Hello I Just Wanted To Ask A Question If It Is Bothering You Do Not Worry About It.

Hello I just wanted to ask a question if it is bothering you do not worry about it.

Is Camila an RO?

Hi! No, sorry. I have gotten a lot of messages about their love for Camila, and it makes me so happy. However, I am sorry to say that Camila will only see you as a friend. However, I am thinking of writing about the first crush moment when MC and Camila were little kids in a flashback. I think it would be cute. I am planning to have Camila romance someone else (maybe with the help of the MC??????).

This is finally here! Please anyone who hasn't followed or looked into them! Please do so! Their blog looks amazing 👏 😍

DEMO ANNOUNCEMENT; THE DROP

Ladies, gents, and nons, it's the moment you've all been waiting for;

The Demo Is Now Here

the page will be a little boring for the moment, i'll worry about description, graphics, etc. at a later date (maybe after Christmas), so i apologise

additionally; the autosave currently does not work as intended, so please make sure to save manually, and should you wish to continue your save in the update do not save on the final thank you/demo end screen as it will be removed in updates

Now!

In this demo you can (and will);

learn a little bit (just a little bit) of context behind your situation;

choose the gender of A. Bellefleur and T. Bellefleur;

decide whether your MC will (start out) bloodthirsty, indifferent, or guiltridden;

also decide whether you were hired for your military knowledge, your diplomacy, or your charm/etiquette;

sort of meet the King and Queen.

it is a relatively short prologue, i will admit, but i do hope you enjoy!

Barbenheimer season: would the ROs watch Barbie, Oppenheimer, both or neither?

💛Marcel: Barbie all the way!

🧡Margaret: Would want to see both because she loves TV and everything new about the modern world, but she would probably cry during Oppenheimer and love Barbie.

❤️Owen: Would go to Oppnheimer, and then after, would go to Barbie.

💙Rosemary: Barbie. Oppenheimer brings up alot of bad memories.

🩵Tai: Oppenhemier. 100% would enjoy the history. But if you wanted to see Barbie, he would go with you.

💚Zane: Both. Would loudly talk during both movies and would get you both kicked out, then you would make out in the janitor's closet.

Ahhhhh I love this! Thank you author!

Hi, me again. I love your IF, and I wanted to ask (no pressure). How about deep in a relationship when Ardent's niece asks, "Auntie MC, when am I going to get a cousin?"

How would Ardent react if MC just looked at him with a soft smile? "Don't worry, sweet heart; we are going to be working on it soon." Implying that MC would like kids.

Always appreciate the love and support ~ Looking at Ardent, he wouldn't look like the type to want kids. He comes across as somewhat cold and rough around the edges. Of course, that is if you see him on his own. When with his niece it's very apparent that he does have a soft side. He wouldn't be put off by the idea. He might even feign surprise when he hears MC say that. (Just know he would be lying if he said he didn't think about that very topic before.) "Your auntie is lucky, we're gonna start on that sooner than they think." Ardent playfully ruffles his niece's hair, before leaning over to give MC a kiss on the cheek.

CAN I CAN GET A NSFW SCENE WITH MY MALE MC AND OWEN! PLEASE?!

NSFW ⚠️ 🔞

You frowned at your bandaged chest as you lay in bed. Owen was above you as he cleaned the bandages.

"I'm bored!" You groaned. 

Owen snorted. "A warrior has to live with his actions, even if he gets his arse kicked."

You cracked your neck again, lying back down in your bed. "I am still bored."

Owen sat down on your bed, looking at you. "Okay, what do you want to do to pass the time?"

Your eyes roamed up Owen's tight shirt. "I can think of a few things to do..." You touched Owen's muscle, and the redhead just shook his head. "No way, lad; you already hurt, and we both know how rough I can get."

You pouted. "Fine, then I just have to have other methods to entertain myself."

Owen frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" 

You shrugged and gave the red head a smirk. "It doesn't take two to tango, you know? I can always indulge in some self-pleasure.

