each digit. His eyes flicker to yours in the mirror. “I can clean you up without it.”
You tear your gaze away, trying to tamp down the heat rising in your body, and put on the finishing touches of powder. “C-Come on, I can't keep Caleb waiting forever.”
You pull out of his grasp, reaching for a bottle of perfume and spritzing it over your neck before heading toward your drawers for a pair of underwear and shorts with Xavier hovering close behind. Once they're on, you finally get to the front door and open it.
Caleb is there, backpack and duffle bag in hand, with a pink flush across his cheeks and dusting the tips of his ears. His eyes run over your figure, lingering on your bare legs and barely visible hickeys before glancing at a shirtless Xavier, who's still licking you off his fingers.
You can't deny the spark in your chest when seeing his flustered expression. Could he have been at your door while you and Xavier…
He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey. Thought you changed your mind or somethin’.”
“No way!” You reassure, waving him inside, “this will be just like those sleepovers we used to have. I’m not passing that up!”
“Sleepovers?” Xavier mutters under his breath as you guide Caleb to the couch.
“Hey, Xavi,” Caleb chirps as he passes.
“Hi,” Xavier deadpans.
The two of them are reluctant acquaintances at best, brought together only by your close relation to the other. While Caleb enjoys teasing, Xavier only gives him the cold shoulder. They're a nightmare together. One is always trying to draw your attention away from the other, unable to fathom the idea of sharing you or your time.
You huff, grabbing both their jaws to shake their heads. “Behave.”
The last thing you want is for them to start bickering over nothing.
“Sorry, pips,” Caleb laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry, baby,” Xavier says, grabbing your wrist to tug you to his chest.
This will definitely be a long week…
—
The three of you agreed to go out for hot pot since Xavier had a coupon, and dinner is pleasant, neither one making any teasing jabs or obviously pretending the other doesn't exist. It's mainly you and Caleb talking about what you've been up to at work while Xavier quietly eats, occasionally making comments.
So by the time you're back at your apartment, Caleb is the first to yawn and get ready for bed, stating he has a longer commute to work now that he's in Linkon.
You wish him a goodnight, reminding him there are extra blankets and pillows in the closet and he can call you if he needs anything, before clicking your bedroom door shut.
Xavier is laying on your bed, in fresh pjs with his eyes shut. His chest rises and falls in a slow, familiar pattern.
You carefully tiptoe through your bedroom to shower and change. When you slip into bed with Xavier, fully intent on cozying up to him and drifting off, he's propping his head up on one arm and looking down at you with lowered lids.
“Is it ‘later’ yet?”
“Huh?”
“You said we’d continue later.”
“Oh,” you reply lamely, furrowing your brows, “but Caleb’s here now.”
He positions himself over you, trapping you between his arms. His head falls into your shoulder, nuzzling against the soft skin of your neck. “I’ll be quiet.”
You bite your lip as his stiffening cock brushes against your thigh. When your pussy begins to ache, you want to curse. This is so, so wrong to want while Caleb sleeps behind your door, but that throbbing ache is growing and spreading through your body almost painfully.
“You,” you swallow thickly, “You promise?”
You feel him smile against your skin. “Promise.”
“Okay…”
By the time three of Xavier’s fingers are stuffed inside of your dripping pussy, you have your hands clamped over your mouth. You are still keenly aware that Caleb is just outside your bedroom door, and you pray to whatever benevolent God that is out there that he can't hear the slick sounds of your pussy as Xavier fucks an orgasm out of you with his fingers.
You're hardly recovered when Xavier lines his cock at your entrance, asking, “Can I put it in?”
You nod, still dazed from your orgasm, “mhm.”
“Hm, what was that?” He rocks back and forth at your soaked entrance, teasing your aching pussy. He can slip in anytime he wants, stretch you open so good, but he just has to torture you a little first.
“Yes,” you whisper frantically, blindly reaching behind and scratching his hip to push him in.
“Louder.”
Your eyes flicker towards the door, before you try again. “Please- ahh!”
Xavier fills you without warning, grabbing your jaw before you can bury your face in the pillows. Your moan is loud, uninhibited, practically bouncing off the walls.
