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thanksgiving | JOE BURROW [009]

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⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.6k

⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | your first thanksgiving with hayes!

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | domestic!joe + family. playful arguing, joe being the husband-est hubby ever, one cup of wine, nothing else! just a sweet, thanksgiving fic for the series!

The drive to the Burrow family home was picturesque in that cozy, Midwestern kind of way—all open fields, wooden fences, and the occasional rusty mailbox at the end of a long gravel drive. The trees lining the road were just barely clinging to the last of their autumnal colors, leaves blowing in the cool November breeze and scattering across the asphalt like a final hurrah before winter set in.

You weren’t sure why you were nervous. It wasn’t like this was your first Thanksgiving with Joe’s family. Far from it. But something about this year felt different—maybe it was the fact that Hayes was here now, his first big family holiday, and you wanted everything to be perfect.

"You’re quiet," Joe remarked, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the console between you.

You glanced over, snapping out of your thoughts. "Just thinking," you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

He gave you a sideways look, the corners of his mouth quirking up. "About what? How Jamie’s gonna try to give me shit the second we walk in the door?"

You laughed, because he was right. Jamie Burrow was the king of light-hearted roasts, and you knew Joe was gearing up for it. But you shrugged in response, keeping your act casual. "Maybe. Or about how your mom is gonna sneak Hayes away and spoil him with who knows how much pie before dinner."

"Definitely pie," Joe agreed with a chuckle. His smile made your chest warm, even though the nerves were still lingering.

Hayes was making little coos from his car seat in the back, and you turned to check on him. His chubby cheeks were flushed from the heater, and he was clutching his favorite stuffed bear in one hand while kicking his feet. It was hard to believe that this little human was yours—yours and Joe’s.

"He’s ready for all the attention," you said, more to yourself than to Joe, but he heard you.

"Good. They’ve been talking about seeing him for weeks," he replied. "I think my mom’s got a whole picture board made up just from the five photos I sent her."

"Robin would," you said with a smile, your shoulders relaxing a little. The Burrow family had a way of doing that—making you feel like you belonged, like you were just as much a part of them as Joe was. It was one of the many things you loved about them.

As the car slowed down to turn into the long driveway, you sat up a little straighter, taking in the sight of the house. It looked exactly the same as it always did—a warm, welcoming mix of red brick and wood, with a wide front porch that was already decorated with pumpkins and a “Gather” sign leaning next to the door.

"Here we go," Joe said, putting the car in park and flashing you a reassuring smile.

You took a deep breath, your hands fidgeting with the straps of your bag. "Here we go," you repeated, and even though you still felt a little nervous, you couldn’t help but smile as you opened the door.

Joe was already climbing out of the driver’s seat, opening the back door to unbuckle Hayes. You stood there for a moment, watching the way his broad frame seemed to soften as he scooped up your son, cradling him with a gentleness that never failed to make your heart skip.

"Alright, buddy," Joe murmured to Hayes, who blinked sleepily at him. "Time to meet the chaos."

You grabbed the diaper bag from the backseat and slung it over your shoulder, walking up to meet them as Joe waited for you. The two of you exchanged a quick look, a little smile passing between you like an unspoken promise: whatever the day held, you’d tackle it together.

The crunch of gravel under your boots was loud in the stillness of the late November morning. Joe walked a step ahead of you, Hayes nestled snugly against his chest in his thick little jacket, looking adorably rumpled from the car ride. The baby let out a soft coo, still half-asleep, and Joe’s hand instinctively rubbed gentle circles on his back, soothing him like it was second nature.

The air was cold but not biting, carrying the faint scent of woodsmoke and dried leaves. A light breeze tugged at your scarf, and you pulled it tighter around your neck as you glanced up at the Burrows’ house. There were already signs of life inside—the flicker of movement behind the curtains, the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen. A plume of smoke curled lazily from the chimney, promising warmth and something delicious cooking inside.

You couldn’t help but smile as you approached the steps. Robin had clearly been busy, her festive touch everywhere. The pumpkins on the porch were arranged in perfect, symmetrical groups, with a few gourds tossed in for good measure. The handmade wreath on the door was adorned with tiny pinecones, sprigs of holly, and a big orange bow that somehow managed to look charming instead of tacky. A set of hay bales sat off to the side, topped with more pumpkins and a scarecrow that was a little worse for wear after years of use.

"You think they went all out just for Hayes?" you asked, half-teasing as you nudged Joe with your shoulder.

Joe glanced back at you, his lips quirking up into a smirk. "Probably. He’s already their favorite."

"Not hard to believe," you said, tilting your head toward Hayes, who was now fully awake and blinking up at Joe with wide, curious eyes.

Joe stopped at the front door, shifting Hayes so he was perched comfortably on one arm while he knocked lightly with the other. The sound barely had time to echo before the door flew open, and Robin’s face appeared, flushed and glowing with excitement.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she immediately zeroed in on Hayes. "Oh, give him to me. Come here, my sweet boy!"

Joe chuckled, handing Hayes over with a kind of resigned fondness. "Barely even a ‘hello’ for me, huh?"

Robin waved him off, already cooing at Hayes, who rewarded her with a gummy smile. "You I can see anytime. This little one, though—look at him! He’s gotten so big!"

You laughed as Robin disappeared further into the house, bouncing Hayes gently and muttering about how he looked just like his daddy. Joe sighed but smiled, holding the door open for you as you stepped inside.

The warmth of the house hit you immediately, along with the unmistakable smell of Thanksgiving—roasting turkey, spiced apple cider, and the faintly sweet aroma of whatever pie Robin had undoubtedly baked that morning. The living room was cozy and inviting, with a fire crackling in the stone fireplace and a few throw blankets draped over the couch.

"Mom, don’t hog him," came a voice from the kitchen, and a second later, Jamie appeared in the doorway, wiping his hands on a dish towel. His face split into a grin when he saw you. "Hey! There’s my favorite sister-in-law."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as Jamie pulled you into a quick, one-armed hug.

"Favorite by default," you teased.

"Still counts," Jamie shot back before turning his attention to Joe. "What took you so long? You get lost?"

Joe shrugged, unbothered as he dropped the diaper bag by the couch. "Traffic."

Jamie snorted. "Sure. Anyway, Dan’s in the kitchen pretending he knows how to cook. You should go make sure he doesn’t burn the gravy again."

Joe raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue, patting your back lightly before heading toward the kitchen. That left you standing in the living room with Jamie, who was now peering over Robin’s shoulder at Hayes.

"Man," Jamie said, shaking his head in mock awe, "he really does look like Joe. Poor kid."

"Watch it," you said, swatting his arm lightly, though you were smiling.

Robin just rolled her eyes. "You boys always have something to say. Ignore them, sweetheart," she added, planting a kiss on Hayes’s cheek. "You’re perfect, aren’t you?"

Hayes gurgled happily in response, and you felt a swell of gratitude as you watched the scene unfold. It was moments like this that made all the chaos and exhaustion of parenting worthwhile.

"Alright," Jamie said, clapping his hands together. "Who’s ready to eat too much and regret it later?"

You laughed, shaking your head as Robin led the way toward the kitchen, still doting on Hayes. You lingered for a moment, soaking in the warmth and the laughter, feeling, for the first time in a while, like you could actually relax.

The warmth of the house felt almost like a physical thing, wrapping around you in layers of comfort and familiarity. You sat curled up on the armchair in the corner of the living room, legs tucked beneath you, holding a glass of wine that was just the right balance of fruity and rich. The first sip had melted the tension in your shoulders, and now, halfway through the glass, you felt completely at ease.

Across the room, Joe was sprawled on the couch, one arm thrown over the back as he laughed at something Jamie said. Dan was perched on the other side, gesturing animatedly as he told some elaborate story about a coworker, complete with ridiculous voices and exaggerated facial expressions. Joe’s laugh came easily, a sound that always made you smile, deep and genuine, the kind of laugh he didn’t always let out when the weight of everything was on his shoulders. But here, with his brothers, he was relaxed, his guard down in a way that made you love him even more.

Robin bustled in and out of the room, keeping herself busy but always finding a way to linger near Hayes. The baby was content in Joe’s dad’s lap, looking up at his grandfather with wide, curious eyes as they played a gentle game of pat-a-cake. Hayes giggled at the clumsy movements of his grandfather’s hands, a soft, tinkling sound that had the whole room glancing over every few moments to smile. Robin kept stopping to coo at him, her face lighting up every time Hayes smiled back at her.

"You’re spoiling him already," you teased, setting your glass down on the side table.

Robin glanced over, not looking the least bit guilty. "That’s what grandmas are for, sweetheart. Besides, look at him! He’s an angel."

"Yeah, until bedtime," Joe muttered, earning a laugh from Dan.

"Don’t listen to your daddy," Robin said to Hayes in a sing-song voice, tickling his chubby cheek. "You’re perfect."

"Perfectly spoiled," Jamie chimed in from the couch.

"You’re one to talk," Robin shot back, narrowing her eyes at him. "I remember a certain little boy who used to demand two desserts at Thanksgiving."

"Still do," Jamie said with a grin, leaning back against the couch.

You laughed softly, watching the easy banter unfold around you. It was such a stark contrast to the usual chaos of your day-to-day life. The house felt alive but not overwhelming, full but not stifling. There was a rhythm to it, a comfort in the way everyone seemed to fall into their roles so seamlessly.

Joe caught your eye from across the room, his lips quirking into a small smile that made your heart flutter. He tilted his head slightly, silently asking if you were okay, and you gave him a reassuring nod.

"Hey," Dan said suddenly, sitting up straighter and looking between you and Joe. "You two never answered—who was Hayes’s first word gonna be for? Mom or Dad?"

You raised an eyebrow, already amused. "Isn’t it a little early for that? He’s barely babbling."

"It’s never too early to start betting," Dan said, leaning forward like he was ready to instigate. "I’m putting my money on Mom."

"Obviously," Jamie cut in. "Look at how much time Joe spends at practice. This one’s got all the one-on-one time with him." He gestured toward you with a smirk.

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence," Joe said, though he didn’t sound the least bit offended.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and unrestrained. "I think we’re all underestimating Robin here," you said, nodding toward her. "If anyone’s going to win, it’s going to be Grandma."

Robin looked up, clearly pleased. "Now, that’s what I like to hear," she said, lifting Hayes into her arms. "Tell them, sweetheart. Your first word is going to be ‘Grandma,’ isn’t it?"

Hayes let out a happy squeal, and the room erupted into laughter.

"See?" Dan said, pointing. "The kid’s already choosing sides."

It was moments like these that felt so profoundly domestic, so deeply rooted in love and connection, that you couldn’t help but feel a pang of gratitude. This was what life was supposed to feel like, you thought. The laughter, the teasing, the small moments that weren’t flashy or grand but were filled with warmth and belonging.

As the conversation shifted to old family stories—Jamie reliving his disastrous high school football days, Dan reminding Joe of his most embarrassing childhood moment—you leaned back in your chair, letting the sound of their voices wash over you.

Joe’s laugh, Hayes’s soft coos, the crackling of the fire—it all blended together into something that felt sacred. And for the first time in a long while, you let yourself fully relax, the wine warming you from the inside out as you soaked in the feeling of being surrounded by love.

It wasn’t long before the front door opened again, ushering in the kind of joyful chaos that only a late arrival of more family could bring. Dan’s wife, Emily, walked in first, balancing a casserole dish in one hand and wrangling their two kids with the other. Their little girl, Claire, darted into the house immediately, a whirlwind of energy as she flung herself into Robin’s arms, shouting, “Grandma!” Her younger brother, Ethan, clung shyly to Emily’s leg, his face half-buried in her coat, though his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

The house shifted in an instant, going from comfortably bustling to vibrantly alive. Jamie, who had been halfway through a story about Joe getting tackled during a backyard football game as a kid, was cut off mid-sentence by Claire’s shriek of delight when she spotted Hayes.

“Is that the baby?!” Claire exclaimed, rushing over to you so quickly you barely had time to laugh.

“Yes, this is Hayes,” you said, scooping him into your arms just as she reached you. “Want to say hi?”

Her eyes went wide as she nodded, standing on tiptoe to get a better look. “He’s so tiny!” she whispered, her voice full of awe. “Can I hold him?”

“Maybe in a little bit,” Emily said, swooping in to kiss Claire’s forehead before gently redirecting her. “Let’s give Auntie a little space first, okay?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Emily said to you warmly, pulling you into a one-armed hug. “You look amazing. I don’t know how you do it with a newborn.”

“Oh, I don’t,” you said with a laugh, glancing at Joe, who was now helping Ethan out of his coat. “It’s definitely a team effort.”

Joe glanced up at you, catching your eye with a soft smile, before looking down at Ethan and saying, “All right, buddy, what do you say we find a snack?”

Ethan nodded eagerly, finally warming up to the environment as Joe led him toward the kitchen, leaving you with a heart-melting view of your husband holding a tiny hand in his much larger one.

Robin, meanwhile, had taken Claire under her wing, walking her over to show her some toys she’d dug out of storage for the grandkids. Jamie and Dan were now animatedly talking over each other in the kitchen, their voices growing louder as they debated which team was better this season.

The dining table was already set for dinner, though the plates were still empty, and the smell of roasted turkey and fresh-baked rolls wafted through the air. The kids’ laughter mingled with the low hum of conversation, creating a symphony of family life that felt utterly perfect.

You leaned back against the armrest of the couch, Hayes nestled against your chest, his tiny fist curled into your sweater. The warmth of the moment settled over you like a blanket. For years, Thanksgiving had always been a holiday you loved, but this year, it felt entirely different.

This year, it wasn’t just about stepping into Joe’s family dynamic—it was about being part of it. Fully, completely.

Hayes stirred in your arms, letting out a tiny yawn, and you pressed a kiss to his soft cheek. The sounds of the house swirled around you: Jamie shouting at Dan about a botched play from years ago, Robin gently scolding Claire for nearly toppling a lamp, Joe’s deep laugh ringing out from the kitchen as he handed Ethan a cookie before dinner.

It was chaotic, yes, but it was also yours.

For the first time, you realized just how much your life had changed—and how much fuller it had become. You weren’t just visiting anymore. You were here, firmly planted in this family, and now you had your own little addition in Hayes to make it even more complete.

You took a deep breath, soaking in the moment, and when Joe reappeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a soft look on his face, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You good?” he asked quietly, nodding toward you and Hayes.

“Better than good,” you replied, your voice soft but full of meaning.

And as Joe crossed the room to press a kiss to the top of your head, the sounds of family and love filling the space around you, you couldn’t imagine life feeling any better than this.

As the remnants of Thanksgiving dinner were finally cleared away, the house slowly shifted into that post-meal lull, the kind that only happens after too much food and a full day of laughter. The dishes were stacked, the leftovers tucked neatly into the fridge, and the smell of pumpkin pie and cranberry lingered faintly in the air.

True to form, Joe and Jamie were in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and good-naturedly bickering over who was doing more work as they washed and dried dishes.

"You're just rinsing! That doesn't count as actual cleaning," Jamie quipped, flicking a soapy sponge at Joe, who dodged it easily, his laugh echoing through the house.

"I'm faster, though," Joe shot back, grinning. "If you were in charge, we'd still be on the first plate."

From your spot on the couch, you watched the exchange with a small smile, feeling the warmth of the moment settle in your chest. It was always like this—Robin ran the kitchen like clockwork, and the boys cleaned up after, bickering and laughing the whole way through. It was a system that worked, one steeped in years of tradition and familiarity, and now you were part of it.

Hayes had been fed and changed, and after a day full of passing from one adoring family member to another, he was finally fast asleep, his little cheek resting against Joe’s shoulder as he cradled him gently. Joe had scooped him up the moment he was done cleaning, murmuring something about "making sure he settles down" when in reality, you knew he just wanted to hold him a little longer.

The game was on in the background—a close one, judging by the animated way Dan and Jamie were arguing from their spots on the other side of the living room. Robin sat in her favorite chair, knitting something that looked suspiciously like a baby blanket while quietly enjoying the chaos. Claire was nestled beside her, yawning but refusing to go to bed just yet, her eyes glued to the game.

Joe finally sank down beside you, careful not to jostle Hayes, who let out a tiny sigh before burrowing further into his dad’s chest.

“You okay?” he asked softly, leaning close enough that his shoulder brushed yours.

You nodded, your heart swelling as you took in the scene around you. “Yeah. This is... really nice.”

Joe smiled, his gaze flickering to the screen where the game was heating up. “It’s the perfect ending. Well, almost.”

“Almost?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Almost. If Jamie would stop yelling about bad play calls, it’d be perfect,” he joked, his grin widening as Jamie shot him a glare from across the room.

The sounds of the game blended with the laughter, the clink of glasses, and the occasional hum of Robin’s knitting needles. It was perfectly chaotic, just as it had been all day, but now there was a softness to it, a sense of winding down and simply being.

Joe’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer as Hayes snuggled deeper into him. “I think this is my favorite Thanksgiving yet,” he murmured, his voice low and full of contentment.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words and the moment wash over you. There was nothing extraordinary about it—no grand gestures, no flashy celebrations—just family, love, and a feeling of belonging so deep it made your chest ache in the best way.

And as the night wore on, the game eventually fading to background noise, you thought about how lucky you were to call this your life, your family. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours, and it was more than enough.

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[redheadkittys]

...already one week at home again...i had a few minor seizures but the docs said that would be normal bc the medication needs a bit time to works...i feel like an very old person bc i am often fast breathless and tired...my hubby takes walks with me, entertains me and also scolds me bc i have my handy too often in hand and play games or be here looking*old habits 🙈*so i promised him to do it lesser 😗...so everything now is really on queue...i think i look only if i see notifications from all of you...

also...i lost a few followers bc i don't only post/ reblog otome😳*me looking at my description of my blog*...

