Dreamscapes

FANDOMS! (Bold are fandoms that have characters I ship my OC with):

Games: Legend of Zelda (Linked Universe), Sonic the Hedgehog, Kingdom Hearts, Genshin Impact, Alice (American McGee), Life Makeover

Anime: That time I got reincarnated as a slime, Hunter x Hunter, Tokyo Revengers, Blue Lock, Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun, One Piece, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, Yona of the Dawn, Demon Slayer, Dungeon Meshi, Oshi no Ko, Kimi ni Todoke, Komi can't communicate, My Dress-Up Darling, Fairy Tail, Apothecary Diaries, Black Clover, Assassination Classroom, Spy x Family, A sign of Affection, 7th Time Loop, Ouran High school Host Club, Shaman King, Fruits Basket, My Hero Academia, Pokemon XY, My Happy Marriage, Campfire Cooking in Another World with my Absurd Skill, Boruto, The Seven Deadly Sins, The World's Finest Assassin, Ragna Crimson, Dead Mount Death Play, Undead Adventurer, Snow White with the Red Hair, The Saint's Magic Power Is Omnipotent, Violet Evergarden, Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions, Katekyo Hitman Reborn,

Cartoons: Danny Phantom, American Dragon: Jake Long, Ben 10, Boboiboy, Spongebob Squarepants, Powerpuff Girls, Adventure Time, Ever After High, My Little Pony, Winx Club, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Equestria Girls, Dexter's Laboratory,

Others: Arcane, Teen Titans, RWBY, Sonic Prime, Qualia the Purple,

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A lil bonus with my very muse right on top my humble offering

Now I'm still gonna have to revisit OOA cuz its been a while since I came back to LU 🥹 meaning things may change or be added here. But unless theres some details I have to adjust or improve, the ones ill talk abt here wont change!:

After the adventure in OOA with Link (Legend), Ralph grew worried for Nayru's safety (his childhood friend who is apparently the oracle of ages). I mean sure, there is the maku tree and even the princess Zelda or Impa who will be ready to help at a moment's notice. But even with all that, it may not be enough: cuz even with them Veran managed to get them all compromised and he couldn't do a single thing about it cuz he didn't know how to fight back then! He felt useless and definitely carries guilt over it 😭 Not to mention, Nayru, with her powers, is ageless but he and everyone else isn't. She'll live for a long time but who will protect her when they're gone? Ralph gets worried sick at all this, and figured no: becoming physically strong won't be enough.

So I had a thought (supported by Madra):

Now, Labrynna is a city state instead of monarchy, cuz Ralph's ancestor Queen Ambi probs wanted her subjects to live independantly with freedom (they also probably suffered from the time she got posessed or controlled by Veran so shes doing this to set them free). Does this mean his family or bloodline doesn't have much power anymore? Well, while he doesnt have formal power, I like to think he still has enough support that could make it count.

Lemme explain: Ralph is a fool with a gold heart. He may be naive, a lil reckless and hotheaded but he's really kind and sweet. I like to think even now, there will be folks around Labrynna who generally genuinely like this guy even with some flaws or shortcomings of his cuz he helped them out in some way or at some point in time even though he's a lil clumsy. The epitome of 'hes a little confused but he got the spirit!' kind of thing. It helps also that, during OOA when he was stuck in the past, he legit risked his life to uplift the spirits of the villagers when the place is on thick negative energy (or basically everyone being hopeless and probs depressed over their fate). He wasn't exactly able to save them, but after the adventure was over the villagers remember how he went over and rlly tried to help out. And ever since then they couldnt forget his kindness 🥹 so u can imagine that some descendants of the peeps who met Ralph in the past may look at present Ralph and think of that guy their grandparents told them abt u know?

That said, maybe Ralph isn't a prince with absolute power like during Queen Ambi's reign. But hes generally loved enough to have support and have some power. I also imagine his family or parents at least also had their own admirable achievements and well loved by folks too. Theres no mention of Ralph's family but he IS born nobility, and while his wealth may come from former Queen Ambi, I like to think that his parents or family helped stay relevant or be some backbone power for their city's society by supporting whatever they could. So he would have some default connections, resources and loyal allies within Labrynna that his family already made ties with (or heck, maybe they even managed to bramch off connections beyond Labrynna too? You never know!).

