#tag gameboard

[snowthornes]

|| TAG GAME ✦

Thank you @yuuugay for the tag!!! I swear I meant to do this, but. Well. I forgor <//3 first semester of uni is kicking my ass, as you can see. Anyway, here's my answers, please don't dock my grades due to the late submission :DD

I shall tag @corvusasteris , @aylaaescar , and @styrofoamgardentragedy ! Do tell me if you'd prefer not to be tagged!! 🦖🦖🦖

Favorite color: Purple and blue! Though to be more specific, I really like these types of forget-me-not purple and cornflower blue. Yes, those names are kind of made up. 😔 I've been trying to design my OC's formal attire, and trying to write actual descriptions of their colors, shapes, and accessories (i.e. everything) is kicking my ass.

Currently Reading: If we're counting IFs, I'm currently (re)reading Duskguard by @rainstormwrite ! If you've been wanting to pick up a new IF lately, do give this a try! It's really really good! The amount of variations and flavor text hidden within the story is insanity 🫵🏽🫵🏽✨

But, if I had to give a book or novel... I'm rereading the Dork Diaries series! Younger me collected every single book from that series religiously — figured I'd reread it now for sentimentality's sake. 🦖 Nikki Maxwell's a lot more dramatic than I remember, but it's been fun!

Last series: I've been bouncing back and forth between rewatching The Babysitter's Club and finishing Heartstopper because I have the attention span of a squirrel locked in a pirate's vault. I really, really like these series, though! I'm just sad (and a bit upset) that Netflix cancelled TBC — I genuinely loved that series. I still reread my TBC books from time to time 😞

Sweet, savory, or spicy? If I have to pick one, savory!! But I really like a mix of savory and spicy — I'm a big fan. Very big fan.

Currently working on: The Shepherds of Haven MC template!! Doing it has been oodles of fun, though trying to figure out what my OC actually looks like has shaved years off my lifespan — I'm not a very visual person. TT_TT But I'm using my practically-first and oldest OC as my main shoh MC, so I'm really excited to introduce him in some form of writing!

I've also been working on learning Twine and have been tossing around multiple IF ideas like a cat with a particularly bouncy ball of yarn, but. Those are still a long ways away. I have been working on their plots and expanding them, even writing a few snippets, but — I still have to pick a story I want to focus on. Plus, if I ever do become mad enough to actually release an IF, I'd probably only do it once I had at least 4 or 5 chapters safely completed! I think that feeling — knowing that someone is waiting for me to finish something — would make me go hasdhghdhghhgd. I don't know how IF authors do it. Or artists. Or any creator out there who releases their work for the public to consume, actually. You have my utter respect and admiration 🫡

[individuating]

my #truth:

ep 1 = ep 7 (beatriceless)

ep 2 = ep 6 (furniture)

ep 3 = ep 5 (tools)

ep 4 = ep 8 (ange focus)

[bteezxyewriter12]

Annoyed Series

Jimin

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 971 Words

Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, teasing, brief fingering, missionary, squirting, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @amyz78 @marvelfamily3000

Masterlists- check out for more fics

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📝Jimin Masterlist

"Ha! Pay me", she giggles as my monopoly piece lands on her property

And she has freaking hotels so it's going to cost a lot

More than I have

"Three hundred Min"

"I only have one fifty left", I murmur

"You gotta borrow from the bank again"

I'm so over this game

I'm losing badly

"I'm tired baby", I tell her

She smirks, raising her eyebrow, "You liar. You're not tired. You're just tired of losing"

"Baby stop", I growl, standing up from the bed and getting the game box from my desk

"Aww poor Min, such a sore loser", she laughs

"Jo", I warn

"Such a big cry baby when you don't win"

That's it

I glare at her as I drop the box to the floor and walk right to her

Pushing her back on the game board, she yelps as I shove her night dress up and off

We just got out of the shower before we decided to play the game and she's already completely bare for me

And me, I'm just in boxers which is easy to take off

"Jimin", she squeals

"Shush", I snap, sliding two fingers in her soaked waiting cunt

She takes my fingers easily, sucking them in and clamping down on them

"You think it's funny", I growl, pulling my fingers out then slamming them back in

Her body arches as she moans, flooding my hand

"You like teasing me when you know losing is a sore spot for me?"

"I don't...I...I...", she babbles as I drive my fingers into her spot, her pussy so loud in the room

"What's the matter? Can't talk?", I tease meanly

With one last thrust, I pull my fingers out, her whining immediately

Pulling my boxers down, I move on top of her, holding her down on the bed as I push my hard cock into her hole

"Min", she moans, her pussy taking me and stretching so pleasurably for me

Thrusting in hard, I bottom out, her cunt clenching as I hit her spot, shouts of my name echoing off the walls

I slam my hands down on either side of her head, my right hand landing on top of the gameboard and some hotel pieces

Ignoring them, I pull my dick out then fuck back into her hard, impaling her pretty tight wet cunt on my cock

I move hard and fast, the sound of our skin smacking against each other's so pretty

Her hand moves under her, shoving game pieces away as her legs wrap tightly around my waist, her back lowering and resting on the gameboard, fake money spilling out from under her

Her boobs wiggle in my face as I drive my cock into her spot, game pieces flying off the bed and hitting the floor

"You know I hate losing baby but still you think it's a good idea to make fun of me?", I growl, both our bodies becoming sweaty and mixing together

"Nnn..no...I...I'm sorry", she whines, her hand slamming down on the bottom game board, holding onto the edge hard as I rail her into our bed

"Yeah you'll be sorry", I grunt, the pleasure out of this fucking world

She always feels so fucking good for me, always so tight, creaming my cock like a waterfall

I can fucking hear it, the squelching, it turning me on so much more knowing she's making a mess all over me

Her pussy throbs wonderfully, so tight as I drive both of us closer

Sitting up, I watch her stomach bulge with each thrust of my cock, the sight of that and of tears streaming down her face driving me crazy

"Fuck, look at your tummy baby", I murmur, mesmerized, "Bulging every time I fuck into you, I'm going that deeply"

She nods, sobbing, "Feels so good Jimin. Fuck, so good. Gonna cum"

I raise my eyebrow, "Oh are you?"

"Yyy..yes", she hiccups

Grabbing her chin, I make her look at me, "The only way I'll let you cum is if you promise you'll never make fun of me again when I lose a game"

"I promise!", she yells, "I swear!"

I nod, moving my hand to her clit and playing with it as I fuck her, "Good. You can cum"

"Fuck! Jimin!", she screams as her shaking body arches off the gameboard, her cunt squirting around my cock

My body is thrown into ecstasy and I shove my cock inside her, coming at the same time

"Joanne fuck! Yes baby!"