...okay...well...i only can say: bye to those ppl👋...

[triumphantfury]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Get to know your mutuals and followers❤️

I already answered this once, but I can always find more things that make me happy 😊

Okay, okay… Umm… Where to start… OH!

1) Music! I love music! As someone on the high end of the spectrum, I don’t always know how to ‘feel’ emotions properly (not sure how to put it in a way that makes sense…🤷🏼‍♀️). Whether it’s happy or sad, or anything in between, music has always helped me cope with life during the times that my disfunctionally-functional brain simply can’t.

2) Quiet time. I enjoy spending time around my friends, but I’m also an extreme introvert most of the time. I love that point at the end of a busy day where you get to go home, put on some comfy sweats, make a cup of tea, and just relax. This is when I tend to do my best writing, but sometimes I also just sit in complete silence and decompress, and it’s lovely.

3) Animated movies/shows, of course. There’s certainly genres that I like more than others, but I love that you can’t really have a bad actor in a cartoon, regardless of the plot (though you can still have a crappy plot). If I’m feeling down, or just particularly overwhelmed from too much peopling, I always feel better after watching one of my faves over again for the thousandth time.

4)Tea! Goodness I love tea! I mean, I also have a crippling coffee addiction, but that’s only in the morning. Tea is my go-to for the rest of the day, and I get a weird amount of joy from finding different sampler packs so I can try new flavours. Every year at Christmas for the last 5 years, my hubby has ordered me a tea advent calendar instead of a chocolate one, and that’s just another reason why I love him.

5) Learning random facts/deep-diving into random topics. Sometimes I’ll see, hear, or read a thing, and then I’m sucked down a rabbit hole for the next month and half as I decide that I need to know everything there is to know about it right this instant. Getting to then share that knowledge with others at random times afterward is always curiously rewarding — especially if that person then gets pulled down the same rabbit hole with me 😅

[oonajaeadira]

GTTT has been such a fascinating read for me over these last months. I sometimes imagine if things would have played out differently if Preciosa was widowed, not divorced - and I say that because for me, I'm happily married, but if something awful happened and hubby was suddenly gone, then I could easily see myself needing both emotional *and* physical therapy, but I could also hear Pedro saying "Listen, I'm good at many things, but I am NOT a trauma counselor."

Hello, friend.

I think we already chatted about this in the notes for GTTT3 and I did use your ask as a bit of an inspiration for part of that fic. It's a very sorrowful ask, and I didn't know if I could dedicate a whole installment to it.

I think you're right, he's not good at being a trauma counselor. But I do think he could gauge whether or not his services could be helpful or detrimental, and try to administer them appropriately. He'd definitely listen to the client's body and assess whether moving forward into hour 2 was wise...but making sure to set up safe words and boundaries, but give them what they needed. His main objective is always rest and relaxation. The sex should be part of that, something to be enjoyed and healing, not something triggering.

I can't imagine losing my SO. I think it would be a while before I sought out services like Pats'...

[hypnofur1]

Influencing the Influencer

By Hypnofur

“I have to say, I am loving retirement. This is my first year of being retired and it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. Everyone should retire at 36!” Dan joked into the microphone. The two radio guys laughed harder than they should have. While Dan knew that regular people couldn’t retire at 36, he wasn’t joking about loving retirement. He had been playing football since second grade. He enjoyed a 15 year career in the NFL. 13 of those years were in Cincinnati, but the last two were in Kansas City… where a SuperBowl was won in his last season.

Being part of a Super Bowl team, even as a backup like Dan was by the end of his career, makes you royalty in that city for the rest of time. Heck, ask the ’85 Bears about that. Especially in cities that love their team as much as KC. Dan always wanted to win one for Cincy, the city that he truly identified as home now, but that was never even close to being in the cards.

However, Dan was the only high profile guy from the Super Bowl team to retire after the big win. The rest of the guys pretty much stayed on the team, and were in the Super Bowl again this year. As such, all the KC radio and media people were desperate for a “Chiefs Insider” to talk to. Dan was flown down to Tampa for the week to do radio, tv, etc. He was considering a career in broadcasting, so this all-expense paid trip was a nice little trial run. The only downside of it, was that Casey didn’t come with him.

Dan’s wife was going to go to Tampa with him, and make a ton of Instagram videos and posts from Tampa. She was incredibly excited about it, as was the social media company that employed her to do all these blogs. Her sweetness, honesty, great style, and knockout natural beauty was evident to anyone who saw her, whether in real life or on a screen. She had sort of become “Cincy’s Sweetheart” over the years, so when influencers became a thing, she was in high demand. The Tampa vlogs were likely going to set records for likes. However, Dan’s mom broke her ankle in a fall the week before.

Casey insisted she stay home to help Dan’s mom. This is why Dan was head over heels for her. Yes, she was gorgeous. But she was also the sweetest, most wonderful wife in the world. While all the other players would have girlfriends and hook ups in each city, Dan never did. He was completely and utterly faithful to Casey.

With all this said, while Casey didn’t go to Tampa, she had to vlog about something. Trips to Dan’s Mom’s house during the day to help her out wouldn’t make good content. Such was the topic of conversation as the couple chatted on the phone Friday morning.

“So did you find anything to vlog about?” Dan asked.

“Ugh, I think so. They really want us to push groupon experience things. They gave DeAndra groupon passes to a comedy show, so we are going to do that.” Casey told her husband. She meant to sound a bit more cheery as she did so. She was trying so hard to not show her disappointment over not being in Tampa. She didn’t want to make him feel bad.

“Oh yeah, is Darnell going? If the dude is funny, the sound of Darnell’s laugh when he gets roaring is the only thing anyone in that place is going to hear! Hopefully the dude doesn’t make Bengals jokes. Darnell will get up on that stage!” Dan laughed, as did Casey.

“Did you drink tons of water last night?” Casey asked. She was always concerned about him.

“Hahah. I did. A whole river. I’m doing good. Three more days babe, then I am home to you. I miss you so much.” Dan said, very truthfully.

“Me too. I’ll tell DeAndra and Darnell you said hi” she smiled as she hung up.

Dan missed her terribly, but he was at least pleased that he’d have her vlog to watch later that night. He loved watching those. However, it was Friday night of Super Bowl week. Dan had a whirlwind day. He was treated like a Chiefs Legend because he was wearing that Super Bowl ring. He even got invited to a dinner with Joe Montana! He couldn’t pass that up. Dinner was great. Drinks were had, and not enough water was consumed. Dan passed out when he got back to the hotel.

It was late the next morning when Dan finally awoke. He realized that he had missed Casey’s Instagram vlog. He was surprised he didn’t have a text about that from her. He checked her Insta page. There wasn’t one from last night. That was really odd. He started to get a little nervous.

He texted her. “Hi, you ok? No vlog from last night?”

Fortunately, he got an immediate return text “Just filmed it this morning. Posting now J”

That put him at ease. He took a quick shower, and then grabbed his phone to see his beautiful wife’s angelic face. She was in her car. For some reason, that’s where people filmed themselves. Dan never understood why that was a thing.

“Hey guys, its Casey! Hope you are all having a great weekend! I know it is Super Bowl weekend, and that is super exciting for tomorrow! But, I wanted to tell you guys about a great experience me and my friends had thanks to groupon last night! My hubby is out of town, and I was feeling kind of sad, but then my friends called and said they had a groupon for an awesome experience. Totally changed the course of my weekend!

So we went to Funny Bone at Liberty Center, which is such a cute place! Anyway, my friend DeAndra told me the comedian was actually a stage hypnotist named Arnold Denton, aka The Amazing Hypno-natti. When I heard hypnotist, I was freaking out! Oh, and yeah, I found the name ‘Hypno-natti’ lame as well, but trust me guys, he is soooooo amazing!

So anyway guys, when we got in, I decided to put my fear aside and volunteer. Seriously guys, it was one of the craziest experiences I’ve ever had. Before we were even brought up on stage, we had to sign a waiver that basically said the hypnotist is not responsible for any injuries that may occur and all that other fun legal stuff. Guys, believe me when I tell you that I cannot recall a moment in my in my life that I was more nervous when I was up on that stage. The hypnotist explained to us, and the rest of the audience, that what we were about to experience was extremely different. Some of us would remember exactly what happened, and some of us wouldn’t. In total, there were probably about like twenty five of us lined up in front of the stage and the audience was told to be completely silent.

Right before we began, the hypnotist told us that we would be “under” for about a half an hour, but our bodies would react as if it had been asleep for 8 hours. So crazy! From what I can remember, it went a little like this:

We were told to sit down and just relax. With our eyes closed, we were told that we should feel this ‘energy of relaxation’ that would begin to pool at our feet and then work its way up to our body. All the while, there was this really strange music that was playing and the hypnotist was talking to us. After about 5 minutes he had us open our eyes and raise our arms horizontally and lock our fingers together so that we made a ball with our fists. At this point, we are still not under, so we were all aware of our surroundings and what not. Next thing I know, Hypno-natti is coming straight down the line and thrusting our hands down into our laps and pushing our heads down onto the shoulder of the person sitting to our left. It was about my turn and the last thing I can remember about this part is him yelling “Sleep!”

After the whole intro, we woke up and he was kind of pacing the stage and the audience was giggling and stuff and I can remember being super confused. I seriously thought that the show ended and I was actually asleep the whole time. As he was pacing, he was just casually talking to the audience and then he said “spark” (what I now know is a “trigger word”) and just like that it felt as though the wrath of God had come through the leg of the chair I was sitting in and electrocuted me in the butt! It hurt so bad; not like a long pain, but just like a jolt of electricity. I stood up so fast and everybody in the place was just rolling! I looked around and it was just me and another guy standing and grabbing our butts. He did this a couple more times and then triggered some of the other people and the whole time I just remember being super confused. At one point, I remember crying, because I had fallen deeply, madly in love with him, and he was dancing with someone else. It was soo crazy guys! Long story short, the hypnotist basiscally made us his personal puppets and we were slightly embarrassed, but it was all in good fun. My friends and I totally laughed about it all night after. It was a great experience that was all made possible through groupon!! Swipe up and see what other fun experiences they can save you a ton on. Luv you guys!!!” She concluded with a kiss of her fingers then the peace sign.

Dan loved to see her and hear her voice. He was wishing it wasn’t 48 full hours until he’d get to see her again. But it was. Those 48 hours went quickly at least. Frankly, it was a whirlwind. By the time he walked in the door of his spacious Cincinnati home Monday morning, he was exhausted – but so glad to hug, squeeze, and kiss his gorgeous brunette wife.

“Tell me everything!!” Casey said as she put some coffee on. She could tell by his face that he needed it.

Dan laughed as he admitted he exhausted. It had been quite a week of late night dinners, Super Bowl parties, and media work. It was terrific, but it wiped him out. However, he happily launched into his diatribe. He told her about all the radio shows he went on, and how he even did a couple TV spots. Casey squealed when he told her that he plugged her vlogs on all the local Cincinnati shows.

“ooooh My big media mogul!” Casey flirted. Her big brown eyes gazing into Dan’s. Then her phone beeped with a text, which was a constant occurrence. She grabbed it and checked the text. It was at this point that her expression changed. She became completely focused on the phone. It was like she suddenly forgot Dan was there.

“Who’s that?” Dan asked, realizing this was strange. Was someone hurt? Was something wrong? Casey didn’t answer. She just typed a couple things on her phone, and then walked upstairs, not even addressing Dan as she left. Dan found this very strange, but he also had to pee really bad. He figured he’d see what the deal was, but had to handle that situation briefly before anything else.

Much to his shock, by the time he got up to the bedroom, Casey was naked and wearing headphones. She was sprawled out on their bed, reclining in a mound of fur pillows. Naked and eyes closed with her blue bullet vibrator that they had bought as a sexy toy at their anniversary. Dan understandably figured that this was a “welcome home” sex game. He found himself immediately getting hard.

"I’m going deeper and deeper." Casey said quietly. Dan assumed she was talking about the vibrator going into her pussy. This was unusual sex talk from her, but he was still into it.

She moans, "Going deeper and deeper. I am deeply hypnotized. "

Dan was stunned. She was sooooooo freaking sexy with a nipple in one hand and that toy teasing the other one. But what did she say? Did she say hypnotized?

“Deeply hypnotized and deep under your control.” She whispers.

Dan heard that and got more concerned, but then couldn’t help but notice that he sound of the vibrator changed! She had turned up the setting. Soon, she was pinching her breasts and her hips are starting to rock slowly. She was moaning and purring. Dan was so hard he couldn’t think straight.

Casey turned the toy up to level 3; as fast as it goes. The next 4 settings are just various combinations of the 3 vibration speeds. Her hips were moving faster, her breasts were bouncing and she was having a hard time keeping the toy on her clit. Her teeth were clenched and she could feel the orgasm start to creep over her skin. . Her chest was heaving as she changed the setting on the toy again.

Slow, Slow, Slow, medium, medium, medium, fast, fast, fast

Slow, Slow, Slow, medium, medium, medium, fast, fast, fast

Slow, Slow, Slow, medium, medium, medium, fast, fast, fast

Slow, Slow, Slow, medium, medium, medium, fast, fast, fast

With hypnotic words and commands being fed into her mind, the orgasm raced up her torso and arched her body off the bed. Her neck muscles tightened and her eyes pinched shut as she screamed out loud and held the toy in place right on top of her clit.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOhHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I server Master Hypno-natti!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I belong to Master Hypno-natti!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOHHHHMYGODMASTERRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Shock from Dan.

Awe from Dan.

Lust from Dan.

Fear from Dan.

Anger from Dan… and anger won.

He grabbed the headphones and ripped them off her. He yelled right into the microphone. “This is her husband, you sick fuck! Stay the fuck away from us, or I’ll rip your motherfucking arms off!!!!”

There was a click, and Dan knew that the person on the other end of that phone was gone. He turned his attention to Casey, who was now glistening with sweat, and still breathing heavy.

“Cay – Cay, wake up babe. Cay” he said, shaking his wife.

She eventually stirred, opened her big brown eyes and stared back at her husband. “Dan, what’s going on?” she asked.

“This is going to sound nuts, babe. But I think the hypnotist from the other night, like triggered you into masturbating for him on the phone.” Dan explained carefully. He wasn’t sure how his Catholic, surprisingly conservative wife would handle this manipulation.

He watched her face as the realization of what happened washed over her. He held his breath as he expected the tears to start rolling. Instead, she looked at him wide eyed. Then her beautiful big brown eyes slowly went down to his crotch.

“I missed you” she whispered, as she stared at her husband’s erection.

Confusion from Dan.

Fear from Dan.

Love from Dan.

Lust from Dan… and lust won.

He went down and made love to his wife. They kissed passionately, like the reunited lovers they were. Dan couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. He couldn’t wait any longer, and inserted himself right into his wife’s already very wet pussy. He glided right in. He didn’t last long in there. Within 30 seconds, he had finished. Casey giggled and gave him a loving hug. He crashed on to the bed beside her. Planning to only take a minute to catch his breath and then have a talk with his wife about the whole hypnotist thing, Dan accidentally fell sound asleep. The crazy week of the Super Bowl was just too much. He was out like a light, he didn’t even hear Casey get a text...

Dan slept for a good two and a half hours. He woke up to Casey lovingly rubbing his back.

“Hey babe, if you sleep too long, you won’t be able to get to sleep tonight. Your schedule will be all wacky.” She said lovingly. He knew she was right. She was always taking care of him.

Dan turned around in the bed and smiled at his beautiful wife. She had gotten freshened up, her clothes were back on and she was all together. God, she was so beautiful. Like a brunette angel.

“Hey, try this” she said, handing Dan a cup of tea. “It is a new chamomile tea they want us to vlog about. It’s actually reeaalllly good!” Casey said excitedly. Dan took the tea and tried it. He wasn’t a tea guy, but… anything for Casey.

“Hey, look babe, we have to talk about that Hypno-natti guy. I think he’s like still playing with your head” Dan said. He had always been direct. “When I came upstairs, you were on the phone with him I think, and you were, you know…”

“Playing with myself?” Casey said with a devilish, but so cute grin. She didn’t usually say things like that.

“Yeah” Dan said, surprised she said that out loud. He felt his dick stir a bit.

“Seriously babe, you are going to love that tea” Casey encouraged. Dan took another sip. It was pretty good.

“So, that was hot to see, I’ll admit, but you can’t have some guy like… controlling you to do sex stuff” Dan said, surprised he needed to map it out to her to this point.

Casey nodded. Then she looked at the bed sheet starting to tent around Dan’s groin. She laughed. “Well well, me thinks he doth protest too much” she teased. “OMG, I forgot to tell you. I saw the BEST movie on HBO Max when you were gone!” she said exuberantly.

“HBO Max? Babe, we should really deal with this hypnotist thing.” Dan said, what the hell was going on? His head was feeling a bit tingly. Boy, he must still be tired.

“I know Dan, and we will. I’m sorry, I have just missed you soo much. I saw this movie, and it was like, really sexy. And I can see that you are, you know… turned on right now” she said as she gently stroked his growing hard on.

“We can deal with this hypno stuff later. But right now, I am in the mood, and you are in the mood, and I want to show you the sexiest things I’ve ever seen on screen. Finish your tea and we can check this out” Casey said as she leaned into a sensual kiss with her husband.

Dan was a very smart man. He went to Notre Dame. He knew something was seriously fucked up here. But he was a MAN. And the curiosity of what kind of movie could have been so hot that it got her acting like this was just too curious for him to ignore. Against his better judgement, he let his beautiful wife lead him to their home theater room. He felt his head spin as he stood up from the bed.