I'm sure Ralph wpuld take advantage of his preset/default ties, but I imagine he still goes out of his way to build his own connections, networks, and loyal allies within Labrynna. Link/Legend really inspired him to be more than be content with what he has— in a way that he could be be able to get his own strength and power and do what he can to help others, especially Nayru.

So he gathers his own ties independant from his family's. Maybe even goes farther than Labrynna and make times with other kingdoms or places like Holodrum, Hyrule and Hytopia. The more the merrier! And he won't just stop there: he hasn't forgotten about getting physically stronger for Nayru too, you know? He did train under Legend before he left for his next adventure! I imagine he tries to learn all he could about wielding a sword, practicing techniques and maybe going abt looking for more than one teacher to really up his strength. It's hard, both looking for mentors, and training under them especially when there are times he's afraid. But he thinks of Nayru, and then he steels himself. He can't falter! Not when his childhood friend's safety depends on him!

So, how did he go about meeting Ava and whats he like as a yandere?

Well, I like to think they met at Hytopia SKVSJSBEK It was a kingdom of style and fashion and Ava LOVES fashion or at least seeing the craftsmanship and beauty of it and so the chain and her dropped by to stay for some days while they gather resources and also mayhaps have some dates or spoil Ava with something. Meanwhile Ralph is out looking for pretty dresses for Nayru cuz his childhood friend deserves the BEST he says! That said, they kinda bumped into each other when they were inside a boutique of sorts. Ralph asked for Avas opinion about the best dresses there could be here, maybe thought she worked in this shop 😂 Ava helps out anyway, telling him her thoughts and they basically talked bonded over dresses and Nayru. In the end, as a thank you, Ralph for some reason bought all the dresses Ava was interested in. To say she was shocked is an understatement, but regardless of her protests, Ralph insists and legit payed for everything so Ava has no choice but to take them all.

When the chain found her, you can bet they were quite jealous on the mysterious fellow who bought her all of this, gave them near murdery vibes but for darling's sake they won't do anything... (and it probably invoked a competition between them like: who could provide the best/most gifts for Ava? Much to her fluster/dismay) She also didnt catch his name when they met earlier, so it slipped past Legend's radar.

But that's really all it took XD they meet in shops around Hytopia, Ralph is buying stuff for Nayru and Ava is either enjoying the sight or looking for materials. They bond, and geek out over the stuff at shop, before Ralph ends every meeting with buying her stuff she liked. And every single time, the chain's eye twitches or smth cuz at this point theyll KNOW it was the same guy cuz WHO BUYS GIFTS IN BULK THE WAY THIS ONE GUY DOES?? They would insist on going with her next time and some may even want to follow her a distance away— but this is Ava: they wont be able to stay unnoticed no matter how silent cuz her senses and magic is too keen 😭 she'll disappear in a blink from their sight in one second, and when the chain turns around they'll see her right behind them like 💀 they CANNOT follow her without her prior knowledge guys 🙏

And rn? Ava likes her geek buddy when she goes out shopping or looking for stuff. Shes still quite flustered and cant easily accept when he buys her stuff as a thank you, but she really enjoyed Ralph's company. So she'll keep his identity a secret from the chain for now KDHVBSUDNSUC At some point she legit went LOOKING for him to treat HIM cuz Ava cant accept all these gifts without giving him SOMETHING in return for it, and also his pleasant company 😭 and u know what Ralph laughs but accepts.

It got to a point that when Ralph introduces Ava to Nayru, Nayru was the one feeling like a third wheel between him and Ava bcs of how much they vibed and excitedly get along so well. Does she mind? Not at all! Shes so happy and relieved Ralph had a new friend he genuinely enjoyed talking THIS much to other than focusing so much on her. She really appreciates his devotion and concern but he also deserves to enjoy or have fun with other people's company, you know? So she laughs, teases Ralph that he might have a new crush or smth which Ralph thinks is like, unthinkable bcs, Nayru he rlly thought u were IT. Even if he now thinks of her as a sister to care for he never rlly thought theres someone else he could possibly fall for cuz, in his eyes SHE was perfect.

Well, until Ava 😂

He didnt realize it for some time, but Nayru could see it; shes never seen her friend talk so animatedly with so much joy when with someone else that isnt her. He wasnt even trying to shut down these strange feelings either; he welcomed it and actively engaged with Ava.

