#promise kept

[bigsouthoftheborder]

My wife did spank me while we were dating and the bride's maids were aware of it too. In fact, most of my wife's friends did know she spanked me when they attended the wedding ceremony. And I did promise that I would obey her in my wedding vows too. My wife has made sure I have kept that wedding vow. In fact, a paddle does hang in the dining room, very close to the dining room table. Both do get used a lot.

[aventurineswife]

Thought of a Zenless Zone Zero request. It’ll be with Nicole with a reader who was a childhood friend at orphanage. You know how Nicole came to love earning dennies? In the lore when trying to fundraise for dennies it’ll be changed to that you were with her throughout it all. The two of you would promise no matter what you two would always be with each other through thick and thin. Life had other ideas as Nicole was eventually adopted but left you with the first denny you two earned together. Timeskip to the current day and the reader became very successful but remembered their roots through that very same denny. The reader hires a team for some task in the hollows and it so happens to be the Cunning Hares. Of course you two recognize each other leading to a reconnection. You and Nicole would catch up and after many months of this you told her how you felt. You prove it by handing back the denny saying how you never forgot about her.

The Promise of a Denny

Summary: Years ago, you and Nicole made a promise—to stay together no matter what. But life had other plans, separating you when she was adopted, leaving you with the first denny you two ever earned. Now, as a successful individual, you unknowingly hire the Cunning Hares for a job, only to be reunited with Nicole. As old memories resurface and your bond rekindles, you finally confess your feelings, proving it by returning the denny that had kept your promise alive all these years.

Tags: Nicole x Reader, Reunion, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff & Feels, Second Chances, Promise Kept.

Warnings: Mild Angst (Separation and past hardships), Mentions of Orphanage Life, Brief Financial Struggles Mentioned, Emotional Reunion.

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The sound of laughter echoed through the dimly lit orphanage halls as two children huddled in a corner, a single gleaming coin sitting between them.

"We did it!" Nicole cheered, holding up the shiny denny like it was the most precious thing in the world. "Our first ever earnings!"

You grinned beside her, wiping the sweat from your brow. "Took a lot of convincing to get the old man to pay us for cleaning up his shop. But we pulled it off."

Nicole beamed, gripping your hands. "Promise me something, [Name]. No matter what, we'll stick together through thick and thin. We'll make something of ourselves."

"I promise," you swore, sealing the vow with a shake.

But fate had different plans. Not long after, Nicole was adopted by a wealthy family, leaving you behind. The last thing she gave you was that very same denny—the first of many you had planned to earn together.

Years passed. Life carried you forward, success followed, but no matter how much you gained, you never let go of that small, worn-out denny. It was a reminder of where you started, and of the girl who had once been your closest friend.

When the time came to hire a team for a high-risk Hollow commission in New Eridu, you left the details to your assistants. The last thing you expected was to come face to face with the past.

"Cunning Hares, reporting for duty!" A familiar, confident voice rang out, and there she was—Nicole Demara, standing at the forefront of her ragtag team, still as bold and mischievous as you remembered.

Your breath caught. "Nicole?"

Her eyes widened in recognition before a smirk curled on her lips. "Well, well, well. If it isn't [Name]. Fancy seeing you in a place like this."

The reunion was a blur. You hired her team for the job, but every moment spent together felt like slipping back into old times. Jokes exchanged, memories resurfaced, and soon, what started as mere business turned into something more.

Weeks passed. Then months. And as the days bled into one another, one truth became undeniable—you never forgot Nicole. And more than that, you never stopped caring.

One evening, under the neon glow of New Eridu’s skyline, you found yourself standing before her once more, heart pounding.

"I need to show you something," you said, pulling a small, timeworn coin from your pocket. The same denny she had left with you all those years ago. "I never forgot our promise. And I never forgot you."

Nicole's playful bravado faltered as she stared at the coin in your palm, realization dawning in her eyes. Slowly, she reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against yours.

"You kept it… all this time?" Her voice was uncharacteristically soft.

You took a step closer, swallowing your nerves. "Because I meant what I said back then. I still do. No matter what, I want to be with you, Nicole. Through thick and thin."

For the first time in a long while, Nicole was speechless. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head.

"You really are something else, [Name]." A slow, genuine smile spread across her lips. "I spent my whole life chasing wealth, but somehow, you’re the one thing money could never buy back."

She flipped the coin between her fingers before pressing it back into your palm.

"Let's start fresh," she said, her eyes glinting with something deeper than mischief. "Together this time. No debts, no deals. Just us."

And with that, the promise made in childhood was rekindled—not as a distant memory, but as the beginning of something real.

[porcelanwill]

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[rnilkpuzzle]

Fanart from the game Ib

This is a remake of a very old piece of milkpuzzle.

[renee-writer]

Son of a Preacher Chapter 40 Promise Kept

Quite Explicit

AO3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

He takes her back to the cabin. He knows, his parents and probably hers, know what they are using it for. But, it is better then a seedy motel or the back of the car. His Claire is worth more then that.