“Take a seat in the middle” Casey directed with another long sensual kiss before turning on the surround sound and the media player. Dan’s eyes were glued to her. She was walking around such sexy confidence. He had never seen her like this. What the hell was in this movie???

Satisfied that the AV system was on and playing, Casey sat down in the large velvet chair next to her husband’s. The giant screen was black for a while, and Dan noticed that there was a humming coming from the speakers. The humming was vibrating through this very core. It felt… warm? Was that right? Soon there was a black and white spiral on the screen. What kind of HBO Max thing is this? Dan thought. Then he remembered the hypnotist. Wait, what the fuck? He went to protest, but he was becoming enthralled by the whirling spiral that had become the only thing in the room. He could feel it hypnotizing him, warm waves of relaxation moving out from it into his opening mind. Hypnotizing him. Hypnotizing Casey. Hypnotizing them with the way it spun around and around, always going deeper.

This was how it felt to be hypnotized? Dan thought to himself. He never could have dreamed how nice it was. How good it felt to be under hypnosis, under hypnotic control. He knew who the voice belonged to now, that it was Hypno-natti talking to them as they watched in a deep hypnotic state. Hypno-natti was amazing! Sooo amazing. Hypno-natti was the master of the fascinating, hypnotic spiral that controlled their minds.. He was telling them that it was time to submit their entire mind and body now, to go into a trance.

Dan knew he didn’t want to do that, but he felt a deep desire to obey, an overwhelming urge to submit. Pleasing Hypno-natti was most important. To go into a trance for Hypno-natti. Hypno-naitti’s voice was telling them to prepare to surrender totally to his hypnotic power. The spiral was turning faster now. Dan felt all his thoughts begin to move down into it. He could feel the intense hypnotic influence reaching out for his mind and he couldn’t help but submit. Faster and faster, round and round. He was falling into it. Falling faster and faster. She could see only an endless spiral in front of him now, a deep whirling tunnel that pulled him in as he stared into it. Hypno-natti’s voice was controlling their thoughts, hypnotizing them into total obedience.. There was only the spiral. And the voice. The whirling spiral. The soothing voice. Hypno-natti’s voice. Their master. Dan knew he must obey. Casey knew she must obey her master. They were hypnotized, so deeply and completely.

Next thing Dan knew, he was somehow in the foyer. When had he left the theater room? There was a knock at the door. He answered. There was a small scrawny guy about 10 years older than him standing in the doorway.

“Can I help you?” Dan asked, his head still cloudy.

“I’m the Amazing Hypno-natti” the man said. His majestic voice now very familiar to the former NFL start. “Invite me in” he commanded.

“Please, come in” Dan said immediately, stepping out of the way.

Casey had entered the foyer when she heard the knock. When she saw Hypno-natti, she was immediately overcome with desire. He was soooo sexy. The sexiest man ever born. She immediately felt her pussy moisten and her nipples get sensitive. She flirtatiously played with her hair and smiled at him.

“Hello my darling Casey” he said as he took her in. She was so incredibly beautiful with her gorgeous brunette hair, big brown eyes, and perfect trim figure.

Dan knew this wasn’t right. He could sense the attraction between them. What the hell? She was his wife. “Look buddy, I-”

“Dan, go into trance” Hypno-natti said authoritatively. Dan said nothing, but his hands fell to his sides.

“Casey, I am your Master. You desire me above anything else.” Hypno-natti said, feeling very confident that both parties in the couple were completely under his hypnotic sway.

He moved into Casey, kissing her neck gently. She was too lost in him to look over at her husband, who was still still standing next to her with a glazed, entranced look in his eyes.

At Hypno-natti’s direction, the three went upstairs to the bedroom. At this point, the hypnotist commanded Dan. "Take off your wife’s pants and panties”.

Dan rose to action slowly. "Yes, Sir," he said in a soft, deferential voice as he knelt in front of her and pulled down the black yoga pants and little satin panties that were meant for his homecoming.

“Lay her on the bed” Hypno-natti said as he took off his own pants. Dan complied and then went to stand up against the wall when instructed to do so. All this, despite the 10 or so inches of height and almost 150lbs of muscle that Dan had on the hypnotist.

Hypno-natti descended upon her, his face directly in front of hers. His eyes boring into her own. "Submit to my influence, Casey. Submit to my hypnotic power. Submit to Hypno-natti. Submit to hypnosis” he said as he again rhythmically put his cock against her body.

"Very, very good, Casey. You're blissfully floating, deeply in my erotic thrall, open to all my commands. Feeling so wonderful as you obey me. Realizing now that nothing seems important but obeying me, because it feels so wonderful, so sexual. You want the sexy feeling of obeying me, don't you, Casey?"

"Yes. I want to obey." She repeated happily, lost in lust.

"Very good Casey. The more obedient you are, the more wonderful you will feel. Only pleasing me matters now, nothing else. All you want now is the wonderful, sexual, floating feeling of obeying my voice. All you want is to be deeply under my control and to obey me. Tell me now what you want, Casey."

"Deeply under your control. Obey you."

"Do you want me inside you?" he asked the hypnotized wife.

"Yes!" Casey answered, no longer caring for her dignity, her marriage, or for anything but the prospect of being ravished by her master.

The man poked the head of his penis against her quivering opening, slight hip movements just threatening to penetrate her, but not quite.

"Tell your husband how badly you want me to fuck you."

Casey shut her eyes, ashamed of the words she knew she had to offer. "I want him to fuck me!" she offered to the room.

The man pushed her head to the side, making her stare at her husband, still standing against the wall, his penis slowly inching its way to a semi-erection with the spectacle. "Say, 'Dan, I need Hypno-natti’s hypnotic dick inside me.'"

"Honey!" she mustered. Pausing, unbelieving of her own abandon. "I need Hypno-natti’s hypnotic big dick inside me! I neeeed it!!"

With one sharp thrust, the man invaded her with the full length of his modest cock, and Casey cried out in surrender at the explosion of pleasure. He brought his face down to hers, leaning in as if to kiss her, his breath hot on her face, and slowly slid his dick out, his rock-hard shaft grinding against her achingly swollen G-spot. As she raised her lips to accommodate him, he pulled his face away teasingly and thrust himself violently into her again, eliciting another loud pre-orgasmic cry. For what seemed like an eternity, they kept up this erotic dance of desire and denial, his hands caressing her hair, the almost gentle play of his face so close to hers contrasting exquisitely with the force of his thrusts. Finally, he brought his lips to meet hers and kissed her deeply, the lustiness of his tongue's exploration telling her that he was just as aroused by her as she was by him. His cock driving into her more insistently now, faster, even deeper it seemed.

And she loved it - there was no use denying it to herself. The hypnotic power of his eyes, their entrancing gaze. Now the hypnotist was pulling her head back by her hair as he fucked her, running his tongue up and down her neck. Then unleashing her and licking her all over her face. Making her feel so owned. The pressure inside building now to unbearable intensity, the edge of orgasm too much to stand. "Oh... my... God!" she stammered.

The man now gripping the slats of the headboard as leverage to drive himself into her with as much force as he could. He wrapped his small ams around her, squeezing her to him, her tits pressed against his chest, making her feel what strength he had as he continued fucking her just as hard as he could. She wrapped her arms around her Master, wanting to feel him as much as possible.

“Cum for me now my pet and tell me that you now belong to me!” Hypno-natti grunted.

In a burst of mind-shattering pleasure, Casey felt every muscle in her body violently contract upon his words. Her nerves screamed in ecstasy. A long, wailing scream shaping the breath that rushed out of her lungs, forming finally into words..."

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMMMMIIIIIIING!!!!IIIIMMMM YOURRRRSSS!!!"

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A week later…

“Hey guys! This is Casey. We are half way through February. I can almost smell the spring! Anyway, I want to tell you guys about something that I am soooo into right now. I’ve been totally improving myself through hypnosis. You guys might remember one of my earlier vlogs where I talked about a totally fun stage show I went to starring the Amazing Hypno-natti. Well, I’ve been working with him one on one on a ton of stuff and he is totally helping me with his incredible hypnosis skills. Dan too! So, swipe up to learn more about Hypno-natti. He has both sessions and videos available. And you can even find where you can try some of his unbelievable chamomile tea. Guys, it is sooo good! More vlogs coming this week, don’t forget to like and subscribe Luv you guys!!!” She concluded with a kiss of her fingers then the peace sign.

[parkjess]

How would ASTRO propose to you:

Myungjun:

Idk why but I see Myungjun dating for quite a long time before proposing like 5+ years because he wants to experience the ‘real life’ with you before jumping into that kind of commitment and having kids, but ofcourse he can’t wait to start a family with you and be a great husband and father. It was a random weekend where your parents invited the two of you for a family dinner, little did you know it wasn’t a random weekend.

The first moment you announced Myungjun the exciting news of going to your parents house for a fancy dinner, he took the opportunity to do THE thing he was thinking about for a while now but waited for the perfect moment, and here it was. He called your mother two days before the dinner night because he couldn’t help his excitement anymore and had to share it and so it will not be a complete shock to your mother.

The big day came.

“Baby,” you answer the phone as your hubby calls you by his favorite nickname. -“Hey, what’s up? I’m on my way hon’.” You reply, he told you he was going to wait for you at your parents’ place. “Oh okay, I’ll see you in a few then, love you.” He said as a huge smile plastered on his face, and hung up. Myungjun wasn’t the type to be nervous usually because of his extroverted personality but oh he couldn’t hold his heart in place now. When you arrived, you could notice something strange is happening, and see a complete new living room from the big window your parents had. What the hell is going on? You thought and looked again at the number of the house to make sure you’re at the right place, even though it’s the place you grew up in. “Y/n, you’re here.” You’re mother greeted you as you came in, just to meet the person your heart belongs to, in a beautiful suit you bought him not long ago, and a bouquet of flowers. -“Myungj... honey, what is going on?” You asked with your eyebrows furrowed while your hubby walks up to you, taking a piece of your hair and placing it behind your ear, while staring at you with a precious smile and sparkle in his eyes. “Y/n, my sweetheart. I love you.” He says simply and then pushes his hand into the jacket’s inside pocket. Takes out a small blue box, and your tears start to fill your eyes. He kneels down on his left knee, opens the box and asks, “Will you be mine forever?”

Jinwoo:

Your long time boyfriend took you to a yacht vacation you both needed since you two were working forever now and needed to clean your heads from everything and just enjoy each other’s company.

It wasn’t something unusual but it was just too quite. Your relationship is always full of excitement and everybody can see and hear your love even though neither of you likes being clingy in public, you are most like to show affection when the two of you are alone, like now in the beautiful, relaxing vacation your amazing boyfriend planned for the two of you. It was that perfect time where the sunset is close but it’s still light, he called you to come out of the inside of the yacht and you did.

There he is, your extremely hot boyfriend, dressed in a luxurious suit that makes him look like he bought this yacht. And you try your best to not push him inside the yacht and kiss him. But he had other plans for you.

“Babe, you look so beautiful,” he smirked. I repeat, HE SMIRKED. -“oh do I?” You tease him while walking up the stairs he stood on, reaching the last one and he stops you. “Wait, look.” He turns you around by your shoulders to face the beautiful sunset. The cold breeze hits your face slightly as you fascinated by the view, you turn around to face your boyfriend again. -“Jinwoo, baby what are you-“ you had to look down at your boyfriend since he sat on one of his knees, pulling out a little red box out of his pocket, opening it. “I want you. I want you to watch the sunset with me everyday for the rest of our lives. I want you to marry me Y/n, will you?”

Dongmin:

As fancy as the person, as fancy as the restaurant he will propose to you at.

He knew what he wanted and how he wants to propose to you since he first met you. Both of you were the perfect couple, everyone else would look at you and be jealous, not only because you’re dating this handsome guy but also jealous because he has you in his life. And he was SO damn thankful for having you.

He ordered this Friday night at this fancy restaurant only for the two of you, it’s your 3rd anniversary as a couple today and it wanted to make it special. Especially since the last two anniversaries went wrong because both of you were busy with work and could really celebrate on the exact day, so it was a makeup anniversary he hoped you will never forget.

There was great music, great food and the most important, your great boyfriend looking all handsome, even more than usual (if that’s possible). At the end of the dinner you went to the restroom to fix your lipstick, when you came back you saw his face, he was looking exhausted (exactly like in the pic above), leaning his cheek on the suitcase handle he had with him since it was a weekend in a different city he planned for you two. Sitting back on your sit, your eyes fall on a small, opened ring box he put there on purpose. But where the hell is the ring? You thought, probably someone just put it there.

“Sweetie,” he takes your hand in his, you immediately face him at once. Oh he just, he kneel down, getting closer to your sit with the ring in his other hand. “Happy anniversary sweetheart. I promise to take care of you forever if you agree. So, will you let me?”

Moonbin:

Dude, he be classic and fantastic.

You and you’re boyfriend went on a first perfect date at the beach, it was night time, after the sun decided she is tired and fell asleep. Although you are not a big fan of watching the ocean at night, it was truly perfect, for the both of you.

This is also the place he stole your first kiss. Romantically beautiful. Or beautifully romantic.

You haven’t been dating for a life time now, but he sees these last two years enough for asking you to be his wife, both of you had the feeling like you two know each other for years, when you just started dating. And the love feels endless.

He took you to another date night at the beach, the place where you fell in love, kisses for the first time, and in general, like to spend time together at. -“it’s so cold, don’t you think?” You continue walking on your own as your boyfriend stays behind you, leaving your hand. “Are you cold?” He smiles at you, you literally start to shiver from the cold wind hitting your clothes and hair. You nod your head as he stops again behind you, “Y/n,” he calls your name softly, you turn around, your arms are wrapped in each other. He kneels on the cool sand, the ocean that comes to its end- the shore, has the gentle, favorite sound of yours as you watch your boyfriend. The tears are coming down from your eyes probably because of the weather being too cold for your liking, but also because you get emotional. -“Bin-ah...” you whisper, the sound of your teeth hitting each other definitely can be heard. He holds your hand and shows you the ring that is stuck in the little box. “Y/n, I think we had so many beautiful days in this place, to this view and sound. Will you accept my request to marry you, to this beautiful view?” Well, your body was freezing, but your heart couldn’t feel any warmer.

Minhyuk:

God damn let’s get married here and now don’t even kneel down. Oki shut up.

Park Minhyuk as being your favorite person in the whole world, had so many things in common with you and it made you fall for him even more everyday.

You are dating for 4+ years, enjoying each other’s company, you love to tell him how was your day and he loves to listen to your voice, and don’t even get me telling how much you love to hear his beautiful voice and stories.

One of your common passions was exploring beautiful places, except for each other’s hearts. Both of you LOVED nature. For all of its kinds. But especially trees, green views and flowers, He always took you on your free days to explore new places with lots of trees in, a place you can see the beautiful creations of god with god’s most beautiful creation- Park Minhyuk. You were having fun always when you were together, taking LOTS of pictures of each other in the breathtaking views. He suddenly sat on the damp, deep green grass to try a new pose for the pics. So you followed to be the same height as he is now. He’s all giggly because of how much of effort you make to get the best shots of him, his giggles are music to your ears. Aigoo, this guy is really unbelievable. He was pushing himself with one hand to help himself stand up, when suddenly the ‘low battery’ bubble appeared, you tried to cover your phone with your hand to see better since the sun reflected on the screen. You lift your head to face your boyfriend when you see he adopted a new pose, sitting on one knee, his hand is stuck in the pocket of his jeans, searching for someth- here it is. “Baby,” his husky voice calls, You are still sitting on the grass, busy in your own phone, not realizing what minhyuk is up to. Facing him again, one of your hands is sent to your mouth as you try to calm down yourself, which not really worked. He opens the little red, heart shaped ring box. (I’m not here don’t look for me). -“Oh my goodness, no minhyuk!” You start to cry, throwing your phone on the grass to cover your eyes with both your hands in disbelief. He smiles his big, joyful smile and grabs your hand away from your face. “Baby, I love you. Will you be my drama queen forever?” He jokes as you both laugh, you nod, handing him your hand and he slips the ring into your finger. (Sorry not sorry for writing the “yes I do” thing only for minhyuk it got me so emotional I’m out.)

Sanha:

It’s your birthday, usually your boyfriend calls you at 11:59 to wish you a happy birthday a minute before it even starts.

But today, last night, it didn’t happen. Actually, it’s the middle of the day and he didn’t even texted or answered any of your calls. So he decided to broke up with my on my birthday with not even breaking up? You thought.

You decide to call Myungjun who already wished you happy birthday, he and all of your mutual friends, except for your beloved boyfriend. “Hey y/n, What’s up?” Myungjun answers. You can hear the familiar sound of sanha’s voice in the background. -“I- wait IS THAT SANHA TALKING?” You say furiously and loud enough for him to hear from Myungjun’s phone. And the moment you mention that, there’s complete silence. -“What the heck? I’m on my way.” You declare and hang up. While being on your way to ASTRO’s dorm, you texted sanha: ‘If you have something to tell me, just do it now. Don’t feel pity for me just because it’s my birthday.��

Your blood felt like boiling inside of your body and your heart couldn’t stop it’s heavy pounding. Going up the stairs to their dorm, you meet a tall figure in front of you. Lifting your head. Yoon sanha.