What really cemented everything was when he got kidnapped that one time JSUCNAUFNDJ

Idk who yet, but an evil force or some low fry sent on orders took him hostage cuz hes pretty valuable, but before anything malicious happens to him Ava finds him and defeats the guy. Did she know Ralph got kidnapped? No. She got separated from the chain and mayhaps got kidnapped too. So when she and Ralph each other both of their reactions were just "OO 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️" 😂 They were BOTH surprised. Ralph is very embarrassed he let this happen and WILL strive to never let this happen again, meanwhile Ava finds it funny they keep bumping into each other so often like this beyond shopping.

Either way, they both dealt w the kidnappers and got out fine. When Ava saved him and looked out for him, Ralph felt his heart thump against his chest while they fought together. And when they got out? Well, yeah, hes a goner now— Nayru u won. He DID fall in love and now hes kicking himself but also screaming like aaAAAAAAAAAAAAA

As for what hes like as a yandere for Ava... Hes obviously gonna be the guy who spoils her the most XD The chain would all want to do that but Ralph could buy off a whole estate if Ava even scraped her knee on a poorly designed pavement AND blame it on the pavement as if it was person 😭 he has it bulldozed, rebuilt and now itll be a building or place for whatever Ava or the chain needs.

Hes the type to buy everything she wants. He can buy SHOPS out of stock until they cant open for a month if she wanted everything inside the shop (but knowing Ava she wouldnt, so Ralph also wouldnt).

Also the type to NOT be calm over darling slander. He's ready to fight and defend her honor and Ava has to convince him every time to NOT duel with innocents or unarmed individuals. Doesnt mean he wouldnt try tho

Me: Ok but i look at my old art and I imagined Four was manspreading and he had a bit more... Defined body— Not a single cloth on him, and his length is on full display. And yes, its a sight for Ava—

Madra: Oooh imagine it was those Japanese mixed hot springs where no cloths were allowed so everyone was naked~

Me: What he say?

Madra: He probably act normally and talk like he doesn’t notice her trying hard to (and failing to) avoid looking at a certain area.

Me: Ok but: What if this was at... Her mansion? And said mansion reacts to her emotions—

Madra: Imagine the vines on plants growing and wrapping delicately around his limbs~

Me: Imagine she has a spa bath in her bathroom— and as Four spreads himself on a wide seating area, (like he was offering but also seducing her) the room steams and when Four takes a whiff, it smells of... Arousal/aphrosidiac mix—

All while he presents himself to her w that hooded look on his eyes AJCVANDVSJVD

Madra: Imagine he‘s like…

What’s it

Uh

Hm

“Something wrong?”

His voice is casual, lazy, even, but his eyes say otherwise. Lidded and glinting in the steam, he looks like he knows exactly what’s wrong. Or right. Depending on how she defined it.

Four stretches just a little more, shifting on the heated stone bench as if he’s just getting comfortable. The movement makes him flex a bit, it was almost unintentional. Just enough to draw her eyes again. His thighs part further, the full display shameless in its intent, but nothing about his tone sounds dirty when he speaks next,

‘Feels good in here… Did you do something? It’s like the air’s sweeter all of a sudden.’

His voice is low now.

“You really oughta sit down before the heat of the room melts. Or is that just you keeping things warm?”

Me: DGHEGTGETETWFEETETTETR Ok tIMESKIPPING A SMIDGE and Ava is on her knees, just before Four, and her fingers glide through his skin; they slide over his innermost parts of his thighs, just *barely* brushing his blushing cock, then it goes upward, going above it to trail it to his pecks and surround his nipples, and it goes down, back his thighs—

Cycle repeats JSVSJVSNSBDJ

Madra: Her hands glide up again. Over the heat, slicked skin of his thighs, just shy of his flushed length. Again. Across his stomach, over his chest, teasing the edges of his nipples, and down again. back to those trembling thighs. And he still doesn’t speak.

Not until the third pass.

A slow exhale fans across her hair, like steam escaping a kettle. His voice comes low, strained, lips just parted.

’…You’re not playing fair, you know.’

There’s a twitch when her fingers skim near his cock again, so close. Still untouched.

“Keep that up…’he murmurs, head tipping back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed, “and I’ll start thinking you like teasing me more than touching me.”

