This is the most braindead take I’ve ever seen. And so many comments were AGREEING WITH OP!!
What Bucky did while operating as the Winter Soldier is not Bucky’s fault. He was TORTURED. BRAINWASHED. MANIPULATED. MIND CONTROLLED. He had NO CONTROL over his own actions for 70 years.
If ANYONE owes Tony’s family anything - it’s Hydra.
And to be quite honest, I don’t feel sorry for Howard Stark in the slightest. First of all he was primarily responsible for operation paperclip, which recruited Dr. Arnim Zola (you know… one of the first ones to experiment on Bucky?!?) to SHIELD. He was the one who decided to trust the wrong people, he was the one who brought Maria.
So no. Bucky doesn’t owe anyone SHIT. He already spent enough time “making amends” for shit that wasn’t even his fault.
Bucky deserves to live in peace. He deserves to retire. He deserves love.
In DC | Enemies With Benefits | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Drabble
Despite your reservations, Bucky insists that you both crash at his DC apartment after a long mission.
Content: our enemies to lovers being very fluff (its just the fatigue, okay!) weird food combos, super sleepy Bucky and Reader. Pet names "baby doll" and "doll".
For @fluffyjuly day 15 - Sleepy | “Hold still for a moment”
And for @juniebjonesin picnic prompts "shouldn’t work, but it does.” / “Kind of like us.” / “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Masterlist | Marvel | Enemies With Benefits| Bucky Barnes
"Are you sure this is okay?" You yawned, trying to hide it behind the back of your hand.
"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't it be?" Bucky unlocked the door of his DC apartment, a luxury he'd been unable to let go of, despite spending most of his time at the New Avengers Watchtower.
"I don't know, it's just, this is your private space." You sat heavily on the leather couch and half-heartedly kicked at your boots, very aware of how sacred this space must be and how delicate the push and pull of your relationship has been.
You were also aware you were still in your tactical outfit in his nice, neat, living room, but you were too tired to care too much, having been awake for almost thirty-six hours.
"Well, you had to see it sometime. Hold still for a moment." Bucky sat on the footrest, bringing your boot into his lap and carefully unlacing each in turn before taking them back to a rack by the door.
"Thank you, for sharing it with me."
"It's just an apartment, babydoll," Bucky chuckled, shrugging out of his jacket and you ignored the casual way he'd started dropping pet names into your conversations.
Maybe it was only here in DC where you could be like this, rather than snapping and snarling at each other.
"I know," you watched him from the couch, propping your head on your hand, "but you deserve your privacy, Buck, I'd never want to intrude."
"You never could," he kissed the top of your head, and a warm feeling spread out from the spot at the knowledge that he really did trust you, this wasn't just a game in the tower or a fun distraction. "Do you want something to eat? A shower maybe? Then we should sleep?"
"Food, please?"
He smiled indulgently at you, "I've got some pickles and… yoghurt," Bucky sniffed the yoghurt and nodded, putting it on the counter, "and some leftovers from Ben's Chili Bowl and …"
"I'll take the yoghurt I guess." You dragged yourself to the counter and noticed the floor beneath you was warm. "Congressman Barnes has underfloor heating." You smirked.
"Thought your feet might be sore, I can turn it off and let your toes freeze if you like?" He smiled at you again and let you poke at him with a socked foot under the counter.
"Nah, it's nice. I like seeing this fancy side of you."
"I'm eating pickles." He said, as if that changed anything.
"I dunno, I like this you, domestic, settled, it shouldn't work but it does."
"Kind of like pickles and yoghurt."
"Kind of like us." You raised an eyebrow.
"Don't say that like it's a bad thing."
"It's not, I said like it! You're softening my edges." You dipped some bread into the chilli sauce.
"I softened your edges? Wow." Bucky laughed, "how rough were those edges, doll?"
You stuck your tongue out at him, your toe poking the meat of his thigh under the counter.
"I guess we balance each other out."
"I agree."
You ate quietly for a minute, the odd picnic at least satisfying your hunger briefly.
"Bedtime?" He asked, eventually.
"Bedtime." You agreed, taking his hand and following him through the dark house.
jason todd x fem!reader
summary: jason can't seem to understand why you keep talking about "your" wedding
contains: fluff, established relationship, pet names
word count: ~600
You and Jason laid in bed, morning light shuffling in through the blinds and illuminating the soft bedding. Jason had one arm around your waist as his head was tucked into the crook of your neck, eyes shut contentedly. Your eyes were open, staring blankly at the page of your book as you listened to Jason’s soft breathing mix with the morning birdsongs that rolled in with the light.
“Jay?” you whispered quietly, testing to see if he was awake.
“Hm?” he grunted in reply, nose nestling further into your neck.
You kept quiet for a moment, hesitant to bring up such a topic before finally asking, “Do you ever think about what you want your wedding to be like?”
Jason was silent and you felt his arm subtly tense around you. You started to worry you had crossed some line you didn’t know existed before he replied, “What do you mean?”
“I mean like how many people, what type of cake, the venue…that stuff. How do you picture your future wedding?”
You felt Jason’s brow furrow against your skin. “I’m still confused,” he mumbled, lips brushing ur neck and placing a soft kiss there.
You pursed your lips, puzzled at how he could be confused by such a question. “What are you confused about? When I picture my wedding I know I want—”
Jason abruptly sat up straight, causing you to stop speaking and stare at him in confusion. He was really starting to freak you out.
“Why do you keep saying it like that?” he asked, looking at you with a mix of annoyance, confusion, and a hint of hurt.
“Saying it like what?”
Jason looked away for a moment, letting the sunrays filtering in illuminate his features. His scars were highlighted and when his eyes met yours again, you could see them so clearly, their mix of green and blue capturing you before he spoke again.
“Saying ‘your wedding’ or ‘my wedding’. Why do you keep doing that?”
“Um…” you paused, laughing nervously. “What am I supposed to say, Jay?”
“Doll,” he brought his hand up to cradle your face. “There’s not gonna be a ‘my wedding’ or a ‘your wedding’...only ‘our wedding’. I’m not getting married unless it’s to you, princess.”
“Oh.” Your face flushed and your eyes widened, a soft smile breaking out across your lips before you buried your face in Jason’s chest in embarrassment.
Jason laughed, bringing his arms up to envelope you and leaning down to place a kiss upon your head. You were consumed by his intoxicating scent - the expensive cologne Dick had bought him for Christmas, gunpowder from last night’s patrol, your favorite shampoo he swore he never used, and the fresh smell of clean linen sheets.
“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He smiled as you brought your head back up to meet his. Jason kissed you softly and sweetly, still sluggish from sleep. “What, were you plannin’ on marrying someone else?”
Your eyes widened as you pulled back. “No! No, of course not! I just…didn’t know if you wanted that.”
He looked at you with a gentle, lovesick expression on his face. “I never thought I did either, doll.” He paused which made your heart pick up nervously again. But he just brought his hands to yours and raised one to kiss it tenderly. “Until I met you.”
You flushed again, swatting him away playfully. “Who knew you were such a romantic, Todd?”
“Always have been,” he pulled you back into his arms. “Just hadn’t met the right girl until now.”
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
Hurt comfort - long lost lovers - 18+ - 3147 words
“Sister!” A loud voice beckons to you.
You raise your head, looking up from pulling weeds. Another sister from the monastery is fast approaching, hiking up her skirts to run towards you. You were working in the garden patch planted amongst the old ruins of the previous monastery. It was almost time for the harvest, and you wanted everything pristine.
“Calm down!” You beckon, standing up and wiping your hands upon your apron. “What on earth is the ruckus?” You laughed.
The younger sister came up panting, a look of panic in her wide, naive eyes. “There’s a man!”
You tried your best to hold back your laughter. “A man you say? You know we do allow them here, Sister Gwen?”
Gwen gave you a look. “Not just any man! I’m not exactly sure what kind of man he is!” She shyly folded her hands over her wrinkled skirt. “I’ve never seen a man quite like his ilk.”
You furrowed your brow. “Do tell, Sister Gwen?” You made her lead you back towards the monastery, where you noticed sisters gathered around and whispering, talking amongst themselves. Towards the entrance, they were gathered around the foyer entrance, peering through the cracks of the hinges.
“Goodness, what are all of you-” You stopped cold in your tracks when you saw this man standing in the entrance. “Looking at?” Your breath was taken away.
Gwen hurried off and left you standing there before the massive ifrit. It wasn’t just that the man was an ifrit, it was also because you recognized him.
“Elazar?” You breathed, standing there gawking in your gardening attire.
The giant ifirit broke into a huge grin and the flames that flowed through his form burned brighter. “It is you!” He rushed forward, grabbing you up and swinging you around. His embrace was as warm as you remember it. Though he was softer now in certain ways.
“Elazar!” You laughed. “Elazar! Careful!”
The sisters were now gathered around the door gawking as Elazar swung you around like a doll. He set you down after a second and you huffed, smoothing out your clothes. You got a better look at him now, not one of shock at seeing your old friend. Not much had changed about him, although you noticed his hair was much longer and looked like liquid amber. The plates of his body also looked thicker as the veins of magma under his skin seemed much thinner than you remember. But the biggest change of all was that one of his horns was broken. The large outwardly pointed things had been his pride and joy back in the day. Now one was broke close to his forehead.
“What are you doing here?” You asked squealed with excitement.
“Me? What about you?” He laughed.
You placed your hands upon your hips and gave him a stern look. “I look over this place from my master. I’m a Sister of the All Seeing Goddess.” You then broke into a bright smile.
Elazar just stared blankly at you, his jaw slightly dropped open. “You’re serious.”
You clicked your tongue and smacked his side. “Follow me. I’ll get you something to eat and we can catch up.” You gave the sisters a look, waving them aside as you led Elazar through the monastery.
Elazar ducked his head in the doorway. “I knew you grew up here, but I had no idea you’d ever come back.”
You took him through the chapel and back through to the dining hall. “Then how come you’re here? After all this time?”
“I’ve been trying to find you. I thought this would be a place to start.” Elazar said with a proud chuckle. He turned to look out the great windows, seeing the ruins outside.
“And why are you looking for me?” You went to the ovens towards the back grabbing some apples, cheese, and cured ham to serve him.
Elazar’s eyes were focused outside. “Is that your garden out there?” he asked.
“Yes, in fact, it is.” You set the food down upon a table. “The pumpkin patch in the ruins is big money for the monastery. It’s a local tradition, you see. There’s a festival and everything, and that patch is the main attraction!” You pluck up an apple and begin peeling it.
Elazar turned back to you. “It’s lovely. Especially with how nice the fall weather has been.” He sat down at the table with you.
“It’s made taking care of it much more bearable.” You look away from the apple and into his eyes. “So, why are you here? Afraid to answer me?” You smirked at him, expecting some sort of fun exchange.
“Yes! Actually,” he said with a bright smile.
You sighed heavily. You wanted it to be fun, but you knew there was something wrong. The way he looked, you couldn’t deny it. “So you didn’t just miss me?”
“I mean, I do.” Elazar replied. His long black tongue darted from his mouth and licked along the sides of his large chops. “I’ve missed everyone from the old party. Even if we split up on less than kind terms.”
You sniffed as a flicker of those days tickled the back of your thoughts. “Yes, well, that is what good times are for. Missing.”
Elazar cleared his throat. “I’m sick.”
You stopped peeling the apple and the knife nearly fell from your hand. “How sick?” You stood up from your seat. “What’s going on?”
Elazar reached up, touching the stump where his horn had been. “I didn’t want you to worry or anything but-”
You set upon him, studying his horn and looking him over. “Don’t tell me how to feel. Now tell me what is wrong.”
“Okay, mom.”
You glared down deep into his bright, ruby like eyes. “I told you to never call me that again. Old times or not.”
Elazar smiled shyly. “It was for old times sake.” He then let out a beleaguered breath. “It’s an old ifirit illness. It’s called soot rot.”
“I was afraid of that.” You brushed your hand down his arm. “That explains the thickening of your skin.”
He nodded. “I thought I had it under control, but then…well-”
“Your horn.” You smoothed your hand back up the side of his neck and cupped his face in your hand. “You let it get too bad.”
He nodded, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not the one you need to apologize to!” You barked at him. “What have you been doing while this has progressed?” You snapped at him.
He shrugged. “What I always do.”
You rolled your eyes and stepped away. “You really did come at a perfect time,” you grumbled. “You need to bathe in volcanic springs. Luckily one is nearby, but not near enough,” you scowled at him. “To take you there I’m going to have to leave my charges alone during our busiest time.”
“You can just tell me where it is, you don’t have to leave.” Elazar murmured.
You raised your hand up to him, showing the tattooed pattern on your palm symbolizing your oath. “No. It’s my job to care for the sick.” You picked the apple and knife back up to continue peeling. “Besides, the path to the volcanic spring isn’t an easy one to describe. I lead a journey up there every few months for people who need it’s healing powers.” You gave him a grim look. “If you had been here a month ago-”
“I know. I know,” he sighed.
You threw the peeled apple at him and he caught it. “We’ll leave in the morning. That’ll give me time to prepare myself and the sisters.”
Elazar released a relieved sigh. “Thank you.”
“Nothing to thank.” You murmured and picked at some cured meat. Your mind was churning away. The trip would be a few days, and Elazar would need to rest in the volcanic spring for quite some time. By the time you got back, maybe, just maybe, you could help finish preparations for the festival and harvest.
But then the old memories came flooding back. Time spent with Elazar and the party. Time spent alone with Elazar. You may have been a sister, but being away from the monastery and a watchful eye let you be free, a little wild. You and Elazar had been the closest out of the whole party. Very close.
Those feelings never really went away when you came home to take over for your ailing master.
You didn’t like leaving your girls with such a burden, but they were all supportive and assured you they could handle things. They prepared your things for the journey, and happily sent you off after breakfast in the morning.
“They all seem nice.” Elazar was walking in stride with you on the path towards the mountain.
“I couldn’t ask for a better bunch!” You announced proudly with your whole chet. “Unlike my master who was dealt a rather wild hand,” you laughed.
“Having your as her prime pupil must have took a few years off her life,” Elazar chuckled.
“That’s what she said before she died!” You laughed. “Right before telling me I was her greatest achievement. She had a way.” You sighed at her memory.
Elazar took in a deep breath. “Doesn’t this feel great?” He held a hand out, touching a high branch on a tree, making the leaves fall. “Like old times! Better yet, the weather is great, the fall colors are beautiful-”
You clicked your tongue at him. “Remember! This isn’t one of our old sightseeing missions. You’re sick!”
Elazar chuckled. “Yeah, but I ain’t gotta think sick. What’s going on with you? You used to be more jovial than this. Has working as a Sister of the All Seeing Goddess made you a stick in the mud.”
You were near the bridge leading to the main part of the trail. You stopped and looked up at him. “How dare you? I am jovial! They call me the Laughing Sister.” You then sighed and unclenched your jaw. “Seeing you has brought back a lot of things, Elazar, and it’s making me nervous.”
“Nervous?” Elazar furrowed his thick brow.
“Yes.” You started trekking across the bridge.
“What? Because we used fuck?”
You turned and stared up at him with as big of eyes as you could muster. “Be quiet. It’s good for healing.”
A sinister smile appeared on Elazar’s lips. He followed close behind you on the bridge. “So not that you’re a full time Sister, you don’t partake anymore?”
You bit the inside of your cheek and kept quiet.
“You never seemed to care about those vows when we were out on the road together. I’ve never met someone who could exhaust me before you.”