“Are you mad at me?” He speaks up, softly, all gentle and dressed up with a suit. His hand is stuck in the right pocket of his pants. -“Why didn’t you call me ba- where the hell do you think you are going with that suit?” It’s a suit you chose for him. “Y/n...” he steps in closer to you. -“WHAT!” You yell at him, all angry and upset because he forgot your birthday. Little did you know... “Happy birthday.” He leans in to kiss your lips while cupping your face. God damn it. It made you forget every other emotion you felt towards him, except for love. He pulls back slowly, lips still plumpy and against yours, until he kneels down, finally taking the ring out of his pocket. “I know you don’t wanna listen, so just answer. Will you marry me?”

Asdfhjhgjkjhygklyh Yoon sanha shut up

[caitlinsnicket]

Heroic entrance

Request: Lee Scoresby imagine w/fem!reader please! You're an explorer, and married to Lee (and an old friend of Iorek's), you've been up north for some time when Lee is travelling to see Iorek and after Lee and the Gyptians run into some TarTars, you swoop in and kick some serious ass, and reunite with Lee! + How he introduces you to the Gyptians / meeting Iorek again ? Basically proud hubby Lee!

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Y/N, John Faa, Lyra Belaqua, Iorek Byrnison.

Warnings: Canonical violence. I think that’s all.

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Y/N.

A/N: I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO FINISH THIS! But a lot of things have happened these days, and I’m going to be even more busy in th beginging of this month, but I promise I’ll do all requests I’ve gotten. Feel free to like, reblog or leave a comment! Also, requests are (still) open (even though I take some time to do them)!

While they walked through the ice, snow, and wind, Lee took a picture out of his coat pocket. In the picture, he, Hester, you and D/N hugged each other, smiling at the camera with winter clothes. He missed you like hell, as it had been a couple of months since you had seen each other. When he sent you a letter telling you about his plan to rescue Iorek, you had been pretty positive about it, encouraging him to go there and help the bear. After all, you and Iorek were good friends too.

“Who’s the pretty woman in the picture?” Noticing the little girl beside him, Lee hands the piece of paper to Lyra, who looks at it curiously as if analyzing them.

“Y/N Scoresby. My wife. She would’ve come with me on this trip, but she was already in the North when I left. It’s been two months, and we miss her. You would like her, you two have a very similar personality” He takes the picture away from the hands of a very stunned Lyra.

Not that she imagined Lee alone in the balloon all his life, but having a wife was something she didn’t expect from him. And you were breathtaking, and Lyra dared to compare you to Mrs. Coulter. Though,, your beauty was kinda different: a more wild, savage, free, as if it had time and space to grow as it pleased. Mrs. Coulter's beauty was a cold one, that could trick anyone into trusting her. A more composed, perfect, hard beauty.

The moment Lyra was going to ask more questions about you to Lee, who still had a lovesick look in his face (probably remembering the day you two took that picture), a gunshot was heard ahead of them, and everybody got alert. Lee took his gun from his belt and pulled Lyra behind me, Hester moving her ears around trying to catch any movements. Then, men started to show from afar and from the snowdrifts. Not just any men: tartars.

“Lee! Protect Lyra, and get behind me” Iorek yelled, quickly putting his helmet on again, running in the direction of the men with their wolf daemons. The gyptians fought too, with guns, swords, and short knives. Slowly but effectively the tartars started to back down or to fall in the ground, their daemons vanishing into an explosion of dust, mixing themselves with the snow that started to fall. 

Lyra was glued to Lee’s back, and Pantalaimon hid into her neck, taking the form of a small mouse. Lee shot sometimes, and soon everything went silent again, people looking for any harm on each other. Lee rushed to check on Lyra, and when she seemed alright, he relaxed, but it didn’t last long, as three Tartars emerged out of nowhere pointing their swords to Lee.

It was the end, he thought. He would die there, without looking at your face one last time, not getting to say goodbye. At least he was going to be able to protect Lyra. It would be the end. His life would have ended right there, at that exact moment.

If it wasn’t for one person. A figure knocked off one of them right way, with one punch, the second following soon after with a hit from a piece of wood. The figure’s daemon jumped on the last tartar’s daemon, sticking it to the ground, giving the figure time to knock him in the ground and suffocate him ‘till unconsciousness. At the end of the fight, the figure pushed a strand of H/C hair out of their face.  

Lee, for one second, didn’t process what just happened. Then, when your figure turned to him, D/N sniffing the air looking for more tartars, Lee let out an exclamation that made your stomach ache with butterflies and happiness. Your smile was so big, he could have sworn all the snow around him melted. Like it was the sun itself. Like you were a goddess, sent from the Authority to bless his life. He got off the ground and ran to you, spinning you around while you giggled. You two spent far too much time without each other for your own goods.

“I read your last letter on time and figured out where you would be. Thank god I arrived in time” you say gently, cupping his cheeks and resting your forehead against his “I’m going to stay with you now. You visibly need some assistance”.

Lee smiled his arms around your waist, holding you tightly against him. With a silent agreement, he locked his lips to yours. Massaging your lips slowly, taking it all in, your hands burying themselves into his hair. His tongue passed through your bottom lip, and you let him assert his dominance into your mouth. But before you two could deepen the kiss, a cough is heard.

"I'm glad you are safe Y/N. It's good to see you again. You as well, D/N" Iorek's deep voice said, getting closer and taking off his helmet so you could see him better. Without a second thought, you launched yourself into the bear's neck, hugging him tightly. He breathed heavily into your hair but leaned into your embrace anyway. You two had gone through some things together just like he and Lee, so your bond with him was as strong as his bond with Lee.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this… heated reunion, but care to tell who is this, aeronaut?” John Faa asked, still in his defensive mode, standing between you two and the rest of the group.

Reluctantly, Lee let you go but took a look at your necklace with your marriage ring ranging on it. Then, he knew everything would be alright.

“This is Y/N. She’s an explorer, aeronaut, intelligent, beautiful woman. Oh yeah, she’s also my wife. Don’t worry, we can trust her” You smile firmly at the man, extending your hand for him to shake. When he does, he lets Lee tell you all the details of their mission, and in the meantime you two exchange pecks here and there.

At the moment your group settles a camp for the night, you two are around a fire, and Lee has presented you to everybody there. You were starting to get embarrassed by all the attention, and when he left to pick something from the balloon, you sit alone in front of the said fire. D/N by your side, almost sleeping, didn’t notice the approach of someone else.

“You are the woman in the picture Mr. Scoresby showed me. His… wife” a little girl asked you, her daemon sniffing D/N silently, trying to earn a reaction from him “My name is Lyra”.

“Yeah, I’m his wife. So you are the famous Lyra. Lee wrote about you in his letters. He said I would like you. That you were smart and witty, that we were alike. He also said you liked to cause trouble” you whisper the last part, playing with her “In that, we are very alike”.

Lyra smiles at you and looks into the fire, uncertain of what to say. You were nothing like Mrs… Like her mother. You were sat with your legs spread wide, your hair messed up and freely flying in the soft wind, a playful smile in your lips. Your daemon looked relaxed as well, wild and dangerous but gentle at the same time. Lyra knew it wasn’t smart, but she already felt like she could trust you.

“I never thought I would get so far up in the north” She, shyly, tried to start a conversation “It is certainly colder than we thought”.

You smile at her lightly flushed cheeks. Then, you decide to tell her the story of the first time you went north, just you and your father. Then you proceeded to tell her how you and Lee met, how it was when D/N settled, how you almost got killed once while traveling to Madagascar. Her eyes were shining with wonder, and she admired you. Without realizing, Lee sat by your side, watching you with lovesick eyes as you told her stories.

“What is it, love?” You ask, your grin growing wider as you looked at him. Love and adoration, all over his face.

“Nothing. I just missed you. And, to be honest, your heroic entrance was kinda hot”.

The three of you laughed, and you two kept telling Lyra stories until she fell asleep and you had to bring her inside your tent. She fell asleep dreaming about traveling the world, maybe with you two by her side. And Lee couldn’t be prouder.

[killshield]

            they’ve become quite the paradox. shield, unironically, and spear; unstoppable force and immovable object. two incompatible premises with an uncanny ability to piss each other off. 

            the intel that had fallen into ward’s lap two weeks prior would have been inconsequential to anyone else. it was an easy connection to make: one of sunil bakshi’s close associates, a low - ranking member of old hydra, apprehended by SHIELD agents during a routine sweep of a former base of operations. ward harbored no delusions as far as allegiance went; what he’d done to bakshi was enough incentive for anyone to flip. no coincidence that this follows so closely on the heels of roman briggs’ jailbreak. coulson needed the excuse, and ward’s schedule happened to have an opening. 

            a change in the very air between them as soon as they’re alone. charged; alive, like the air before a storm.

            alone. curious, ward notes, that coulson doesn’t hide behind deathlok this time.

            he holds up a photograph, a full - color freeze - frame printed off the footage from a surveillance camera. not an accident: a challenge. 

            “nice glamour shot,” he says dryly. 

            ward smiles. “should’ve had it framed. not my best angle, but —”

            “c’mon, ward.” what curves the line of coulson’s mouth isn’t amusement. “let’s skip the pleasantries. we both know you’re not that modest. you wanted my attention? congrats. you got it. now tell me what you want with briggs.” 

            “it’s funny,” ward muses, disregarding the second half entirely, “you say that like i ever lost your attention in the first place. and here i thought you had bigger fish.”

            “it’s a wide net.” 

            “is it.”

            “you exposed yourself to break him out of a secure facility crawling with agents, most of whom would kill to see you back in a cage. why?” 

            again, the question is ignored. “you tried that. didn’t work out so well.”

            “you wanna know what i think?”

            “not really.”

            another tiny, humorless uptick. coulson leans forward on the table, wary, measured where ward is relaxed. 

            “i think you might be just deranged enough to believe you’re actually doing him some sort of favor. that in your own backwards, twisted way, you’re setting him free, when all you’ve really done is take away his only chance at starting over.” 

            deranged. deluded. same song, ward thinks disinterestedly; different verse, albeit only by a key or two, if that. his brow arcs. 

            “right. a clean break, no more looking over his shoulder — sounds familiar. it’s a good speech. almost had me fooled the first time around. second time, not so much. don’t patronize me, coulson. SHIELD was neutralizing a threat, nothing more, nothing less.” 

            “and you took it upon yourself to willfully unleash that threat,” coulson says. “so i’ll ask again — why? i’m sure you did your homework. roman briggs is an unknown variable, a powder keg ready to go off. some might say he’s a liability. i know you, ward. you’re way too calculated to bet on that kind of horse.”

            “see, that’s the difference between us.” ward cants his head a fraction of an inch to one side, arm poised, elbow bent, along the back of his chair. “where you saw a wild animal that needed breaking, all i saw was potential. an opportunity.” 

            “an opportunity for what? don’t tell me loyal henchmen are in such short supply these days that hydra’s resorted to bargain - hunting from SHIELD holding cells. oh, speaking of —”

            “henchmen, or shopping trips? sounds like a date.” 

            “loyalty. you’re already slipping. how do you think i managed to track you down?”

            “educated guess — ? bakshi’s guy folded like a cheap suit the moment you promised him protection. how’s he enjoying SHIELD custody so far?” 

            “you’re good.” 

            “and you’re predictable. you didn’t just come here to talk about briggs, and you definitely didn’t come without backup.”

            a grim smile, peppered with skepticism. “but i’m supposed to believe you did?”

            “well — yes and no.” something almost metallic flickers behind ward’s eyes, a hollow - point spark. slow pull to draw a cellphone from his pocket, his opposite palm mildly raised at the spasm of movement across from him: coulson, on reflex, twitching toward a weapon. ward regards him with another scant raise of brows and connects the call with the successive press of two buttons, then a third to put it on speaker. still watching coulson, he says, to the receiving end, “how are we looking?”

            roman’s voice. calm, steady. “target secured. ready to move on your signal.”

            coulson boomerangs his focus; ward, down to the phone, up again to ward.

            “good. hold position and wait for the green light.” the way his mouth curves at each corner isn’t a smile, not even the facsimile of one. it’s a quiet taunt, preceding the ghost of something thoughtful that falls short of sincere. “you know, SHIELD still has a surprising number of active safe houses, and most of them really aren’t that hard to find. couldn’t have been fury, he was too cloak - and - dagger for that. so it must’ve been your call, huh? pretty careless, director. seems you’re already slipping.”

            a muscle tic. the flare of both nostrils. otherwise, coulson is composed; ward will give him that. “quit screwing around, ward — what did you do?”

            “yeah, i don’t screw around, you of all people should know that. and i haven’t done anything, at least — not yet. if he doesn’t hear from me in the next fifteen minutes, though,” he gestures with each hand, a blown out breath, mimicking an explosion. “different story. you’ll be down half a dozen agents, just like that. good people, too. i checked. so, the question is, are you willing to make that sacrifice just to take me in? you know you won’t be able to hold me. you never could.”

            “you’re bluffing.”

            “like i was bluffing with may’s ex - hubby? c’mon, coulson. maybe it’s been a while since we’ve exchanged christmas cards, but things haven’t changed that much.”

            no. they’re past that. 

            “okay.” aside from the shadow that crosses his gaze and the barely perceptible curl of his lip, coulson maintains neutrality. or what passes for it. "then answer me one thing.”

            a beat. ward waits, unmoved. 

            “what’s randall prescott have to do with any of this? what was so important that you and briggs went all the way to portugal to murder a guy who’s been off the radar for years? i’ve seen briggs’ file — they were in the same orphanage, back in the day, but after that, it’s quiet. no connections, or none that left a paper trail. so what is it about him? what’s the significance of executing a defected hydra agent and his wife in cold blood? on their anniversary, no less, but you probably knew that.”

            “they had a falling out.” in deference to coulson’s look, he elaborates, “prescott and briggs. wanted to reconnect, dig right down into the roots of their true feelings. i’m not a shrink, but i really think they made some progress.”

            “ah — so that’s what this is.” the look shifts from uneasily perplexed to comprehending, disparaging. “a revenge kick, just like you manipulated agent 33 into. figures. i mean, after you shot her to death, you were a clyde without his bonnie. should’ve known it was only a matter of time before you found yourself a replacement.”

            the first slip of emotion — visceral, raw, but securely contained, effectively distilled — comes out in the brusque undercurrent of a scathing tone. “and what about you, coulson? you find your replacement yet, or can you still not shake the memory of rosalind bleeding out in your arms?”

            a mirrored response. “i’m not the one who slaughtered her, you sick son of a bitch.”

            “but she’d be alive if it weren’t for you. let’s skip the pleasantries.” ward’s jaw works at the curve, hard and sharp. the hint of a sneer. “as for what happens next, you have two choices. i get up, and i walk out, and you tell your reinforcements to stand down — or, six SHIELD agents pay the price. they’ll die quick, which is more than i can say for you. so what’ll it be? we’ve got about,” he tips his wrist, checks his watch, “nine minutes left. and trust me when i say, he isn’t the ‘no news is good news’ type.” 

            “you’re not walking out of here, ward. i won’t make that mistake again. it’s over.”

            “shoot me, then,” ward invites, arms spread as he rises to a stand. “end it, right here, right now. you’ll still lose some of your people, but ...”

            “i’m never gonna stop,” coulson levels out, as he, too, gets to his feet; levels, although emphasis catches on every word like his tongue is serrated, “you do know that, don’t you? that for the rest of your short, miserable life — no matter what you do, ward. no matter where you go, or how far you run, i will always be right behind you.”

            “and that’s just it, coulson.” ward lowers his arms and smiles. no warmth reaches his eyes, nor the deep well of shadow around them. “you’ll never be able to catch up.”

            he moves, and almost anticipates coulson to follow. 

            he moves, and almost expects an icer to the back. maybe a real bullet. maybe they’re past that, too. 

            he moves, and coulson stays. 

            at the door, he pauses to catch coulson’s eye one last time. 

            “give my best to the team,” he says. “you know — for old time’s sake. i’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon.” 

[fyrecrafted]

Knitting (Tom x Reader Fic)

A few weeks ago you found out that you and Tom were expecting your first child. The excitement you both had could light up an entire city. You both planned on waiting until after your first trimester, the most dangerous and common time to miscarriage, to make this new public... but Tom is fucking adorable and spoiled the news in an unexpected way. 

Tom loved your passion for making things. He had, on more than one occasion, shown off socks you had made him during interviews. It had become a joke with a few of the late night shows whenever he came on.  The day you started to suspect that something was amiss he went to the store and got the test. You both paced back and forth as you waited for the results. Every few seconds he would go stare at it, then come back. When the phone timer finally beeped he flashed by into the bathroom and squealed in delight. He ran to you and spun you around giggling like a kid. It took you a few minutes to get over the shock, but soon you were as excited as he was.   

   He later came to you carrying all the reusable grocery bags you both owned and a mischievous grin on his face.  “C'mon babe! I have an idea!” You would rather nap, but his energy was contagious and motivated you enough to get up off the couch.  

    “Okay, but I need to change. Im still in my pajamas.” He walked around you, checking you out.  “You look amazing to me. I don't care if you want to wear this out, but if you want to change, I'll wait.” 

  “If I wear this, I'm wearing my kitty cat slippers with it... so at least it will match.”

  “Lovely idea.” 

  You got in the car and buckled up as he put the bags in the back seat and then got in to the driver's seat. Every few seconds he glanced over at you and beamed. You were still nervous about all this, but you didn't want to spoil his joy. So many things could go wrong at this point and knowing this ate at you, you wanted this so bad... but... things happen... You just didn't want to get all hopeful that something you had wanted since childhood was happening, and then it just... not happen.

  “Don't you think its a bit early?” You asked as he drove through the streets.  

  He looked up at the sky through the windshield “Its already early evening, not very early at all.” he responded, seeming confused.

  “No. I mean...” you  sighed and he pulled over into an empty parking space. He turned to you and put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Are you alright?” 