 

As soon as they step over the threshold, she has him against the wall, their lips pressed together.

 

He gave as good as he got and they are soon both panting against each other. He is reaching out to take off her shirt when she stops him. “What?” his lust crazed blood can’t figure out why she stopped him.

 

“My turn, remember. To make you see stars.” Oh, he remembers and his penis, already rock hard, grows harder. She lifts his shirt off before leading him to the bed. After he is laying down, she kisses his neck, bites at his ear, causing him to squeal. She grins. The sounds she will bring out of him… she will remember every one.

 

She heads down, finding his hammering pulse, and sucks on it. He moans, deep and low. She licks across it and down before finding his chest hair. She wraps it around her tongue, playing, blowing on it. He is steadily moaning now.

 

She reaches his nipples, as hard and needy as her own. She feels hers rubbing against her bra, desperately wanting free. So she frees them, taken time to pull her shirt and bra off. Jamie immediately reaches for them, playing with her nipples as she plays around his. Her tongue licks around them until he moans out, “Claire please!”

 

She slips her mouth over one, her tongue flicks the center. He growls and holds tighter to her breasts. Then she starts to suck.

 

“Bloody Christ!” screams out this son of a preacher, who has never taken his Lord’s name in vain. She smiles and sucks harder while playing with the other one.

 

When he is panting and she feels his cock, straining against his jeans, she moves down. Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as she kisses across his belly. Her hands are pushing his jeans down while playing with his boxer covered cock.

 

She runs her tongue under the edge of it and he arches up. “Mercy Claire! Please!”

 

His boxers come down and she finds him, hard as steel, his veins prominent. A drop of pre-cum on his tip. She licks her own lips and sets out to drive him mad.

 

She succeeds.  He is soon moaning and groaning. His head moving back and forth on the pillow. She had licked him all over before dropping her mouth down and taken him in.

 

“Watch me.” She requests. She had loosened her own pants and pushed them and her knickers down. Positioned where she can both blow him and take care of herself.

 

His eyes get wider as he sees her. Her mouth is sliding up and down him as her fingers work inside her wet folds. He sees her glistening clit as her fingers work beside it. He recalls how it tastes and we wants to taste it again but knows she won’t allow it. Today was about him. Thus thinking, he turns his eyes back to that bopping head. Back and forth his eyes go. They stay on her clit and those moving fingers as it grows. She is close and so is he.

 

He starts to huff as that mouth and those fingers kneading his balls draw him close to the edge of pure pleasure. He closes his eyes as the feelings collide and he explodes but opens them to see her swallow his spunk. He is barely on the edge of sanity as his eyes return to her. He watches it bud as she calls out his name and jerks several times before stilling against his thigh. Her breath tickles his relaxing cock.

 

“Did you see stars?” she asks when he finds the strength to pull her up.

 

“Baby, I saw universes.” He replies. She giggles and curls up around him. She is asleep before he has time to pull the covers up. He soon joins her.

[stormlordink]

Finally got around to finishing this one. It's from the cover for Volume 7 in the Japanese Box Set of Brotherhood. I'm going to try and draw all the covers from that set, really cool artwork.

[azaleablueme]

AO3 Posting this monster-sized chapter after an insane work week, I really hope you all like this. Thanks to all of you for giving this story so much love. Your reviews make my day!

[izayoichan]

Paul looks at Hayle, recognizing him as another dragon, but not like Vy, Hayle notices the look of guilt in his eyes, which takes him by surprise, also hearing the hunter mumble that this will buy them time. As he passes through the portal, Hayle does a swift move of his hand, showing the rest of them into the portal as it closes. Hayle wants them away more than he wants to kill them as he has more important things in his arms whimpering and clearly not well. 

“Vy, are you.. Are you okay?”

Chris walks over to his husband, nodding at him. Pretty proud that he managed to bridle his anger as much as he did.

“Nat is tracking them... if we can learn more about them, we can defend better…”

He looks at Vy. 

“Hey you, come on, let's get you home?”

He gently puts a hand on Vy's cheek, not wanting to touch his head, as he is pretty sure that is a sore area for him now.  Vy whines looking at them, appearing confused and surprised-.

“You're here... you're here... I wanna go home…”

He lets out a strangled cry touching his bleeding chest.

“It hurts... i wanna go home…” “Here.. this should, soothe it a little.”

Hayle smiles, drying off a tear or two from Vy's cheek, a cold energy coming from his hand, as he holds them a little over the horns, and then over the chest. Unlike Vy, he can't properly heal, but he can soothe and cool down the areas that hurt. 

“And of course we are here, I promised you if they ever took you, we would come get you, remember?”

He looks at his husband and Nat, Nat confirming she has tracked them, but also saying they can’t go there, it’s complicated but she knows how to ward them better from now on. Right now for Hayle that doesn’t matter. He has his son back, and all he wants them to do, is to go back home.  

“You're our son now, of course we came to get you, and now we're taking you home.”

Chris opens a portal behind them, giving Vy's hand a light squeeze, knowing he doesn't like portals.

“Don't worry, were going straight home”

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