Another cycle.

This time, his hand drops down. Not to stop her. Just to rest atop her head, palm warm and fingers gently threading through her hair.

‘…Unless you want me to beg.’

A pause, his thumb traces behind her ear, slow. Then, a whisper,

‘I’d sound so pretty if I did.’

Me: Her ear flicked and blushed BZHVGSUN

"...Will you.. Plead, for your goddess?"

Her kissing his palm while she stared at him—

Her hand is resting right at his sack—

Madra: He shuddered, just a little. Barely more than a breath. But it was there. The way her words soaked into him like heat into stone.

His fingers tensed in her hair, not pulling, not yet. Just there. Holding. Anchoring. His lips parted, chest rising with a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

The sight of her…was far too much of a tempting sight.

“…Tell me how.’

His other hand slid down her shoulder, thumb brushing her collarbone.

‘Tell me how you want me to beg, and I will.’

Me: IYDHGRFHJGJDUDHFK "Plead... For my touch." Kiss. "For my care and attention, here." She squeezed his sack in her palm. "Or wherever else you desire" she fondled with it, massaging it, tracing. "Express your desire, make any sound, utter any word to convey it to me. Growl yet plead for me so prettily I would succumb to your wish."

"Howl my name, praise me, hold and comb my hair, sing for me... I want to hear my songbird cry." (As he usually does to her KKWVSHDIDGJD)

His breath hitched, shattered, and the tremor that ran through his body was as if every muscle betrayed him in response to her will.

‘Ava-‘ he gasped, but it wasn’t a plea. Not yet.

The hand in her hair tightened, not rough, but desperate. Like he needed something solid to cling to as she unmade him. The way she squeezed him, rolled him in her palm, it made his vision blur at the edges.

He was burning from want.

Then his head lowered.

“Please…”

he groaned, deep and rough, like a man falling apart at the seams.

“Please, touch me, goddess, I need it, I ache for it. For you. For everything. I’ll sing, I’ll scream, just let me.”

His thumb stroked her cheek with trembling reverence as his lips brushed her temple.

“I’ll make every sound you want. I’ll give you the melody, just grant me the honor to do so, Ava.”

She simply smiled, humming, before her dainty hand cupped his cock, and left an open mouthed kiss that enclosed around his tip. Almost as if she sucked him, but she wasnt, as simply pressed the cavern of her mouth to his tip, before letting go with a wet sound as her lips moved away from his flesh wood.

She turned it into a another cycle: some kisses were drawn out as if to suck, some were to brief. Others she paused for some time before she dove back in, others she had little to no break in between as she showered his cock with her love and care, multiple times—

It throbbed— she feels the veins running alongside its base and it felt as though they pumped beneath her gliding fingers, light and airy as she ran them along and followed his veins as if they were pathways, all the way she kissed and half sucked his tip with so much adoration and attention, moaning as she did so.

The heated steam of aphrosidiac in the air thickened just a bit more.

'Fuck-‘

It tore from his throat, guttural and cracked, like a damn splitting wide open. His hips jerked, just slightly, held back by sheer force of will, thighs trembling beneath her hands. The way she kissed him… worshipped him with those lips, had him spiraling.

His fingers gripped tighter in her hair, begging her not to stop without ever saying the words.

“Goddess.’ he choked, voice ragged, breath stuttering as she trailed her fingers down to trace that throbbing vein again. His cock twitched helplessly in her palm, flushed and dripping, and he felt it, how the air clung heavier now, hotter, fogged with something sweet and dangerous.

“You’re… you’re gonna make me-‘ he gasped as she kissed him again, long and lingering over the tip, wet and soft and maddening. His hips bucked again, barely restrained.

“Shit, Ava- please-‘his voice cracked, his body trembling, knuckles white where he clutched the bench.

‘I want to be inside you so much—‘ a ragged, desperate sound left him.

And then, barely a whisper,

’If you don’t stop, I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it.’

"Hmmm~" She moaned into his tip, sucking particularly harder before she let go with a wet sound. "You have to be specific, my love." Her tongue lulled itself out, before encircling his weeping red tip, moaning at its saccharine taste before letting go again. "Its either I take your entirety in my walls or—" she grasped his flushed, wet cock, holding it firmly yet softly, before she slid up her hold slowly, letting the pressure be dragged to the top until it twitched and a drop shot out from the tip. "I could devour you whole."