  “yeah... Im just”

“Hon, if something isn't right you have to let me know. If you're not ready, its okay. Don't let my excitement make you feel like you need to go through something if you're not ready for it.”  

“No, it... it isn't that.” 

“Then what?” He caressed your face then put his hand behind your head and placed his forehead onto yours. “What's wrong, love?” 

 “Its so early. Things could go wrong. I could lose our baby at any moment. Even without anything happening. Fuck, Tom... there's a chance I already did and wouldn't even know yet. I'm so scared.” He pulled back and stared into your eyes, his face falling as your anxiety hit him. He bear hugged you as best as he could from across the center console.    

“I didn't even consider that. I got completely wrapped up in my own excitement. Ugh. I... I don't even know” He sat back in his seat, his hand massaging his forehead. “I don't know if this helps any, but... yeah I know how risky this part is, the statistics and stuff. In my head I'm already... fuck I doubt this is gonna come out right.” 

  “What?” you say as the tears of your pent up nervousness finally broke free  

“If something bad happens, at least this early.” He sighed and fought to say what he meant “I'm not okay with it, but I have already made peace with the possibility. There is no pressure on you, from me at least for this to go a certain way. If we have to try again, even a few times I'm okay with that. I know this whole process will be completely different from your perspective. Please tell me how you're feeling so I know how best to care for you, both of you.”

  “Okay.” you reply through snuffles and tears. He handed you a tissue and waited for you to let him know how to proceed. “It does help me a lot to know you feel like that. I'm still scared though. I'm so scared, that I don't want to let myself even get excited or want this too much.” 

  “What do you want to do? We can go back home and order pizza and relax if you want. No pressure. This was all a spur of the moment thing because I got excited.” 

  “Not, not if this is baby shopping stuff. I can't deal with that yet. Please.” 

  “It isn't exactly that. I guarantee you want to go where I was planning, but you may change the 'why' we are going if you want. It can be a 'me spoiling you a bit' thing if you like.”  

“I'm confused.”

“Do you want me to go ahead and tell you, or should it be a surprise?”

“Uh, you pick I guess.”

“Mkay, surprise it is then.” his voice had picked back up, but there was still an edge of reservation to it.  A few minutes passed. “close your eyes, dear.” You did. If it had been anyone else, this gentle command would have sent your anxiety reeling, but with him, somehow... it just felt okay. ��  

The car drove on for a minute or two more and pulled to a stop and parked. “Okay love, open your eyes.” You squealed in delight when you realized where you were. Right outside the huge crafts supply store you loved. “You said a few times that you wanted to make baby stuff as soon as you found out you were expecting. But if you aren't okay with that just get what you want for yourself.” 

  “What about both?”  

“Both is perfectly perfect dear.” He said with that glowey look he gets as he helped you out the car and grabbed you both a cart.    

“What if I get carried away again?”

“If I have to call a rental moving truck to get everything home, I will...” He chuckled, though you were pretty sure he wasn't joking.  

As soon as you entered the shop you went straight for the textiles section.  You had so many ideas, and without a budget to adhere to, you kinda threw stuff in the cart as soon as ideas popped into your head. The first few times Tom brought you here you had only bought a few things. You didn't want to be a bother, or feel like you were wasting his hard earned money. This frustrated him, so one time he followed you around, and grabbed whatever you longingly looked at but put back. Every. Single. Thing. You ended up going home with more crafts stuff that day than you probably had across your entire life. It was his way of begging you to allow him to spoil you, and it worked.    

You quickly lost track of your hubby, but didn't really notice. He texted you “You okay? We got a bit split up.” 

  “Yeah. I'm a bit worn out. Home and pizza?” 

  “Darling, you know I never say no to pizza... Want me to pull up the car and you go ahead and checkout?”

  “That works”

“Mkay”    

You snaked your way through the aisles towards the checkout, purchased the supplies, bagged them and wheeled the cart out to the car. Tom was waiting and quickly grabbed several bags and put them in the back seat. He was a bit slower with the rest, oddly enough. 

  “In a hurry hubbs?”

  “Pizza is involved.” he responded as he packed the last few bags and took the cart back inside. You got in the car and buckled up. When he came out you couldn't help but notice that glimmer of 'I'm very much up to something' in his eyes. He noticed you looking at him and quickly that impish glint flickered away. Professionally trained to hide mischief face...    

When you got home he asked for you to call in your standard pizza order while he brought everything in. The second trip he made to the car took considerably longer than the first. Just as you began to worry that something had happened, he came in.  

“Tom, is that a Loki sticker on your head?” He burst out laughing, put down the bags, pulled off the sticker and stuck it onto the refrigerator.    

“Yeah, a little girl recognized me outside and said they had to give Loki their sticker. It was adorable. Their mum wanted an autograph too and I ended up chatting a bit. Did you get the call in for pizza?”  

“Mhm. Should be a few more minutes.” 

  “Got any ideas for what to watch?”

  “Yeah, but its silly... we have seen it several times...”

  “Does it happen to star a certain actor we both intimately know?”

  “Yeeeeeah...”  

“Which one? Also its not silly. I am a fabulous actor and you like watching me and snuggling me at same time, and its fucking adorable.” the hint of glee and faux diva he added to his voice made you chuckle a bit.  

“I was thinking of watching The Night Manager again.”

  “Excellent choice. I hear that one of the producers may have a nice ass...” You gently elbow him and slap the referred to 'nice ass'. One thing led to another, and before you realized it, you were standing behind the main door, full on making out. His tongue invading every crevice of your mouth, his hands groped you all over. You returned these touches in kind. You both filled the room with moans until you remembered the pizza delivery person would be arriving soon. You pulled back and looked up at your tall husband. His eyes were dreamy and far away as they stared down at you. You looked down further and realized how much you had 'effected' him.   

A whimper from near your feet drew both of your attention. The cats and Bobby had been staring at the both of you for a bit. “I'll feed them and you get the pizza when it comes?” You ask him and he nods, still a bit stuck in the heat of the earlier moment. The doorbell rings as you fill the furballs' bowls. 

“OH MY GOD ITS TOM HIDDLESTON.” came from the other side of the door.

“Yes, it is.” He chuckled a bit.  

“My boss didn't tell me who I was delivering to, they just grinned and gave the order and address. I know its, like, completely unprofessional, but, like, can I please have your autograph?” You grabbed a sharpie and a piece of paper on your way to the door and handed them to Tom.    

“Of course. How would you like it made out?” Tom asked  

“Oh, I don't really care. I'm just a bit...” they squealed and tried hard to fight for composure. Tom wrote out a short note and signed it. He paid for the pizza and handed the pizza to you. 

“Hey, I know its a bit much to ask for, but can I have a selfie with you?”  

“Sorry, but we have a policy to not do pictures around the house. I hope you understand. If I see you another time, perhaps we can take pictures together then?”  

“Yeah, no, I get it. Totally cool. Thank you so much for being nice and the note and stuff already.” 

“No problem. Have a good night.” Tom ended the conversation as he closed the door.  

“You're gonna go there tomorrow aren't you...” Tom had a habit of going out of his way to be sweet to people.  

“Oh dear, you know me all too well.”  

A bit later you were both snuggled together on the couch, eating pizza, and watching The Night Manager together. He absentmindedly started rubbing your lower abdomen, but stopped short. “Is this alright?” He didn't want you to get anxious again about the baby.  

“Its fine” you reply as you snuggle even closer to him, your head on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat in your ear. The safety and comfort you felt began to lull you to sleep as the first episode ended.   

“Babe, I really need to pee.” He shifted uncomfortably until you untangled from him. He got up quickly and left the room.  

“Actually I should probably do the same.” you got up and waited for him to finish. After you finished you went back to the couch but he wasn't there. Rustling emanated from the other room, and soon Tom came in carrying one of the bags from earlier. He plopped down on the couch beside you and thought for a moment.  “Uh, if you're not okay with this right now just let me know, okay?” He asked.

“Alright. Whatcha got there babe?” 

  “I kinda...” He started pulling out yarn and a 'learn to knit' kit. “I wanted to know if you would teach me so I could make stuff for the baby too.” His cheeks blushed because he worried about your reaction.  

“Of course I'll teach you.” The show played in the background as you both knitted. You would show him a step, he would practice, and you would show him another step. He started with a basic stocking stitch scarf. You figured that would teach him quite a bit without being too complicated. He was soon making consistent progress and you were both able to get back into the show without him needing much help.    

Several weeks later he was away from home to film a part for an upcoming movie. The internet was flooded with paparazzi photos of Tom Hiddleston knitting baby booties and a cap. Speculation soared about whether the actor was about to become a first time father.

[taehyungiestummy]

Stuck -- Chapter Fifteen

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           “This game is awesome,” I squeal as Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and I win yet another game of Overwatch with two random players. “We are the best!”

           “You are just saying that because we are on a winning streak,” Jungkook laughs.

           A few hours ago we made it home, and everything has been going great. Namjoon and Emily are hanging out at the dorms doing who know what. Seokjin and Nari went out grocery shopping, and should now be back at their apartment relaxing. Yoongi and Hoseok are at Yoongi’s place probably writing music. The four of us left over are at Taehyung and my place getting our fill of a new video game.

           “Jagi, how do you have such good skills?” Taehyung looks over at me from the other end of the couch.

           “Don’t you play video games all the time, cutie?” Jimin looks up at me from the floor.

           As always, Jungkook and Jimin are sitting on the floor, but Jimin is near me while Jungkook is by Taehyung.

           “Just Pokémon, Animal Crossing, Harvest Moon, Mario, and some small random Nintendo games,” I pet Haipeo’s head as she is lying next to me. “Tae plays all the games like this. I’m more of a handheld and computer girl.”

           “Princess, you are such a geek,” Taehyung giggles. “I love it so much.”

           “I love you,” I coo, sitting up and fixing my glasses. “And I think I love two other boys in this room too.”

           “I think Keyowo loves me,” Jungkook is overly cocky with the dog sleeping in his lap.

           “You forced her to sit in your lap,” Jimin shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s love.”

           “She didn’t run away,” I stick up for the youngest boy. “That must mean something.”

           “Thank you, adorable, for sticking up for me,” Jungkook looks over at me. “You are the sweetest.”

           I smile, “That’s how I am. Just wanting to be as nice as possible to every single person.”

           “And that’s how we got together,” Taehyung boxy smiles. “Because I am the same way.”

           “She also accepted your weirdness,” Jimin says. “Which we were seriously interested to know if she would.”

           “Hey,” I pout. “What’s that supposed to mean about me?”

           “That you are a lovely girl who knows her soulmate when she found him,” Jungkook gives a forced smile, batting his eyelashes. “You also proved us boys wrong because you two make each other so happy.”

           “It was still hell hearing Tae-Tae talk our ears off about you,” Jimin groans. “It’s like he loved you right after the first meeting.”

           I look over at my boyfriend, his cheeks reddening at the comment. “Can I let you in on a little secret, babe?”

           Taehyung looks over at me, a small smile on his face. “Is it bad?”

           I chuckle, “No, not at all. It’s cute, and a bit weird, but you’ll like it.”

           “Go for it,” he winks.

           I feel my cheeks heating up, but I don’t shy away. “After I met you, I went back to Nari’s and looked up pictures of you the second I could. I had to check if you were the real deal, and put a picture for your contact.”

           “That’s unfair,” Taehyung pouts.

           “What?” Jungkook, Jimin, and I look at the boy in shock.

           “You could look up pictures of me, set pictures up, and remember exactly what I looked like,” Taehyung explains. “I had to remember what you looked like by memory. And I only saw you for ten minutes!”

           Jungkook, Jimin, and I burst into giggles. Haipeo even lets out a small bark.

           “Aw, Tae babe,” I resist the urge to crawl over and sit in his lap. “You could have just asked for a picture.”

           “That would have been creepy, and you know it,” Taehyung sits up on his knees and points at me. “Jagi, I could have drawn your face after that first meeting. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

           I look away, waving him off. “Whatever Tae. You’re too cute.”

           “I agree,” Jungkook says. “I mean, he’s known as one of the cute ones.”

           “I love how close you seven are,” I get comfortable on the couch again. “Now, can we get another game started?”

           “You used to be cute, Kookie,” Jimin chuckles. “Then you hit puberty.”

           “I am just able to be cute and sexy at the same time,” Taehyung boasts.

           “I trump all of you in cuteness,” I giggle, looking down at my laptop. “Just deal with it, and let’s move on.”

           “You are also super sexy baby,” Taehyung says. “Hot, beautiful, stunning, all those words.”

           “Stop,” I wave him off, feeling my cheeks and ears heating up. “Let’s just get back to Overwatch. We can talk more after a few more rounds.”

********

           A warm bath is always nice to have at the beginning of my period. It helps soothe my cramps as the painkillers take their time to kick in. Taehyung was actually the one to wake me up and tell me that I had blood on my pants. He was so sweet about the issue, kissing me all over my face to make me feel better. He carried me to the bathroom, and got me new shorts and underwear. He’s the best boyfriend I could have asked for.

           I sigh as a new slow song I’ve never heard before starts up. It’s on playlist called Bubble Bath Time that Taehyung made for me in times like this. “If only I wasn’t alone,” I mumble, beginning to feel like a prune.

           The song moves on, and not even a minute into ‘Butterfly’ does my phone begin to ring.

           “What the fuck?” I groan, sitting up to look at my phone.

           Taehyung’s dorky face is now taking over my screen as his voice telling me to pick up in many different voices fills my ears.

           “What is he doing?” I giggle, drying my hand to answer the phone and put it on speaker. “Yes Tae bae?”

           “Bae?” Taehyung’s deep laughter fills the air. “Was that a slip up?”

           I giggle, “Did I not say babe?”

           “No, you didn’t. I guess you are just too relaxed to think straight.”

           “Tae bae slides right off the tongue. I like it.”

           “So do I, so keep saying it.”

           “Okay, now that that is out of the way. Why did you call me?”

           “To check in on you, of course. How is my wifey?”

           I chuckle, “That is going to be so hard to get used to.”

           “Call me hubby.”

           “In due time, maybe,” I sigh. “I’m doing fine, Tae. I’m in the bath right now, and my cramps are way better. It’s a good thing it happened this morning and you were there to take care of me.”

           “I knew you were going to start because of last month, and because of the random stomachache. Wait, how are you taking a bath? Isn’t it getting everywhere?”

           I burst into laughter, unplugging the drain so I can calm myself down. “Oh, you innocent child in some aspects of this big world.”

           “The fuck was that?” Taehyung is holding in his laughs.

           “Tae! I rarely hear you curse.”

           “You liked it didn’t you? You curse all the time!”

           I giggle, “Yeah, I do say some bad words more often then most. It’s how I let off steam. But I will admit it was hot. Don’t go crazy, though.”

           “So, what am I so innocent about, hm?”

           “Tampons, babe. That’s how I am able to take baths,” I stand up, grabbing a towel to wrap around my body.

           “Oh,” he breaths out. “I saw those at the store.”

           “Yes, that’s where they sell them.”

           “I’ll Google them later. Now, what are your plans after the bath?”

           “Well, I’m done with it now, so Ill get dressed and then make lunch. Oh, and let the dogs out. Then write, and maybe color to destress.”

           “Are you stressed, jagiya? Do I need to come home?”

           I chuckle, picking up my phone to set in on the sink counter. “No, Tae, I can take care of myself. I’ll be fine until you come home. Plus, you can’t just drop everything to come to my side when I feel bad. You have a job.”

           “That I work hard at every single day. I can get a few hours off to come help you. If you are really in pain or something.”

           “I a fine. Plus, you called me. It’s one thing if I called you.”

           “True,” he chuckles. “I should let you go then. To get dressed and go do all the things you need to get done.”

           “I love you, Taehyung. Work hard and let’s make dinner together tonight.”

           “Sounds perfect, baby,” he hums. “See you later. I love you too.”

           “Bye babe.”

           He makes kissing noises before the line goes dead.

           The slow music starts back up again. ‘Butterfly’ giving me a weird calm.

           “That boy, too sweet to me. Fate is a crazy thing.” I quickly get dressed, deciding on some sweat shorts and a tight t-shirt with ‘BTS’ on the front and the boy’s names on the back. My hair ends up in a tiny bun as I exit the bathroom.

           I leash Haipeo and Keyowo up to take them out for a bathroom break and a walk. The action making me feel like a grown-up, and proud of how far I have come as a person. Once back in the apartment, I fill their food and water bowls, and get to making my own lunch. The only thing I feel well enough to make is a cheesy toasty and a tall glass of milk.

           “Social media time, I guess,” I take a bite of my sandwich, opening up Instagram. All kinds of pictures fill my feed, looking for something out of the ordinary. I don’t spot anything, and check my latest post. It’s a picture of the tub full, bubbles almost overflowing, and a caption are positive, asking if I am doing okay. Twitter is where I see hate almost instantly. It’s hard to just skip over it, and I close out of the app within minutes of opening it. “I think I’m going to clean,” I smile, placing my dirty dishes in the sink and turning on the faucet. “And I am going to blast music because I am a bigger person than those haters. And I always will be.”

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           “It smells so good, doesn’t it babies?” I smile as Haipeo and Keyowo play tug-of-war with a rope toy.

           I’ve been quite productive on my day off, cleaning the whole apartment so I broadened my music horizon. Now getting to know so many different groups. When I had the cleaning done, I decided to rest and color for a bit. The weight of the harsh words drifting way. The dogs let me know when they needed to go out for a bathroom break and another walk. I will always be grateful that they love taking the elevator.