“F-Fuck,” you gasp, clamping both hands over your mouth.
When he starts rocking his hips into you, your breathing becomes labored, desperate for mouthfuls of air instead, but you don't trust yourself to remove your hands.
True to his word, Xavier hardly makes any noise, but you on the other hand are struggling to contain your muffled whimpers, “mmph, mhm, mm!”
“I love when you moan my name,” he murmurs. “Can you do that for me, baby? Please?”
You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes when he stops moving entirely. You desperately clench around him, urging him to keep moving.
“C’mon,” he pleads, “just once.”
As an internal battle rages in your mind, he plays with your breast while he waits, pinching and rubbing your hardened bud.
“Mmm,” you moan, losing the war in your head and slowly lowering your hands to grip the sheets, “please keep going, Xavier.”
You cry his name again, arching against him as he thrusts into you. When he rolls you into your stomach to fuck you prone, your hands stay balled in the sheets with you lips still parted, moaning with each thrust.
The pleasure flooding your system fogs your mind until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock bullying your sloppy pussy. Your orgasm is quick and pulls another whine from your throat.
“S-So good,” Xavier pants, nosing the shell of your ear. “You make the prettiest sounds.”
You hum at his praise and in the back of your mind hope Caleb is a deep sleeper.
—
In the morning not much is different, except for the pink blush creeping up Caleb’s neck as he stares at the wall when saying good morning.
You promise yourself you won't give in again. Last night was just a moment of weakness and you were only continuing what you had started earlier.
But then night falls and Xavier seems just as insatiable, grabbing you as you shut the door after saying goodnight to Caleb. He has you pressed against the wall, kissing your neck down to your chest. You tear your clothes off soon after and he takes you against the wall this time. Your teeth dig into his shoulder to cover up your whimpers and it only makes him drive his cock into you harder.
And the week goes on, every night Xavier finds new ways to split you open while you try your hardest not to make another sound.
You wish you could say you were doing good at burying your face in the pillows, biting his shoulders, or muffling yourself with your hands. But really, you aren't.
By the end of the week, Caleb is packing his bags and getting ready to move back into his place. You're completely sore all over and littered in hickeys from Xavier’s insatiable need to fuck you every night.
“Bye, Caleb!” You pull him into a hug which he returns fully, even lifting you a bit off your feet. Your body protests with aches jolting through your limbs, but you force down the groan.
He sets you down, steadying you when your legs seem to want to give out. “See ya. Thanks again for hosting me. Maybe we can all go out for hot pot again soon. My treat.”
You laugh with an eager nod, already salivating over all the free food. “Sure, it's a date!”
As soon as you wave off Caleb, Xavier is already grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch.
“Finally,” he mumbles under his breath, pushing you onto the cushions. You sit back as he spreads your legs open and kneels.
“Again?” You squeak.
“The couch smells like him,” he grumbles, pressing down on your clit through your panties. Your legs attempt to shut, but he holds them back.
“I think I owe him a lifetime of therapy bills,” you sigh, resting your head to look up at the ceiling.
Xavier hums as he peels off your panties, tossing them over his shoulder. “But you liked it, didn't you?”
“What?” You tense as his hands slide up your thighs.
“You liked knowing he could hear you.”
“I-”
Did you like it? You don't want your relationship with Caleb to be awkward or tense, but at the same time you've always loved to tease him, testing the limits of how far you could go to make him blush. Knowing that he could hear every filthy moan and creak of the bed, turned you on as twisted as it seemed. Maybe that's why you always gave into Xavier.
He rests both hands on your thighs. “It's okay, you don't need to lie.”
“Are you mad?” You brush back his silvery hair that hides his eyes from you. He's not looking at you, keeping his hardened gaze at your navel.
“No,” he says quietly.
You lean down, cupping his jaw with both your hands to raise his face to look you in the eyes. “I love you. And I choose you—I do. Always.”
For so long your relationship with Caleb had sat on a precarious edge, teetering the line between friends and something more. But, you chose Xavier and whatever line you could've crossed with Caleb was gone.