Her pussy is still squirting, a mixture of my cum and her squirt all over the game, the pieces, the fake money

And I don't give one shit

I rub her clit through it, her pussy milking my length at the same time she's squirting, her fingers holding onto the board so hard her knuckles are white

Her body relaxes into the bed bit by bit as the pleasure leaves us, her ragged breathing reaching my ears

I look down at her, into her beautiful fucked out brown eyes, smirking at her

Leaning down, I press my lips against hers, kissing her deeply

Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me against her as we kiss

Moving us, I shove the game and as many pieces as I can off the bed, getting the blanket over us, our lips never separating

When the kiss ends, she lays her head on my chest, her body cuddling against mine

I hold her tightly, playing with her hair

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you", she whispers sleepy, making me smile at how sleepy she always is after sex

It's adorable

But I have one more thing to tell her before she sleeps

"Oh by the baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Looks like the game is ruined from your squirting so we can't play it anymore", I say gleefully

She sighs, "Ok Jimin"

[helioscenic]

WRITEBLR INTRODUCTION ||

Hello! My name is August, I'm 23, nonbinary and gay as hell. I work retail irl (someone save me pls) and write in my spare time, I'm hoping this blog will help keep me accountable with my writing as I tend to procrastinate.

MY WRITING ||

I write queer fantasy with a focus on exploring themes of monstrosity, family and identity. (If you notice an abundance of snarky, dark haired protagonists then shhh, no you don't)

This is not my main, I'll probably tag any asks I send with this url just so you know it's me because my main is a retired blog from an old and embarrassing fandom lmao.

I would love to participate in ask and tag games, feel free to tag me if you're stuck for blogs! Also feel free to tag me in any fantasy wips taglists because I guaranteed will love it.

Anyway, thanks for checking in on my blog! I hope you find something you like 😊

(wips under the cut)

MY WIPS ||

EYE OF LEVIATHAN WIP

(working titles subject to change)

High Fantasy, Exploration of the 'Chosen One' Trope

When a man intent on finding redemption in the small mundanity of life is forced back onto the gameboard of dragons and kingdoms and war, will his past be the thing that saves them all or damns them?

TITHED WIP

Political Fantasy, Arranged Marriage

The tithed are a symbol of peace, offered by countries weary of a centuries long war, and bound to the various political powers of the Empire in a ritual marriage to create unity. It's not a true marriage, it's much more significant, the end of a war resting upon the tithed. But there are those in the Empire that do not want to see the end of war, and when the tithed start dying, the fragility of peace becomes apparent.

TAGLISTS ||

E0L WIP; @serpentarii

R&R; @cream-and-tea

GENERAL; @wildswrites @strangerays

Let me know if you want me to add you to the taglists for my wips!

[spring-into-arda]

Minhiriath Midway Step up, step in, let's see what you win! The Minhiriath Midway is full of games and fun!  Spin the wheel, try your luck at the Crablor Grab, and see what prompts you get by the luck of the draw (or keep playing until you find something you like).  You can use the Midway any time during March, and beyond!

Blue Ribbon Exhibition The Prince of Cardolan loves to acknowledge hard work and creativity.  Enter your finest works into the Blue Ribbon Exhibition as an exhibition challenger.  Challengers will compete against others for the title of Best of Cardolan in the categories they enter.  All entries for the Blue Ribbon Exhibition are due by noon on June 1, 2024.

Dappled Dapper Pony Picture Coloring Contest The Dappled Dapper Pony Picture Coloring Contest (D²P²C²) is a very basic coloring contest event. Everyone starts with the same base image, and colors and embellishes their pony in whatever way they choose. 

Dappled Dapper Drabbled Pony Race  The Dappled Dapper Drabbled Pony Race is a team writing event which is being run as part of the Cardolan Carnival, a Back to Middle-earth Month 2024 Event.  For groups of 2 to 6, three races will be run throughout the month.  

Lost Treasures Quest  Part of Back to Middle-earth Month is revisiting works that are already in the world -- old favorites and new discoveries.  For the Lost Treasures Quests, you will be able to choose from leaving new commentary on works posted or written before 2020, making rec lists, working on WIPs (writing or art) that are at least a year old or more, or posting works currently unavailable publicly or at a new archive. 

The Prince of Cardolan's Grand Gala; April 12-14 The Grand Gala is a live event held on Discord.  During the event, winners of the various competitions will be announced (with the exception of the Blue Ribbon Exhibition), games will be played, live readings will occur, and generally, it will be a grand time.

Additionally, B2MEM is an open event where ANYTHING you create during March counts!  Feel free to add works you start, add to, or finish in March to the gallery!  You can also host your own events -- let us know what you're up to, and we'll add your event to the list of festivities!

Timeline of Events

The Midway will open on February 24, 2024. 

The Blue Ribbon Exhibition categories will be posted on March 1, 2024.  Entries are due by noon on June 1, 2024.  Winners will be announced at the Tarnin Austa event. 

The Lost Treasures Quest gameboard will be available no later than Feburary 24, 2024.

The Grand Gala will take place April 12-14, 2024. Cancelled. All activities moved to June. Announcements to follow.

Posting & Viewing Works

Beginning March 1st, 2024, works can be posted to the AO3 collection. This collection never closes, so while the event will wrap by the end of April, you can always add works later as you are inspired and finish them. If posting on Tumblr, use the tag B2MEM24 and @ this tumblr to make your posts easy to find by our team for reblogs!  You can join the Discord at any time! 

[krbkevents]

KRBK Summer Reading Challenge

We're going back to our childhood with a summer reading challenge, much like what you would find at your local library when you were a kid. You will have a tracker to mark off your progress as you go and if you complete the challenge, you will receive a certificate honoring your hard work.

What are the requirements?

Read 250,000 words during the summer months: June 1st - August 31st. All progress must be KRBK-centric fanfics to count. Fics from any site count, though AO3 is the easiest to keep track of progress since the word count is listed for you (meaning Twitter threads and Tumblr posts are fine too).

What proof is needed?

This event is entirely honor-system based. It is up to you, the reader, to be faithful in your completion. You are free to share progress as you go by tagging #KRBKSummerReading on social media, though it is not required.

How to participate:

Just snag a copy of the gameboard below and mark off the circles for every 10,000 words you read. The 250k can be any combination of fics. Read 100 fanfics or read 1, doesn't matter as long as it equals at least 250,000 words. Once you have completely marked off your gameboard, post it on Twitter, Tumblr, or Bluesky and tag @krbkevents with your ending word count. A certificate will be made for you showing you finished the challenge.

For an added bonus, share some of the fics you read during the challenge and consider leaving the writers a comment. They will appreciate it.

[songofmadness]

The Trial (10773 words) by TheWanderingKat Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Neverwinter Nights (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Bishop & Knight Captain (Neverwinter Nights) Characters: Bishop (Neverwinter Nights), Male Knight Captain, Some luckless assassins, Shandra Jerro Additional Tags: Politics, Kat playing fast and loose with what defines a bard, A Whole Lot of Introspection, Probably an AU at this point, tw panic attacks, consistent chapter length? ahahahaha no Series: Part 5 of All the Wrong Notes in Chorus Summary: Luskan has shown its hand. Still scrabbling to figure out his place on the gameboard, Rhys is forced to adapt quickly as he drags his ragtag band of squabbling adventurers about the countryside in search of evidence to prove his innocence. Of this particular crime, anyway.