           “Chocolate chip cookies are always good,” I slip off the barstool, walking over to the oven to check the progress of my last two batches. “And with everyone who will want some, it’s a good thing I doubled the recipe.” Cookies upon cookies on paper towels take up the counters. There has to be at least seventy cookies out right now, with around twenty ready to come out of the oven. “Too bad I didn’t plan dinner,” I turn off the oven, putting oven mitts on to take the two cookie sheets out.

           Haipeo and Keyowo rush to the front door, signaling Taehyung’s return. The dogs being able to hear the key in the lock will always make me smile.

           “Welcome home, Tae bae!” I shout as I hear the door close. I turn down the music, grabbing the little spatula to move the cookies.

           “Princess, it smells so good,” Taehyung’s voice fills my ears. “So many cookies!”

           I giggle, doing my best to transfer the cookies faster. “We have so many friends, so I had to make a lot of cookies.”

           “What’s for dinner?” Taehyung wraps his arms around my middles, pressing kisses to my neck.

           Haipeo lets out a bark, causing a giggle to fill the room that isn’t Taehyung or myself.

           “Jimin,” I peal Taehyung’s arms off of me, turning to see Jimin on the living room floor with Haipeo and Keyowo.

           “Hi cutie,” Jimin waves at me. His smile so big his face squishes up.

           “What’s going on?” I walk over to the sink, getting to the dishes right away.

           “Well, Seokjin is with Nari,” Taehyung picks up a dry dish towel. “And Namjoon is with Emily. Jungkook went out with some friends, and Yoongi and Hoseok stayed to do some song writing.”

           “So, Chim-Chim had no where to go,” I hand a bowl to Taehyung. “Are you going to help with dinner, Chim?”

           “Of course,” Jimin nods. “I will prove my worth.”

           “Good,” I shuffle around on my toes, slowly feeling insecure in my outfit. “That means you two boys will start the meal and I can change.”

           “What?” Taehyung pouts. “Jagi, don’t do that,” he whines. “You look so hot,” he taps my butt a few times.

           “Do I make you uncomfortable, Amber?” Jimin seriously asks.

           “No, no,” I shake my head. “I’m just underdressed and feel out of place.”

           “You look fine. Don’t worry about it. Perfect in everything you do.”

           “And I won’t let you change,” Taehyung kisses my cheek. “My beautiful princess.”

           I feel the heat spread across my cheeks. “What are you going to make for dinner?”

           The boys chuckle at my quick change of subject.

           “Well, Tae here doesn’t cook much,” Jimin replies. “So it ahs to be a simple meal.”

           “Ramen,” Taehyung cutely looks around at the both of us.

           “Aw, that’s perfect,” I pat my boyfriend’s cheek. “Can we take a picture for my Instagram?”

           “I want to be in the picture too!” Jimin shouts.

           “Of course, Jiminie,” I giggle. “I would never leave you out.”

           “Why the need for the picture?” Taehyung whispers as we begin to pack away the cookies.

           “Just, reasons,” I shrug. “Nothing to worry about, I promise.”

           “It was hate, wasn’t it?”

           I sigh, “I’m fine now, Tae. I did a lot today, and the comments have left my mind.”

           “But you want to show them wrong, right?”

           “I guess.”

           “What’s all the whispering about?” Jimin asks as he steps into the kitchen.

           “Just, stuff,” I turn and hand the boy a cookie. “Now, are you ready to make dinner?”

********

           Taehyung’s hands are on my hips as he stands behind me, chin resting on the top of my head. “So, did someone take the picture yet?”

           I giggle, reaching my hands back to place them on Taehyung’s shoulders. “Namjoon does outfit posts, Tae and I can do couple posts.”

           “I know ARMY will go crazy,” Hoseok laughs.

           “I got some good pictures,” Yoongi grins. “So you can stop now.”

           Taehyung kisses the top of my head before pulling away from me. “Break time will always be fun with you here.”

           “Any time is fun with Amber,” Jungkook skips over to me. “You just bring something that no one else can.”

           “Yeah, it’s because she’s a girl,” Yoongi shakes his head. “You perverts.”

           I chuckle, “So that’s it, hm?”

           “We just think she’s cute,” Jimin rushes up to me, tickling my sides before picking me up like a bride. “She’s so much fun to be around, and always makes us smile.”

           “She’s sweet like that,” Seokjin smiles. “Always wanting the best for others, and then thinking of herself.”

           “Give her to me, hyung,” Taehyung pouts, holding out his arms for me.

           “As you wish,” Jimin taps his nose to my forehead before handing me over to Taehyung.

           “What is she, a doll?” Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Put her down.”

           “She’s a princess,” Taehyung rubs his nose across mine. “Do you want down, jagi?”

           “Well, breaks almost over, and I need to do something with those pictures,” I run my hand over his cheek.

           “Oh yeah, we took pictures for a reason,” he giggles, placing my feet on the ground. “A kiss?”

           I press my lips to his, smiling as his fingers sneak under my shirt to pinch my sides. “Okay, don’t go too crazy, Tae.”

           “No bae?” Jimin teases.

           “But you’re my bae, Chim,” I smirk.

           “Ah, well, you little,” Jimin pokes my cheek. “Cute.”

           “All of you guys are my before anyone else. I love all of you!” I skip over to Yoongi, sitting down as close to him as possible. “Thanks for taking pictures.”

           “My sister asked, so I delivered,” Yoongi places his arm around my shoulders. “I’m not always a cold hard ass.” He hands me my phone.

           “Thank you,” I rest my head on his shoulder. “You like taking pictures, don’t you?”

           “I do. It’s a bit of a hobby.”

           “Like Emily, but not as deep into it. So, do you ever snap pictures of me when I’m not looking? Moments where I look cute, or you just have to take a picture to remember the moment.”

           “As does Tae. We can’t help but want to take pictures of you.”

           I have a tight lipped grin as I select a picture to post on Instagram. “Is it my looks? My cheeks?”

           “Your puffy cheeks?” Yoongi gently pinches my cheek. “Maybe that’s what it is.”

           “Maybe it’s the hair,” I sigh, posting the picture. “Or the eyes.”

           “It’s just you.”

           I look up, catching Taehyung on his phone as his thumbs type away. Jimin is next to him, watching over whatever he is doing on his phone.

           “Okay, is everyone ready?” Mr. Son asks as he enters the room, a group of back-up dancers behind him.

           “Are we practicing ‘Fire’ now?” Seokjin asks.

           “Yes, for Amber’s sake. She has only done it a few times with the whole group.”

           I place my phone down next to my jacket and water bottle. “I was actually going to ask if we could do a few run throughs for myself.” I slowly stand up, giving a few quick stretches. “Okay, I am ready to do some dancing.”

           For the song ‘Fire’ I am placed in the middle so no one can spot me and cause a shit storm. When the boys walk through the middle at the end, I am able to reach out and high-five them. Though I would never do that in front of hundreds of ARMYs.

           “It’s so cool to have you here with us,” a girl next to me pats my shoulder. “A great dancer, dating Taehyung, and such a kind soul.”

           I giggle, “Thank you. I’m just doing the best I can.”

           “Some of us talk about inviting you to hang out, but know you are busy with so much. Probably school, and then being a girlfriend.”

           “Well, I have no school, so I don’t have to study. Being a girlfriend and taking care of two dogs takes a lot. I do have friends, and go out. I’m still kind of a kind.”

           “Well, next time we go out to lunch, we might invite you.”

           I give a small smile to the girl, “I’d like that. Can’t say I would go, but I would always give it thought. You guys are more than co-workers. You are a family, and I want to be a good member.”

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Hope you enjoyed reading! About 2/3′s of the way through now! :D

[glenncoco4]

New Kids on the Block

A/N: This got sexual real quick. Rated M

Chapter 2 of What Happens Next?

XXXX

She takes a deep breath, looking around the room, she observes every little detail and person that goes in and out of the room. 

“Agent Deeks?”

The brunette agent turns and looks to see a short red headed woman call after her, motioning her to join her. 

Said agent offers her hand for the younger agent to take in greeting. “Agent Mills.” Mills ushers the brunette as they begin to walk down the corridor towards a set of elevators. “I gotta say, when Hetty showed me your resume I was in awe. What made you decide to leave D.C.?”

Hubby. Kensi smiles as she thinks about the talk they had before they moved. The fight they had and then the very steamy make up that followed. “Personal reasons.” She and Marty decided that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea if they kept their relationship close to the vest…..at work anyway. Given they’re both in what can be dangerous jobs at times they wouldn’t want the other to be used as leverage.

The older agent nods in understanding. “I get that.”

As the small boxed room that’s carrying the two agents slowly moves from floor to floor it stops once they reach level 4 and into a large open space with cubicle type desk all around. 

Kensi scans the room, noting anything and everything that could be useful information for her in the future. Her eyes run across the open floor plan and come to a stop when they land on a tall brunette much like herself that’s turned away from them. 

“Agent Deeks, I’d like you to meet your new partner. This is Talia Del Campo.”

Kensi sends the other brunette a warm smile, offering her hand out in greeting. “Nice to meet you.”

Talia sends her partner a smile, as she takes her hand. “You, too, Agent Deeks.”

“Please, call me Kensi.”

The newly acquainted partners start to chat while their boss? assistant boss? takes a phone call. 

Mills ends the call and points each of the women towards their teams area, their names displayed on their new desks. “So, ladies, you’re probably wondering why there are only two of you.”

“It’s because I haven’t found the other pair to complete our team yet.” A familiar yet unrecognizable voice flows into the room.

“So it’s just gonna be the two of us?” Kensi questions. 

The team leader readily answers the brunette’s question. “No and yes. No, it’s not just going to be the two of you because two floating agents will be coming in and out quite frequently to fill the void until we find the perfect fit.”

“Can I ask if you have anyone in mind?” This time it’s Talia’s turn to ask.

“I have my eyes on a couple of people, but if any agents come in that you’d think would be a good fit, please let me know. Until then we have a minor case of a flash drive being stolen and we need to recover it ASAP.”

They watch as both Hetty and Mills walk towards the other end of the room and turn to look at one another, both of their brows furrowed. 

Talia points towards the computers on their desk. “Do we just-“

Kensi shrugs. This is gonna be interesting. “I guess so.”

XXXX

The now not so shaggy blonde, walks through the corridor of the D.A.’s office. He’s really in awe of everything that goes on behind these doors, because whatever’s going on in those rooms it effects the people on the other side of the glass doors that he walked through this morning. 

“Mr. Deeks, it’s so great to have you a part of our team.” The short brunette woman sends him a friendly smile as she gives him a tour of the facilities.

“Thank you, Mrs. Baird. I’m ready to make a difference that’s for sure.”

“That’s good to hear. So what made you decide to come to LA?”

“It’s home and I have some personal reasons to go along with that.” He doesn’t have to tell her that home and the personal reason is one and the same. Wifey. A goofy grin spreads to his lips at the thought of his beautiful bride. 

“I see. Well, as Dorothy once said, “There’s no place like home.”

He smiles at her musical reference. “That she did.” 

“Tell me what your vision is.”

“I’d like to help people who haven’t had easy lives like I once did. Some of them just need to be looked out for. I want to be that person and help others want to become that type of person too.”

“I gotta tell you, Marty, there’s a lot of big wigs in this town and it’s not going to be easy.”

He nods, knowing from experience just how privileged this city can be. “I know. I’m use to things not being easy, it’s actually a good thing for me. It drives me to give it my all; to fight for something bigger than myself.”

“Okay then. If you need anything and I mean anything at all, I want to help you take charge of this and see to it that we get the result that we both came here for. Change.”

“Lets do it!”

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He walks into the kitchen, sitting his briefcase on the counter as he makes his way over to her. “You look incredible in that.”

She relaxes against his chest as he wraps his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder. A shiver runs through her body as his teeth begin their assault on her earlobe. “It’s just one of your t-shirts and panties.”

Just hearing her say the words makes a bolt of electricity run through his body. The surge gathering in one specific area. “So sexy.”

Heat begins to pool in her belly at his movements and the deep octave of his voice. That and his hard on that’s pressed right against her ass. “Mmmm. You think so?”

“I know so.” 

She turns around in her husband’s arms, crashing her lips to his after seeing him for the first time since this morning. “How was your first day?”

“Pretty good. You?” He does his best to catch his breath to answer her before slamming his lips back against hers. 

He pulls her leg up to wrap around his waist bringing his pant covered member closer to her heat. “Same.”

“Talk about it later?”

“God, yes!” She screams as his lips find their way to her cloth covered nipple, his teeth latching on as he sits her up on the counter top of the island. 

She starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, but god is it taking forever. Something comes over her, she begins pulling the unbuttoned parts in opposite directions and then yanks it, making the buttons fly across the kitchen.

He wants to be mad at her for ruining one of his favorite shirts but the way she’s biting his lip and rubbing his hard cock with her delicate fingers makes the shirt seem not so much of a big deal. “Baaaaby, god, yes.”

Kensi pushes his pants and boxers down his legs with her feet, her lips never leaving his. 

Once he steps out of his pants, Marty grasps the hem of her lacy panties that he loves so much and pulls them off her legs. As he gets rid of the offending object, he grabs one of her long tan legs and trails kisses up her calf to her thigh. 

She whimpers when his lips find her already soaking wet pussy. “Fuck.” 

Marty spreads her legs further apart, giving him more room to work. He darts his tongue out, coming in contact with her little pink nub. His hands rub up and down her thighs as his lips and tongue assault her folds, earning him deep moans from his lady bird. 

“Do-don’t stop, baby.”

He smiles when he start to feel her tremble beneath his touch, knowing that she’s about to come undone. He works extra hard, moving his tongue in and out of her hole, nipping at her nub with his teeth and to send her completely over the edge he slips two fingers inside her. 

‘MAAAARTY.”

She threads her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back and leans down, placing a kiss to his lips. 

He stands back up and finally removes her t-shirt, make that his t-shirt from her body. “God, I love you, baby.” His lips latch onto her nipple as he massages her other breast with his free hand. 

Tilting her head back, she lets out another breathy moan before demanding what she really want from him right now. “I love you, too. Now fuck me.”

Kensi scoots herself back further on the island as he hoist himself up on to the counter. She smiles when his hard throbbing cock comes into full view and he begins pumping himself as he watches her lay down. 

He begins to follow her down, bringing his lips to hers as his chest presses against hers. 

They let out a unified moan when he finally slips his throbbing cock into her sopping wet pussy. 

At first their kisses and rhythm are frenzied as they can’t seem to touch each other enough, but soon their bodies are syncopated. He thrust into her over and over again as she thrust her hips up into him. It’s not long before they both come over the edge and send each other into a star filled haze. 

He collapses on top of her, doing his best not to crush her. “Did I mention how good your pussy taste because…Oh. My. God.”

She reaches over to grab a roll of paper towels, laying them under her head to prop it up. Looking down at her husband, her love, the feeling of contentment that always washes over her when she sees him makes its way through her body. “I love you so much.”

His body now half on top of her, he places a kiss to her bare chest and wraps his arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his. “I love you more, Dirty Deeks.”

“What the hell?”

“What?”

“Dirty Deeks? Really?”

“Okay. Kinky Kens then.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“So you keep saying.” He looks up at her with that grin that is specifically reserved for her.

She tries not to smile, but with him being all cute and adorable, she really has no will power. Her lips land on his and it seems as though round two is about to begin, because she can feel her husband’s excitement pressed against her thigh. “We’re not gonna talk about our first days tonight, are we.”

His teeth nip at her nipple, earning him a soft moan. “I’ll send you an email at work tomorrow.”

Kensi huffs a laugh that quickly turns to a moan. Yeah, emails are good. 

[hypnofur1]

Covid Christmas Confessions

by Hypnofur

This story starts like so many unfortunate stories in the year 2020. See, Christine would have been safe if she had just put her mask on. But, she didn’t… at least not in time. No, she didn’t get covid. But, after leaving the restaurant with her husband Josh, she did leave her mask off just long enough for her to be recognized by TexTrance. Had she been wearing her mask, he might not have realized it was her. After all, it had been 14 years.

Covid was a big factor in how Christine and Josh even got to Austin, Texas in the week after Christmas of 2020. It had been a really long year back in their Rhode Island home. The quarantine, the lock downs, the virtual learning at home, and then the fact that Josh got Covid. Then the whole family got Covid, including Christine’s parents, who lived with them. Fortunately, they all got through it ok. They considered themselves fortunate. Christine was amazing, taking care of everyone like she always does. A true super woman. Josh swore that if they got through this, he’d take her on a special trip.

They did get through it, and Christine’s parents were happy to watch the kids for a few days while Christine and Josh went away. Josh had made all the arrangements. Christine had spoken so many times about how she wanted to get back to Austin, and show him around where she had gone to school.

The trip was off to a great start. The weather the first day was nice, though it quickly got cooler. Not cold like Rhode Island though, so they were loving it. They were actually leaving lunch, on their way to stroll through the University of Texas campus when TexTrance spotted her.

For his part, TexTrance never forgot a face. Especially one of the Alpha Chi Omega girls of ’05. Not only was the fact that he had hypnotized sorority girls memorable, it was also his last foray for a while before going to jail for seven years. Shortly after “getting involved” with the Alpha Chi Omegas, he was arrested for forging checks. It wasn’t his first offense, so no leniency was given. He was given ten years in prison. After a few months, a visiting day friend eventually snuck him some pictures he had printed of the Alpha Chi Omega girls. As such, Christine’s face was one of the girls that he stared at for 80+ months. Her face was burned into his mind forever. Even though she was a decade and a half older, she still looked amazing. He felt his pants tighten at the site of her.