You remained quiet, trying to ignore him as you stepped onto the volcanic path which was covered in bright red leaves.
“So how long as it been? Since we split?”
You glanced back at him. “That is none of your business.”
Elazar laughed. “We’ll be alone together for a few days. I don’t mind lending myself to your needs, sweet Sister.”
“Okay.”
Elazar went quiet. “Wait? Really?”
You turned to him, turning on your Sister wisdom to impress him and stump him. “Part of soot rot is that you’re not creating enough heat to thin out the plates on your body. Your heat can’t escape so it stays dull. You need to exert energy in order to heat yourself back up. You can either exhaust yourself by fighting, working out, doing repetitive tasks, or fucking.” You glanced back at him with your own sinister smile. “Soaking for a few hours in the spring to soften the plates then fucking as hard as you can will be the best way to find relief.”
Elazar looked happy and shocked all at once. “And that’s okay?”
Your smirk continued to broaden. “Sisters of the All Seeing Goddess are encouraged to take care of people anyway we can. And just for your information, I fucked an ailing minotaur last week.”
Elazar licked across his teeth and shivered. “You’ll have to tell me all about it.”
He used to like watching you seduce others. “Maybe I will. But for now, worry about your own damn self.”
The bright fall colors of the trees changed the higher you went up. They were brown and red around the base, but the further you climbed the more they turned to bright yellow and gold. By the time you reached the top, it was night. The volcanic springs glowed from below, lighting your way as you reached the cabin.
“I suggest you go ahead and soak before you go to sleep.” You said as you unlocked the cabin door. “Just to get yourself started. I’ll make us something to eat.”
Elazar grabbed your shoulder. “Thank you for this.”
You placed your palm over his hand. “You’re my friend. I’d do anything to help you.” You smiled up at him. “It’ll be nice to…reconnect.”
He nodded eagerly. “Yeah! It will.”
Of course he was excited, you thought. Then again, you couldn’t deny your own growing thrill.
That night, sleep came easy as the hike had been exhausting. The next day, after a quick breakfast, you took Elazar back out to the spring. Naked, you joined him, helping him to bathe and showing him a few techniques to allow the spring to work towards his favor.
“Just relax like that for a while.” You got out of the water, checking to make sure your hair was still up and dry. “Meditate as best as you can.”
“Will be hard with this view in my mind.”
You looked towards the mountain peacocks covered in all the colors of fall. You then realized he meant you. “Oh har har.” You put on your robe then took a seat near the springs. You took out a book.
“So tell me about this minotaur you helped.” He kicked his legs in the water.
“You’re supposed to be meditating.”
“Is it true that minotaurs are big?” He teased. “I know Rakshasa are. I had a nice weekend with the prince of the capital, you know?”
You looked up from your book, gawking. “Prince Himank?”
He chuckled smugly.
You clicked your tongue. “Yes, well, the minotaur was certainly the biggest I had ever had.”
“Bigger than me?” He joked back.
“Mmm,” you moaned, biting your lip.
Elazar turned around and smirked at you. “Bigger than that orc in the thief lands?”
You wiggled your eyebrows.
The fire behind his plates flickered bright. Good, that’s what he needed to do. “Tell me, babe. Come on.”
You sighed, shutting your book. “I told you to meditate.”
“You know I’m not smart enough to do that shit.” He wiggled in the water, turning and placing his arms upon the bank. “You have to tell me.”
You licked your lips. “Let’s just say I’ve not felt such…triumph in a long time.”
Elazar growled. “And what did you fuck him for?”
“He came in with a broken leg. He needed to soak in the waters to relieve some pain. I fucked him because I wanted to.”
“Still got the wild libido, huh?”
You exhaled as that dull ache was becoming a full blown need. “Yes.”
Elazar stood up out of the water, his cock pronounced and hard. Veins of bright magma flowed red and yellow through it, matching the colors of the leaves all around you. “Me too.”
You flaked your eyes from the tip of his throbbing magma cock to his eyes. “You need to soak more.”
“I need you more,” he snarled.
You were snatched up, grabbed and pressed against a tree. You gasped in surprise before he pressed kisses to your lips, your neck, your chest. He was so warm. You missed this feeling.
“I need you. I need you!” He whined pathetically. “It’s been so long!”
“What about that prince?” You panted between heavy kisses.
Elazar’s cock began prodding at you from below. “He wasn’t you,” he said through gnashed teeth. He held up your legs, moving you down so his tip rubbed against your folds.
You clung to Elazar, holding your breath as he penetrated you. That warmth! Oh, it’ still felt the same. But was he somehow bigger? He felt thicker.
“Oh my goddess,” Elazar whined again.
“Don’t bring her into this,” you grunted. “Fuck. You’re so hot.”
Elazar chuckled. “Good! That’s what we wanted.” He thrusted up, pushing deeper inside and shoving you back into the tree. Leaves rattled and fell, cascading down around the two of you. Some caught fire on Elazar’s shoulders.
Each thrust brought down more leaves and took you back in time when you were young, when you were traveling. Elazar was stronger somehow, better than in his prime. Perhaps this was his prime now. He certainly felt better than in youth. But maybe that was hopeful thinking.
You noticed chunks of his plates falling away as his fire burned brighter. He was nearly as yellow as the trees around you. He was certainly glowing like the sun.
“Good! Yes!” You panted to him. “Keep going! Don’t stop!”
“You still have you appetite,” he moaned. “Oh! I may not last.”
Grabbing hold of his one horn you shook his head. “You will! I demand it!”
The look in his eyes was sweet and soft. He would find the strength to keep going, every leaf would be knocked from the tree by the time he was done. There wouldn’t be a leaf left on the mountain the way you planned to make up for lost time.
“Sister! You’re back!” You were greeted at the ruins by the other Sisters. They hugged you and welcome you before going back to work on preparing the ruins.
“You look so much better, sir!” A sister said to Elazar.
“Do I?” he chuckled. “Your Sister worked her magic on me.”
Sisters around you giggled knowingly. You gave them all a look a tapped your finger to your smirk.
“Maybe I can help you next time, sir,” the Sister said suggestively.
Elazar grinned. “That’s up to your big Sister.” He approached you, leaning down. “Maybe I should stay and help with the festival?”
“Some strong hands might be nice.” You pinched his wrist and gave him a warning look. “You still have some chipping away to do.” You looked at his broken horn, seeing it was already beginning to grow back. It would take half a year to return to normal, but by then, you might be willing to let him go.
“How about I show you how to harvest pumpkins?” You asked him. “You can carry them better than we can.”
Elazar grinned. “Anything to repay your kindness.”
The sisters all giggled and laughed again. Perhaps you let things slide unlike your mentor, but it seemed to make everyone happier.
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
Hurt comfort - long lost lovers - 18+ - 3147 words
“Sister!” A loud voice beckons to you.
You raise your head, looking up from pulling weeds. Another sister from the monastery is fast approaching, hiking up her skirts to run towards you. You were working in the garden patch planted amongst the old ruins of the previous monastery. It was almost time for the harvest, and you wanted everything pristine.
“Calm down!” You beckon, standing up and wiping your hands upon your apron. “What on earth is the ruckus?” You laughed.
The younger sister came up panting, a look of panic in her wide, naive eyes. “There’s a man!”
You tried your best to hold back your laughter. “A man you say? You know we do allow them here, Sister Gwen?”
Gwen gave you a look. “Not just any man! I’m not exactly sure what kind of man he is!” She shyly folded her hands over her wrinkled skirt. “I’ve never seen a man quite like his ilk.”
You furrowed your brow. “Do tell, Sister Gwen?” You made her lead you back towards the monastery, where you noticed sisters gathered around and whispering, talking amongst themselves. Towards the entrance, they were gathered around the foyer entrance, peering through the cracks of the hinges.
“Goodness, what are all of you-” You stopped cold in your tracks when you saw this man standing in the entrance. “Looking at?” Your breath was taken away.
Gwen hurried off and left you standing there before the massive ifrit. It wasn’t just that the man was an ifrit, it was also because you recognized him.
“Elazar?” You breathed, standing there gawking in your gardening attire.
The giant ifirit broke into a huge grin and the flames that flowed through his form burned brighter. “It is you!” He rushed forward, grabbing you up and swinging you around. His embrace was as warm as you remember it. Though he was softer now in certain ways.
“Elazar!” You laughed. “Elazar! Careful!”
The sisters were now gathered around the door gawking as Elazar swung you around like a doll. He set you down after a second and you huffed, smoothing out your clothes. You got a better look at him now, not one of shock at seeing your old friend. Not much had changed about him, although you noticed his hair was much longer and looked like liquid amber. The plates of his body also looked thicker as the veins of magma under his skin seemed much thinner than you remember. But the biggest change of all was that one of his horns was broken. The large outwardly pointed things had been his pride and joy back in the day. Now one was broke close to his forehead.
“What are you doing here?” You asked squealed with excitement.
“Me? What about you?” He laughed.
You placed your hands upon your hips and gave him a stern look. “I look over this place from my master. I’m a Sister of the All Seeing Goddess.” You then broke into a bright smile.
Elazar just stared blankly at you, his jaw slightly dropped open. “You’re serious.”
You clicked your tongue and smacked his side. “Follow me. I’ll get you something to eat and we can catch up.” You gave the sisters a look, waving them aside as you led Elazar through the monastery.
Elazar ducked his head in the doorway. “I knew you grew up here, but I had no idea you’d ever come back.”
You took him through the chapel and back through to the dining hall. “Then how come you’re here? After all this time?”
“I’ve been trying to find you. I thought this would be a place to start.” Elazar said with a proud chuckle. He turned to look out the great windows, seeing the ruins outside.
“And why are you looking for me?” You went to the ovens towards the back grabbing some apples, cheese, and cured ham to serve him.
Elazar’s eyes were focused outside. “Is that your garden out there?” he asked.
“Yes, in fact, it is.” You set the food down upon a table. “The pumpkin patch in the ruins is big money for the monastery. It’s a local tradition, you see. There’s a festival and everything, and that patch is the main attraction!” You pluck up an apple and begin peeling it.
Elazar turned back to you. “It’s lovely. Especially with how nice the fall weather has been.” He sat down at the table with you.
“It’s made taking care of it much more bearable.” You look away from the apple and into his eyes. “So, why are you here? Afraid to answer me?” You smirked at him, expecting some sort of fun exchange.
“Yes! Actually,” he said with a bright smile.
You sighed heavily. You wanted it to be fun, but you knew there was something wrong. The way he looked, you couldn’t deny it. “So you didn’t just miss me?”
“I mean, I do.” Elazar replied. His long black tongue darted from his mouth and licked along the sides of his large chops. “I’ve missed everyone from the old party. Even if we split up on less than kind terms.”
You sniffed as a flicker of those days tickled the back of your thoughts. “Yes, well, that is what good times are for. Missing.”
Elazar cleared his throat. “I’m sick.”
You stopped peeling the apple and the knife nearly fell from your hand. “How sick?” You stood up from your seat. “What’s going on?”
Elazar reached up, touching the stump where his horn had been. “I didn’t want you to worry or anything but-”
You set upon him, studying his horn and looking him over. “Don’t tell me how to feel. Now tell me what is wrong.”
“Okay, mom.”
You glared down deep into his bright, ruby like eyes. “I told you to never call me that again. Old times or not.”
Elazar smiled shyly. “It was for old times sake.” He then let out a beleaguered breath. “It’s an old ifirit illness. It’s called soot rot.”
“I was afraid of that.” You brushed your hand down his arm. “That explains the thickening of your skin.”
He nodded. “I thought I had it under control, but then…well-”
“Your horn.” You smoothed your hand back up the side of his neck and cupped his face in your hand. “You let it get too bad.”
He nodded, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not the one you need to apologize to!” You barked at him. “What have you been doing while this has progressed?” You snapped at him.
He shrugged. “What I always do.”
You rolled your eyes and stepped away. “You really did come at a perfect time,” you grumbled. “You need to bathe in volcanic springs. Luckily one is nearby, but not near enough,” you scowled at him. “To take you there I’m going to have to leave my charges alone during our busiest time.”
“You can just tell me where it is, you don’t have to leave.” Elazar murmured.
You raised your hand up to him, showing the tattooed pattern on your palm symbolizing your oath. “No. It’s my job to care for the sick.” You picked the apple and knife back up to continue peeling. “Besides, the path to the volcanic spring isn’t an easy one to describe. I lead a journey up there every few months for people who need it’s healing powers.” You gave him a grim look. “If you had been here a month ago-”
“I know. I know,” he sighed.
You threw the peeled apple at him and he caught it. “We’ll leave in the morning. That’ll give me time to prepare myself and the sisters.”
Elazar released a relieved sigh. “Thank you.”
“Nothing to thank.” You murmured and picked at some cured meat. Your mind was churning away. The trip would be a few days, and Elazar would need to rest in the volcanic spring for quite some time. By the time you got back, maybe, just maybe, you could help finish preparations for the festival and harvest.
But then the old memories came flooding back. Time spent with Elazar and the party. Time spent alone with Elazar. You may have been a sister, but being away from the monastery and a watchful eye let you be free, a little wild. You and Elazar had been the closest out of the whole party. Very close.
Those feelings never really went away when you came home to take over for your ailing master.
You didn’t like leaving your girls with such a burden, but they were all supportive and assured you they could handle things. They prepared your things for the journey, and happily sent you off after breakfast in the morning.
“They all seem nice.” Elazar was walking in stride with you on the path towards the mountain.
“I couldn’t ask for a better bunch!” You announced proudly with your whole chet. “Unlike my master who was dealt a rather wild hand,” you laughed.
“Having your as her prime pupil must have took a few years off her life,” Elazar chuckled.
“That’s what she said before she died!” You laughed. “Right before telling me I was her greatest achievement. She had a way.” You sighed at her memory.
Elazar took in a deep breath. “Doesn’t this feel great?” He held a hand out, touching a high branch on a tree, making the leaves fall. “Like old times! Better yet, the weather is great, the fall colors are beautiful-”
You clicked your tongue at him. “Remember! This isn’t one of our old sightseeing missions. You’re sick!”
Elazar chuckled. “Yeah, but I ain’t gotta think sick. What’s going on with you? You used to be more jovial than this. Has working as a Sister of the All Seeing Goddess made you a stick in the mud.”
You were near the bridge leading to the main part of the trail. You stopped and looked up at him. “How dare you? I am jovial! They call me the Laughing Sister.” You then sighed and unclenched your jaw. “Seeing you has brought back a lot of things, Elazar, and it’s making me nervous.”
“Nervous?” Elazar furrowed his thick brow.
“Yes.” You started trekking across the bridge.
“What? Because we used fuck?”
You turned and stared up at him with as big of eyes as you could muster. “Be quiet. It’s good for healing.”
A sinister smile appeared on Elazar’s lips. He followed close behind you on the bridge. “So not that you’re a full time Sister, you don’t partake anymore?”
You bit the inside of your cheek and kept quiet.
“You never seemed to care about those vows when we were out on the road together. I’ve never met someone who could exhaust me before you.”
You remained quiet, trying to ignore him as you stepped onto the volcanic path which was covered in bright red leaves.
“So how long as it been? Since we split?”
You glanced back at him. “That is none of your business.”
Elazar laughed. “We’ll be alone together for a few days. I don’t mind lending myself to your needs, sweet Sister.”
“Okay.”
Elazar went quiet. “Wait? Really?”