His jaw dropped, a strained gasp escaping him like a man gutted of all restraint.

His eyes rolled back, just briefly, hips surging forward before he caught himself with a strained growl, every muscle in his abdomen coiled, quaking, like he was on the edge of shattering.

’Fuck, Ava-!’ he rasped, voice hoarse and trembling. ‘You’re… gods, you’re-‘

When she squeezed again. Stroked. Drew another needy twitch from his cock and he groaned, low and ruined, dragging his hand down his face as if trying to steady himself. But there was no steadiness left.

“You can’t say shit like that-fuck, you can’t do that-‘ he bit out, hips bucking again, instinct flaring past reason.

His other hand found the back of her neck, fingers trembling.

’Do it.’ he begged, voice cracked and heavy with need. ‘Take me in-whichever way you want-your mouth, your walls, your soul, I don’t fucking care, just- please.’

Another drop beaded from his tip, throbbing wildly in her hand.

‘I’ll be good..’ he panted, eyes halflidded and shining. Just-just use me, goddess, please, let me come for you-‘

He groaned again, head thrown back, chest rising.

‘…Or devour me. Fuck. Either way- just don’t stop.’

Ava cooed at his pleas. "Oh, my songbird." She laughed, light and airy, before kissing the bottom of his base, and trailing up just before the tip, moving to hover her shimmering lips above it. "As you wish, my knight." She took his length into her mouth, going as far as she could go, before sucking its flesh and running her tongue along its girth and shape, feeling it ache, hardening itself and throb as every suck made drips of his essence spurt in small amounts, like an appetizer, down her throat. Ava moans with every drop she tastes, her voice running a vibration to his aching length in her mouth.

Four howled, his voice raw and dragged from the pit of his stomach, echoing in the steam thick air like something sacred and undone.

His body arched, both hands now gripping her hair, trembling, barely holding himself back from thrusting into that perfect heat. His thighs shook beneath her, his breath punching out in desperate gasps as the sensation crashed over him again and again.

’Ava-!’ he gasped, voice breaking apart in her name. ’Fucking-goddess-!’

His cock pulsed wildly in her mouth, each motion of her tongue coaxing another helpless spurt of his taste down her throat. It wasn’t enough to satisfy him, it burned, he ached to bury himself deeper, to let her take him to the base, to fill her, to surrender everything inside her.

The vibrations of her voice, the glide of her tongue along the thickest part of his length, it made him throb hard and desperate.

His head tipped forward, eyes blown wide with lust, watching her, mouth parted.

“I—I’m gonna- fuck, Ava I can’t—” he hissed, his hips twitching up despite himself.

His hand gripped the back of her head as though in prayer, voice cracking.

‘Please, let me come—I need it—I need you, let me—let me come in your mouth, goddess, please-‘

She groaned particularly at his request, making his cock shake as it spurted more and more of its juices, hanging by a thread— or at all, yet Ava released his cock, watching twitch and throb as essences stream down his length as if it cried in wanton— before she smiled, pressing her lips right to its tip. "You may." She breathed into it, watching it quake and shot up before she engulfed her whole mouth into it, his length so upright and hard it made her nearly choke in attempts to envelop his cock in her cavern. Yet she persevered, even with she leaked between her thighs and it pooled to the floor, she did not let that happen to her knight, as she hungrily drank every drop of what he could give while she fondled and massaged his sack right under it. Moaning and whimpering feeling it tremble so much inside her.

He didn’t scream this time.

He didn’t beg, didn’t growl, didn’t moan, he couldn’t.

His breath hitched, barely audible, and his body locked tight—every muscle drawn and trembling as if something inside him snapped. His thighs quivered, hands clenched into the seat beneath him, and his mouth hung open in a silent gasp as she took him deep.

His eyes, glassy, wide, watched her push past her own limits to cradle his cock in her mouth like it belonged there, like it was holy. His hands didn’t move. His lips didn’t form a single word.

His cock twitched hard in her mouth—spasming violently, coating her tongue, her throat, in everything he had. He came with a near-pained shudder, his entire body shaking as his seed poured out in thick, desperate pulses. It flooded her mouth, hot and endless, until it ran from the corners of her lips and down his shaft, trailing in thick ropes along her chin and wrist.