[batbeato]

been debating whether or not I should post about my fics on here or not. I do on twitter, but it's honestly more a matter of habit than anything. the people really invested in umineko fics check the tag regularly anyway as far as I can tell?

but on the other hand I do not care if you engage with it I am morally obligated to thrust my work in your face like I'm Beatrice kicking Battler to the floor whilst cackling madly about the latest RPF gameboard she's created

[skylarstarlight]

Ahem

Dad Jouno... Family game night...

Thank you, goodbye

Oh he would be suffering because some people just wouldn't know how to keep the noise down. He'd have to step out every so often to retain his sanity.

The first few times he tried to participate in everything, but after one of them gave him the wrong money in Monopoly and tried to get away with it (they got caught) he now limits himself to games that accomodate better or he plays as a team with Tecchou as his eyes

He's a bit competitive, sure, which is where Tecchou comes in really handy becuse the self-restraint is zero on this man if it's been going bad for too long. Distraction cuddles to the rescue- which then promptly get denied but hey, at least Tecchou is the one taking the brunt now!

Jouno would not go easy on his kids. Like, he'll act nicer, but he's not going to self-sabotage so they can win. Hell no, if you want to play with him, you play properly or you don't play at all.

Tachihara and the Akutagawa's would be the other competitive ones, Sigma would just be sitting there trying to keep up but not really minding if he'd lose (he's lowkey intimidated by the threats those other 3 are spewing) and Poe... well he's just sitting in a corner praying for it to not get out of hand, but if he does get dragged into a game he'd be competitive as well, just not to the same degrees as the Akus.

And if auntie Teruko decides to join... you better have a new gameboard ordered because she will break things- her and Akutagawa butt heads so hard they sometimes just divide the group so those 2 definitely don't face each other.

I should make a tag for this family AU

[lycoris-terror]

Hello hello, I’m Teru, just a void-creature coming to you from in between worlds!

Void creature... yes. I’m a... well, something alright! Paradox, void thing... something along those lines, you know. It’s not really important.

I have various hobbies to stave off boredom in this pretty place, watching the stars, drawing, working on personal projects, poking around and playing with certain pieces on our gameboards, streaming on Twitch...

Anyways, feel free to drop a line if you so wish! It could help keep my mind on things for a bit.

RULES || ABOUT || TAGS

[poshfind]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Super Mario Bros. Collector's Edition Monopoly Boardgame.

[sweetnsour1]

4:45

Headcanons

Boyfriend Gojo

He throws a fit when you tell him he isn’t allowed to buy you gifts anymore. At this point you say that there’s no room for anything else. Special occasions only!

He starts donating to charities and has them send the thank you gifts to you since ~technically~ he’s not giving you a gift

He is NOT afraid to spam text. Especially if he’s bored. Or you’re working. Or you’re busy. Or you left him alone in a room with nothing to do.

He loves game night. He definitely cheats. And he’s ABSOLUTELY a sore loser. He has flipped a gameboard by accident.

He gets dressed AFTER you, because the man loves to match. He claims it’s not on purpose, but the man knows you know it is.

He WILL teleport your ass to bed if you sext him during the day. Has no interest in waiting for later if he can have you now AND later.

He whines when he finds out he got kicked out of the jjk group chat for spam texting. Constantly tries to convince you to let him back in it.

He loves that his students think you’re too good for him…even if he argues with them about it.

You’re the best. He’s decided. If he’s the best and you’re the one he wants then that makes you equally best. He ignores you when you tell him that’s not how “best” works.

He’s the best. You’ve decided. He’ll be making life playful for fucking ever. He’s serious when he has to be, but he works to make you smile as often as you do for him.

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[themand0lorian]

And the Oscar Goes To... (1)

Best Production Design

Summary: A good production designer sees the beauty in the imperfect.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: Mature

Words: ~1600 (AO3)

Tags: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Past Relationship, Flashbacks, Strangers to Lovers to Enemies to ???

Notes: This series will be told as flashbacks, as well as present time. I did my best to include realistic timelines/make it obvious at the split.

Thanks to everyone who voted on titles!!!

TW for this part: Dieter experiences a drug overdose; reader uses life saving measures, including needles, to revive him. If you could handle the scene from the movie, you can handle it here.

If you or someone you know struggles with opiod addiction, Naloxone/Narcan is readily available in the US and easy to use. Reader uses an autoinjector here, but it also comes as a nasal spray. I truly hope you never have the need for it, but like in this fic, it is life-saving. Read more at narcan.com.

New York City, 1999

He met you in a dumpster.

Not a metaphor. Though if you tried, you could probably make it one. You were good like that.

But this time, you were actually in a dumpster.

He was walking by, finally in the place he had dreamed of—New York City. Not quite LA, he’d get there, eventually. He had to start somewhere. And somewhere was a shitty studio apartment with walls that always felt damp and rat poison stuffed under the cabinets. He was walking around his neighborhood, counting his seventh pizza place, his fourth “Help Wanted” sign—a playground mostly made of wood and sharp edges that the suburbia he grew up in would scoff at. He took a right down an alley, hoping to make it home before the cockroaches—and then you popped out of the top of the dumpster, an old globe held over your head as you proclaim victory. “Jesus Christ!” He startled, and you winced a bit. “What are you, Oscar the Grouch?”

“No,” you snark back, handing him the globe. He takes it gingerly, pinching the top as you hop out of the dumpster and brush off your slacks like nothing happened before snatching it back from him. “Another teacher was throwing this out--I can’t just let a perfectly good globe go to waste!” He looks at it with a grimace; most of the Americas are scratched off, there’s an unknown substance over Australia, and he’s pretty confident the old thing won’t even spin. A penis drawn over South Africa seals the deal.

“Perfectly good?” You take mock-offence, a hand raised to your heart in indignation. You attempt to spin it, but the globe barely rotates.

“Of course! Some paint and glue, maybe a little WD-40…this will be good as new!” 

You were good at that, too. Making old things like new again. He didn’t know it yet, but he would. He’d watch old tires get turned to alternative seating, watch mirrors turn to gameboards. He’d eventually learn to cut holes in discarded tennis balls with you to make the classroom chairs less scratchy. His observation about Oscar the Grouch—who lives in a trash can—maybe not so far off.

“And then what?”

“Then it will go in my classroom!” You explain eagerly. “The kids need something new.” You gesture around you; he hadn’t realized, but he was blindly following you as you walked, now reapproaching the front of the building. It was well-past closing time, all children long gone—the old brick building was small compared to the apartments around it, but etched in the front was a large “PS 365.” You stop at the steps, a coy smile on your face as you wave the globe around lazily. He’s completely entranced; the golden glow of the late hour haloing your head, the slight smile you wear, your spunky attitude. Even the smell of rotten bananas, likely on your shoes from your dumpster escapade, is barely noticeable to him. Everything about you leaves him wanting more.