“I trust you.” His lips curve in a soft smile as he cradles one of your hands. He kisses your palm. “I’m a little jealous, maybe, but never mad.”
The relief is a weight off your shoulder, bringing a smile to your face. You pull him into a kiss that leads to him climbing on top of you, tugging your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra.
“I love you too,” he hums, peppering kisses down your collarbone and dipping into the valley of your breasts.
You giggle, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “You know, it's kinda hot when you're jealous.”
He moves down your stomach, kissing the spots where his previous marks begin to fade. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, you're always so calm and in control.”
Xavier rarely lets his emotions slip, so much so he comes off as aloof to most people he meets. You know he's anything but though—he’s loyal, gentle, and attentive. Still, it's rare for you to see him display any negative emotions.
“It’s nice to see this side of you once in a while.” Bonus for you, he fucks your brains out with twice the stamina.
“Really? You couldn't wait another couple of hours or somethin’? I swear, you two fuck like rabbits,” Caleb scoffs, dropping his bags to the floor and shutting the door.
You jolt up, grabbing for the blankets to cover up.
“Why are you back?” Xavier grumbles, shifting the blanket higher over your chest.
Caleb bends down to pull a plug from the wall outlet. He responds plainly, “I forgot my charger.”
Instead of leaving with another goodbye, Caleb lingers, eyes grazing over the outline of your figure beneath the sheets. He swallows, Adams apple bobbing before tearing his gaze away.
“You know, I really tried ignorin’ it, but after the second night I knew you were doin’ it on purpose,” he says pointedly at Xavier.
“Doing what?” Xavier cocks his head, wide blue eyes looking at Caleb.
Caleb scoffs, “don't play stupid.”
“Play? I'm not playing at anything.” The sickly sweet, oblivious tone in Xavier’s voice drips with derision.
You groan, “stop it, both of you.”
Anymore of this and you'll have to shove them both out of your apartment.
You're about to apologize when Caleb turns his attention to you. “You're not innocent either.”
You huff, looking away, “You're just fun to tease.”
“Tease!? You call that teasin’? You had me rock hard every night,” he groans.
Xavier speaks next, “why don't you help him with that then?”
You turn to Xavier, jaw dropped. That is the last thing you ever expected him to say, especially when he was so pouty about having Caleb around.
“I trust you,” he says simply as if he's reading your incredulous mind. “If this is what you want to do.”
You glance over at Caleb whose red flush has a devious smile crossing your lips. Like you said, so fun to tease. His jaw ticks, sweeping over the marks laid across your skin by Xavier.
You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth. “I do.”
“You’re both okay with this?” Caleb gawks. “Are you sure?”
“Why so shocked? You think you can steal her from me?”
Maybe it's the challenging stare from Xavier or you dropping the blanket from your chest that makes Caleb finally step forward.
“Dunno, let's see.”
—
How did I end up here, you think to yourself when Xavier’s bare chest molds against your back. His warm hands slide up the curve of your stomach to your breasts, fondling each of them.
I don't ever want to leave, you decide when Caleb slips into view in front of you. His eyes flit over your exposed body, committing every curve to memory. There are hickeys left by Xavier on your neck and chest, some fresh others fading, placed throughout the week. Your nipples are pebbled thanks to Xavier’s teasing fingers, pinching and rubbing, and even lower, your drooling cunt is weeping down your thigh.
Caleb smears your slick up your thigh, tracing your folds and fluttering hole. He teases the tip of his finger into the heat of your cunt that attempts to clench around nothing.
You shudder and groan, trying to hide your face in Xavier's neck, but he takes your chin to guide you back. His grip is firm, but he isn't rough as he turns your attention back onto Caleb.
“Why are you running away already?” Xavier coos into your ear, soft lips brushing down the sensitive skin of your neck. He presses light kisses against faded hickeys. “We’re just getting started.”
“More,” you moan, leaning into Xavier's lips and shifting your hips against Caleb’s curious fingers.
“Sit then,” Xavier instructs.
You comply, pulling yourself out of their grasp to settle on the couch with your dripping cunt on display. Your hands trail down your body, playing with your tits before sinking lower to press your swollen bud, soaking in the rapt attention of the two men.