You turned to him, turning on your Sister wisdom to impress him and stump him. “Part of soot rot is that you’re not creating enough heat to thin out the plates on your body. Your heat can’t escape so it stays dull. You need to exert energy in order to heat yourself back up. You can either exhaust yourself by fighting, working out, doing repetitive tasks, or fucking.” You glanced back at him with your own sinister smile. “Soaking for a few hours in the spring to soften the plates then fucking as hard as you can will be the best way to find relief.”
Elazar looked happy and shocked all at once. “And that’s okay?”
Your smirk continued to broaden. “Sisters of the All Seeing Goddess are encouraged to take care of people anyway we can. And just for your information, I fucked an ailing minotaur last week.”
Elazar licked across his teeth and shivered. “You’ll have to tell me all about it.”
He used to like watching you seduce others. “Maybe I will. But for now, worry about your own damn self.”
The bright fall colors of the trees changed the higher you went up. They were brown and red around the base, but the further you climbed the more they turned to bright yellow and gold. By the time you reached the top, it was night. The volcanic springs glowed from below, lighting your way as you reached the cabin.
“I suggest you go ahead and soak before you go to sleep.” You said as you unlocked the cabin door. “Just to get yourself started. I’ll make us something to eat.”
Elazar grabbed your shoulder. “Thank you for this.”
You placed your palm over his hand. “You’re my friend. I’d do anything to help you.” You smiled up at him. “It’ll be nice to…reconnect.”
He nodded eagerly. “Yeah! It will.”
Of course he was excited, you thought. Then again, you couldn’t deny your own growing thrill.
That night, sleep came easy as the hike had been exhausting. The next day, after a quick breakfast, you took Elazar back out to the spring. Naked, you joined him, helping him to bathe and showing him a few techniques to allow the spring to work towards his favor.
“Just relax like that for a while.” You got out of the water, checking to make sure your hair was still up and dry. “Meditate as best as you can.”
“Will be hard with this view in my mind.”
You looked towards the mountain peacocks covered in all the colors of fall. You then realized he meant you. “Oh har har.” You put on your robe then took a seat near the springs. You took out a book.
“So tell me about this minotaur you helped.” He kicked his legs in the water.
“You’re supposed to be meditating.”
“Is it true that minotaurs are big?” He teased. “I know Rakshasa are. I had a nice weekend with the prince of the capital, you know?”
You looked up from your book, gawking. “Prince Himank?”
He chuckled smugly.
You clicked your tongue. “Yes, well, the minotaur was certainly the biggest I had ever had.”
“Bigger than me?” He joked back.
“Mmm,” you moaned, biting your lip.
Elazar turned around and smirked at you. “Bigger than that orc in the thief lands?”
You wiggled your eyebrows.
The fire behind his plates flickered bright. Good, that’s what he needed to do. “Tell me, babe. Come on.”
You sighed, shutting your book. “I told you to meditate.”
“You know I’m not smart enough to do that shit.” He wiggled in the water, turning and placing his arms upon the bank. “You have to tell me.”
You licked your lips. “Let’s just say I’ve not felt such…triumph in a long time.”
Elazar growled. “And what did you fuck him for?”
“He came in with a broken leg. He needed to soak in the waters to relieve some pain. I fucked him because I wanted to.”
“Still got the wild libido, huh?”
You exhaled as that dull ache was becoming a full blown need. “Yes.”
Elazar stood up out of the water, his cock pronounced and hard. Veins of bright magma flowed red and yellow through it, matching the colors of the leaves all around you. “Me too.”
You flaked your eyes from the tip of his throbbing magma cock to his eyes. “You need to soak more.”
“I need you more,” he snarled.
You were snatched up, grabbed and pressed against a tree. You gasped in surprise before he pressed kisses to your lips, your neck, your chest. He was so warm. You missed this feeling.
“I need you. I need you!” He whined pathetically. “It’s been so long!”
“What about that prince?” You panted between heavy kisses.
Elazar’s cock began prodding at you from below. “He wasn’t you,” he said through gnashed teeth. He held up your legs, moving you down so his tip rubbed against your folds.
You clung to Elazar, holding your breath as he penetrated you. That warmth! Oh, it’ still felt the same. But was he somehow bigger? He felt thicker.
“Oh my goddess,” Elazar whined again.
“Don’t bring her into this,” you grunted. “Fuck. You’re so hot.”
Elazar chuckled. “Good! That’s what we wanted.” He thrusted up, pushing deeper inside and shoving you back into the tree. Leaves rattled and fell, cascading down around the two of you. Some caught fire on Elazar’s shoulders.
Each thrust brought down more leaves and took you back in time when you were young, when you were traveling. Elazar was stronger somehow, better than in his prime. Perhaps this was his prime now. He certainly felt better than in youth. But maybe that was hopeful thinking.
You noticed chunks of his plates falling away as his fire burned brighter. He was nearly as yellow as the trees around you. He was certainly glowing like the sun.
“Good! Yes!” You panted to him. “Keep going! Don’t stop!”
“You still have you appetite,” he moaned. “Oh! I may not last.”
Grabbing hold of his one horn you shook his head. “You will! I demand it!”
The look in his eyes was sweet and soft. He would find the strength to keep going, every leaf would be knocked from the tree by the time he was done. There wouldn’t be a leaf left on the mountain the way you planned to make up for lost time.
“Sister! You’re back!” You were greeted at the ruins by the other Sisters. They hugged you and welcome you before going back to work on preparing the ruins.
“You look so much better, sir!” A sister said to Elazar.
“Do I?” he chuckled. “Your Sister worked her magic on me.”
Sisters around you giggled knowingly. You gave them all a look a tapped your finger to your smirk.
“Maybe I can help you next time, sir,” the Sister said suggestively.
Elazar grinned. “That’s up to your big Sister.” He approached you, leaning down. “Maybe I should stay and help with the festival?”
“Some strong hands might be nice.” You pinched his wrist and gave him a warning look. “You still have some chipping away to do.” You looked at his broken horn, seeing it was already beginning to grow back. It would take half a year to return to normal, but by then, you might be willing to let him go.
“How about I show you how to harvest pumpkins?” You asked him. “You can carry them better than we can.”
Elazar grinned. “Anything to repay your kindness.”
The sisters all giggled and laughed again. Perhaps you let things slide unlike your mentor, but it seemed to make everyone happier.
The maze and the minotaur, the classic imagery is hard to separate one from the other. The image elicits loneliness, otherness, and claustrophobic feelings. A king uses such a maze to punish anyone who doesn't please him, even his own child.
Female Reader x Male Monster
Your father was the king, and he was the type to make sure everyone knew that. No one liked him, not you or your other siblings, not his wives, nor husbands. Making sure that all the world knew you were king had its prices, image being one of them. If he wanted to be loved, he had a funny way of showing it. For him, everything was a prize or trophy, everything was made for him.
All for one, none for all.
The city was walled off and heavily guarded. No one got in or out unless under the decree of the king. His guards were all heavily trained, some even brainwashed to do his bidding. Those who weren’t subjected to this were too afraid to do anything else.
As the eldest daughter your honor was to be protected. Once again, you weren’t his child, you were a prize. He didn’t care about your honor like that, he wasn’t protective because a father should be. He was protective over his gain.
You were given a minotaur for a guard. Why this made sense was because your father figured minotaur would never touch human women. His logic was as sound as everything else he did.
Theron was his name, and for the last few years he was your only companion outside your siblings. You thought you would have been married off by now, but no. For some reason your father still kept you held.
“It seems like a nice day, princess. Perhaps a walk around the garden would do you well,” Theron suggested.
“You’re not supposed to talk,” you teased him.
“Who is going to hear?” He said with a slight chuckle, his voice muffled by his hood. “Or is this the day that you are going to betray me and rat me out?”
You kept your smirk at bay. “You know I’d rather swallow my own tongue than speak to my father.”
“Then I am safe another day.”
“The garden sounds fine.” You say, letting him lead you outside into the sunshine. You’re surprised though, as usually the garden is full of your siblings and parents. “Strange,” you murmured.
Theron leaned down close to your ear. “Your older brothers are out with the king at the moment, meanwhile, your younger siblings have all been taken to the library to take books while the king is out. Your other parents are supervising.”
Cutting your eyes up at him you cautiously lick your bottom lip. “And what will I be doing?”
A low chuckle left Theron’s throat. “Making love to a handsome guard while no one is around.”
Excitement quivered in your breast. It had been a long while since you and Theron were able to do such a thing. “Then let’s not waste time.” You grabbed him, leading him to the farthest part of the garden.
It took no time at all for the two of you to be undressed and upon one another. Theron’s body was covered in scars, new cuts, another branding burn. Seeing this, all you wanted to do was comfort him. His arms were strong and warm. His cock hard and ready. It was hard to steal moments like this, you were never alone really. Falling for Theron had been an accident. Maybe it was years of having only him as company that wasn’t family. Maybe it was the gentle touch of his hand that time you fell. He broke the rules for you, was sweet to you.
Minotaurs don’t find humans attractive. Well, this one sure did. He made love to you like it was your last time, and for all you knew, it would be.
“Breathe,” you told him.
The veins in Theron’s neck were building. “It’s hard. I’m trying not to end this. I have to focus.”
You took hold of his face. “You have to breathe.”
“You make me breathless,” he whispered.
Dark brown eyes focused upon yours and he kissed you, his body flush upon your own. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to whisper in his ear. “Cum in me. Now.”
The command was one that would have ended his life had you asked it. This one made his efforts all the more resolved, he moved harder, quicker. Each pump of his strong haunches brought you closer to your own end. The world was bright and beautiful.
Until it wasn’t.
“Right over there! I told you!”
You clung to Theron as you were beset upon. Guards and family members were all around you, watching as one of your sister’s held out a pointed hand.
Her eyes focused upon you, afraid of you. Her hand shook but she remained resolved as you were lifted away, ripped from Theron’s arms.
“Hurry, before he gets back,” you heard someone say.
“He can’t know about this!”
You saw your mother in the hallway as you were dragged out. Her eyes were wide as she gazed upon you. She rushed forward, draping her own robe around you to cover you. She clung to you, trying to keep hold as you were dragged away.
Everything happened so quickly, you weren’t sure if it was real at all.
“We’ll tell them she died. She choked on something.”
“Better to throw them out than have them here.”
So many voices.
“Please! Don’t take her!” Your mother’s screams echoed in your head.
“Mama!” You screamed out and then, nothing.
Nothing at all. No thoughts. No dreams. You may as well have been dead. But you were cold. You wouldn’t feel cold if that was the case. The ground was hard, made of stone and unbearably cold.
Slowly your eyes fluttered open, gazing into the night sky. Above you the forest leaned over the wide opening and tall walls rose above you. Pushing yourself up, you looked around, taking in the stone walls covered in vines and moss. Small glowing bugs floated around, gathering around flowers on the vines that also emitted a faint green light.
You were still wrapped in your mother’s robe. They must have made quick work to remove you from the palace.
Theron was laying a distance away from you. The great, dark minotaur was laying limp, his body slumped over with his arm over his head.
Lurching to your feet, you bolted towards him. “Theron!” You knelt over his body, laying him flat on his back. You watched as he twitched, coming to slightly. His eyes opened, his deep, brown eyes bleary as he looked up.
You sighed with relief and clutched his head close to your chest. “Thank the goddess!”
“Where are we?” He groaned.
If this was the afterlife then you were glad he was with you to traverse through it. “I’m not sure. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
His strong arms wrapped around you, weak at first, but they grew in strength as the seconds passed. “Oh, me too,” he breathed.
Theron began to sit up, bracing his arm against the ground as he took in the surroundings too. “Well-” he breathed out. “I think we need a new plan.”
You let out a smile despite your unease, knowing he was trying to make a joke. “A new one?”
He chuckled, standing up and dusting off his arms. “Looks like they threw us down here to die.”
The glowing bugs began to hover around you, resting upon your arms and shoulders. “Or escape.”
He squinted his eyes as he looked ahead. “Looks like a hallway.” The two of you rose from the ground and you clutched the robe around your body. Theron’s tunic was torn in places, but at least he had something warm.
“A labyrinth,” you murmured. “I remember my father talking about this place.” You touched the wall and smoothed your hand down the moss covered stone. “I think this is just outside the city.”
Theron grimaced. “They used to send my people here for sport.”
Fear itched along your scalp and down your arms. “What sport?”
Theron breathed out through his nose. “Doesn’t matter right now.” He held his hand out to you. “Come on, if I remember the stories, I think we can make it.”
You smiled as you took his hand and squeezed it tight. Theron leaned down, kissing you passionately. “Ow,” he held his jaw. “That whack that asshole gave me still smarts.”
You cupped his cheek in your hand. “Poor baby.”
He kissed you again then looked ahead. “Well, we always wanted to be alone.” His gaze was sympathetic. “I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head. “I wonder why she did that,” I said of my sister. “I wonder why they put us here.”
“We may never know,” he murmured. “Unless we go back.”
“No. Forward is the only way we go from here.” You tightened your grip upon his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
Days crept by as you traversed this giant maze, and certainly it was beginning to feel like a death sentence. No water, no food, just miles of stones wherever you went. You were growing weak, and despite his best efforts, so was Theron.
While resting one afternoon, a ball fell down into the labyrinth from above. You almost screamed it was so jarring.
“I’ll get it!” A voice called from above. Then, a ladder came down. A child appeared over the edge, and as soon as you locked eyes with him he went running back up the ladder. “Papa! Papa!” He screamed.
Moments later, people came to the edge of the labyrinth to get you and Theron out. They fed you and gave you water, doting on you both. It turns out the glowing flowers are used for a wide array of crafts, foods, and the like and a village had grown around part of the labyrinth in order to harvest the blossoms.
Marta, the leader of the village, took you into her home, allowing you to rest and heal over the next few days.
“I thought I knew where the exit was from stories,” Theron told her.
“It’s been a long time. Parts of the labyrinth were torn down. Some villages used the stones in the walls, others filled it in for farming.” She had kept you both very well fed. Even as you spoke then she was feeding you steamed dumplings.
“That explains it,” Theron chuckled in defeat.
“Well, you found us,” Marta chuckled. “That’s all that matters now.”
You were surprised she never asked where you came from or why you were even in the maze. It was almost like she knew, but wasn’t going to say how.
“You’re welcome here, as long as you’d like.” Marta looked at me, and it was like looking into your mother’s eyes.
“Thank you,” you were breathless.
“We take care of our own!” She laughed. “We’ll get you two all set up here. Whatever past you came from, it is all past. It’s the future now.”
Theron was biting through a dumpling as she said this, and he broke into a big smile. “You’re very right. We don’t have anything to go back to anyways.” He placed his hand upon your back and you were relieved. You were free, not from the labyrinth, but from your life.
“It’s too good to be true, right?” Theron sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his boots. “We should have been killed for what we did. But we’re here. We’re alive.”
Warm water splashed onto your face as you washed it. You splashed again to make sure you were truly awake. “I keep thinking that over and over.” You take a towel to pat your face dry. “The more I think, the more unsure I become. Maybe it’s best we don’t think.”
Theron smirked. “You know I’m good at that.”
“Hush,” you scold him, dabbing under your chin. “We have to accept it. We’re here. For whatever reason. We were…chucked into the maze instead of killed. It’s a miracle.”
“Your father was out of the castle. I think it was mercy.” He stood up and stretched out his arms, showing off his tummy which had grown soft during your time here. With no hard training every day and solid meals with plenty of snacks, you had both started to put on a healthy weight.
Theron rubbed said tummy, noticing you staring. “Marta spoils me. I think she enjoys feeding us.”