“This is it,” you tell him. “Good ol’ PS 365. Now one globe richer.”  You begin to trot up the stairs with your spoils before he calls out to you.

“Wait!—Wait,” he jogs after you, breathless. “Isn’t it a little late to be teaching?”

“You know what they say; public servants, working 24/7, 365,” you joke, pointing at the sign, and he smiles broadly.  

“You—you wanna get something to eat?”

“I don’t even know your name.”.

“Dieter. Dieter Bracho.” You introduce yourself back, reaching to shake his hand; he doesn’t even think about how yours were just rifling through trash, taking it eagerly, stealing just one lasting touch from you before he lets you go. “I—I just moved here. I heard there’s good pizza places here?” He offers, and you laugh. It feels like his chest might explode.

He misses that laugh.

“Lemme put this in the classroom, then I’ll show you—there’s definitely a lot of pizza places. But the best—I know a secret spot.” He nods, watching you trot the rest of the way into the building, eyes trailing over you like a lovesick dog—he knows then, even if he doesn’t admit it.

That’s when things change.

New York City, Present

The hallways look the same. 20 years later, still the same pallid taupe tiles, adorned with colorful bulletin boards and pictures of poorly drawn families of all types. One has tulips on it, each bulb a paint print of a hand too tiny to be real, the top reading “Never stop growing!” Another talks about seeds of kindness. They’re all brightly colored, vibrant and pounding, blinding under fluorescent lights in a way only elementary schools seem to achieve. It all looks the same, feels the same.

Or it would, if he wasn’t blasted out of his fucking mind.

Still, he walks the same way he always did; down the hall, up the stairs. Third door on the left. He trudges more slowly now, robe barely hanging off his body, shirt stained, but he finds the door like a ghost haunting the hallways—your name still written along the side with an apple next to it. The same name, the same door; the door is open. You always left it open. So he walks in.

“Alright, now here—this 9 + 9 is 18, so what do we do with the extra ten?” Your back is to the room, you don’t see him walk in, don’t even turn around until you don’t get an answer. “C’mon, it’s just like the last one, we—”

You drop the chalk when you see him, and it explodes on the floor. You used to accost him over chalk prices—each stick a precious 13 cents. Instead, twenty pairs of wide eyes stare at him in the doorway of your classroom, your own—slightly creased with age, slightly duller, still so fully you—boring into him the most.

“D—Dieter?” The kids still look astonished, silent as you come around the desk. He takes them in, barely recognizing that there are others in the room; that it’s two PM on a Tuesday and Tuesdays are for math. He’s in a trance, a haze, even as one kid pipes up.

“Isn’t that the guy from the Cliff Beasts?” Several others begin to join him. “Is he famous? Miss—how do you know someone famous? He smells! He looks like he’s homeless! That’s how famous people look! Why is he here? Is he learning math?” Dieter doesn’t seem to hear them, eyes focused on one spot as commotion overtakes the room. With a clap of your hands, you gain control again easily.

“Work on your handbooks. I’ll—I’ll deal with this.” The kids go back to their work, not-so-sneakily peering up behind their tattered books to watch as you approach the man slowly, like a rabid animal.

“Dieter?” His eyes are glazed, he still won’t look away. You follow his eyeline to see what he does—the old globe, each continent painted and hand painted over and over, sits on your desk still. You clear your throat. “Dieter, you can’t be here—” “Bananas,” he mutters, letting you begin to lead him back out the door. “Smell like…South Africa…”

“Dieter, what are you—” you don’t get the question out; as soon as he’s through the threshold into the hallway, he collapses, and you begin to panic.

“Dieter? Dee—wake up—Dee,” you plead, shaking him gently as his lips begin to blue. With the commotion, several of your students jumped from their desks, and now peer around the doorframe in fear. “Sam—go get the nurse. Now!” You’ve never yelled at a kid before, even in all this time, and Sam takes it like a champ, running down the hall. “Kelsey—get my purse. Under my desk. Hurry.” Quickly, a young girl in pigtails runs back into the room.

“Dee—wake up—” you plead, shaking him a bit harder, though he lays lifeless, cold to the touch. His breathing has slowed so much you can barely tell if it's still occurring. “You—You said you wouldn’t do this to me. Dee—please—” Tears begin to form at your waterline, but Kelsey appears with your bag, and you do your best to swallow them, put on a brave face, as you dig to the bottom. You can hear several kids crying, comforting each other, a few scared voices. Kelsey stands at Dieter’s head, watching you remove the small plastic rectangle, tears streaming down your face. You quickly discard the safety cap, an automated voice telling you what to do, but you know already. You take the device and push it, hard, into his outer thigh, hands shaking as the timer counts down.

“Kelsey—go inside. Shut the door. You can free-read,” you whisper, the girl frozen as you inject Dieter with Naloxone. “Kelsey! Go!” She snaps back to attention as the counter stops, and you pull away the needle as she follows your directions.

You look at Dieter, really look at him; he’s gaunt. Pallid, a shell of the man you once knew. His face is creased with age and lifestyle, his hands adorned in rings that cost more than your rent. He’s still so handsome; broad and tall in a way you haven’t seen on anyone else. The tears that haven’t stopped running finally fall from your cheeks, adding another stain to his shirt.

“Dieter—you said you wouldn’t,” you sob, crouching closer to him. You can hear the bustle of the nurse, Sam, and others coming up the stairs, but you can’t pull yourself away; you whimper into his chest, feeling the thready breaths he takes.

“Please, please don’t do this to me. Not again—not you.”

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A Song of Shadows: Chapter 28

Title: Chess Match Propositions

Gwyn and Azriel spend an intimate evening playing chess as they finally take the next small step in their relationship.

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Warnings: Mild smut. Steamy. NSFW. 

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Gwyn stared at herself in the mirror, carefully smoothing the silk of her negligee until it was lying perfectly smooth across her skin. Despite the fact that she had no idea what was about to happen, she was oddly calm. She knew she was safe. Azriel would be with her the whole time, no matter what happened.

He had already been more than attentive tonight, helping her relax before they came to his room. They had just returned from Velaris, having spent the night at dinner and then wandering the city until she was ready to come home. He had been patient the entire time, never once making her feel rushed or pressured to move faster. It had helped her calm most of her nerves, allowing her to simply enjoy being with him.

Now, as she took a final steadying breath before walking into the bedroom, she was nervous but excited. They had already established that tonight would not involve sex, but she knew it would be more than just their normal kissing. The thought made her almost giddy. She knew Azriel would go at her pace, even if that meant they didn’t go any further than kissing. She could trust him, even with the things she feared the most.