Owen's head snapped towards you, and his eyes narrowed. "You can't be serious."

You stared into his blue depths. "Deadly." 

Owen growled as he leaned forward and kissed you. "Stop being a brat." He nibbled on your lip, and you shuttered.

You whispered in his ear. "Come on, Owen. Wear me out, and you don't have to worry about any self-indulgence."

You knew it would kill Owen not to touch you as you touched yourself, and as he was your guard for the night, it would be mighty hard to ignore the moans coming from one's boyfriend, who was right in front of you. Putting on a show.

You sighed ever so softly when Owen leaned down again to kiss a path from your jaw to your neck.

Easing his way down your collarbone had to be the most time you have ever spent holding your breath. Your mouth was slightly opening, like you were going to speak, but you were being betrayed by your own voice to let out a keening whine. The hairs on the back of Owen's’ neck stood up as that beautiful noise went straight to his cock. He grounded his hips just a little, trying to make you produce that enticing noise again.

The moment of no return has passed for both of you. It was all too hot. Owen's touch was so scorching you had to remember to breath to keep from melting. Owen pushed his hips up and you clamped your hands around his waist. With every naughty slide of Owen's hips over you, you felt yourself becoming harder. Before he met you, Owen had no experience at all. The redhead had only ever done this once before he met you, and it was kept a secret at the time, but with you.....Owen lost all self-control. As he stared at you, Owen wanted nothing more than to see you scream. Owen followed his intuition. lowering his defenses more and more. Everything you did seemed very so natural. So real.

“Fuck, MC.” Owen whispered as he searched for another kiss. You just responded by grabbing at his arse. Pushing and pulling the body above you in this desperate rhythm that had you both gasping into each other’s open mouths.

“Can I try something?” Owen pulled away just enough for you to look into his sky, blue eyes full of trust and love. “Please?” He asked with a mocking tone and a smirk.

You were too busy to consider or care to respond. Even though you loathed the moment Owen moved away from you, you merely nodded. You watched Owen crawl down on his hands and knees, a moan rising in the back of your throat at the intense desire for contact. You looked at the Owens's silhouette  created by the moonlight. Owen gave you a sloppy smile that made your legs feel like jell-o because he was so intoxicated with love.

“You’re beautiful, lad.” Owen worked his way down, speaking against your chest. He caressed your skin with his lips, making you feel heated. Your stomach knotted when Owen's wild hair touched it, ending the kisses he had been giving you. As Owen attempted to undo the buttons on your pants, you reached out and tucked the fiery red hair behind Owen's ear.

You both paused, just holding onto this moment for every bit you could. This wasn't the first time you did this with the redhead, nor would it be your last if Owen had everything to say about it, but this felt more romantic. Not all the dirty talk that you loved, but more sweet, and you were okay with that. The moon was shining out through the window. The look in both your eyes. I'm safe. You're safe. We are safe.

However, Owen was not a very patient man, even if you were hurt, and he started to ease down your jeans. Owen's hands were clumsy and awkward, leaving the fabric to pool at your ankles since you still had your shoes on. You tried to hold back a smile, but found it hard. Owen looked like a little boy at Christmas.

Owen sat back on his heels for a moment before he moved himself so that one of your’ legs was between his. The denim of Owen's black jeans was rough against bare skin, but you loved it all. Leaning down, Owen softly ran his hand up the thin leg he wasn’t currently straddling. You might have seen flaws or saw the newly fresh scars; all Owen saw was a warrior.

Owen gently caressed the expanding erection that tented your pattern underwear by carefully moving his fingers up. Owen felt pleased because of the little whine in the back of your throat, and he teased you by pressing the heel of his hand harder on you. Finding it difficult to keep moving forward when he felt the distinct molds of your cock. Everything about it was at once too much and insufficient.

Owen wanted you to only focus on him. Owen dragged his tongue flat against your’ naval as he hooked a finger into the waistband of your boxers. Pulling them down to join the bundle of fabric at your ankles Eyes cast down, he took your hard cock in his hand to give it a stroke.