Caleb can't take his eyes off your pretty pussy, barely holding himself back from ripping your hand away to replace it with his tongue.
Xavier watches your mouth part, sighs and gasps spilling out of it. He nudges Caleb, pulling him out of his trance. “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees.”
He doesn't need to speak twice. Caleb gets down between your thighs like it's his home, taking your fingers and replacing them with his. He dips one finger into the entrance of your slick heat that eagerly welcomes him in.
“Mm, I can take more,” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. “Please, Caleb.”
He curses under his breath and moves forward, his lips ghosting over your clit. He looks up at you as if he’s still hesitant.
Your fingers curl through his hair, nudging him closer, as you nod your silent permission.
Once his lips meet your clit, he dives into a frenzy like he's been completely starved. He licks and sucks, simultaneously fingering you, curling his digits against your spongey walls.
You writhe against his attention. Your thighs threaten to squeeze around his head as your hand tugs his hair, but Xavier slips beside you, keeping you spread.
“My pretty girl,” Xavier hums, kissing your neck, “you're doing so good for us.”
Caleb spreads your folds, replacing his finger with his tongue, dipping into your center to taste you.
With Xavier whispering praise in your ear and Caleb devouring your pussy, it's no surprise when you come on his tongue, gushing and crying out his name.
“You taste so good,” Caleb gasps, pulling your thighs over his shoulder.
You whimper, trying to squirm away when Caleb’s nose nudges against your clit as his tongue spreads you open to clean up every drop of cum. Your thighs tremble around his head as he laps at you with a flat tongue. “Ngh, I-I can't,” you pant, clawing at the couch when the sensitivity grows too much.
Caleb lets out a choked noise as he's abruptly ripped from your pussy. With the stimulation gone, you look down to see Xavier has a tight grip on Caleb's necklace, holding him back like he’s nothing but a dog on a leash.
His dog tag and charm sway against the column of his neck as a red flush creeps up the base. Caleb pants, your cum still smeared down his chin and lips, leaving behind a glossy sheen.
“That’s enough,” Xavier commands, authority dripping from his voice. Cold blue eyes glare down on him. A rare look on Xavier, you hardly even see him fight Wanderers with such intensity.
“F-Fine,” Caleb chokes out, gritting his teeth when Xavier tugs once more before releasing him. He climbs to his feet. Caleb towers over you, limp on the couch, with a predatory gaze. Arousal pools in your stomach again as you look at the bulge straining against his pants.
“Need help with that?” You lay your hand flat against him, feeling the thickness of his cock against your palm.
“Fuck yes,” he sighs, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand to rub him through his pants.
Xavier taps your thigh and gestures for you to move up. He slips in behind you and sits you back down on his lap where you feel his own stiff cock press against your ass.
“Go on.” Xavier nudges your hand, guiding it against Caleb’s bulge. “Put your lips on his cock, baby.”
You unzip Caleb's pants with trembling fingers because Xavier takes his own cock out to tease against your entrance, smearing your juices over himself, before he slips in. You paw at Caleb’s abdomen as the stretch pulls a moan from you.
Xavier grinds you down on his cock, holding your hips to rock you back and forth. He takes his time with your body, moving slowly to let you feel him fully inside you.
You’re clenching around him—desperate to have his finger on your clit, bounce you on his cock, kiss your neck. But he falls against the cushions, watching you writhe and tense, with a lowered gaze, no intention of going any faster than the languid pace he set.
You try to sneak your hand between your legs, but Caleb catches your wrist.
“Don't-” he gasps, gripping your wrist to guide you back to his cock, “don't forget about me.”
You lean forward, pressing a kiss to the fabric over his cock. “Sorry,” you murmur, slipping your hand into his pants to pull him free.
Caleb bucks into your hand when you wrap around his thick girth, swiping your thumb over his pearly, leaking tip. The whining moan that escapes him encourages you to give kitten licks at the salty precum smeared around his head.
“Shit,” he hisses, gripping the back of your neck to push your pliant lips further around his cock.