With that thought in her head, she walked out of the bathing room, pausing in the middle of the doorway when her eyes found Azriel. His hand was poised with a wineglass halfway to his mouth, his jaw going slack as his eyes roamed her body. Clad in only the turquoise negligee and matching black underthings he had bought her weeks ago, Gwyn was far more exposed than normal. And Azriel seemed to like it.

“I thought we could play chess,” he blurted, gesturing vaguely at the table behind him. She giggled softly, slowly walking over to him and gently placing her hands on his bare chest. He visibly swallowed, his jaw working furiously as he watched her.

“Okay,” she said simply, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before depositing herself in the plush armchair across from his. She bit back a smile as she watched him plop into his own chair, handing her a glass of wine in the process. She took a tentative sip, ignoring his penetrating gaze and turning her eyes to the gameboard in front of her.

“Your move, Gwyn,” Azriel nodded at the board, taking a deep gulp of wine while she studied her pieces. With one simple move, she started the game, forcing them both to focus. And just like that, they fell into a comfortable silence, only occasionally speaking as the game progressed.

Before she knew it, an hour had passed, the two of them locked in a battle of skill to win the chess match. As the game progressed, her anxiety grew. She had expected him to do something by now, but he had remained resolutely on his side of the table, which had made her increasingly worried.

She forced herself to stay calm, attempting to appear as relaxed as possible even while butterflies erupted in her stomach. She wanted him so much, but she had no idea where to start. He was looking at her with obvious hunger in his eyes, yet he hadn’t attempted to do anything with her yet.

"Your move, Azriel," she said quietly, forcing a teasing note in her voice so he wouldn’t notice how nervous she had become. "Or are you going to admit defeat?”

"Never," he chuckled, focusing on the chess board in front of him.

"Then move," she laughed, grinning at him despite her frustration. "You've been staring at the board forever. I thought you had fallen asleep."

He smiled but said nothing else. She was certain he had not been paying attention to the board, but even when he was distracted, his poker face was unmatched. Yet she was certain he wasn’t nearly as interested in the chess match as he seemed.

She was sitting with one leg tucked under her and one knee up, leaning her chin on her raised knee, and she could feel his eyes on her. Yet every time she looked at him, he averted his gaze. It was only the occasional shifting in his seat and the subtle adjustments of the growing bulge in his pants that confirmed her suspicions. He was aroused. Very aroused. But he still hadn’t done anything, and she couldn’t figure out why. It was driving her crazy.

"Az, it's your turn again," Gwyn softly giggled when he once again tried adjusting himself. "You're so distracted."

"I am not," he weakly argued, quickly moving his knight without his normal careful strategizing.

"If you say so," she smirked, studying the board again with increasing frustration.

She could once again feel his eyes on her, but she kept her gaze on the table, a mixture of arousal and anxiety flowing through her. She wanted him to touch her, to show her all the things she had only dreamt about. She wanted his strong body holding her, his scarred hands exploring every inch of her skin. But he still hadn’t made a single move.

"Azriel, did I do something wrong?" Gwyn finally asked timidly, unable to stop herself from fearing the worst. He looked startled, which brought a blush to her cheeks. She lowered her gaze, looking at him through her lashes while she anxiously awaited his response.

"What?" He said blankly, seeming caught off guard. “Gwyn, honey why are you asking that?”

“Because…you haven’t tried anything,” she muttered, her cheeks flushing crimson. “I thought…I thought you would have by now. I…did I do something?”

"Oh fuck!" He gaped, understanding dawning across his handsome features. "You didn’t do anything wrong. I just…I didn’t want to rush you.”

“You’re not rushing me,” she assured him, fidgeting with the chess piece in front of her. “I want this. I was just hoping you would take the lead because…well, I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

He blinked, slowly processing her words. He rubbed a hand across his face, huffing a laugh. “I’m so sorry, Bird. I feel like an idiot. I'm not normally this oblivious in the bedroom, I promise.”

She laughed softly, a smile spreading across her face. Her nerves eased, his soothing voice calming her. “You're not an idiot. I appreciate you being so careful, I do. But…I don’t want you to treat me like I’m fragile.”

“Gwyn, honey,” he sighed, brushing through his hair with obvious exasperation. “Gwyneth, this…that’s not why I haven’t made a move yet. Please don’t think that.”

“Then why haven’t you?” She pressed, her voice taking on a hint of defensiveness. She had been sitting here for more than an hour in nothing but a negligee - she deserved an explanation.

“I wanted to let you decide how tonight went,” he explained, leaning across the table to brush his hand along her wrist. “I wanted this to be perfect. That’s all. And, honestly…I’m a little nervous myself.”

“Oh,” she mumbled in surprise, slowly lowering her leg from where it was bent in front of her. “You’re nervous too?”

He nodded, tracing circles across her wrist. “Yes, Bird. Very nervous.”

“Why?” Of all the answers she could have fathomed, this was not one she had expected. He was so experienced that she had never imagined he would be nervous.

“Because…I…I’ve never been with someone I care about this much. I don’t want to mess it up,” he slowly admitted, a blush of his own creeping up his neck. He averted his gaze, pulling away and rolling the stem of his wine glass between his fingers.

She blinked slowly, her anxiety fading. It was so rare to see him unsure of himself that it somehow calmed her. To know he was as nervous as she was filled her heart with an ache that she was slowly becoming familiar with, even if she wasn’t ready to name it yet.

She slowly moved out of her seat, quietly walking around the table and sliding into his lap. He looked up as she wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands hesitantly going around her waist to pull her closer. She smiled softly, kissing him tenderly and trying to communicate everything she felt with the simple kiss.

“Azriel, you’re not going to mess this up,” she assured him when she pulled away, brushing her thumb along his jaw. “I trust you. I want you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He studied her for a long moment, then he slowly nodded, his body relaxing against hers. She breathed a sigh of relief, glad they were finally getting somewhere. She wasn’t sure she could handle being so close to him any longer without having his hands on her.

“Okay,” he conceded, his eyes softening the longer he held her. Eager anticipation filled her, her body thrumming with need and want. She was about to kiss him, but he seemed to have other ideas, suddenly turning serious again.

“Gwyn, honey, before we do anything else, I want to make something very clear,” he firmly said, holding her gaze. “Whatever we do, it only goes as far as you feel safe with. And if, at any moment, you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me and I will stop. It doesn't matter what we're doing or how far we go. If I do something you don't like or you are uncomfortable at all. Tell me and I will stop. Okay?"

She nodded obediently, her arousal only growing at his thoughtful considerations. He was hers, completely hers. He quickly kissed her, the small gesture melting her even further, then he pulled back again.

"You can also tell me if you do like something," he encouraged, brazenly stroking her outer thigh. A shiver ran up her spine. "I'm willing to do anything you want. Just tell me."

“Okay, I will,” she agreed, her chest heaving, her breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her negligee. Her body was burning with desire, warmth building in her core, a flush spreading across her skin. It felt strange and wonderful at the same time.