You smiled. “Considering we only got two meals a day back at the palace.” You sauntered over to him, nuzzling up to him and rubbing your hand down his chest. “Anything feels like spoiling.”
Theron grabbed you up and tossed you down upon the bed, tackling you with affection and kisses. After hiding everything, something like this still felt wicked and secretive. But really, it wasn’t.
“What’s that in your pocket?” You asked him.
“I don’t have pockets,” he said with a grin.
You bit your lip and giggled. “What sort of man doesn’t have pockets?”
Theron was reaching down, hiking up your nightgown and grabbing hold of your thighs. His fingers were so close you could feel their warmth against your mound. “You know it’s my hard cock. Don’t play coy,” he teased.
“Are you sure?” You whispered. “We just had sex this morning!”
“We can do it whenever we want,” he said excitedly. “No hiding. No whispering.” He placed his thumb upon your lips. “We can be together whenever we want. So do you want to?”
Of course you wanted to! For years you couldn’t even touch yourself, let alone find ways to make love to the minotaur of your dreams. “It still feels…strange.”
“I know.” he said gently. “I fear at any moment we’ll be seen, or worse. But that’s not going to happen. Not anymore. Not unless we are very, very stupid.”
You smirked and wrapped your arms around him. “Then, I want you as much as I can have you. We have so much to make up for.”
“Three years,” he moaned as he sat up, pulling your thighs apart. He looked down, letting out a deep breath as he took in the sight. His fingers rubbed against you, slightly opening you to him. “Is it bad I kept count?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “You kept count?”
He hushed you then smirked. “I know how to count, princess.” He looked back down, rubbing your mound before touching anything truly sensitive. “In the three years we’ve been able to indulge, we only did it sixteen times.”
You let out a heavy breath. “And how many since we got here?”
A grin grew across his face. “I can’t count that high.”
Your giggles turned into moans as his finger sunk inside, meanwhile his thumb rubbed against your clit.
“No rushing. I get to enjoy this,” he moaned. “Princess, you really do leave me breathless. He reached up, undoing the buttons of your nightgown to expose your breasts. He took hold of one, squeezing and teasing the nipple until it became achingly hard.
“I have to learn to take my time.” He reached down, undoing his pants and letting them slide off his hips. “We can play.” he inched around you, going towards your head while his fingers were still inside. He laid his cock upon your lips, rubbing the tip there until you opened your mouth. He was thick and warm, throbbing hard against your tongue as he slid into place.
“Fuck,” he growled.
Fuck indeed. His fingers inside you, his cock on your tongue. It was…a strange sort of bliss. Of those sixteen times you had to rush through your pleasure. You never got to play around, tease, anything like that. You had to hurry, had to be quiet. So the sound of Theron’s deep moans were driving you just as crazy as his touch.
“That’s so good,” he whispered. “Oh…so fucking good.” His fingers sunk deeper inside and you moaned against his shaft, causing him to shudder. He did it again and you moaned again, something salty slid against your tongue.
“No, no,” he growled. “Calm yourself.” He pulled from your lips and finished kicking off his pants. He then moved back between your thighs, towering over you. “I can’t end yet.” he lifted your legs, easing himself inside you slowly. His eyes fluttered, your breath caught in your chest.
“Has your cock gotten fatter too?” You moaned.
Theron wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cum. “Dammit!” he grinned down at you. “So, you like it I take it?”
You nodded, gasping as he pressed even deeper inside. “I like everything about you.”
“Mm, good.” He slowly pulled back. “Maybe happiness is making it able for me to swell up bigger.” He pushed back in, taking his time to savor every inch.
“Why are you going so slow?” You whimpered.
“Because I can! Fuck! Because I can!” He cried out triumphantly.
You tried shushing him but he covered your mouth with his big palm. “You get to cry out my name,” his voice was rich and dark. “You get to tell me everything I can do to you. Your voice…I get to hear your voice.” His pulses were growing deeper, harder. “Don’t be quiet.”
You weren’t sure how. But once he moved his hand away, you wanted to try. “I love your cock,” you panted.
“And?” He smirked.
“I love you.”
He shuddered, going still for a brief moment. “I love you too.”
His pulses were finding rhythm, slow, but hard. You moaned for him, learning to let it out when he felt best. He was gasping, trying his hardest to remember to breathe. You eventually saw his jaw tighten and teeth grit. The veins in his neck bulged.
“Breathe.” You touched his face, smoothing your hand down his jaw. “Breathe, Theron.”
“I’ll cum if I don’t focus,” he moaned.
You whimpered as his thrusts were growing faster. “Then cum!” You cried out. “You’ll just have to fuck me again.”
He surged, almost as if a fire had been lit inside him.
“You’ll cum again and again and again until I’m satisfied!” You weren’t sure where this voice was coming from. But it was urging him on, driving him, making him drive into you until you were sure there would be no end.
Clarity returned, your body was sweaty and cool, but Theron was as hot as an ember. You smiled, pleased and content. You stroked his back, letting out a breath of relief. This wasn’t a dream.
It's Mermay! And I have for you a wonderful story of a girl and the merman who terrorizes the beach she is supposed to watch over. (I just watched Zoolander so I'm trying not to make a joke.)
Female Reader x Male Merman
There’s loud screaming coming from the beach. You look up towards the window, rushing over as you pull back the curtains. To see a crowd rushing from sandy dunes, some falling over in panic. You scoff, frustrated as you know exactly what has happened. You go outside, taking down the wrap around your hair.
“It’s alright, people! It’s alright!” You shout out to the crowd. “Go to the awning over there, yeah, the green one!” You instruct people where to go after being frightened like that. Storming down the beach, you come to the lapping waves.
“I know you’re out there!” You snap your hands upon your hips. “I’m waiting!”
Something inky black rises to the surface. Then glittering gemstones of eyes look at you. You can tell he’s smirking under the water.
“Goro.” you say sternly.
Bubbles rise up from the water as he laughs.
You lick your tongue along the edge of your teeth and tsk. “What did we just talk about? I told you that this is-”
“A rest stop for the weary,” Goro hissed as he raised his head further out of the water. The black tendrils that covered the top of his head continued to float along the surface. “A beach for the weak. Sands for healing.”
You had been trying to hide the full brunt of your annoyance, but your scowl always came through. He is testing you, because reaction is what he craves. Even the smallest scowl gives him glee.
“That is not my prerogative.” Gor came up onto the beach, stretching out his long tail. The end looked like ripped fabric, going into many various strands and length. On land it looked like wet cloth, but underwater, you were sure it was a spectacle of brilliance.
“I asked you a favor!” Your balled fist thumps against your temple. “This beach earns me my income and you are-”
His mouth split into a great big smile, revealing many rows of teeth. His bright green eyes flashed in the darkness of his scales. He was midnight incarnate, and his scales shone like an aurora borealis.
“I’ll be gone soon enough,” you quickly said before he could add anything. “I run the lighthouse until the first frost.”
Goro’s smile is replaced by something else, something less menacing but more telling. “If not you, then some other fool. Then another, and another.”
“That’s how this job works. Keep the lighthouse, guard the beach, and don’t discourage the travelers!” You put your hands back to your waist. “That includes watching you.”
Goro cracked his neck and pushed his tendrils back from his face. “I am an attraction, same as the sands.”
You narrowed your eyes upon him. “Behave. That is what I am asking you.” You then bent over and snatched a handful of the magic sands. “You’re just lucky I needed more of this to study.”
Goro snickered. “To study. Right!”
You turn to head back to the landing where all the people have gathered.
Behind you, Goro sighed. “I know the secrets to the sand, but no one ever asks me nothing.”
“What are you going on about?” You huff as you face him again.
Goro smirks, his scales shimmering teal then to purple against the black. “Everyone is so curious about how the sand here has healing properties, but they never think to ask me why.”
You rolled your eyes. “Okay then, why?”
He tapped a finger to his wide mouth. “Family secret.”
You asked and got what you expected. “Behave, Goro,” you said sternly. “I won’t tell you again!”
“And then what will you do?” He teased.
You gave him one last look before heading back up the beach to tell the travelers all was safe. Goro was a menace, but he wasn’t dangerous. A fighter, perhaps, but he wasn’t a flesh eater.
Once people were calmed and taken care of, you went back to work. The healing sands were well known, and many had tried uncovering the secrets it hid. Back at your old apothecary, you used to make potions with it all the time. That was, until your apothecary fired you when your experiments blew up the laboratory.
But that’s okay! The lighthouse and beach keeper position was great! You got to study the sand directly from the source, and the lab you made was in a bunker, so if there was an explosion again, you would be the only one harmed by it.
Still, your post here was limited. Once it began to grow cold and the froth on the beach turned to ice, you would be moved off the island and back to the mainland. Which was fine by you, you were never one for the cold, and you had plans to go study spices in Rakshasa Country. You would be surrounded by other students varying from chefs, healers, and your kind. Your only constant company here on the island was Goro, and you had been warned about him.
The previous beach keeper had dealt with Goro for three seasons before giving up. This was your first season, and while Goro was a nuisance, you couldn’t understand why he would make someone leave the island.
Early mornings were your favorite time to go to the beach. The sky was dusky, the air crisp, and there was no one there. You would walk the beach, studying the sands and watching the waves. Whatever gave the sand their healing properties had to come from the ocean, but that was an even bigger mystery.
“Walking all by yourself?”
Above you, Goro was lounging upon some smooth boulders. His cheek rested on his arms, and his eyes focused upon you.
“I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me,” you grunted.
“Awww, how come?” Goro’s tail swished back and forth upon the stone.
“I’m a little busy,” you tell him.
Goro sat up and stretched, yawning loudly, stretching open his mouth to show the sharp teeth inside. “Doing what?” He smirked down upon you. “Making sandcastles?”
You frowned, kicking down a heap of sand you had built. “Just doing some thinking. That’s all part of studying.”
Goro slid down from the rocks and relaxed upon the sands. He grabbed a handful of the sand then let it run through his fingers. “Is thinking what turned your hair green?”
You reached up and touched your hair, gently smoothing it back. “No. A potion I make does it.”
Goro snickered. “You’d fit in better under the water with hair like that. It’s perfect camouflage for hiding in the kelp.” he seemed to pose, raising his long arms above his head then puffing out his chest. There was a stretch of skin along his belly and chest, a soft flesh area that was dark, but flecked with pale speckles.
“Bigger mystery than the sand is why you’re here.”
Goro gave you the most confused and agitated look. “What?”
You shrugged at him. “I don’t know! Seems like a merman like you would have better things to do than stalk around this island, scaring travelers and making extra work for the beach keepers.”
He narrowed his eyes upon you. “These are my home waters. You and your kind are the ones trespassing, if anything.”
“And that may be true. But where are the others?” You motioned out towards the ocean. “If we are such a problem, how come you’re the only one making noise about it?” The ocean lapped quietly at the shore.
Scoffing, Goro rose up. “Noise wouldn’t even begin to describe what I could do.”
You just kept your eyes locked upon him as he slithered down the beach towards the water.
“Maybe one day, you’ll see!” Goro splashed into the ocean, vanishing under the waves that were shaded pink by the sky.
You let out a long sigh before Nara, a kobold whose family made their money by selling the sands, came walking out. Her family was who hired you and all the beach keepers before you.
“Good morning!” She sang.
“Good morning,” you grumbled.
“How is Goro?” Nara knelt down on the sands, drawing a symbol upon it before kneeling her head down to pray over it.
You pouted slightly. “I honestly don’t know.”
Nara rose back up and began using a special scoop to fill her dried gourd. “We used to play together as kids, you know?”
“You never told me that.”
“I suppose we don’t get to talk much outside of business things.” She filled her gourd then stood with it, holding it by the weaved handle. “He’s the only male of his colony, so he’s sent away a lot.”
You furrowed your brow. “How come?”
“To find gifts,” he answered. “That’s why he comes to the beach all the time.”
Well, that answered a question or two. “Is that why he is such a pest?” You followed Nara along the beach towards her family’s home and workshop.
“I know I warned you that he could be a lot to handle. Has he been causing any trouble lately?” She asked.
“Scaring travelers,” you muttered.
Nara’s brow knit together and she hummed.
“What?”
Nara shook her head. “That’s rather well behaved for Goro. Is that really all he is doing? He’s not chasing away? Throwing fish? Tying people’s feet together with kelp?”
You made a face. “No! He’s done that?”
“He dragged the last beach keeper into the ocean one time.” She sighed and rolled her eyes. “He really put the last one through some things.”
You were a bit shocked. Goro had never behaved like that towards you. Sure he was annoying, but that was the extent of it.
“If you like it here though, we wouldn't mind keeping you on through the cold season.” Nara walked up the stairs to the workshop.
“Really? I thought the beach was closed.”
“It does.” Nara led you inside where he mother and father were bickering over something, laughing while they did. “But you’re trained in potion making and apothecary stuff right?”
You nodded, instantly greeted with a warm beverage from Nara’s sister.
“We’ve been wanting to expand our business for some time, but we’ve not come across anyone with your expertise.”
You were flattered! “I wouldn’t call myself that,” you laughed shyly.
Nara’s smile brightened. “Think about it. I know you have that study in Rakshasa Country. Trust me, I’d rather spend the cold days there than here. But if you did, there’s a lot we’d love to discuss with you.”
“The study is for just a month,” you murmured. “Maybe I could come back early once it’s complete. Then I could have my own ideas based on what I’ve learned there.”
“We can discuss it further!” Nara cheered. “That sounds like a perfect idea. Get a break from the beach, become inspired.”
You were…relieved? Strange. You would think you’d be eager to leave the island. But over the last couple of months, it’s become a home. Even after you were outcast from the best job you ever had. Maybe that job wasn’t so great?
That evening you went out to check the traps to get something for dinner. That’s where you noticed the trap was ripped to shreds.
“Ugh! Goro.”
“You called?”
Above you on the beach, Goro was laid out flat atop high dune.
“Did you destroy my trap? What am I supposed to do for dinner?” You chucked the wrecked heap onto the ground.
Goro rolled over onto his stomach then propped himself up on his elbows. “It’s not like you caught anything.”
“Well, now I have to fish!” You scoffed.
“Or you could ask nicely.”
Your hand went to your waist. “Ask nicely for what?”
Goro smirked. “For me to feed you? I can find you something really good. You’re not exactly good at catching the delicious parts of the ocean.”
You frowned and avoided his gaze. True. You’d either lived off fish or the kindness of Nara’s family during your stay here.
“Ask. Me. Nicely.” Goro punctuated.
It was either that for fish, and you hated fishing. You let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, fine.”
“Nicely,” Goro let the word slither from his lips.
You took a deep breath. “Would you please catch me something for dinner?”
Goro sat up on the dune. “Of course.” he leapt off it, splashing into the water and vanishing into the depths.
What was keeping you from believing he was tricking you? You’re not sure, but you stayed on the beach waiting for him anyways. Sitting there, you watched the ocean lap at the shore, the colors of the sun fading into the distant waters.
Then, Goro’s dark head popped up out of the water. He remained still there for a long while, his eyes watching you from behind the black drapes around his head. You stared back, slowly moving from sitting to standing to approach the water.
Suddenly, Goro whipped something from the water and towards you. You dodged, getting out of the way of whatever he threw at you. You gawk back at him, shocked by the sudden retaliation.
“What the hell was that?” You snapped.
Goro was laughing as he came closer to shore. “Keep you on your toes! That’s what.” He crawled to shore, a couple of things tucked under his arm. “Look.” He pointed back.