You take him in, moaning as he stretches your lips and bullies his way into your warm mouth. In turn, your pussy clenches around Xavier, making him groan and buck into you, pushing you further along Caleb’s cock until your nose meets his coarse pubic hair and his tip hits the back of your throat.
“Mmph!” You choke around his cock, eyes beginning to water as you try adjusting to his size stretching out your throat. You begin to bob your head, sucking and flattening your tongue against him.
His head falls back as he groans, thrusting into your wanting mouth and digs his fingers into your neck, guiding your rhythm.
Xavier, getting bored of being a watchful participant, takes your hips and drops you down on his cock, earning a choked moan from you. He uses your body like his own personal flashlight, moving you up and down at his own intense pace.
“Doing so well for us, baby,” Xavier grunts, his breathing growing staggered.
“God, your—ngh—mouth feels so fuckin’ good,” Caleb groans.
Being fucked by Xavier and Caleb is frenzied, pulling you in opposite directions to be met only with overwhelming pleasure on both sides. They use you, take you, giving until it becomes all you can think about. The tight grip of Caleb's hand against your neck as he thrusts himself down your throat to Xavier's cock splitting you open, fucking you so deep each time.
All it takes is Xavier bringing his hand around to rub your clit to make you gush all over him, moaning around Caleb and digging your nails into his hips. With your cunt squeezing and sucking Xavier in, he can't hold back his own orgasm, spilling deep inside you with one final thrust.
Your orgasm leaves you trembling, but it doesn't stop you from helping Caleb finish.
“She's so pretty, isn't she? Taking you like a good girl,” Xavier rasps.
Caleb moans out an indecipherable mumble.
“Is this what you imagined when you heard her moaning my name for the past week?”
“F-Fuck you,” Caleb growls.
You run your tongue along the base of his cock, kissing the tip, before taking him in your mouth again.
Caleb’s moans grow along with the wet, squelching sounds of you sucking him off.
“Are you going to come in her mouth?” Xavier asks, continuing to tease. “Wishing you could come inside her?”
“Mm, yes,” Caleb admits, brows furrowing as his thrusts grow sloppy. He comes down your throat after a few more thrusts, seed and spit spilling from your lips as he keeps you on his cock.
You swallow the salty cum when he pulls you off, making a show to lick the corners of your lips as he watches.
“Damn, you're killing me,” he groans, running a hand through his slick hair.
“You did so good.” Xavier pulls you back into his arms with his cock still in you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. Warm hands glide over your stomach as you melt into him, not caring that your bodies are much too hot and sticky to be so close right now.
Caleb fidgets, like he's not sure of his place anymore, turning away to your kitchen. “I'll go get you some water.”
You watch as he walks away, the muscles of his back glistening with sweat and his pants hanging low off his waist.
You're sure there is more the two of you have to discuss later, but for now you settle against Xavier with one thought—you should let Caleb stay over more often…
A/N: I like to imagine Xavier gives Caleb major side eye everytime the see each other ehe let me know what you thought + rbs always appreciated! thanks for reading (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Since I can't stop thinking about this, I'm going to give in and ramble about it for a little bit...
Xavier should have expected this, honestly. You're just so soft and warm and comforting. It's only natural that his little boy would be just as drawn to you as he was. You're his safe space, so it's only natural that you'd be his son's safe space too.
"I think he's getting his 2-year molars in. My poor baby has swollen cheeks." You kiss his head, hair a soft blonde just like his daddy. He had fallen asleep on you after whining for nearly an hour. The pain medicine finally kicking in and letting the toddler on your lap slip into blissful sleep. "Should we take him to the doctor?"
“No, not yet at least. It’s normal for him to get puffy when he cuts new teeth.” Your fingers run through his hair softly, soothingly. His head moving with the rise and fall of your chest. Xavier sat down by your feet, careful not to move the cushions too much and disturb the baby’s much needed rest.
“Do you want me to move him to his bed?”
“He just fell asleep a few minutes ago, not yet.” You grin at your husband, noticing the small pout on his lips. Xavier had gotten much better with his jealousy once your son was born. He was more than willing to share you if it meant your son would smile. But, ever since your boy entered a “Mama or nothing.” Phase, Xavier has been struggling to get you alone.