“One more thing, and I don’t want you to forget this,” he firmly stated, forcing her to stay focused for a moment longer. “Whenever we’re being…intimate, if you’re uncomfortable, but you can’t find the words to tell me, I want you to scratch my wing right below the talon. Can you do that?”

“Yes, but won’t it hurt, Az?” She questioned, eager to continue but hesitant to do as he asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. It will sting for a second, but it’s fine,” he promised her, calmly soothing her worries. “I would rather deal with that than do something you’re not completely comfortable with. Okay?”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” she agreed, her fingers lightly stroking the back of his neck. She felt him shiver, but then he unexpectedly released her, confusing her. He smiled, his desire fully evident in his hazel eyes.

“Now, how about we start figuring out what makes you feel good, Bird?” He drawled, his lips curling into a seductive smile. Her thighs clenched in his lap, her body flooding with warmth. Gods she wanted him.

“How?” She breathed, her nipples peaking beneath the fabric of her negligee. He licked his lips, the gesture making her almost weak with excitement. She felt like she was on fire, every nerve in her body hypersensitive to everything around her.

“Straddle me,” he commanded roughly, his gaze dropping to her center as she moved off his lap. She didn’t hesitate before slowly crawling over him, not bothering to adjust her negligee as it rode up to her waist to fully reveal her black lace panties. He gripped her waist with one hand, his other hand idly caressing her exposed thigh.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, his voice dropping several octaves, his hardened length throbbing mere inches from her aching core. She trembled slightly in his arms, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"Before I tell you what I want," she began, shyness and excitement mingling in her eyes. "Is there anything you want? Anything I should do?"

He blinked, the question seeming to surprise him. He had been so patient with her, so careful. She wanted to offer him something in return. Even if she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for whatever he might ask for.

"Let’s not worry about that right now," he said, not taking advantage of her offer, much to her surprise. “I want to focus on you first. Is that all right?”

A small wave of relief washed over her. She wanted him, and she wanted to learn how to pleasure him, but a large part of her knew she wasn’t totally ready to take that step yet. That she needed more time. He seemed to sense that, even though she had just offered to do whatever he wanted, and she couldn’t be more grateful. How had she gotten so lucky to call this male hers?

She slowly nodded, goosebumps erupting on her skin as he continued stroking her thigh. The simple motion of his hand on her body was enough to make her almost moan with pleasure. This felt right, it felt natural. Like this was exactly where she belonged.

"Now, why don’t you tell me what you’re craving," he offered, seduction creeping into his voice. Her thighs tightened against his legs, her arousal deepening at his utterly intoxicating tone.

"I want you to kiss me," she breathlessly admitted, her eyes searching his face. She wasn’t sure how to explain what she wanted, but she knew she wanted him closer. "I want you to touch me, and I want to feel your hands on my skin."

He chuckled, tugging her body tighter to his. “Your wish is my command, my lady.”

He barely gave her time to take a shuddering breath before his mouth was on hers, his restraint seeming to completely slip. She melted into him, her lips eagerly moving with his, opening for him when he began teasing her with his tongue. She moaned softly as he explored her mouth, his hands trailing up her sides, gripping at the thin fabric that separated them. This kiss felt different, deeper somehow, like they had both fallen into something they had no desire to come back from.

When she pulled away for air, he only paused for a moment before claiming her further, then he was trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, nibbling at her skin as he worked his way down her throat. Her back arched into him, her legs trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly feel any more aroused, his teeth dug into the base of her throat as his hands came up to her breasts, kneading the area just below them.

“Az,” she whimpered, her head falling onto his shoulder as a burst of pleasure shot through her. She trailed soft kisses along his neck, punctuating her words. “Oh, that feels good. More please. More.”

She didn’t care if she sounded needy, she just wanted him to do more of what he had just done. She needed more. Desperately.

He paused, surprise and curiosity in his voice. “Bird…which part felt good?”

She pulled her head back, hands buried in his hair as she met his gaze shyly. “Umm, both things you did. I…I liked both. Is that bad?”

“Not at all,” he assured her, dropping his hands to lightly squeeze her ass. She gasped, settling tighter against him. “I’m just shocked. That was the beginning of a hickey on your neck.”

“Oh…I liked it,” she reaffirmed, shivering under the weight of his desire filled gazed. She experimentally wiggled in his lap until her core was fully pressed against the hard bulge in his pants, letting out a sigh of satisfaction at having him so close. Then she went back to softly kissing his neck, urging him to continue.

“Gwyn?” He asked, pausing once more.

“Mm?” She murmured into his skin, her lips trailing up and down his throat. She couldn’t seem to get enough of his taste, his body, everything. She needed to feel him everywhere.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at the straps of her negligee. She pulled back, meeting his hungry stare with a slightly shy one. She still wasn’t used to being completely exposed to him, but the softness in his face, seeping through the desire, reassured her. Azriel would never make her feel uncomfortable.

He bit his lip, hands dropping to the bottom of her negligee as he waited for a response. She watched him, memorizing the way he looked in that moment, so patient even when he was clearly fighting his own needs and wants. It made her heart ache.

“Yes,” she agreed, slowly raising her arms above her head.

He studied her face for a moment, then he turned his attention to the negligee, gripping the hem and slowly dragging it up her body. Unlike the other night when he had helped her undress, his hands fully glided along her skin, sending fresh waves of goosebumps across her body. When he reached her breasts, he shifted his hands until his thumbs brushed just next to her peaked nipples, earning a gasp from her.

As he inched the negligee over her head and tossed it to the ground, his hands roamed across her back. She reveled in his touch, eager to feel him closer, to finally experience all the things she had thought about. She brought her hands back down to his shoulders, watching him explore her slowly.

He brought his hands to her abdomen, tracing the delicate scars there before slowly gliding toward her breasts. She shivered again, her thighs clenching around him. She had never known that having someone deliberately touch her scars could be so attractive, but having Azriel do it made her want to completely unravel for him.

With a final look at her, he brought his hands to her breasts, finally cupping them in his large hands. She sighed softly, her eyes fluttering shut as he gently kneaded her, an aching relief washing over her. Gods this felt good. Her fingers scraped at his shoulders, urging him forward, desperate for more. He trailed one hand down to her hip, tugging her closer as his mouth came down to her exposed nipple.

She gasped loudly, her grip tightening on him as he swirled his tongue around the swollen peak, sucking and pulling at her sensitive bud. He continued exploring her, kneading and teasing her with one hand while working her other breast with his mouth, occasionally nipping at her with his teeth and tugging on her swollen peaks.

She thought she might explode with the amount of pleasure coursing through her. She knew she had always had sensitive breasts, but the way he was touching her was making her positively tremble with need and ecstasy. She had never thought she would experience this, and now that she was, she never wanted to stop.

"Gwyn, my shadows want to touch you," he murmured. pulling back to look at her. "Are you comfortable with that or would you prefer I keep them contained?”