You turned, seeing what he threw to you laying on the sands. You looked back at him, grimacing before going towards it. It was a roundish shape, a little bit bigger than a small stone. You dusted the sand off, seeing it was a massive pearl. Your jaw dropped.
“See there? I can be nice. You humans like those things, right?” He chomped into a fish. “I love biting the heads off first,” he said between chews.
You rolled the large pearl around, thinking about the fortune in the center of your palm. You could sell this thing in Rakshasa Country for enough money to start your own apothecary anywhere in the Ruby Empire! Glancing back towards Goro, munching on his fish, you couldn’t decide why he would give you this.
“Here,” He wagged a bundle of lobsters at you. “I promised food. I got you food.”
“Thanks.” You slowly approached him again, taking the bounty from his clutches. “Why did you give me this?” You extended the pearl towards him.
Goro shrugged, giving you a curled up lip in reply. “I saw it, and the green in it made me think of you.”
This took you back for a moment. It was a heart skipping moment.
“Don’t act so shocked or anything.” he extended out his hand to you, curling up his long fingers. “Give it back. I chuck it to the depth I found it.”
The pearl became clutched to your chest. “No. I like it.”
“Then good.” A smirk crawled across his face. “Glad to hear it.”
It was a strange smile, one you hadn’t seen from him. It wasn’t one from the joy he got scaring travelers on the beach, or one of boyish pride. It was different, happy, hopeful.
“You should go cook those. They’re best when fresh.” he then shrugged. “So I’ve heard.” he bit into his fish again.
“Yeah,” you’re still unsure of how to respond to him now. “They are.”
Goro licked across his teeth, smacking it. “I guess it’ll be the end of the season soon. You must be excited to get off this island,” he said with a sort of forced laugh.
“Kind of,” you answered. “I have a study lined up in Rakshasa Country. I was going to take some of my studies on the sands to the professors there and see what they thought.”
Goro’s lip curled again. “I’ve never been much of anywhere.”
“Why not?”
His eyes flicked back towards you and he scoffed. “Where else would I go? This island, these waters-” his eyes became distant as he stared out over the water. “I like it well enough. Besides, who else would want me?”
“Oh, I dunno, depends on what you’re looking for.” You sat down beside him in the sand, setting the lobsters aside. You looked at the pearl, seeing the slight green reflection it gave. “I’m sure you could woo a beautiful princess or two.”
“A handsome knight, a powerful dragon, maybe a warlock and witch couple.” Goro stretched his long arms out behind himself and leaned back. “I know I could have anyone I set my eyes on. That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?” You smiled.
Laughing, Goro stuck his tongue out. “Are you dumb? What else would keep me here? You’re a smart lot, you study, you perform your mad experiments. What would keep you home for so long if you had to?”
You thought of your childhood home. “Well, my family.”
Goro pointed with his tail to the ocean. “Exactly. I have family out there counting on me. I have a job to do here for them, and just so you know, I like doing that job.”
“Who's your family?” You asked.
Goro snorted. “Bunch of chattery women like you.”
Your smile grew brighter. “Do you have sisters?”
“Several.” he sighed and leaned back again. “I was the only one to survive my mother’s first clutch so-” His voice trailed off.
Your smile faded. “Oh? What happened?”
He was scowling, but trying not to let it grow. “My father ate them. Afraid there would be a son.”
“Oh,” you whispered.
“Yeah, oh!” He sneered at you then broke into a big smile. “But I proved his point when I grew.” He laughed. “Oh man, did I show him.”
You looked down then back out over the ocean.
“What about you?”
“I never fought my father,” you replied.
He gently smacked your arm with a chuckle. “No, idiot. Do you have any siblings?”
You shook your head. “No. I was an only child back home. I had lots of cousins and extended family though. The whole village was like a family.”
“Do you miss it?”
A surprising question. “Of course.” You looked back at him to assess his expression. It was soft, another surprise. “Why?”
He shrugged. “No reason.” he then pointed beyond you. “Your dinner is getting away.”
You watched just as your lobsters crawled back into the ocean. You laughed, cupping your hand around your mouth.
“I’ll go get them.” You stopped Goro by putting your hand over his.
You were laughing harder. “No! It's quite alright! Let them go, they earned it.”
Goro eased back, watching your hand touching his. A softer smile appeared on his lips, and he turned his palm so it was like you were holding hands.
Soon, the day came that Nara and her family were shutting off the beach to travelers. The waters were becoming too cold, and soon, wind and ice would replace the balmy breezes and sunny skies.
Packing up, you decided to leave your lab in the basement. After all, you would come back after your study. Sure, you could sell that pearl and use it to open an apothecary of your very own. But the idea of working here on the island sounded right.
There was a tapping on the window. As you were walking it towards it, it opened and a large conch shell was flung inside. It bounced off your bed and to the floor with a loud clatter.
Goro appeared in the window grinning. “Something to remember me by.” He hefted himself up, crawling inside.
“I think I have enough to remember you by.” You huffed as you picked up the conch. “Since when could you crawl up here?”
“Oh always,” he snickered as he lounged luxuriously on your bed. “I just didn’t want you thinking you could command me to spend time with you whenever you wanted.”
“Oh sure.” You set the conch down on the table.
“Will they be finding a new beach keeper?” he teased.
You rolled your eyes. “No. I’m coming back here. So get used to that idea.”
“I just might.” Goro snuggled to your pillow, breathing in deep.
You leaned over top of him while he had his face buried in the pillow. “Are you going to miss me?”
Goro jerked, looking up at you over top of him. His surprised stare turned into a vicious glare.
“I think you are.” It was your turn to tease him, and you were going to take this perfect opportunity. You sat down on the bed so he had no way to escape. “I have reasons to believe it might be a little bit more than that.”
“Don’t go and think so highly of yourself,” he sneered.
You smirked. “You don’t like me then?”
“That’s-” Goro held his tongue. “Get back.” He pushed his hand against your shoulder. “I’m warning you. These teeth of mine can rip apart more than just fish!”
“I’m sure.” You dipped down, giving him a small, soft kiss. One you meant to be playful. But Goro’s hand on your shoulder grabbed your clothes, pulling you in, making the kiss something more, something deeper.
You whimpered, but you didn’t fight.
Goro was the one that released you, pushing you back a bit. “If you’re going to do that then you might as well mean it.”
Your face was flushed, and Goro’s eyes were completely black.
Goro’s hand then completely covered your face. “Humans.” He pushed you back so he could sit up. “You think you know everything.” He put his arms around you, rubbing his neck against yours. “This is how we sea folk do it.” His gills ruffled against your skin, tickling you in a way that sent shivers through your whole back. He then bit your shoulder and your body responded in such a visceral way you lost your breath.
A laugh entered your ear. “If you want to know the secrets of the sands, you’ll have to come back to me,” he whispered seductively. “I’ll only tell you then.”
Locking eyes with him he then butt his head against your forehead. “Promise,” he breathed.
You placed your hand upon his cheek. “I’m coming back.”
“Good.” Goro bit your shoulder, but this wasn’t like all those times before. His breath hitched and his lips trailed against the skin ever so slightly. A tickle went up the back of your neck as his tongue gently brushed against you. “I’ll find you if you’re lying to me.” He bared his teeth to you then left back through the window.
Catching your breath, you realized your nipples were completely solid and your heart was fluttering like the wing of a hummingbird.
In Rakshasa Country, you began your class and took great interest in the study. You even presented your studies on the healing sands to your professors, who decided to take time to study it with the class. Theories were presented onto its healing capabilities, but nothing sounded right to you.
“We would like you to stay on and take on an internship here,” one of your professor’s offered. “I think you could accomplish great things here.”
It was a dream come true for you, a great offer. But it didn’t feel right. “I’m sorry,” you replied, hating to let her down. “But I have a job offer back at the island. I already accepted it.”
She smiled. “I understand. I would much rather work on a beautiful island than here any day. Besides, you can always report your studies and findings on the sands back to me. I’m fascinated by your research.”
You were relieved she was taking it well. “I’ll report back as much as I can.”
“We can still work together then.”
You went back to the island when Nara’s brothers came to deliver sand. You met them at the port, helping them to load supplies and food onto the little ship. They had ordered so much to make it through the worst parts of winter you had to sleep around the cargo.
The ship got in late one evening, and it was later still after unloading everything. You passed out with Nara in her bed, making it home after her family fed you a huge breakfast. Once done, you trudged across the beach with your bag towards the lighthouse.
“You’re back!”
You didn’t have time to react before Goro clobbered you on the beach. You hit the sands and he crawled up your body.
“It’s not even spring! What are you doing here?” He clutched your face. “It’s really you! It is!” He was beaming, eyes wide, teeth fully showing.
“My class ended,” you managed to speak. “They invited me back to start an apothecary business with them.”
Goro rubbed his neck against yours instantly, sighing breathily as he did. Your skin shivered and your body responded in kind to his touch. You stroked up his back, touching the nape of his neck. Something prodded at your hip.
“It’s cold out here,” you whispered.
“You warm blooded creatures,” he snarled. “I want you here and now.”
“Goro,” you whimpered. “I don’t think we-” Your voice choked out as he bit your shoulder. “Wait!”
Your loud outburst made Goro raise up. “You don’t have to yell,” he pouted.
You caught your breath and sat up to look him in the eye. “I’m not going to have much fun cold. And I certainly don’t want sand in my nethers.”
Goro’s lip curled. “Fine!”
You made your way back to the lighthouse where you got a fire going and lit a candle for some light. Goro was waiting on the bed, stroking one of his cocks in his hand. The other quivered at the brush of his knuckles until he switched to it. They were extremely hard and pitch black with a line of white going down the back side where there were linear bumps to the sheath.
“You like me more than I thought,” you said teasingly as you let your hair down.
His eyes followed your curls as they touched against your neck. “You don’t seem shocked.”
“I’m not.” You began working on the buttons on your clothes. “Nara told me you had a thing for humans.” You smirked. Nara didn’t say that exactly but you were hoping to catch a reaction from him for once.
Goro scowled.
You dropped your tunic then pulled up your underclothes, revealing your breasts to him. His eyes widened and he held his breath in anticipation. His fists grabbed tightly around both of his shafts.
“Have you had many humans?” You said with a smirk.
He sneered at you. “Does it matter?”
“No,” you chuckled. “Just wondering what experience you have in pleasuring them.” You stood naked before him then, stroking your hand down your belly and towards your loins.
Goro’s long, dark tongue traveled across his lips. “A sailor here, a sailor there.” He then grinned. “What experience do you have in pleasuring merfolk?”
Smirking, you put your hands upon your hips. “None.”
“Then I guess I’m taking the lead, just to make sure we both have fun.” He held his hand out to you. “Come here. Now!”
“Demanding.” You crawled into his lap, kissing him softly before his teeth came out. He bit your lip, your chin, your neck. He lowered his head down, biting upon the soft flesh of your breasts before breathing upon your nipple. He bit it then nuzzled between your soft bosom.
“I love these,” he moaned. “We don’t have these below the waves.”
His cocks were grinding up against your ass, slippery, extremely hard. They throbbed as his mouth sunk over a breast, suckling the nipple and playing with it on his tongue. You whimpered, grasping his head as the sensations radiated through your body.
Goro chuckled as his fingers went between your cheeks and to your mound. “Wet already.” He rolled you over, hiking your hips up into the air. “Fuck,” he growled, spreading you out and watching you. “Don’t have these either.” His cocks slid up your thigh, rubbing against you until one slipped along your cunt.
“Then what do you have?” You moaned.
“I don’t want to talk about that now. I don’t even want to talk.” The pressure at your entrance, the slight tension of him hesitating. “I want to know how warm you are.” He was inside, deep and hard. He felt like a toy made of glass you once had.
Goro quivered, holding his breath as he lingered inside. He seemed to be memorizing and studying you.
“Goro?” You wanted to make sure he was still with you.
“Just a second,” he whined. “This is why I love humans,” he said in jubilation. He began to move, bucking, thrusting. You cried out, grasping tight onto the sheets. He rammed harder into you, deeper than anyone had reached. He was snarling, growling. He then bit onto your neck, snarling and licking. The sharpness of his teeth added to your pleasure deeply.
“So good. So warm!” Goro cried out. “Wet! Wet!”
You were whimpering, trying to focus on just one sensation, but there were too many. Your head was spinning.
There came a moment where Goro pulled from you and tossed you over. He pressed his cock to your lips, making you suck him. “This is the secret,” he chuckled darkly. “Take it directly from the source.”
He filled your mouth and throat, he went deeper, making you almost choke. It was slightly sweet and very salty. He pulled out, letting his other cock spurt across your face and down your chest.
You swallowed, coughing from the sheer amount he left.
Goro chuckled, still stroking himself as he watched you below him. “Do you feel it yet?” He leaned over you, licking some of his cum from your cheek. His fingers sunk back into you, making you tremble.
There certainly was warmth. It started on your tongue and down your throat. Aches in your body seemed to fade away. There was a lightness to your limbs, a newness you hadn’t felt. There was a flare of energy you thought would take weeks to recover from your journey. Goro’s fingers found a spot inside you that made you cry out.
“There it is. Feel it?” He chuckled. He kept going until it was like you would levitate off the bed.
Even after all that, your stamina hadn’t faded. You laid with Goro, kissing and slowly rubbing together. He was inside you, moving at a purposefully slow pace. He was smirking, proud of his work.
“Taking my time now that I have you,” he whispered.
“It’s nice.” Your arms were wrapped around him.
“If you’d like, I bet I could fill one of your bottles over there so you can study it,” he teased.
You kissed him to make him go quiet. “I think I know where I can get it fresh when I need it.”
Goro chuckled proudly. “That’s not even the most potent thing about us. Mm-” he moaned and stilled to savor the deep unending feeling. “It’s everything about us. Our scales, our eyes, our bones. Generations of us supply this beach with it’s healing properties.”
“Then why not share?”
“We do! We allow you to use this beach.” His eyes fluttered as he moved again inside. “We use what we have now for us. I’m giving you this because I want you. During the spring, you might only receive it once.”
“Why?”
“Because, I have to help fertilize the clutches.” He kissed you softly. “Silly human.”
“So you’re a father?” You teased him.
He shrugged. “Not really. It’s a lot to explain. Right now, I just want to explore.”
Just in case ya'll were wondering from the title what a Nahual is, I'll go ahead and tell you. The Nahual is a Mesoamerican shapeshifter, better yet, a human who can shapeshift into their tonal animal. This one is a leopard!
Female Reader x Male Monster
It was early in the morning, but the darkness that seeped from outside felt eerie. The cold rain that pattered on the roof added to that somewhat spooky atmosphere as you turned on the coffee pot.
“Man, this rain is starting to be a bit much,” you grumbled under your breath. You stepped away as the coffee pot started up, making all the dramatic bubbly noises of something twenty years past its prime.
You turned on the lights for your office, stepping barefoot into the workspace to get the computers up and running so they weren’t molasses slow when you had to get to work. You yawned loudly, scratching the back of your neck then looking back towards the calendar on the wall. The dry erase board held a rainbow of colors, each signifying due dates and upcoming events. You then saw a few marks on the board you didn’t recognize and walked up closer to get a good look.
They were doodles of you, looking like some ancient wall art of an angry volcano deity. The only reason you knew it was you was because the hair was green and curly.
“Fucking Rain,” you grumbled under your breath. “I do not look like that.” You smeared away one of the doodles with your thumb then stomped back into the kitchen. “He wants angry I’ll show him fucking angry,” you continued to fumed through clenched teeth.
Coffee would help, coffee would soothe the spite. Mostly anyways.