All it took was a flash of his big eyes – the same color as his mama’s – and Xavier melted. He didn’t think it was possible to give in so easily, but his son proved him wrong every day. “Then can we move this to the bed? I wanna snuggle you too.”
And you? You’ve found it incredibly hard to deny Xavier and your darling son of anything. Your heart has become incredibly weak because of them, your sweet boy had his daddy’s pout. “Alright, fine, but you have to carry us both.”
Xavier nearly leapt off the couch.
Rafayel had been convinced that his little girl would be all about him. You know, since humans like to claim that boys are more drawn to their mama and girls are more drawn to their daddy. Well? Your little girl proved him very, very wrong.
Your sweet little princess – only a year and a half old – wanted mama and mama only.
Her first word had been mama, her first crawling attempt had been to mama, her first steps? Right into mama’s arms. She was a mama’s girl through and through. Rafayel was a tad hurt honestly, because he thought he’d be sharing himself with you. Not fighting with his baby for a chance to hug her mama.
“I mean really, who does she think she is?”
“Your daughter.” you snort, peeking over her little shoulder. She’s perched on your lap, chubby arms folded and signature glare on her little chubby cheeks. No DNA test needed, she was Rafayel’s daughter through and through.
“I really can’t give mama a kiss?” he bargains, the furrow in his brows relaxing as he stares at his little girl’s face. His eyes, her mama’s hair and nose, his smile. God she was so perfect, it made it even harder to try and put up a fight. She’d always win.
“Yuck!” her new favorite word to use against her daddy, one that you couldn’t help but laugh at because he was the one that taught it to her when trying new baby purees months back. That one word carried weight, considering she couldn’t get any of her thoughts out fully yet. Too little to string together creative insults, she’d get there though, he was sure.
“Seriously! What if I give you a kiss too?” he puckered his lips, inching closer just to see his daughter burst into giggles and push back against her mama’s chest. “Yuck!”
“Too bad!” Your laughter mingled with hers as Rafayel grabbed her little head and placed tens, if not hundreds, of kisses all over her chubby features. Not relenting until her giggles nearly went silent from how hard she was laughing. “I win!”
The soft kiss that landed on your lips was sudden enough to startle you, eyes wide as you glance down at your baby’s shocked face.
Zayne never thought he’d see the day where he was genuinely battling his four year old daughter over your attention. She was the spitting image of you, for one.
Why didn't he think she’d inherit your stubbornness? I mean, seriously, she was your identical twin. Save for the fact that she had his eye color, it looked like Zayne didn’t even partake in the creation of her.
“I just want to talk to mama for a bit, baby. Please?” He was trying not to frown, but you were leaning against the kitchen counter trying to stifle your giggles. Your daughter, however, stood her ground. Blanket in one hand and snowman plush in the other, inching ever closer to your legs. Your little velcro baby for sure.
“No! Mama said she would read me some stories in my bed.” You had promised that, had even been on your way to her room when Zayne got home. Your poor husband looked exhausted and in much need of your love.
Your daughter, however, was not backing down.
Zayne tried not to sigh, he wasn’t frustrated at her of course. The whole display was cute, he loved the fact that your daughter adored you so thoroughly. But, the need to be in your arms was something he very much craved too.
No room for little legs and arms to bat him out of your embrace or kick him in the stomach for getting too close to her beloved mama.
“How about I read you your stories and then I go help daddy. Does that sound like a good compromise?” She’d be asleep half way through the first story anyways. “No! Cause then you’ll leave me alone!” Asleep in her bed, it was nearly ten at night after all, she had school in the morning.
“You’re a big girl, my love.” Zayne crouched down, watching her lips quiver as she looked between the two of you. Dammit, his resolve was crumbling right before his very eyes. “How about mommy reads to you in mommy and daddy’s bed?”
Zayne ignored the way your eyebrow raised, but the lip quivering stopped and her glassy eyes blinked away. He could survive sharing your presence if it meant his little girl could sleep comfortably. “Oh-kay I guess that works, daddy.”
Oh yeah, she was your child alright. It didn’t take much at all for Zayne to give in.