She nearly choked at the influx of his released, but she managed to down everything; sucking his spasming, erratic length as much as she could to swallow every drop, until there was nothing left— bit even then, she still continued to drink, wondering if there were more despite how much Four shook beneath her. But as there was none, she let go of his cock with a gasp, panting as she breathed deeply. The smell of heat and sex brimming in the room despite its expansiveness, making her legs tremble and her body only flush, which she had only just realized. She felt the trails of his essence slipped past her mouth and she looked down: some had trailed between her collarbones and neck, some between and on the mounds of her chest, and one nearly reached her navel. She then gathered all of them, and drank her fill, licking her fingers and sucking any remains.

She hummed, sighing in content.

His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven gasps, as if he’d forgotten how to breathe and only now remembered, barely.

Four’s head had fallen back at some point, flushed cheeks streaked with heat, sweat clinging to his temples. His lips were parted, throat exposed, trembling with the soundless wreckage of what she’d done to him.

Barely able to move his head forward so he coukd see every twitch of her fingers, every lick, every drop she pulled into her mouth like it was the finest ambrosia, he watched it all ss he caught his breath . His thighs were still shaking beneath him, the last spasms of release coursing through him like aftershocks. His cock, now slick and oversensitive, twitched slightly at the sight of her licking her chest clean, fingers dragging through the mess like she was savoring a meal.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with effort, and finally, barely above a whisper

‘…You look utterly enticing like that.’

She turned to him, and at the sight of his ruin her eyes had a haze gloss over them. She hummed seeing him flushed and ridden with sweat, his body twitching and sensitive from her love. Wordlessly, she crawled up to him, letting his back lean to his behind, and to prevent discomfort of position, she held the back of his head, knees on each side of his flinching thighs, and cradled his face in her hands as she made him look at her solely, making sure to only be above his lap as to not make alarm his nerves more than she already had.

With a heated puff and pant, she leaned in and encased his lips with her own. Her tongue shyly licking at his lips, as if asking entry. The taste of his essence still fresh to her tongue, as she moaned, hugging him close with her chest pressed against him.

His arms wrapped around her like instinct, one hand rising to cradle the back of her head just as she did for him, the other gripping her waist tight, as if grounding himself in her body. His lips moved against hers hungrily, possessively, the shaky remnants of his breath pouring into her mouth as his tongue met hers in a dance he refused to surrender.

He groaned into the kiss, a low, muffled sound of need, as he deepened it, tilting his head to capture more of her, to take in everything she offered and give it back tenfold.

His fingers twitched at her back, pressing her tighter to his chest, their sweat-slicked skin sticking and sliding together with every heaving breath.

The taste of himself on her tongue made him kiss her harder.

She whimpered at his eagerness, moaning, panting in the dance they enveloped themselves in. His tongue fought and swirled around hers, kissing her as if he intended to devour her breath and lungs, weakening her strength and she cried: she felt the lips between her thighs quiver and clench, weeping and burning as its tears dripped right down to his sensitive cock, begging for attention. Her thighs trembled at this, as she struggled against his greedy mouth, feeling herself become lightheaded.

Four moaned into her mouth, deep, hungry, half mad, and then bit her lower lip just hard enough to drag her breath into a gasp he could steal. His hand on her waist tightened, fingers digging in, as if he could force the distance between them to disappear entirely.

He was trembling, but it wasn’t weakness. It was restraint on the verge of collapse.

When he pulled back just enough to breathe, he looked up at her like a man possessed, eyes wild, pupils blown so wide the color had nearly vanished. Sweat clung to his lashes, his jaw clenched as his voice came out wrecked, desperate, aching.

“Ava, I need you.’

His grip on her body trembled, his other hand sliding down her spine to the small of her back, holding her there, not letting her go. His cock twitching to life once more, slick from her dripping arousal, oversensitive and starved for her heat.

“Don’t-don’t tease me anymore…’ he pleaded, voice cracking. ‘I can’t take it. I need to feel you, I need to be inside-‘

He swallowed hard, mouth brushing hers again, as if he couldn’t stay away. His voice dropped, low and hoarse against her lips:

“Please… gods, I feel like I’d die if you leave me like this, don’t you dare pull away.’