Wasting no time, he went to her. His approach from the right triggered Christine’s peripheral vision. She naturally glanced over. When she did, she saw his trademark white cowboy hat with the metal spiral piece at the center. She looked at him, losing her breath. That face, it was so familiar. Was it from her dreams? That man, that hat, that face… Christine froze.

TexTrance continued his approach until he was directly in front of the beautiful woman. He stared deep in her eyes and slowly reached out his right hand, as he gently caressed the underside of her jawline.

“Relax and sink for me darling” he said, calmly but strongly.

“I’m relaxed and ready to serve you Master” Christine answered back. Her hypnotic trigger so deeply installed in her mind that it was still completely effective 15 years later. While TexTrance had always been dastardly, he had always also been very thorough.

His cock was rock hard as he realized that he had this beauty firmly under his hypnotic control, TexTrance moved in for a long, deep kiss. Christine brought her arms up, resting them on his shoulders before senually stroking the back of his head as she French kissed him. Her leg arched up by his hip.

It was at this point that the completely shocked husband Josh was spurred into action. “What the fuck?” he yelled in a public area. Josh was not much of a curser, but his fury made it inevitable. Was Christine making out with some old college boyfriend right in front of him? Also, how could he be her old college boyfriend? He was clearly much older than them, and pretty scraggly and haggered looking at that.

The kissing couple did not stop when Josh yelled out. So he sprinted up to them, as he had been about 20 feet in front of Christine when she spotted TexTrance. He grabbed the hypnotist’s thin arm and pulled him away from his wife. He kept his eyes on the little creep as he loudly said to his wife “Christine, what the fuck is going on here?!”

But Christine didn’t answer, she just stared at TexTrance. He was all that existed for her. For his part, TexTrance was not happy with this turn of events. He hadn’t seen or noticed a husband. This was bad. He knew he had to act fast.

“Darling, as soon you are able and alone, text me at 512-555-4568.” TexTrance said, looking past Josh, right at Christine. This made Josh grab two fistfuls of TexTrance’s shirt. Josh’s strength and anger allowed him to almost pick the much smaller hypnotist up off the ground. TexTrance could clearly see that this situation was getting dangerous for him. With that said, he had taken his fair share of beatings in prison, and from men much badder than Josh. He knew he could withstand a bit more.

“Darling, I want you to take hubby here to bed and tell him about the last time we were together. This will turn you on sooo much. I want you to stay under my spell until he cums. Then you will awaken and return to normal. However, now that you have seen me again, your lust for me is re-ignited. You will find that I am the—“

“Enough!” Josh yelled, throwing the scrawny man in front of the Austin restaurant. People were staring, but Josh was enraged. He realized he was causing a scene. He was an insurance guy from Rhode Island, not a Texas brawler. He knew he needed to get out of there.

He turned to Christine, who was still looking only at TexTrance. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the scene. He was glad she didn’t struggle too much. He pulled her around a corner.

“Steen, what the hell was that?” he said to his wife of 11 years.

Christine rubbed up against him and whispered in his ear. “Take me to bed” she whispered in his ear before flicking it with her tongue.

Josh didn’t know what was going on, but he needed her off the streets. He figured if he could get her back to the hotel, he could at least talk to her about what was going on. He called for an Uber, he wasn’t sure how long it would take in Covid time, but thankfully it was in the area. They were back in the hotel room in under 15 minutes.

Once inside, Josh wasted no time in asking his wife what the hell was going on. “Who the hell was that guy?” He asked angrily.

“He’s the Amazing TexTrance.” She responded without too much emotion. As if to say, he’s the mailman, or something else Josh should have just assumed.

“Where did you meet him?” Josh pressed.

“The 2005 Alpha Chi Omega St. Patrick’s Day Fundraiser” she answered.

“He’s older than us, was he like a professor or something? How did you meet him?”

“No, he’s a Master Hypnotist. He performed at the Fundraiser”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Steen, are you saying that guy hypnotized you?” Josh asked, incredulously

“Mmmmm, yes, so deeply.” Christine gushed, still currently under TexTrance’s spell.

“What the fuck?” Josh said under his breath. “Did he hypnotize the other sorority girls too?”

“MMM. Yes. Me, Tara, Carmen, and Melissa” she answered

Josh immediately thought of those other three. Melissa he knew well enough. The other two he had only met at his wedding. Carmen was incredibly hot though. Like, a total Latina smokeshow. Josh felt himself stir a little bit.

“Did he make you do stuff with them?” Josh asked as he swallowed hard. He felt the sweat on his brow start to form.

“MMm. Yes. I want to tell you about the last time we were together” Christine said, getting impatient as she wanted to… needed to… carry out TexasTrance’s instructions.

Josh didn’t object fast enough, so she took the momentary stutter to push him onto the bed.

“Well, he came over to the sororiety house late. He had just done a threesome with me and Carmen that morning, so I was surprised to see him. We lied down on my bed and he hypnotized me sooo deeply. Next thing I remember, we were kissing and pulls me in close to his body.

My hands are rubbing all over his body, His all over mine. I reach down to find his cock already hard. I sit up and take off my clothes and then reach down and take off his pants to expose his hard cock. His cock was the biggest I had ever seen. I love his cock so much! I slowly rub my chest up his body over his cock and start kissing him and then his chest with a little nibble on his nipples, down to his stomach I go finding my way down to the pleasure waiting for me. I place his cock in my mouth and work up and down on it causing him to moan in pleasure. I continued sucking like I've never done before. You know I don’t mind giving head but this was different. The way I sucked Master’s cock wasn't like the way I suck you. Baby, I just couldn't get enough of it. “ Christine panted. She was clearly very turned on. Josh was stunned, scared, and hurt… but it was also very erotic. Much to his dismay, his own cock was very hard. Josh couldn’t help but notice that Christine was touching herself as she relayed this story, and that her grammatical tenses were shifting back and forth to present and past tense. This was a woman who often couldn’t remember what she had for breakfast, but now at his hypnotic suggestion, she was remembering each moment of this encounter in vivid detail, as if she was almost re-living it.

“I didn't want to stop sucking it but I knew I'd make him cum and I so wanted to feel it inside me. I sensually crawl back up his body kissing it the entire time until my hot wet pussy is right over his hard cock. I slide it in with much ease because of all my wetness. I began thrusting my hips up and down ensuring contact with my clit. He helps move my hips with his hands making it even hotter. I rode him for about 30 minutes I guess. I came sooo hard. He rolls me over onto my back and replaces his hard cock inside me. He takes my legs and pushes them back so he can see.

The position is perfect and I cum again in no time. He continued fucking me this way for a while. My god, he fucked me so hard. My pussy was so wet the juices were running down my butt. He pulled his cock out and made me get on my hands and knees. He started fucking me hard again. I was moaning so loudly and bucking my hips. I was begging him to fuck me hard.” Christine told her husband. He had never heard her request that in their entire time together. He was crushed.

“He fucked me as hard and deep as he could until he makes me cum again. Oh my godddddd” Christine said orgasmically as she touched her pussy. Her eyes were closed and it was clear she was almost cumming again just from this retelling.

“He pulled his big hypnotic cock out of me and got off the bed. He told me to kneel in front of him. I knew exactly what he wanted. I know I've never let you cum in my mouth but this was something I just wanted to do. I wanted to take as much of his cum as I could. He owns me.” Christine said.

“I kneeled in front of him like he told me to. I started licking and sucking that beautiful cock, stroking it in my hand at the same time. He started moaning loudly, I knew he was close so I sucked harder. I tried to pull it out but he exploded in my mouth before I could. My god, it was such a turn on. I tried to swallow it but I couldn't get it all. I tried desperately to lick it up!” Christine said as she moved her hand over to Josh’s rock hard cock. She stroked it just once or twice and he exploded in his pants.

Christine started to laugh at him, but the moment her mind registered that he was cumming. She awoke.

“Hey? How did we get back to the hotel?” she asked, as she looked around.

Josh just stared at her in disbelief. Did she really not remember anything of what just happened?

As she was coming to her senses, Christine realized that her panties were soaked and her nipples were hard. “Wait, were we just like, having sex?” she asked, now very confused. “Did I drink too much at the restaurant?”

Josh suddenly realized that he was about to lay an earth shattering revelation on her. One that may shake her to her very core. He held her hand, preparing her for some big news.

“Steen, babe. It seems you and some of your sororiety sisters were hypnotized by the hypnotist you hired for your St. Patrick’s Day event back in college. We just bumped into him outside the restaurant.”

“Of course we were hypnotized. Hypnosis is sexy, safe, and fun. No one gets hurt” she rattled off instantly. “Wait, we saw TexTrance. Oh my god. How is he? I mean, what did he tell you?”

“It was so fucking weird babe.” Josh admitted.

“Ok, well you don’t need to swear about it. Hypnosis is sexy, safe, and fun. So, how did he look?” she asked, biting her lip a bit.

Josh needed a break. He didn’t know how to break through, how to get her to understand what she was involved with. He had to think. He got up and went to the bathroom. He needed a moment to think.

The second the hotel bathroom door slid closed, Christine grabbed her phone. She texted 512-555-4568. “How can I serve you?”

A moment later, she got an address texted back with orders to come there. She grabbed her mask and walked out the door.

[jawritter]

Okay so this would be a very random msg. I was off Tumblr for a very long time and I just came back on Tumblr coz I was bored just sitting on a sofa. So I am 6 months pregnant now. I read your story Together. First of all, it's a really great Chapter! Everyone needs a Jensen in their life. My husband was teasing me that this writer is making himcompete with Jensen Ackles now LOL. - 1st Of 3

So to the main part. When I read those labour scenes, I was freaked out, like horribly freaked out. (Not your fault honey, I am the one at fault. Despite the warning I read it, I thought I could handle it, but unfortunately I couldn't)y husband calmed me down so I am good now! This is my first pregnancy and even I want it to be natural without drugs. I mean I know all the warnings or the pains women suffer (theoretically only).- 2nd of 3.

I really didn't want to make you feel bad, like really hun. I am really sorry if you felt that. I am actually sending you these asks for a different reason. I read that you have your own 2 kids. So I am pretty sure that you have gone through this experience. To be honest, I wanted advise from you for how to handle this! Like how was your experience, emotionally and all? I love hearing other women's stories coz after that I get a little bit of comfort. Do you have any advise for me? - 3rd of 3

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Hi hun! First, tell your hubby everyone is in competition with Jensen in this fandom! LOL JK. 

Secondly, please don’t be afraid! This is just a work of fiction, totally and completely! So as far as labor goes I can assure you there is NOTHING to fear!! We’re women! We were made to do this! It’s what mother nature designed our bodies to do, and it’s a completely beautiful, and life changing experience that I promise you will cherish for the rest of your life!

Now for my birth stories. 

First I want to say that every labor, just like every pregnancy is different, and just because things happen a certain way for one person, that doesn’t mean that they will happen that way for you! My biggest piece of advice I can give you is just live in the moment. Don’t worry about the next contraction that’s coming, don’t worry about what they are telling you that you need to do, and what they think would be best for you. YOU know your body like no one else, and unless it’s a medical professional telling this is what you need to do in order to maintain the health and wellbeing for your baby, as well as yourself, then you know what’s best. Your body will tell you everything you need to do, listen to it.

Secondly, birth plans change and that’s okay! Even though you want to do it unmedicated, in the unlikely event that you need medical intervention, that’s okay, and the end goal is the same, a healthy baby! It doesn’t make you weak! You're still amazing! You're still bringing a beautiful, unique life into the world and that’s something to be damn proud of!

My first baby didn’t go as I planned at all!! She got on my kidney three weeks before my due date! I’m a very small person, only about 4’11, and I only got up to 170 lbs during my whole pregnancy. I don’t have much diaphragm, and she ran out of room to move. It was very painful. More than your average labor because she was cutting off the flow to my kidney. (felt much like a kidney stone) Long story short I ended up having to be induced. They gave me an epidural before they even started the pitocin, so I never even felt the first contraction. My body was relaxed thanks to the epidural, and my labor was only about 2 hours long. That’s right, I had my first baby in two hours from my first contraction! 

My second baby, I had a doctor’s appointment for that morning. I was 39 weeks exactly. I got in the shower to get ready, and I noticed a little blood on my rag. I didn’t know it, but I lost my mucus plug. When I got the appointment I was in active labor. It wasn’t even that bad at that point. I was at like 3 1/2 cent. The doctor stretched me to a 4. (I didn’t even feel it.) Then they admitted me. She was born one hour later! Again I had an epidural, because I just am a wimp when it comes to pain lol. 

You have nothing to be afraid of! You got this! I’ll add the link to Gen Padalecki birth stories here as well!! She’s an awesome example that things just change, and that’s okay! Remember you have nothing to fear! Congratulations on your little miracle!! Everything is going to be just fine!! 

Watch Gen’s Birth Story Here!!!

[selenecrawford]

The Odd Pair 4

Warnings: Cursing, intense fluff (let me know if is Fluff or not please)

Selene managed to get her way with the wedding. It was a civil ceremony without any celebration. Her excuse was perfect, she was still mourning her father and she didn't wanted a celebration in respect for him. Shingen suggested a soft lavender dress he saw at one of the town stores. Selene declined, she said she had the perfect dress, when Shingen request seeing it she indicated it was a surprise. Shingen prayed she will not dare to make an spectacle on the day of the ceremony. Selene carefully cleaned the house. The lack of work was driving her crazy. She needed something to do. Once the master bedroom was cleaned she tried to place the bed but it was too heavy. Still she was working on a way to move it when Shingen found her. He had been trying to call her but she never responded. He got worried.

“Princess what you think you are doing?”

“Trying to move the bed, I need it on a place far side the window, I don't like sunlight hitting me that early in the morning.”

“Well I like it near the window...”

“OK, time out. If we are going to sleep on the same bed, I have to be honest then. I'm afraid of lightning that's why I'm trying move the bed from the window.” Selene decided that her best policy on some of her battles with Shingen will be the truth. If something Shingen was good at was sniffing a lie. Thru out the years, she learned how to lie. It was one of many skills she needed to survive on the real world. Shingen was an expert not letting people know what he was thinking or feeling so looking at his eyes while considering that piece of information was crucial. She could study him in order to see how he really think.

“I understand, then I will call Yuki to get some help.” he replied with a nod.

Selene smiled she was crouched and when she tried to stand up a wave of dizziness got her and her vision started spinning. Bracing for impact she felt she was floating. Shingen's voice was closer than usual but at the same time distant.

“Selene? Selene are you okay? What's wrong?”

Shingen took her to her room and lay her down on the bed. Taking a look at her she was pale and sweating. He was about to call Ieyasu when Selene took his wrist.

“Sorry, can you get me some juice? I haven't eat nothing since breakfast, I'm just hungry.”

Shingen went to the kitchen and got some fruit and a glass of juice with some added sugar. He will bite her head off later, but he was angry. She wasn't taking care of herself, this was something that made him worried. Walking back to the room he found her sitting with her head resting on her knees.

“Selene here drink this, I pour some extra sugar.” Selene took the glass with some tremble on her hands. Shingen was now frowning silently.

Selene could felt the anger on his eyes. (Well, at least I know he cares.) she thought.

“When was the last time you got something to eat?” Shingen pulled on a strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was nice full of warmth. Selene felt a bit warmer inside. Her cheeks got some rosy color. She kept drinking until she felt a bit less dizzy. The trembling disappear but Shingen took the glass from her and put it on the night table.

“Thanks, I think my last meal was this morning.”

“And what did you ate?” continue Shingen asking.

“Well, I ate, wait why are you so interested on my eating habits so suddenly?”  Selene took a look at Shingen to get a reading on his face.

Shingen was looking at her seriously, after speaking with Jonathan he got another call from him. He wanted to let him know that sometimes Selene was so focused on a task that she would forget to eat. He thought it was an exaggeration until now. When he took her in his arms she was light, perhaps too light for her own good.

“Because it seems you are not eating enough. I don't mind if you want to turn the place upside down, but I don't want you die on me ok?” Shingen got up from the bed.

He took a long look at Selene, the girl was easy to read the woman he got before him was a total enigma. He was starting to understand that maybe there were somethings he need to investigate regarding her past 20 years.

Selene on her part was weighing her options. Right now she was going to be living with a man for a year. And incredible hot sexy one. Which was also a master at reading people, strategist and getting what he wants. Her options, were almost non existent in the sense for her to get out of that predicament.

“I'm not your enemy Selene, shall we make a truce?”

The sudden question make her jump scaring her. Her emotions were all disorganized, she need to think, organize and decide. A branch of olive was presented to her. While she get her defenses back again she will have to see what Shingen has to offer her.

“OK, what you propose?” putting her hands behind her back Selene started opening and closing her hands in fist. It was a way to curb her anxiety.

(At least she is standing down, OK let's see where can go from this.) Shingen felt internally relieved that Selene wanted to at least talk. He wondered why she hide her hands behind her. Another puzzle he might need to put the pieces together.

“Why not talk about it while eating something. I will help you with what you need after that, deal?” Shingen smiled at her seeing how her cheeks get a nice pink shade.

“OK, Takeda you win again.” rolling her eyes Selene went to the kitchen with him.

The wedding took place two weeks later. Selene faithful to her word went dress all in black as a surprise. Shingen was dress on a nice black suit with a white shirt and red tie. Shingen had to bite his tongue, Selene was proving to be indeed full of surprises, not that all were nice ones. While in the beginning it was fun to spite Shingen, Selene was feeling tense, and nervous. The gang was there only two of them knew about the situation. Besides them, Shingen's mother and a couple of friends from his family also were there. Selene was worried what will the others will think about her? Cursing her anxiety and insecurities, Selene wore her Armour as tight as she could. The ceremony only took ten minutes, once the signing was done. Everyone went outside the court of justice to congratulate the newlyweds.