"Oh. Um, please let them touch me," she breathed out, wonder and pure need shining in her eyes. She wanted everything. She wanted to experience every single ounce of pleasure Azriel could show her.

"All right. I won't let them wander anywhere too sensitive. I promise,” he assured her quietly, his face full of need, his eyes slightly glazed.

She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut, almost moaning when his shadows began softly caressing her body, adding to the delicious sensations their master was already causing. Gods, she had no idea it could be like this. They had hardly done anything, yet it was already a thousand times better than anything she had read or dreamt of. This was pure, unadulterated bliss.

As his shadows idly touched her, gently caressing her pebbled skin, his mouth continued roaming her body, working his way down her neck. She gripped him tightly, clinging to him to keep herself steady, her thighs clenching over and over again as she unconsciously sought friction.

One hand on her hip, the other slowly kneading her breast, he trailed his tongue down her shoulder. He placed small kisses back up the path his tongue left, while she alternated between gripping his hair and clinging to his shoulders and back. When he grazed his teeth across the base of her neck, she bucked her hips into him, bringing her a burst of pleasure. She hadn't planned the movement, which made her slightly nervous, but the feeling it gave her drowned out any anxiety she felt.

"Does it feel good when you grind against me like that, Sweetheart?" Azriel asked, his deep honeyed tone completely undoing her.

She moaned, nodding vigorously. “Yes. Oh gods, yes.”

He chuckled, seeming satisfied with himself. She didn’t have time to think before he turned his attention to her core, removing his hand from her breast and grasping her hips, gently coaxing her body back down. He pressed her core tightly against him and encouraged her to move, giving her the friction she needed. She moaned loudly as more pleasure spread through her, dropping her head onto his neck and gripping the hair at the nape of his neck.

No book could possibly have prepared her for just how incredible this would feel. Not even her own hesitant explorations on her own compared to this. She could only imagine what it would be like if there weren’t several layers of clothing between them. She knew she wasn’t ready for that yet, but this alone was enough to make her crave his touch for the rest of eternity.

A moment later, her ecstasy was momentarily interrupted when he suddenly stopped. She involuntarily let out a cry of frustration, but it quickly turned to pleasure when he shifted her in his lap. Instead of straddling his waist, he moved her to one of his legs, positioning her on his thigh and tugging her tightly against him.

The friction was beyond incredible, but she was suddenly filled with hesitation, unsure of how to approach this new position. She had never read about this, nor had she been told by any of her friends that this was a normal thing to do.

But he quickly leaned up to kiss her softly, gripping her hips firmly to encourage her. She hesitantly obeyed, experimentally grinding against his thigh, gasping slightly at the new sensation. She pulled away a moment later, stopping her movements and meeting his eyes nervously, needing reassurance before continuing.

“I’m not sure what to do,” she whispered, chest heaving with each breath. “It…it feels good, but I…I’m not sure if I’m doing this right.”

“It’s okay, honey. You’re doing so well,” he soothed her, moving one hand to softly rub her back in sweeping strokes. “Do you want me to help you find a rhythm?”

She nodded, her hands sliding across his shoulders, tracing his tattoos. He smiled, kissing her jaw before gripping her hips again. Her back arched slightly, her eyes closing as he began moving her against him, helping her ride his thigh. The movement made her core positively throb with need, the wetness between her legs growing as she slowly found a rhythm that felt good.

He continued helping her until she found a pattern and was moving on her own. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations as she rocked her hips against him, each thrust filling her with ecstasy. She had never felt anything like this. Her inner walls were clenching around nothing, the pressure of his thigh against her clit making her almost want to beg for more.

When he returned to his exploration of her neck and breasts, her moans and gasps only grew louder, mixing with his small sounds of satisfaction. He placed a chaste kiss in the valley between her breasts before circling one nipple, then the other, with his tongue. At the added sensation, she bucked harder, digging her nails into his shoulders. As he made lazy trails with his tongue, following behind with his lips, she could feel herself drawing closer to the edge.

His shadows darted around her body, caressing her everywhere that Azriel wasn’t touching. Between her continued thrusting against him and his lazy oral exploration of her body, she was impossibly close. Surprise mingled with her arousal; she had never been this close to the edge this quickly.

Before she had time to overthink anything, he suddenly placed his hands on her hips, taking back control of her movements, and slowed her steady pace until she was barely moving. She met his gaze, her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of need as she desperately tried to buck her hips again.

"Sweetheart, are you close?" He asked, his voice rough and filled with desire.

"I think so," she gasped out between shaking breaths, her body trembling in his arms.

"Do you want to, Bird? Do you want me to help you cum? You don't have to say yes."

"I want to. I want it. Please." She half sobbed as she continued trying to grind against him. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to let him make her cum, to make her unravel entirely in his arms. She would do whatever he asked if it meant he helped her climax.

He nodded, accepting her response. He released his grip on her hips, allowing her to return to her soft rhythm. She moaned loudly as her clothed sex made contact with his firm thigh again, her head falling back while she began rocking her hips once more. She could feel his cock throbbing against her leg, the hard muscles of his leg grinding into her aching clit, increasing the warmth pooling in her center.

She was soaked, leaving an area of moisture on his pants, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel shy about it. She wanted him to know how much she wanted him, to see the way her body reacted to him and only him.

He gripped her hips again, encouraging her movements and pushing her closer to release. His shadows traced soft lines up and down her back and caressed her face, soothing her. She grew slightly nervous, fear at her impending climax blooming. She had never orgasmed with anyone. What if she got all the way to the edge, but couldn’t finish? What if she panicked?

He watched her for another moment, then began teasing her breasts again. He took a swollen nipple into his mouth, gently tugging with his teeth. She dug into his shoulders again, her moans filling the room as she drew closer to orgasming, her anxiety mixing with her pleasure.

She was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, yet she wasn’t sure she could finish. Her nervousness increased as she felt her body tightening, her orgasm quickly approaching as she hesitantly met Azriel’s gaze. He kissed her deeply, calming some of her fears while he continued helping her rock her aching core into his thigh. She clung to him, needing him more than ever.

"It's all right, Sweetheart," he reassured her, sensing her anxiety. He knew her better than anyone, a fact that she was more grateful than ever for. He gripped her thighs, pulling her tighter against him while she bucked her hips. "You can let go. It’s okay."

"I...I don’t…I don’t know if I can,” she tumbled out, desperation filling her. She was so close, so impossibly close. He increased the pace of her thrusts, guiding her to ride him faster. “Az, please. I…I…I need help. Please. I’m scared. Please.”

"It's okay," he said, steadily rocking her hips against his leg and softly kissing her cheeks, giving her the encouragement she needed. "It's okay. I’m right here, honey. I’m right here. Just let go.”

She watched as he slowly reached one hand between them, the other still helping guide her. He glided his hand along the top of her soaked panties until he reached the spot just above her clit, then he began steadily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves through the fabric, her wetness seeping through the thin cloth.