Outside was less dark, becoming a more purple grey as the sun tried its hardest to come out. You sighed heavily, gazing out the picture window over the sink as you tapped the spoon against your coffee mug.
“Meg’s shop is the main thing today,” you murmured to yourself. “And the blog needs updating.” Your eyes looked towards the back wall of the kitchen where a slew of family portraits were hung. You focused on the one of your grandmother and smiled.
“Another day, another dollar, eh abuela?” From the corner of your eye you saw car lights come up to the driveway. You hurried back into the office space just as the door there opened.
“You’re early,” you huffed.
Rain stepped in, running his hand over the top of his head to knock away the rain. “And you’re not dressed.” His short fur smoothed back into place, but the dark patches shifted and moved before returning to their leopard pattern.
Your mismatched pajamas were not your concern. “If you’re here early it must mean you’re eager to work.”
Rain held up a plastic bag holding large white containers. “I brought breakfast, that’s what it means.”
You eyed him with suspicion. “Breakfast? From where?”
Rain walked forward, his tail twitching behind him. “That little place inside the gas station. You know, by that tire place with the bad pun name.”
You led him into the kitchen. “I’ve heard it's good. But they run out so fast most days. How’d you get a plate?”
Rain smirked. “I found out on rainy days they get a touch less of a crowd.” He set the tied bag down onto the tiny breakfast nook table. “I knew it’d be raining today, so I got up early.”
You were still looking at him with an air of suspicion.
Rain noticed, taking offense in a dramatic way. He gasped and clutched imaginary pearls. “What? I can be a good boyfriend!”
“I know you can,” you murmured. “But you never want to get up early. I get that. We have very different schedules.” You stepped up to him, poking your finger into his chest. “But you knew I would see those doodles.”
His wide eyed slack jawed stare turned into a smarmy smirk right away. “I was hoping you wouldn’t see them until after a good meal.”
You scoffed. “I look nothing like that.”
“You did after that call with Mrs. Hillary.” He put his fingers into your hair at the nape of your neck. He held your hair out so it stood on end. “You were storming around talking under your breath like Donald Duck.”
You shook him away and brushed back your curls. “She fakes that accent. I know she does!” You then sighed and scratched at your scalp. “But you made me look like some gremlin volcano deity.”
“That’s why I fell in love with you though,” he teased. His tail flickered behind him as he eased down, angling for a kiss.
You scoffed, giving in to his kiss. “Good morning I guess,” you mumbled.
Rain chuckled, ripping open the plastic bag. “I’ll handle Mrs. Hillary if she calls today. You focus on that jewelry thing.”
“It’s a shop.” You sat down and opened one of the containers, sighing with relief at the sight of the authentically cooked food inside. The tamales looked extra appealing. “I haven’t had good tamales since Abuela’s-” the word hung in the back of your throat.
Rain patted your back. “I thought you’d enjoy that.”
You started removing the corn husk immediately. “But yes. I’d like [it] if you could handle calls today. I also need you to do those blog spots.”
“I know.” Rain leaned back in his seat. His t-shirt looked a bit tight.
You pointed to the obvious strain on the fabric. “Are you wearing your little brother’s clothes again?”
Rain tugged on the shirt. “Maybe.” He sat up and the shirt ruched up over his belly. “I was in such a hurry this morning. Didn’t exactly pay attention to what I grabbed out of the laundry basket.” he started to take the shirt off.
“What are you doing?” You scoffed.
“Don’t I have some clothes here?” He asked with a smug smile on his face. “I don’t want you getting distracted by my breasts in this tight t-shirt.”
You just glared at him.
“Those eyes make me feel-” he sucked in a breath through his sharp teeth, “-filthy.”
You pointed towards the bedroom and Rain laughed all the way.
Glancing back at the wall of pictures you nodded to your Abuela. “I don’t know why we both like him so much either. But there he is.” You continued to eat until Rain came back out, buttoning up a flannel.
“I think I have more clothes here than at the apartment.” His necklace dangled out of his shirt. The silver jaguar charm caught the light, and the ruby red eye seemed to glare exceptionally bright, but the rest of the body seemed dull and tarnished.
“When’s the last time you polished that?” You asked.
Rain put his hand down over his crotch.
“Stop it!” You snapped at him. “You know I meant your totem.”
“I like the aged look.” He smoothed down the flannel and tucked the necklace inside. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
You scoffed and returned to your plate. “So can you handle those blog posts today or not?”
“I can. I made outlines yesterday if you want to approve them.” He sounded professional despite his earlier japes.
“No, I’ve got enough to do with this shop and Mrs. Hillary’s bullcrap,” you grumbled.
Rain sighed. “That’s going to be a project and a half.”
“They always are when she’s involved. I don’t know why she keeps using us when it seems like she doesn’t like us.” You stabbed at your food in the box then set it down once you caught yourself.
Rain was quiet for a long spell. His dark eyes focused onto his food, but they appeared to be gazing beyond it to something else. He looked up at you, giving you a once over look before licking at his chops. “You know, before we start working on her bullshit again, I suggest we take a break. Maybe camping.”
You looked outside at the rain still falling. “Not this weekend. And she’s our next main project, so I doubt we can break before that.”
He just smirked. “I bet by this weekend it will be nice.”
Furrowing your brow you looked into his eyes. “I’ve seen the weather reports, Rain. It’s rain until next week.”
“I’m the only Raina round here that matters,” he said with a grin.
You covered your mouth while you let out a laugh. “Alright. If there is no rain this weekend we can take a hike or something.”
Rain clicked his tongue. “No, no. I want steaks since you seem so sure of yourself and the weather report.” He tapped his finger onto the tabletop. “If it stops raining, then I don’t just want a camping trip. I want one of our special runs.”
Every hair on your body bristled. “A run?”
Rain nodded his head, his ears slicking back deviously. “We haven't done one in a while. And I feel a need to stretch my legs. It’s been building up for a while.”
You pursed your lips together. Not that you didn’t like having ‘a run’ but it needed a certain mood you hadn’t been in since you abuela passed. You looked back into his eyes, playful, seductive, and a little mean.
Dropping your shoulders you let out a big sigh. “Okay, fine. If it stops raining, and the sun comes back out, we’ll do a run. Like old times.”
A large grin began to grow across his face, showing off the sharpness of his teeth. “Are you sure?”
You thought again for a moment. It had been a while, so it might be fun. Then again, it’s been a while so you might be out of shape for it. You sighed and nodded. “Yes. I’m sure.”
Rain clapped his hands together. “Wonderful. Then it’s a date.”
You watched him with a weary glance, but you had seen the weather patterns on TV and there was no way the rin was going to stop anytime soon.
You finished eating breakfast and changed into clothes for the day. Both you and Rain got to work, getting everything in order for the day before diving head first into it. The shop you’re working on is fairly easy, you’ve done similar things over a dozen times. But it's the meticulous part of adding everything and double checking images and fonts that always takes the longest part.
The phone rang and you bristled, first looking at the work phone then turning to Rain who looked up wearily from his computer.
“I suppose that’s Mrs. Hillary,” he sighed before standing. He took the phone, stepping away as he answered it.
“Forest Marketing, how may I help you?” He went off into the kitchen. “Oh! Mrs. Hillary, bonjourno,” his voice grew more distant the further he got.
You leaned back into your chair, cracking your knuckles before tucking them behind your head. The room is quiet, save for soft music coming from Rain’s side of the office. You can hear cars driving outside. The office had once been a garage, so one side of the walls was quite thin.
“What time is it?” You mumbled under your breath. You took out your phone, using time as an excuse to take a break and mindlessly scroll. You caught sight of the weather widget, seeing it said bright and sunny. “No,” you mumble under your breath. “No.” You got up, going over to the window and pushing back the curtain.
Sure enough, the rain had stopped.
“How’d he do that?”
“Yes, Mr.s Hillary, I promise, we always give you our best effort don’t we?” Rain’s voice came back into focus and you turned to see him leaning in the doorway, a knowing smile directed at you.
You rolled your eyes at him and nodded. So it was decided, that week, you two would go on a run.
The two of you were used to camping. Hiking was how you met years ago, starting out as friends before deciding to date. Packing was never hard, you had equipment at the ready. Driving down to your favorite campground was one of your favorite things. You could remember going camping with your grandparents as a child, how your abuela would sing the whole trip since their car’s radio was dead.
The rain made the foliage look lush and dark, looking off through the leaves made your stomach flop in excitement.
“Good thing it rained. I won’t be so scared of having a fire going,” Rain murmured.
“That’s what I was just thinking.” You leaned back into your seat. “The ground will be pretty soft too.”
Rain smirked. “It’s been a while. I wonder if we remember how to do it.”
“You know what you’re doing.” You cut your eyes at him. “Wild animals rarely forget they’re wild.”
He broke out into a small laugh. “Yes. I suppose you’re right.” he reached out, placing his palm upon your hand. The black markings on his body, at first glance, looked like regular leopard print. But the closer look you got, the more detail you saw, and you could see the old tattoos that his father had given him. You brushed your fingers along these markings and Rain shivered.
“Remember how we first met out here?” He asked.
“You had fallen into the river, and me and my friends caught you naked as you tried to dry your clothes,” you giggled.
“I still think of it fondly.”
You squeezed his hand. “You used to be a show off before we started dating.”
“I didn’t need to stick around for someone back then. I could be crazy and do stupid stuff on the trail.” his smile went soft. “Now I have you.”
That did make your heart leap a little bit. “You just didn’t wanna get fussed at that.”
He snorted. “Maybe a little of that too.”
You parked and then registered at the Ranger’s station, paying a small fee for a camping spot. They gave the safety spiel they always did and then you and Rain were off into the woods, hauling all your equipment on your back, to find a spot to make camp.
“The rain really made this place seem bigger, didn’t it?” Rain remarked. “It feels…fuller. Livelier.”
The chorus of birds helped with that too, giving the trail a pulse as you walked. “Amazing what water can do.”
Rain laughed. “Wait until you get your needed Rain.”
You just glared at him.
He threw back his head and laughed, continuing down the path. There was a worn trail off the path, one hikers took to find camping spots. There was a bit of a steep hill, so campers, ages ago, had put up some rope to serve as a balance.
“Right or left?” Rain asked at the bottom.
“Which way did we go last time?”
Rain thought for a long moment. His tail twitched and he rubbed his totem between his fingers. “It’s been a while. I can’t quite recall.” he stepped out a little, looking both ways.
“Left then,” you said, taking the lead.
“What made you pick left?” he asked.
You turned back and smiled. “Because you looked left first.”
His expression went a bit slack and his tail fluffed up. You got him. That brought a sirk to your face.
“Now c’mon, lets go and find a spot so we can set up and chill out a bit.” You walked ahead, pride swelling your chest just a bit.
Once you both agreed on a spot it was a blur of set up. Once the tent was up Rain put together a firepit while you collected some sticks from around the area. As soon as the fire was lit, there was a calm that settled upon you, and you relaxed in one of the chairs.
“Not too shabby,” Rain dusted his hands. “Especially since we're out of the habit.” He took the seat next to you and leaned back. He checked his watch, taking the band off and setting it in the cupholder of the chair. “Sundown isn’t for a bit.”
You sat up, checking your hair tucked under the bandana. “What’s a bit in terms of a unit of time?”
“A while.”
Your eyes sliced through Rain. “What’s a while?”
Rain caught your eye and licked his lips. “Long enough for you to have a good head start, darling.”
You gave a stretch as you stood up from the chair. You took in a deep breath and looked back at Rain who was holding out his totem necklace to you. You took it into your hand and slipped the necklace around your head.
“I’ll give you three minutes,” Rain groaned as he leaned back. Already you could see the change coming him. His tattoos were shifting, changing all over his body. There was a sharpness to his cheeks, his jaw. Even his hands were starting to looking bigger.
“Five minutes,” you countered.
He shrugged. “Okay. Five minutes. Use them wisely.”
You walked ahead. “See you when I see you.” As soon as you reached the worn path you took off running, heading in one direction, then zigging into another.
Five minutes, you thought, I’ve got five minutes to get ahead of him. It had been a while since you last played this game, last raced and played, swatted at each other like Tom and Jerry, or whatever cartoon duo you wanted to call it.
You came across a stream and leapt over it, heading in an opposite direction then scurrying up an embankment.
“Three minutes,” you panted to yourself and wiped your brow. You went down the other side of the bank, landing in soft earth that would have been mud a day before. It did make walking across it difficult, but you wanted that to be the case as Rain gave chase.
Solid earth finally returned, and you dashed across a field before reaching a thicket of young trees. You weaved yourself through them and after a few moments the hairs on the back of your neck bristled.
“Times up,” you whispered. You looked back, hearing a roar coming from the distance. You pushed yourself forward, coming to a rock wall. You slid your hand along it, finding a dropoff where bamboo was growing from below. You looked around, weighing your options before turning back. You went through the young trees, cutting down towards the bamboo. As you set your feet down from the ledge. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up again, you looked behind you where a presence made your skin crawl. Shining eyes gazed from a hill above you.
“Shit!” You broke into the bamboo without a second thought and Rain gave chase. Shuffling down the hill.
“You made that too easy! You really are out of practice!” Rain gloated.
“Ha ha I’m so smart,” you mocked him. You slipped through the bamboo, coming towards the rock wall again. Your heart was pounding, you wanted to get back ahead of him and out of reach again. You found a place in the rocks to hide and ducked there, waiting and listening.
Rain’s roar broke through the quiet of the forest and you rolled your eyes. “He’s going to get us in trouble if he keeps that up.” You shuffled aside, placing your hand upon the cold ground. The light from your watch shined down, revealing a hidden path between the rocks.
You slipped down it, finding it dipped down into a wide cave where an underground pool lapped calmly at the gravely shore. “Oh wow,” you whispered. You took a flashlight from your pocket, setting it down between rocks to look around. It was cold, and there didn’t seem to be much to see.
“You cornered yourself.”
Your heart leapt up into your throat and you whipped around, pointing the light at the giant creature in the entrance.
“Maybe I should have asked for ten minutes,” you breathed.
Rain chuckled as she slipped down, his body becoming long before turning back into a hulking creature on four legs. “Maybe. But I think I’m far too hungry for it to matter.”
You backed up into the wall, swallowing as you took in his shape. The shadows wrapped around him, making him an even more imposing figure. “Hungry? Is that what you’re calling it?”
Rain rose up on two legs and pinned you against the wall. He took your hand in one of his massive paws and guided it down, having you touch him where he was hard and throbbing. “I’m not as disciplined as I used to be” he snarled.
“I can feel that.” You gripped your hand around him, stroking his cock. He shivered and growled, pressing in closer to you. He was hot to the touch, but the rock while behind you was ice cold in comparison.
“That it,” Rain moaned. “Good-ah-good girl.”
You bit your bottom lip to that. “Since when?”
Rain pushed you down to the ground, laying you on your stomach while he laid over top of you. “I can’t remember.” He made quick work of you pants, pulling them off then lifting your ass into the air. He rutted against you, taking pleasure in keeping you down while he found some relief to the ache.
“Shit.” Your body responded in kind. Reacting to his force, his desire. Wetness began to seep between your lips the more Rain touched and ground against you.
“I smell that,” Rain purred. “Yes. Fuck!” His cock prodded, going to your thighs before the tip found purchase in wetness. “Oh-” his moan crackled.
You wriggled, managing to prop up onto your arms. Rain’s arm slipped into that free space, grabbing your breasts through your top. “I want to kiss every freckle on your body,” he growled into your ear. “I want to bite where they are darkest.” His mouth slipped around your neck, biting down until your eyes rolled from the sensation.