Sylus felt bad, honestly. Who would have thought your eight month old twins – one boy and one girl – would be so thoroughly attached to their mama. I mean, he really thought the two of them would pick their person. Your daughter would gravitate towards him and your son would gravitate towards you or vice versa.
But, no. Both of your babies wanted their mama and their mama only.
“C’mon, hey!” You were lounging on the couch, your little boy sitting next to you while Sylus held your little girl out in front of him. Her little legs kicked wildly as she grinned at you. Her head turned away from her daddy to just beam at you. Your son was doing the same, lips curled in a toothless smile as big red eyes peered up at you.
“They don’t even know I exist.” Sylus sighed, but there is a grin pulling at his lips as he glances between the three of you. Two little humans, a perfect mix of you and him, who were completely and utterly infatuated with their mama. Just like their daddy.
“Yes they do, Sy. They’re just a bit milk obsessed.” You laugh, rubbing your baby boy’s cheek fondly as Sylus relents and offers your baby girl to you. “Milk or no milk, they’d be this obsessed with you, kitten. You’re their whole world.”
You’re surprised to see a small pout on his lips, your eyes shifting between your grinning little girl and your husband. “You really think so?” You wonder softly, bringing her face to yours so you can nuzzle her nose and kiss her chunk cheeks before settling her on your lap. “I don’t think, I know.”
“Never in my life did I think I’d have to battle two eight month olds – nevermind my own babies.” He stops to fake glare at your son, watching his little head of silver hair turn to look up at his daddy before quickly looking back at you, rocking back and forth on his butt while making a grabby fist towards you so you’d pick him up.
“For your attention, kitten. I mean really, the leader of Onychinus has met his match. Two sets of little fists with chubby dimples where their knuckles should be have brought me to my damn knees.”
You laugh, dragging your little boy onto your lap and kissing the top of his head. Smiling fondly at his little giggle. “You met your match a long time ago, Sy. We just created two more.” Well, he certainly couldn't deny that. You, of course, were his first weakness. The two little creatures on your lap were his second.
“You’ve weakened me, kitten. Whatever will we do?”
“Hmm, maybe we can make some more?”
Caleb was just a tad bit butt-hurt when your two and a half year old son entered his “nobody, not even dada, can come within five feet of mama” phase.
Coming home from work, for example, would lead to tears running down his chubby face when you and Caleb shared a hug and a kiss. Going to bed meant you would sleep in your son’s tiny toddler bed until he was in a deep slumber before sneaking back into Caleb’s arms. Until he woke up and wiggled his way between you both.
It wasn’t as if your little boy disliked him, he was his dad after all. It was just that he was overprotective of his mama. Exactly like his father. If he didn’t have Caleb’s eyes and smile, you’d still be able to tell his DNA ran through that little boy’s veins with the way he obsessed over you. “C’mon bud, I can’t give mama a kiss?”
Your son clung to you, squeezing just a little harder as Caleb inched forward. You tried your best not to laugh, holding your boy tightly in your arms as Caleb approached like you were both wounded stray cats. “No! Nuh-uh!” His mama’s stubbornness was definitely inherited. “What about a hug? Kiss on the cheek? A high five?”
He was desperate.
Caleb felt like he was being deprived of his own wife. But dammit, the little boy in your embrace was melting his heart regardless of what he did. “No! Leave!” He bellowed, face contorted in grumpiness as you tried to stifle a laugh. “Hey now, that’s not nice, baby. Be nice to dada, say no thank you.” Caleb nearly choked on air. “No thank you?”
But you only grinned, “I gotta teach him manners while also teaching him to stand his ground.” Caleb frowned at that, you weren’t exactly wrong with that idea. “Can I give my buddy a hug and a kiss?”
Caleb was nearly a foot away now, and you felt your son’s head peek upwards at the question. A hesitant little nod shook his head as he used one arm to reach for Caleb.
Maybe it was a little trick, because Caleb used that opportunity to hug you both, kissing his baby boy’s head as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. “We’ll get there eventually.”
“Maybe we can make a ‘sharing mama’ schedule.”
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