Drops of pre-cum beading were at the tip that he bent down to swipe his tongue over. You clenched your jaw so hard that it was starting to ache as you grabbed at one of Owen's shoulders.

Closing your eyes, Owen stroked you a few more times before taking the head into his mouth. I was sucking lightly and hearing your moan just above a whisper. He slowly moved down to see just how far he could manage. It wasn’t much, but the hand clutching at his shoulder and the way you were already trying to buck your hips up were enough reassurance. You desperately tried to keep quiet, but it was just so difficult. One of Owen's hands stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach, while the other held you down on your childhood bed.

All of your’ self-control went to keeping yourself quiet and trying to stay still. You became oddly aware that they were only a few doors down from your aunt. Your protective aunt probably had a loaded shotgun for your demon boyfriend. Despite that, you kept letting small sighs escape, and those little noises went straight to Owen’s own hard cock that was grinding against your leg. The moment Owen stopped midway down your was cock to look up at you behind a curtain of red hair was when you stopped caring about everything around them. With your brows knitted, you moaned loud enough for Owens to smirk. "That's it, lad. Be a good boy."

You could practically feel the smirk as he wrapped his mouth again around your shaft and pressed himself harder down against your leg.

“Fuck, Owen. "You managed to get out between clenched teeth. Pushing back the hair that was blocking your view. The heat was pooling in and radiating through your abdomen when you watched Owen take a hand away to palm over his own bulge.

You took hold of Owen's head and drew him off your cock to give it a firm squeeze at the base as your want and desire grew. If Owen persisted, you were going to finish, and you weren't prepared for it to stop. When you took Owen by the arm and had him lie directly next to the muscular man, his first perplexed expression gave way to one of yearning.

You were working so hard to undo the buttons on Owen's too-tight trousers that you lost every shred of sleepiness you ever had. You adored his tight clothing despite the fact that they drove you crazy, holy sh*t. Owen hooked his fingers to take down his underwear and slacks, and as you began to kiss the sides of his neck fiercely, his stomach fluttered.

“I want to cum together.” Owen buried his hands in your hair as you reached down to massage his throbbing cock and whispered against his ear. He was really smitten with you. It was crazy. Having you in his arms disproved his belief that he would never again have the feeling that the part of him that loved another had passed away before he was even in that grave. Owen gave you a rough kiss in return. You two are trying to jerk each other off so awkwardly that I'm not really sure how to put it into words right now.

Even if you wanted to go all the way tonight, you knew Owen was not going to allow it after your injury. However, you just enjoyed the moment as Owen's rough hands gripped around your dick, which brought you closer to the edge. You tried to hold out. You were trying to make the moment last a little longer, but your love and desire were all over Owen's hand and your own abdomen. You were brokenly moaning into your lover's mouth as you tried to keep moving your hand over Owen's cock.

It didn’t take long. Owen was helpless as he rocked his hips and moaned against your mouth, which kept smothering him with kisses in an attempt to quiet him. He was whispering dirty words like a mantra as you twisted your hand when he reached the tip. Owen's chest was heaving, and his body was freezing up as he came hard between you both. Reducing him to a loud grunt and swearing.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath in post-orgasm bliss. Owen breathed hard against your’ sweaty neck as he lazily stroked his sticky fingers right above the slash in your chest.

"Do you think Aunt Zinnia heard?"

Owen gave a loud chuckle and gave you a sloppy kiss. "Seeing as I'm not dead, lad, I'd say we lucked out of the old bat's reign of terror."

You snuggled up closer to him as he put the covers over you both.

Omg! Auntie and Camila's mom (forget her name..sorry) is so cute! Please tell me we can get them together ❤️!!!

Yes! You can, and your MC can even have a journey about how to let your aunt Zinnia go if MC has some unhealthy emotional attachment to your aunt, or you can play hardcore matchmaker! The choice is yours!