He pushed up your top, grabbing hold of bare skin and teasing your nipple. His cock slid between your thighs, rubbing up against you, threatening to penetrate but always pulling away at the last second. It drove you batty!
Rain grabbed at the totem around your neck, holding it so the necklace tightened around your neck. He kissed the totem, releasing it then going still above you. You closed your eyes as he ripped off your shirt, tossing the scraps aside before petting down your bare back. His thick cock was twitching at your entrance, matching the rhythm of his breathing.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re mine.”
You held your breath as he pushed deep inside, spreading your walls then hitting into the back where he fit snugly. You whimpered, gripping onto rocks as your own wetness spilled.
Rain kissed up your back before breathing upon the nape of your neck. “This is it,” he whispered, “to the death?”
“To the death,” you moaned in reply.
His body seized for a moment before he grabbed hold and started to move, rattling you, shaking you. He moved your body like his own plaything, but you enjoyed it. His hands, his teeth, his rough tongue were all yours anyways, he just got to lose control for a bit.
The coolness of the cave was a relief. Even as Rain wrapped his body around you, purring against your breasts, you weren’t overheated. In fact, you felt you could go on forever.
Rain shuddered, raising up and gazing down into your eyes. He purred louder, cupping your cheek in his large hand.
“What is it?” You murmured.
“Can’t I just look?” He drag his hands down your body and a soft sigh escaped his lips. “All I want to do is look for a second.”
You sifted, sitting up and giving him a kiss. “You can look at me anytime.”
“I know.” he chuckled. “I just-”
You smirked, knowing what he was getting at. You took him into your arms, holding him tight against you. His body was warm, his fur was silky to the touch. He squeezed your back, burying his face into your green curls. It had been so long you had forgotten how much you both needed this. His gentle purrs vibrated down your body, and you let out a soft laugh.
“What?” Rain murmured.
“Nothing,” you cooed. “Just thinking how nice this is.” You leaned back to look into his eyes. “Maybe we can do it again tomorrow.”
Rain’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “I’d like that.” He snuggle up close again. “To practice.”
A former courtesan has carved out a new life for herself. Her past in the dangerous parts of the Ruby Empire are far behind her. That is, until a familiar shadow in her door returns, seeking asylum and healing from her tender touch.
Female Reader x Male Monster
It had been windy and overcast all day. Dark clouds hung upon the horizon while pale gray covered the sun overhead. It was no surprise to you when it started raining. The area cleared out, no one was on the road outside, and everything was veiled in fog. It gave the sense of abandonment, but really, the lights inside houses reassured you there was still life about.
Despite the feeling of nothing to do that rain brought about, you set about some busy work that would help the day go faster tomorrow. You took out the large blocks of soap and set about cutting them. You were so used to the scent you never noticed it much. But as that taut string sliced through the bars, you got whiffs of the fragrant perfumes and oils within the bar.
“Maybe some tea would be nice,” you murmured to yourself after slicing up the first bar. You took off your proactive gloves and went over towards the stove. You were gathering up the kettle to fill with water when you heard something outside.
There was a loud shuffling, and then it sounded like the chickens next door were extremely spooked. You set the kettle aside, and moved about to the window that overlooked your neighbor’s backyard. The chickens were frazzled, vanishing into their coop while something dragged around the side of the house.
You frowned as you walked away from the window. “To hell with this.” You got upon a stepstool, reaching up behind the stovepipe where you had hidden an old tool of yours, one you used before soapmaking. You checked the blade of the dagger, pleased it was still sharp.
“Not needed your ro quite the while. And hopefully I won’t now, but no sense in playing it stupid.” You were getting down off the stepstool when there was a loud banging upon your door.
You stood stiff and stuff the dagger into a hidden pocket on your skirt. “Who goes there?” You called out.
There was another loud banging.
“I don’t answer my door for just that.” You approached the door, keeping your breath steady as you waited for a response. “Who goes there?”
There was silence with the sound of rain. The soft pelting of droplets on the muddy earth outside. You then heard breathing, labored breathing.
“Let me in Pocket,” a voice outside snarled. “Or I’ll bust down this door.”
Every hair on your body stood on end. You knew that voice well, but only one person ever called you that name.
“What are you doing here, Rhys?” You said after a moment of tongue-tied shock.
He let out a very effortful laugh. “Can’t a bloke come see an old friend.”
“We were never such a thing.”
“Please,” his breath squeezed tight. “Let me in.”
You cracked the door a smidge, keeping the chain locked. Immediately, you saw the cut upon his face and his swollen eye. “What happened to you?”
“Something bad enough to bring me here.”
You opened the door and Rhys all but fell upon you. He stumbled, catching himself upon the doorframe. He shuffled in, using your shoulder as support before he collapsed to his knees upon the ground. The great lizard that he was looked so small and helpless.
“Criminy, Rhys!” You cried out. You rushed to the kitchen, fetching a clean cloth to mop him up. But by the time you had gotten back he was laid unconscious upon the floor. You let out an exasperated sigh. Who had once been your worst enemy was now seeking sanctuary in your home.
It took a lot of effort, but you managed to get Rhys into your bedroom and upon your bed. His tail hung off the side, striped black and green until the tip where it was dark purple.
You cleaned him up and treated his wounds, of which there were many. “Finally found a fight you couldn’t get out of, eh?” You looked over his sleeping face then double checked he was breathing. “Who’d you try to rob this time?” You snipped at him. “You were always overzealous. I’m not surprised really.” You were wrapping up his hand, which felt a bit strange upon touching. His knuckles were split and bleeding, he either hit a wall or someone twice as scaly and spikey as he was.
“I am surprised to see you here though. I thought once I left the thieves guild, I’d never see you again.” You set back once you were done with him, remarking at how much bulkier he had gotten since the last time you saw him. Then again it could be swelling, you thought.
You left him to rest, checking occasionally to make sure he was still breathing and had a pulse. You fell asleep in your big chair that night, lulled by the sound of rain or else you probably would have stayed awake all night.
In the morning, sun from the window hit your eyes, warming your face until you woke from the heat. You scoffed as you got up, picking your dagger up from the side table to put back into place. You peeked into the bedroom, seeing Rhys tail twitch.
“Not dead yet,” you murmured. You put the bagger back into it’s hiding place and got the kettle ready. You then went out the back, going to your neighbor Allie’s door.
“Here for eggs?” She asked with a chipper tone.
You held out your basket. “If you don’t mind.” You followed her inside where she took your basket and began filling it.
“I thought I heard something last night,” Allie said. “My chickens were acting odd, so I came out to check, I thought I heard you talking to someone.”
You sighed. “Yes, unfortunately, someone from my past showed up at my door last night. He’s passed out right now.”
She stopped and stared at you. “Are you alright? Do I need to send odd over?”
“No, no. No need to send him in. I’m not worried about it anyways. He’s a piece of shit but he does have some honor to him.” You shrugged. “But I wouldn’t be pressed if you kept a check on things.”
Your neighbor nodded with determination. “I will, I promise!” She then leaned in close and whispered. “Is he from…you know?”
You smiled at her. “Yes, he’s a thief like I was once. The goddess knows why he is here,” you laughed.
“You can handle him if he does try anything, right?”
“I may be rusty, but I think I can handle him in the state he’s in. Thanks for the eggs. I’ll bring you some new soap when it’s ready.” You went back home, taking the eggs into the kitchen.
Breakfast was long over, and you were working on getting soaps ready to take into town to sell to the shops. You were wrapping bars when you heard a loud thud and string of foreign cuss words.
You washed off your hands then went to the bedroom here Rhys was crumpled upon the floor. “You honestly think you can walk in your state?”
“I got all the way here didn’t I?” Rhy moaned weakly from the floor.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes before you knelt down and helped him back up onto the bed. “Stupid hurts.”
“You would know,” he growled as he eased back down upon the bed. Another long string of foreign expletives flowed from his mouth.
You pushed up the pillows so he could lounge back against the headboard. “You need to rest. You’ve never had a beating like this. Speaking of which-”
Rhys turned his head away and grunted. “Shut your trying lips. It’s none of your business.”
You glared down at him, trying to burn a hole through his skull with just a look. “When you show up to my house like this, I would say it is!”
He squinted his gray eyes up at you. “It’s nothing important, Pocket. Once I’m healed up in a day or two, I’ll be gone, and you can pretend this was all a dream.”
“A dream? You showing up is no dream of mine! Now you fess up to your crimes Rhys or I’ll start poking you with the fireplace poker!”
Rhys squirmed, wincing from the sudden movement. “You lay one hand upon me-”
I placed my hands upon my hips and gave him a look. “And what?”
Rhys grew quiet, but his kept his eyes upon you. He finally scoffed. “Not worth it anyways. You never were.”
You rolled your eyes again. “So what are you doing here?”
“Nothing personal really. Just knew I could hide here and it wouldn’t be nothing,” he grunted. “What else can you do when you’ve got nowhere else to go?”
“Nowhere else? You do realize you’re a long way from Slytsall.”
“You are,” he snarled.
Shaking your head you took a deep breath. “Why did you come here? Why me? Tell me that and I might be kind to you.”
“Might be?” He let out a laugh and wrapped his arm against his chest. “Fine. I’ll tell you.” He let out a pained breath. “Guess I’ve not made many friends lately. Not the Slystall is full of them anyways. The place has gotten bad since you left. Ever since that centaur guy has been trying his shit, more and more have been slithering their way in.” He turned his head back towards you, only able to look at you with one eye. “Made some bad connections. There’s no loyalty these days.”
You just gave him a look.
“Don’t do that. Don’t think the way I know you’re thinking,” he huffed. “It doesn’t matter what happened. Only place I figured I could go to was you.”
You furrowed your brow. “How did you even know where I was?”
“Manka knew. She told me once.”
You scoffed. “Knew I shouldn’t have sent her any soap.”
“Forget about Manka. I haven’t told a soul, because I knew I’d need you one day.”
You balked and glared at him. “Need me?” You snapped. “Need me?”
“Look, don’t get testy.” Rhys held up a hand in defense but you smacked his arm anyways.
I stomped away from the bed, pacing before the door. “After all the shit you pulled. After everything that went down in Slystall, you think you still have the right to need me?”
Rhys sat up in bed with a great deal of effort. “I didn’t want to die, Pocket! Do you want me to die?”
You stopped pacing and storming about to look at him. “You just get better and you never have to need me again.” You stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door so hard it bounced off the frame and wiggled.
You went back to your workshop, cussing and muttering as you tried to wrap the soap. But you were so worked up you kept messing up the paper and the precise way you needed to fold it.
There was a knock and Allie came in through the back. “Hello, everything alright?” She looked around, as if expecting to see something. “I thought I heard yelling,” she whispered.
“It’s fine Allie,” you chuckled. “Just…” You let out a long, exasperated sigh. “We’re not exactly friends.”
“What are you exactly?” Allie asked, tilting her head to the side.
You scratched at your scalp and combed your fingers through your hair. The aggravation was making you itch all over. “Complicated.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, this sounds like gossip,” she giggled.
You made a face at her then shook your head. “My past back in Slystall is very connected to him.”
“Were you lovers?” Allie asked with excitement.
You flinched and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. “What? No. Kind of- eh!” You waved your arms out. “It’s complicated, like I said!”
Allie pursed her mouth and crooked it to the side. “Was he a frequent customer of yours?”
You may have been too open with Allie one night over some ale. “When he paid.” You then waved your hand to blow it off. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Bad blood happened, and bad blood it will remain.”
Allie made a sound as you turned away to deal with your work. “What was that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know if it stays that way. I think bad temper remains bad temper. Unless what he did was really, really bad.”
You slammed down a bar of soap and dented it upon the table. “He stole from me. Clients, Money. Clothing. You name it!”
“Food. Jewelry. Patience!” Rhys shouted from the bedroom.
You scowled and slammed shut the door to your workspace.
“Is he nice?” Allie teased.
You huffed, wiping your hands down the front of your apron. “Don’t meet him. Don’t ever talk to him! He’s a charmer, and that’s the problem.”
The next few days went by as irritatingly as you expected. By the end of the week Rhys was able to get up and move about the house, but much more else caused him pain and he exhausted easily. He continued to pester, to poke, to start arguments with you. Although, you admitted to yourself more than one you were also the instigator there.
Ages ago, back when you were both young, it could have been a different story. You were both members of a thieves guild in the village of Slystall. You worked within the Red District, while Rhys was often tasked with bigger game, shipments from Obresh, royal entourages, bigger scams in cities. It was once a good place, even if Slystall was the lowest of the low. You had liked your time there.
It was late in the afternoon one day, you were coming from from delivering soaps to the shops when you caught Rhys in your work room. You set down your basket and took off your coat. You kept your savings in a hollowed out book that you kept in your pocket. If you didn’t make a move for it, he wouldn’t notice.
“What are you doing here?” You grumbled. “This is my workshop, not for the likes of you.”
Rhys was sniffing a bar of soap. “This place smelled so strong, I was wondering.” He raised the bar to his nose again. “It’s nice.”
You snatched the bar from him and placed it back on the shelf. “It’s still curing. I make that with lye, you know. Wash your hands.”
Rhys chuckled, wiping his hand along his ripped shirt. “When did you start this?”
“When I started minding my own business.” You looked him over, noting his torn, filthy clothes, as well as his hulking appearance. “I can get you some clean clothes.”
“What? Are these not good enough?” He then smirked. “If i didn’t know better, I’d say you got some sort of kick taking care of me.”
You bit down on your tongue and held your breath in for a moment.
“You like that little bit of power you hold.” He smirked as you looked at him, it grew into a grin even as your scowl turned ugly.
“Why don’t you just hush for a while?” I suggested. “Go lay down. Take a nap.”
“I’m feeling pretty good right now, why would I ever waste it?” He looked around the room with that same smile. “Besides, this room is quite-” he took in a very deep breath, “-relaxing,” he let out that breath.
“This is my work space, not a spa.” You scolded him. “Now get out. There’s lye and all sorts of things I could hurt you with in this room. Go on, get.” You took him by the arm, leading him towards the door.
Rhys took your hand, holding it as he stepped into the doorway. “You keep being so nice to me, Pocket, I might never leave.” He winked as he kissed your knuckles. “You know I love it when you threaten me.”
You frown deepened and you narrowed your eyes upon him. “You didn’t seem to like it so much last time I was in Slystall.”
“Because you were serious then.” He kissed your hand again.
You yanked your hand away and wiped it upon your apron. “What happened then? Are you ever going to tell me what sent you here.”
“A job gone bad, obviously,” he sniffed. “Trusted the wrong group.”
You sighed. “You wouldn’t have run away if that was the case. Out with it, Rhys. You’ve been here long enough to tell me honestly.”
Rhys shifted, kicking the ground then twisting his tail so it wrapped around his waist. “I told you things had changed in Slystall. Surely Manka has told you something in her letters.”
“I know the distracts have separated. The Red Light district is it’s own, the Hollow Street is it’s own,” you murmured. “But Manka doesn’t tell me everything. If she’s comfortable, she’s not going to blow it.”
Rhys scoffed. “That cohesion is missed. But more than that, the districts are on the brink of war. The reason I came here is linked to that.”
A bristle rolled down the back of your neck into your spine. I watched Rhys closely, noting the shift of his eyes and the way he fidgeted with his tail. “Don’t tell me you actually stood up for something.”
“And what if I did?” Rhys sniffed, his nostrils flaring. His lip curled up, showing his sharp teeth. “What if I did something worth being proud of, huh?”