She gasped and bucked her hips, grinding wildly, shocked by the added pleasure point.

“Is this okay, Sweetheart?” He questioned, not yet increasing the pressure of his fingers yet. She frantically nodded, desperately trying to press her clit more firmly into his hand as she thrust her hips into his palm. “I need you to say it, honey. Try to talk to me, Gwyn”

“Yes,” she gasped, gripping his shoulders, her inner walls once again clenching around nothing. Every inch of her was overly sensitive, each tiny movement of his fingers like a bolt of lightning straight to her center. “More, please. Oh gods, Azriel. Please. I’m so close. I’m so close, Az.”

"That's it, Sweetheart," he breathed in her ear, verbally helping her along. "You're doing so well. You're doing so fucking well. Just look at how hard I am, Bird. It's all because of you."

She had never expected such simple praises to make her even more aroused, but his words sent her grinding erratically, all control slipping. He kept rubbing circles on her throbbing clit, nibbling at her neck with his mouth. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with her sounds of ecstasy, her fingertips digging into the skin on his back.

Pressure built in her center, heat and need and pleasure all rising until it neared a crescendo. As he continued coaxing her toward the edge, his fingers working her clit while his mouth roamed her body, she suddenly shattered, her body finally falling over the edge into an intense climax.

Pleasure exploded through her, her head falling onto his shoulder as she cried out his name while her orgasm washed over her. Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her, his fingers rubbing her clit as he helped her ride out the climax. Her entire body shook with the force of her release, the pleasure unlike anything she had managed on her own.

As she stopped shaking, he gently pushed her hips into him a few more times, easing her through the final moments of pleasure. A contented happiness filled her, the pressure of his hand on her core a pleasant reminder of what had just happened. She had orgasmed. She had actually done it. She could cry from how happy she was.

As her body slowly relaxed, collapsing against him, he eased his hand out from between them to stroke her back, cradling her to his chest. When her breathing evened out, he gently pulled her head back to look at her. She couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes yet, too dazed and content to do anything except revel in his soft touch. His shadows softly caressed her face, her arms, her legs - reminding her that she was safe.

"Bird, talk to me," Azriel murmured, his voice oddly shaky.  "Gwyn, please, I need you to talk to me."

She forced herself to open her eyes, letting out a soft sigh of contentment before responding. "I’m not sure I’m capable of speech right now.”

He let out a strangled laugh, relief coloring his features at her response. “That happens sometimes.”

The flush on her cheeks deepened as she studied him, the full realization of what they had done slowly sinking in. "I wasn't expecting that to happen," she shyly admitted, concern clouding her happiness. "Was that okay? I know it was probably strange. I -"

He cut her off with a thorough kiss, leisurely tasting her before calmly putting her mind at rest. "It was perfect. It wasn't strange at all. Your body reacted naturally to what you were experiencing."

"But...I didn't do anything for you,” she murmured, absently toying with his hair.

"I already told you, I wanted this to be about you. Besides, you did plenty,” he whispered in her ear, gently smoothing her hair down. “Having you climax in my arms was more than enough."

She finally gave him a broad smile, her shyness disappearing at his tender words. His fingers slid along her bare thigh, bringing another small sigh of satisfaction to her lips. She was utterly and completely content.

He pulled back to look at her face again, worry clouding his features. "Are you okay though?" He asked, seeming unsure of himself. "Did I take things too far? Did you...did you enjoy yourself?"

"It was perfect," she sighed, her eyes sparkling with delight as she leaned her forehead against his. "I enjoyed every second. You made me feel absolutely wonderful."

"Good,” he replied, his body relaxing into her again as he tucked his face into her neck. She leaned into him, lost in the pure happiness flooding her. She couldn’t believe this was real.

"Next time, how about we try it without these on," he quietly murmured, tugging the hem of her panties, for emphasis and drawing a giggle out of her. "Would that be okay?"

"Mmmm," she eagerly nodded, running her hands through his silky hair.  "That would very much be okay.”

He grinned, bringing his mouth to hers, then scooping her up into his arms. She let out a squeal, clinging to his shoulders while he carried her to bed. He pulled back the covers, then deposited her on the bed, letting his lips linger before pulling away. She smiled softly, her eyes darting to his throbbing erection, then back up to his face.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t…you know?” She asked, a flush coloring her cheeks again. She hated the idea that she had been utterly satiated and he was still…a bit needy. But still, she couldn’t help the touch of anxiety that hit her as she asked the question.

He shook his head, seeming to sense her nerves, as he always did. She silently thanked the gods, unsure she was ready to tackle that part of their relationship just yet. She wanted to touch him, to learn what made him feel good, but she needed to take baby steps first.

“I’m sure, Gwyneth. It’s okay,” he assured her, kissing her on the temple before backing away toward the bathing room. “I’ll take care of it. Close your eyes, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

She nodded, settling deeper under the covers while he disappeared into his bathing room. A small part of her wished he had stayed, even knowing what he was about to do. What was he like when he came? He had already been noisier than she had been expecting earlier. Would he be even more so when he actually climaxed? Or would he bite his lip, the way he sometimes did, to muffle the sound?

She closed her eyes, her imagination filling with thoughts of Azriel, a contented smile forming as she thought of everything they had done and everything they could do. There was still so much for her to learn, to explore, to experience. She wanted all of it with Azriel. Every kiss, every touch. All of it.

Gwyn was already half dozing in bed by the time Azriel emerged, her imagination running wild while she waited for him to join her. He quietly crawled beside her, smiling when she blinked her eyes open and curled into his side, draping her leg over his.

“Better?” She murmured, tenderly kissing his jaw. He leaned into her touch, wrapping his arms around her, an adorably happy grin plastered on his face.

“Much better,” he confirmed, kissing the top of her head. She let out a happy hum, burrowing deeper against him, her head tucked into his shoulder. He sighed happily, holding her tightly to him. She would gladly stay like this forever if he wanted. It felt like home being in his arms.

“Azriel?” She whispered, her voice soft as she slowly drifted off.

“Yes, Gwyn?”

“Tonight was perfect,” she quietly said, her lips grazing the skin on his shoulder. She felt him shift slightly, but her eyes were already closed, a happy smile still on her face. He settled next to her, stroking her back while she fell asleep against him.

He quietly hummed his agreement, sleep already claiming him. She fell silent, letting her body relax in his arms. Tonight had been perfect, even better than she could possibly have dreamed. She couldn’t wait to explore more with him, to slowly learn everything he could teach her. Tonight was only the beginning.

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A section of the 76 Season 8 gameboard I did with the Fallout Twitch & Twitter Community. I'm really excited to see the board done soon and snag a print. I did a few more to help another out with some late additions! If you see yours here and I didn't tag you, let me know! @nuclearmu5hroom @fishplagueart @leporidaefluff @digitalduckie @thefrostyshepard