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Just tell me what happened!”
Rhys snarled, whipping out his tail then stiffening his back to stand taller. “They wanted to take over the Red Light district, and I told ‘em no.”
Your stomach dropped. “Are these guys idiots?”
“No, that’s part of the problem too. The girls are on high alert due to all of this. They’re strong and have greater numbers, but they’ve done rash things recently.” He shook his head and looked away from you. “But they don’t deserve what was on the table.”
A lump grew in your throat. You were actually touched by this. You swallowed, trying to keep these feelings at bay. “You protected them?”
“Warned them, got them ready.” He smirked and glanced back at you briefly. “My traitorous ways were found out and they took me on a heist that was designed to be the end of me. Luckily they didn’t know I am too stupid to die.”
You chuckled and shook your head. “You could have told me this. I would have been nicer if you did.”
Rhys’ gaze turned to steel and there was a glint that made your heart pound. “It’s not your world anymore, Pocket. I didn’t want you worrying. You’re doing what some of us aren’t brave enough to even attempt.”
You stiffened your jaw. “I’m not ashamed of my past, Rhys. I still care about Slystall to an extent.”
He smiled again. “Why do you think I’m here?”
That evening, as you were getting ready for bed, Rhys stood int he doorway, watching you put down your bedroll before the fireplace. “Why not come to bed?”
“You’re using it,” you murmured.
Rhys looked back into your bedroom then back at you. “Unlike popular opinion, I can be good at sharing.”
You gave him a sharp look.
“We used to all the time, Pocket.” Rhys stepped out into the room. “Remember? We had many good nights together. Lots of lovely mornings.”
You scoffed. “Yes, well, that was when I was in the Red Light district. I’m not that girl anymore, Rhys.”
He came and stood over you. “Not asking you to be, Pocket.” He held his hand out to you. “Maybe I just want to remember something. Maybe I miss you.”
You looked at his black palm then up at him. His green scales seemed almost yellow in the light of the fire. “Just sleeping.” You took his hand. “My hips are bothering me sleeping on the bedroll.”
Rhys chuckled. “I remember when I-”
You grabbed his hand and pinched his palm. “That’s enough.”
It was nice to be in your bed again, even if there was a giant, scaly man asleep next to you. You laid there, unable to shake an image of the past from your mind. You kept close to the wall, hugging it to try and keep from touching Rhys. He was so big though he took up the biggest chunk of mattress.
“Why don’t you just get comfortable?” He chuckled.
You huffed, hoping he had been asleep all this time. “I am comfortable.”
“No you’re not.”
You rolled over to face him. Even in the dark you could make out his smug smile. “Just worry about yourself and go to sleep.”
Rhys laughed again. “I have a gorgeous woman next to me. How do you expect me to do that?”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll kick you out of bed.”
Rhys rolled onto his side, both of you were laying face to face. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He laughed. “It’s been a long time. Sorry, I’m a bit nervous.”
“For what? We’re both just trying to go to sleep. So let’s agree to do that and we’ll all be golden. Right?” You adjusted your leg under the covers and brushed up against Rhys’. You jerked back and both of you had a chuckle.
“Maybe I am thinking a bit too much about- something else.” You muttered.
“Yeah. For a long time all we did in a bed was-” Rhys stopped and laughed nervously again. “Well, you know. We sot of trained of bodies to-”
“Yeah,” you interrupted.
“I messed up,” he murmured. “I never stopped kicking myself for what I did.”
“Good,” you huffed.
You both fell into silence once again. You laid there, trying to make yourself sleep but it would never come. Old memories resurfaced, bubbling up in every corner of your mind to where you couldn’t think of anything else. Your body responded in kind, warming and stewing as those old feelings had been inching ever so slowly close towards the surface again.
“Pocket,” his voice whispered through the shadows.
“Be quiet.” You lunged forward, kissing him and bringing your body into his. He took old of you, kissing back and moving his hands down your body.
“Careful,” he whimpered.
“I’ll be gentle.” You kissed him more, pressing close to his body, reaching down to find him already hard. “That was fast.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking,” he huffed.
You wouldn’t admit to your own nostalgic lingering, but you kept going. You turned him over, mounting him and rubbing yourself against him. You pulled up your nightgown as you grinded against him, feeling old flames renew all through your body. It had been so long, and yet you knew how he felt intimately still. His cock was quite thick, but that’s what you liked about it.
Rhys hands wrapped around your hips. “It’s been so long.”
“I said quiet,” you moaned. “Let me just do this.” You reached down, taking hold of his shaft, keeping it still as you placed yourself over the tip. You took him inside, sitting upon him and relishing this moment.
Rhys was straining to stay quiet, then again, he was always a talker. You began to move, moaning and whimpering. It had been a long time since you were last with Rhys, but it had been a long time having sex altogether. You took your time savoring him, being careful of the injuries that persisted. His hands tightened upon your hips, moving up to your waist then around your breasts.
“Oh, Pocket,” he whimpered.
“Yes,” you panted from effort. “Yes, feel me.” You leaned forward, going harder upon him. It wouldn’t be long now. You just needed to go harder. The night had a way of going on though, and your love making went on beyond that first daliance. Once the air had cooled, you went again, then again. Rhys found energy unlike you had ever seen before, and you took great delight in his stamina.
Come morning, you never heard the door open. You didn’t, at first, hear Allie calling out and asking if you wanted some eggs.
“Oops!” You heard her squeal and she ran out.
“What was that?” Rhys voice cracked.
“Our neighbor,” you muttered. “I told her to keep a check on me while you were here.” You rose up in bed and yawned. “I must have slept in.”
Rhys chuckled. “You earned it light night, Pocket.” His hand smoothed up your bare back. “Mmm. How I missed you.”
You gave him a sharp look, but it didn’t last. You smiled down upon him and your face turned rosy red.
Summary: Apparently, you're too old for your hobby. Bucky disagrees.
Word Count: Over 2k
Warnings: Purely self-indulgent, reader has kids, mention of fanfiction and anon hate, writer positivity, age positivity, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I had to this, okay? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You were sitting on the couch, scanning the words on your screen. You read them once. Twice. Part of you wanted to smile at the terrible grammar that dared to grace your inbox, and the rest of you was stunned by the sheer audacity of what you saw.
Screenshot. Blocked. Done.
Bucky walked in with a mug in his hand and took a seat beside you, which brought a small smile to your face. He liked being close. You were one of the only people he let into his personal space bubble.
“You okay?” he asked when you set your phone down. “You’re being quiet.”
“I’m quiet sometimes,” you tried to tease.
He tilted his head. “No, this is a different kind of quiet. Something happened,” he said because he knew you so well. “And I want to fix it.”
You smiled again. Of course, he wanted to fix it. That was the kind of man he was.
“Apparently, I’m too old to have hobbies,” you stated.
An adorably confused look crossed his face and you wanted to kiss him for being so cute. “You’re… what?”
“I got some anonymous ask on my blog basically telling me to stop posting fanfiction because I’m too old and I should do something my age,” you explained, showing him the screenshot.
Bucky stared at the screenshot, his fingers twitching before they curled into fists. He didn’t say anything. It didn’t even look like he was breathing.
The cold that filled his blue eyes told you he was about two seconds from somehow climbing into the internet and finding this person.
“And before you asked, I didn’t respond. I blocked them,” you explained, keeping the phone out of his reach. “They’re just trolling or trying to get a reaction.”
One of the wonderful things about your blog was that you could curate it for your own experience. If you didn’t want to respond to rude asks or messages, you didn’t have to. If you wanted to, you could. It was that simple.
A downside of the website was that some people seemed to forget to curate their own experiences, like simply unfollowing or blocking blogs and tags if they didn’t like, agree, or want to see them.
“I am reacting,” Bucky said in a quiet voice tinged with building rage.
“I noticed,” you said, not flinching when he set the mug down with a little more force than necessary and took a deep breath.
“That… is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot of stuff.”
You almost laughed, but he was dead serious.
“Does this…” He gestured to your phone and flexed his fingers again. “Askhole really thinks that there’s an expiration date on hobbies? Because there isn’t.”
You shifted and tucked your legs underneath you, giving him your full attention.
“That’s so fucking…” He let out a bitter laugh. “People collect baseball cards into their seventies. Eighties. They paint miniature trains. Build model airplanes. Knit. Garden. Fish. Hunt.”
“They do,” you agreed, running your fingers through his hair just because you could.
He closed his eyes at your touch before he continued. “People go to comic cons and cosplay. They play D&D. Video games.” His voice was starting to rise and your nails touched his scalp again. “And what about grown ass men paint their faces and spend entire weekends yelling at sports games?”
“You sound personally offended.”
He looked at you incredulously. “I am personally offended on your behalf.”
You snuck in a kiss because you couldn’t help yourself. You felt some of the anger leave his body when your lips touched. It meant a lot that he cared so much.
“Don’t distract me,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” you whispered back, smiling when you pulled away. “You just have very kissable lips.”
“So do you,” he said with a smile before he frowned. “But I’m still not happy because they’re acting like people writing stories is somehow less respectable because what? Other people read them online and not from a book?”
You shrugged a little. “It’s fanfiction,” you said softly.
He shrugged, too. “So?”
“So…” You tried to find the words. “Some people think it's an inferior form of writing and a waste of time.”
His brows pinched, something sad filling his eyes. “I think creating something that makes you happy is one of the most adult and superior things you could do.”
You were quiet for a moment. “Really?”
“Really.” He opened his arms for you to move close. “You have two kids who love and adore you and vice versa, and they’re busy with so many activities that you have a calendar to keep it all straight. You make sure they’re never without.”
Your heart swelled. Your babies. No matter how old they got, they would always be your babies. And you wanted them to thrive in life. That was one of the reasons you worked so hard to give them not just a nice home, but a loving one.
“You work 40 hours a week. Sometimes more,” he said, his lips brushing the top of your head. “You pour so much of yourself into that job and your teammates that it wears on you by the end of the week.”
Mist filled your eyes. You did put a lot into your job because your parents taught you the value of hard work. And as frustrating as growth in your job could be, there were perks to your job and you had a great team. That wasn’t easy to come by.
“And when you aren’t pouring yourself into the kids or work, you have a pretty amazing husband who always wants your attention,” he teased, tilting your chin up with a tender smile. “Seriously, I can’t keep my hands off you half the time.”
Heat filled your cheeks and a laugh bubbled up. It amazed you after so many years how your husband still wanted you. Still admired you. He was an amazing partner and father.
You couldn’t ask for anyone better.
“And when you aren’t dealing with a handy husband.” He smirked a little. “You’re paying bills, handling responsibilities, and checking on others. Online and offline.”
Your heart sank a little. Messages sometimes went unanswered. Asks got buried. Comments got late replies. Not on purpose. Never on purpose.
But you felt guilty just the same. It didn’t feel like enough some days. There wasn’t enough time. There wasn’t enough of you to go around.
“I try,” you said sadly.
“You do your best, and people see that,” he said proudly. “And after all that, you write.”
“Yeah.”
You wished you could write every single day. Life rarely gave you the opportunity to do so. You accepted that.
“I’m in fucking awe of you,” he said so seriously that your mouth fell open. “And not just you, but the community you all have online. They may not have your same kind of life or schedule, but they have their own struggles and they still find the time to create and share. You all help keep fandoms alive.”
Everyone had a life and a story to tell. Everyone had their hardships. That was one of the reasons so many of you gravitated to certain characters and communities. Life was tough enough. Building connections helped.
“I guess we do,” you said, much softer.
“Does that piece of shit askhole realize that your creations have touched people? Helped people?”
“I haven’t-”
He silenced you with a deep kiss, the words dying in your throat.
“Don’t you dare say that your writing hasn’t touched or helped at least one person because it has,” he said fiercely, cupping your cheek. “Fluff, smut, angst, soft, dark. There’s something for everyone.”
You did your best to provide a variety of stories, and you adored your readers. They were cheerleaders, supporters, and friends. You wanted them to feel loved and cared for. They deserved that.
“And some coward.” The word tasted bitter in his mouth. “Hiding behind a button doesn’t get to treat you like you don’t belong in your own space because of your age.”
Your eyes burned again. “Bucky…”
“Not to mention, you do this for free in the very limited free time you have.” He brushed his thumb along your cheek. “I’m glad you blocked them. You don’t need that trash in your inbox.”
“I’m glad, too.”
It wasn’t the sort of energy you needed in your space, and blocking them helped take your power back.
“And look at me? I’m over a hundred years old. I’m an old fucking man, and I still have hobbies.” He smiled when you snorted. “Like jumping out of planes.”
“You take after Steve,” you joked.
That beautiful man could be reckless in the best way.
“I like old records.”
“And we dance in the kitchen while listening to them.”
You always felt cherished when he held you close.
“I read,” he said, nodding to the chair where he usually sat to read.
“I should get you reading glasses,” you mused.
Even if he didn’t need them, he’d look sexy in them.
“I’m a science nerd,” he stated proudly.
“I still want to get your glasses.”
Because nerds were sexy as hell.
“I like fixing motorcycles.”
You sighed dreamily. “And you look good on your bike.”
Maybe he could take you for a ride later… in more ways than one.
“I bake with Sam’s nephews.”
You sighed again because the man looked good with kids. “They do love when you add extra chocolate chips to cookies.”
“Extra chocolate chips make it better.” He winked. “And I’m still saving the world every so often.”
You put your hand over his. “My hero.”
“So, if I can still have hobbies at my age, why can’t you?” he asked rhetorically. “If this person really thinks people should stop once they hit a certain, they’re going to live a sad life. If anything, people get better at their hobbies because they’re getting more experience which happens with age.”
You didn’t disagree.
“I don’t care if you’re in your twenties, thirties, forties, fifties, whatever age,” he promised you. “If it brings you joy? If you love it? Then don’t stop creating. Don’t stop writing your stories.”
You closed your eyes when he kissed your forehead. “Even the self-indulgent ones?”
He smiled against your skin. “Especially the self-indulgent ones.”
“Even if I write about other characters?”
“I’ll support you,” he promised.
“What if someone else says I’m still too old?” you asked.
“Then I’ll remind them, once again, that I’m over a hundred years old and they can get fucked.”
“You look very good for your age.” You giggled when he playfully growled and managed to grab your phone. “Hey!”
“You look very good for your age.” You giggled when he playfully growled and managed to grab your phone. “Hey!”
“Forget about them,” he ordered, tucking the device away. “And talk to me about one of the next ideas brewing in that beautiful brain of yours.”
An almost shy smile appeared on your face. Almost. He knew better.
“It might be better if I… show you.”
He leaned back against the cushion and helped you straddle him, his eyes dark as his hands settled on your hips. “I like the sound of that.”
You stopped him before he could pull you down for a kiss. “Bucky?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
You gazed at the man who brought so much light into your life. He helped you connect to others. He fueled your creativity.
You felt very lucky.
“Thanks for loving and seeing me,” you whispered.
His eyes softened. “Thanks for loving and seeing me, too,” he said, meeting you halfway. “And if some askhole bothers you again, send them my way.”
“Yes, sir,” you teased, letting him kiss you.
So, yes, you’d keep posting your stories on your blog.
The self-indulgent ones. The ones you struggled to tell. The ones you put your blood, sweat, and tears into.
You’d joke about the writing process. You’d apologize for late updates. You’d keep on doing what you were doing.
Because there was no expiration date on creativity and hobbies.
And anyone who thought there was?
Well, they didn’t need to read your stories.
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