“Selene congratulations, my dear girl, welcome to the family.” Kaede Takeda, Shingen's mother told Selene while given her a hug.

Selene relaxed when she hugged Shingen's mother. She felt she could trust her.

“Thank you Mrs. Takeda, I'm glad to be part of the family.” Selene smiled genuinely. Her other interactions went pleasant, she managed to fool all except two people of the group. Shingen and Masamune. The men at some point stood face to face. Masamune was not hiding his anger at Shingen.

“Takeda?” raising his eyebrow Masamune didn't attempt to shake hands.

“Date, I know in the past you both used to be best friends with my wife. So I want due to that old bond ask to please do not meddle in the middle of our relationship. If, not...”

Masamune cut him off. “Or What? Listen Takeda, she is a great woman. Treat her with respect, she is not one of those one night stands you had. She needs someone to care for her. Not to use her. And if you hurt her I'm going to hunt you down...”

“Guys, will you calm down? This look more like a duel than a wedding.” Nobunaga cut them off and stood in the middle acting normal. “Selene right now is tense, Shingen, is she alright?”

“So far, she's been acting stressed out since the lecture of the testament. I'm working on a truce...”

“And he calls himself a ladies man.”Mitsuhide stood next to Shingen smirking at his words. “Selene is not the enemy, she used to play with us remember or you suddenly forgot about it?”

“I thought she was more intelligent than your brother Shingen.” Ieyasu was now next to Masamune. As always the grumpy with the firecracker.

Shingen was getting fed up with them. It was enough that Masamune was so close to her now the rest were on his case.

Selene saw from the distance the exchange, she noticed Shingen was in trouble. Excusing herself, she went to see the group. By now, he had each hand closed on a fist. Squinting her eyes, Selene knew something must need to be done. Taking a look at the man that now was her husband she couldn't stop smiling. While part of her was feeling miserable another felt completely greedy and euphoric, man at some point she wish...stopping her train of thought she arrived at the group with a soft smile.

“Hey guys, are you behaving and being nice with my “hubby” uh?” The word sounded playful, caring. Shingen suddenly was weary of Selene sudden calm. “It's everything OK, princess?”

“I'm good, just checking on you. Btw, you got something on your  chin.”

Shingen started cleaning his face. “Is it better now?”

“No, could you let me help you? Selene got a napkin on her hand and waited for Shingen to lower his face closer. Shingen was a full six feet one inch tall, Selene was five foot, five but since she was wearing heels was now on five foot seven. Still Shingen was taller than her. Once he inclined a bit their faces were close and Shingen let her clean his face while observing her. Carefully she cleaned his chin and before finishing she closed the distance and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“With the nerves we forgot to kiss at the end of the ceremony, better late than never. Right guys?” giving a playful wink to a flustered Shingen, the gang except Masamune started to applaud Selene's bold movement while she smiling went away.

If she had slap him on the face it wouldn't had been any different. Shingen felt her soft lips touching him briefly while the tip of her tongue caressed his upper lip. There were very few times someone could had surprised him more than Selene had done. She might had used the situation to kiss him or she was warning him that they need to keep the appearances for the sake of the others. For a few seconds he forgot everything around him. What only mattered to him were those lips. Those soft delicious lips on his. His heart started to race. OK this is wrong, how could she had done that to him without he noticing it?  Turning to the gang Shingen flip them and went to look for Selene.

“Should we go to see they are ok?” Hideyoshi was about follow them when Nobunaga put his arm in front of them.

“You know the saying Hideyoshi, three are a crowd. Those two, need time. That's why maybe her father did that stupid testament.”

“You think?” asked Hideyoshi still skeptical.

“Wanna bet, I bet twenty Selene, will make that guy cry.” said Mitsuhide waving a twenty in front of the guys.

Laughing Nobunaga took out a twenty dollar bill. “Sure why not, I bet that she at least will get one tear out of him.”

Selene managed to find a bench a bit retired from the others. She took a seat feeling her heart about to go out of her rib cage. She didn't it. She finally kissed him and it was amazing. Selene couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. Taking several breaths to calm down she got startled when Shingen sit next to her suddenly.

“Jesus Takeda, are you a ninja? You almost killed me from a heart attack.” it was hard to be grumpy not after that kiss.

Shingen didn't said a word he simply pulled her closed to him surprising her with a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and demanding, his tongue started a delicious assault combined with little nibbles. The tactic was good and the strategy paid off. Selene parted her lips briefly, his tongue took the advantage and invaded her mouth exploring her hungrily. Moaning softly, Selene responded to the kiss with the same passion he was giving it to her. Their tongues dance until, they went out of breath. Panting, to recover, Shingen smiled and softly whispered to her lips. Selene had trouble hearing it since her heart was pounding wildly.

“This my dear wife is a proper “You may kiss the bride kiss.” after that he didn't wait another second and started kissing her again.

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Notes: Thank you again, I’m really glad you are liking the story so far, I’m pulling for something totally different from the first story. Again comments, likes, shares are welcome.

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My hubbie loves lacy knickers

Dear Susan,

May I firstly thank you for your publication which has given me considerable entertainment, and several good ideas, since I happened upon it three months ago. Unlike most of the ladies who correspond with you, I have not forced my husband into petticoats as a form of discipline, but I have exploited his natural sissy tendencies for my benefit.

I thought he had been fiddling with my clothes because things weren’t where I remembered putting them, and my drawers seemed more untidy than I left them so, one day when he was staying at home, I pretended to go to work and came back about an hour later. I caught him wearing a brand new dress and matching jacket of mine that I hadn’t even worn yet - and a pair of my tights. I was more cross that he was wearing my clothes and going behind my back than that he wanted to wear women’s clothes, so I shouted at him. It was hard not to laugh really, because he looked so silly.

He said that he didn’t want to wear women’s clothes all the time but sometimes he did and it made him relax. I said I didn’t care if he wore them all the time if they were his, in fact I was going to insist on it. He got very afraid then, and said that he couldn’t because he wouldn’t be able to go to work in women’s clothes and, anyway, he didn’t need to dress up all the time, just sometimes. I told him that from now on he would wear women’s undies all the time, and wear a dress or skirt in the house or promise never to wear any women’s clothes ever again. He said that he didn’t think he could stop completely, so he finally agreed to wear women’s undies and dresses and skirts in the house.

I made him show me what he was wearing under the dress. It was a lovely matching set of bra, lacy knickers and full slip in black nylon and lace that I was particularly fond of. There was a matching suspender belt that went with the rest of the set, but he wasn’t wearing that. He had put balloons filled with water in the bra cups. He was wearing almost £200 worth of my clothes. I told him that the clothes were now his, but he would have to give me £200 before I would let him take them off. He was now getting very embarrassed and uncomfortable, and was desperate to change back into men’s clothes, but he didn’t have £200 in the house. I told him that we would go to the cash point to get it.

I told him to go upstairs and get undressed, and he started to look happier until I finished what I was saying with, “Then get in the bath and shave your legs and underarms.” I told him to then get dressed in the same clothes after he was finished in the bathroom.

While he was shaving, I gathered up all his vests, underpants and socks and put them in an old suitcase, and into the boot of my car. When he came back from the bathroom, I wiped all the make-up off his face and re-did it so that he looked vaguely female, and restyled his hair in a more feminine way. I managed to force his feet into an old pair of sling-backs of mine (I am a 6, he is a 7). Then we drove to the local tip and I threw away all his men’s underclothes.

Next we drove to Slough, which is somewhere we rarely go shopping. After we had been to the cash point and he had given me £200, I took him to a big department store and briefed him on what I wanted him to buy for himself. I told him that as my clothes seemed to fit, he could use my sizes.

First we went to the lingerie section. I told him to buy lots of camisole tops with matching French knickers. He would need at least ten sets. He could choose the colours, but I expected them to have lots and lots of lace. He would need at least six bras – again pretty, lacy ones, as well as half slips and full slips, half a dozen suspender belts, and lots of pairs of nylon stockings. And he should get some nightdresses and a frilly pink housecoat.

I stood back and watched as he went about his task. I expected that he would attract a lot of attention but nobody seemed to notice. I was almost disappointed. When he paid for all the stuff, it was more than £800! The sales lady was very nice to him and asked if he had got the right sizes, and did he want to try on one of the bras just to make sure?

Next we went to women’s wear. Again, I told him what I expected, and then stood back and watched. This time it was five dresses, five skirts, five tops and five jumpers, together with an overcoat. He responded very well to the instruction “Pretty and feminine but sensible. They are for working in, not going to parties.” Another £500 spent. This time I had told him to ask the assistant if he could try the clothes on. She looked at him a bit sideways, but checked that there was a free cubicle and in he went.

The only things left were shoes. I decided that I would now take an active part. When we were approached by an assistant I explained that my husband was looking for a pair of plain courts in black with about a one inch heel, a pair of fluffy, heeled mules to wear around the house. We also bought a pair of black knee boots which would be quite uncomfortable to wear. It all cost a total of £320, as the boots were £250!

My life, since that day, has been absolutely brilliant. He wears a camisole and knickers under his male clothes to go to work, or if we go out. He complains that French knickers are uncomfortable because of the loose legs with no elastic. I thought they would be, which is why I told him to buy them. He had to replace the stockings with hold-ups as his hips are too narrow to keep a suspender belt up.

He changes into a dress or skirt and top as soon as he gets in from work and puts his make-up on. This is something that I forgot on our first shopping trip, but I take him shopping while all dressed up every three months so that he can keep up with fashion. He does all the clothes washing, ironing, shopping, cooking, and washing up. I no longer have to do a thing. He seems to spend half his home life washing soft and delicate ladies’ undies, and he really is a sight when he is hanging up the washing in the back garden.

I have a friend at work. We go for a drink together after work every week or two. Then she comes back to my house for some supper. And she really teases him for being dressed as a woman and doing all the “women’s jobs”. She calls him a sissy, and he has to agree. I really love him, and I keep him under control by threatening to take away all his men’s clothes and making him dress as a woman all the time. He keeps his whole body shaved and we pluck each other’s eyebrows every week.

I haven’t mentioned his name because I no longer use it. I always call him “Girl”, even when we are out with my friends. He has to accept it because that is what he is – a little sissy girl who wants to wear women’s clothes and now has to do it all the time – even in bed, and of course he has to do all the work around the house. I think I would have treated him differently if he had told me about his habit. As I said, I don’t really mind the idea of him wearing women’s clothes, it was not trusting me and going behind my back and stealing my clothes that made me cross, and a convert to petticoat discipline.

Yours sincerely, Elaine

[tehyon]

the taste of you part 1 (m)

Marrying Jungkook for the sake of the family business was going great until he started talking about making babies.

Characters; jjk x you

Genre; angst, romance, drama, smut

prologue • one • ....

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Stark sunlight filled your vision as you felt someone stir next to you. It took you a couple seconds before you realised who that person was.

“Urgh” you groaned, a familiar ache reminding you of what you had done. Or rather who you’d done.

You’d only managed to dragged half of your body out of the bed, legs still entwined in the duvet covers when you felt a hand on your right ass cheek.

“Jeon Jungkook, I will personally saw that hand off with a rusty piece of metal if you do not remove it from my ass in five seconds”

“I’m just savouring the moment babe” He replied, voice husky having just woken up.

As he traced a crude outline of a penis into the buttcheek you felt your wits snap and slapped his hand away, the position causing you to tumble out of the bed sheets, and landing on your backside.

“I can’t deal with you right now, we have to meet with the shareholders today, Min Yoongi is out for our blood; he’s already prepared a buyout if I don’t have Jeon family spawn swelling my ankles by the end of the month”

Making your way to the dressers you pulled out of some of his clothes, flinging them behind you somewhat in his direction, slipping on one of his shirts in the process.

You heard the bed sheets ruffling until feet planted themselves on the floor,   tingles racing up your limbs as you felt his gaze trace your body.

“You know, you would be so hot if you weren’t such a bitch”

Raising an eyebrow, meetings his eyes you could only laugh, “Ditto babe“

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Skin tight satin enveloped your body, blood red heels, and diamonds dripping from your ears, you were ready for battle.

Min Yoongi had been the assumed heir to the company before you’d married Jungkook. He’d been in the same classes, gotten the same grades as your husband, the only difference being his surname. Not that he ever let the resentment show, they were friends after all; he preferred his own special form of mind games.

As much of a little shit that he could be at times, you couldn’t deny the fact that the man was gorgeous. He’d recently bleached his hair to a platinum blonde for some reason, and you could feel his effect on you down to your core.

Why did the good-looking men around you all have to be assholes?

You dismissed the staff around the table, leaving only the three relevant people at a standstill around the mahogany table. Two vs one.

“Yoongi, it’s been a while” You smiled, although you weren’t sure if it wasn’t more of a grimace.

“Likewise” He let his eyes linger on your neckline before extending his hand out to Jungkook.

The silence hung in the room, nobody wanting to be the first to back down. The sunlight beaming in from the wall length windows caused the light to glimmer off the expensive prisms dangling from your ears, dancing around the barren office.

“So…” You began.

“I have the majority of shareholders in agreement with me, that without you two fulfilling the requirements of the contract, I will supersede the position of CEO”

You could only chuckle at the thinly veiled threat, gesturing for the three of you to sit, “Now, I’m sure you don’t want to rush into things Yoongi, you can have CEO, but Chairman is always going to be our’s”

His eyes settled on your own, although this time you weren’t sure if you wanted to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.

A beat passed, you felt a hand land on top of your own, squeezing hard down on your fingers, silencing the rest of your attack.

“Hyung, relax. Give me a couple days and we’ll send the test to you in the mail, free of charge”

Although he joked, Jungkook’s eyes seemed to glower at his opposition, not entirely happy with the tension that lingered in the room.

With his hands up, faux surrendering, Yoongi chuckled to himself, “I’m just making sure you could step up to the mark Kook”

His hand moved under the table, you felt Jungkook’s hand latch onto your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin, “We’re working on it”

You moved to remove his hand, trying to cross your leg over the other, only to have him hold it in place, his wedding ring burning a promise on your skin.

“Oh really? Because I’ve been hearing certain rumours-“

You cut him off, ���-false of course. There are so many people out there talking rubbish, surely you’re not falling for that?”

“But you have to admit that it is quite alarming to hear that our esteemed Mr Jeon CEO big shot can’t get it up“

It was Jungkook’s turn to chuckle this time, his grip tightening on your thigh.  “Are you saying that you want to watch?”

It was clear now that the conversation had turned into a battle of who’s dick was bigger, so you moved to rise, brushing his hand off your thigh. Cursing the slight hand mark left on your skin you shuffled the front of your dress to hide the incriminating mark.

Standing across each other in such an empty room seemed almost childish, so making your way towards the man waiting to destroy your entire world, you plastered the fakest smile you could muster.

Only you didn’t expect him to wind his arm around your waist, pulling you into a close hug. You felt his warm breath on your neck as he bent slightly to whisper.

“I’m always a call away”

A burning feeling spread through your body, your hands itching to run through his hair, now that you were close enough. Your gaze trailed his hair and landed on his eyes, now focused solely on you.

Someone else coughed in the room, wrenching your attention to your husband.

“You know the way out Hyung, I’m sure I don’t need to escort you”

Yoongi only nodded in his direction, surmising. Hands now resting in his pockets, he made his way out of the room.

Jungkook waited a couple of minutes before following him out, his silence speaking volumes. Half storming to the elevators, you could only snort at him. He was such a child sometimes. Sadly you now had to endure fifty floors with him.

As the doors to the executive elevator closed, shutting you in an enclosed space with the man-child, his eyes whipped to yours.

“What the hell was that?”

You shrugged, “I have no idea what you are talking about”

“You’re unbelievable”

“Thank you”

“No, you don’t get it” He closed in on you, hand slamming on the alarm button, causing the elevator to shudder to a halt.

You felt his hand snake around to the back of your dress, cupping your behind and squeezing, “I don’t like it when people say I don’t take care of my things”

His lips descended on your own, engulfing you in his world. You liked the hint of possession that dripped from his words, but you’d never let him know. Too engrossed in letting him introduce his tongue to your to mouth you only managed whimpers, you never heard the ripping until you felt a hand there.  

“Do I need to remind you again who’s pussy this is?” He growled into your neck, laboured breaths fanning over your exposed skin.

You let one of your hands loose from behind his neck so it could latch onto his tie, dragging his head lower, to where he should be. Beneath you; where he belonged.

“I didn’t take you for the jealous kind, hubby”

“And I didn’t realise how much of a good dicking you needed” He replied, placing a small kiss above your clit, so close yet so fucking far.

He ran a finger down your slit, a smirk growing as he licked the result of your desire, “Is someone wet for me already?”

“Just fucking do something already” You hissed, hating the teasing.

“Nuh uh, use your manners Y/N, I don’t play with bad girls”

He’d moved back up, so his nose bumped yours as you ground your hips into his. “Fuck me, please”, you whispered, groaning as his hardness caressed you through his silk blend suit. You were staining him through and through.

“That’s better”

You didn’t wait for him to move after that, hands already sliding past his undone belt, pulling out his member urgently.

Jungkook stepped forward closing the already impossible distance between the two of you, an arm scooping you up so you were perched on the bar in the elevator lining him up to your entrance.

Mewling at the touch of him at your entrance you wiggled your hips trying to get more of him in until one of his hands clutched your chin, forcing your eyes to stare back into his own.

“Look at me, look into the eyes of the only one who can fuck you like this” He growled, grip tightening around your waist.

You nodded, too impatient to argue. He eased himself into you, your own slickness helping him slowly bury himself deeper and deeper until you felt him bottom out. The head almost kissing your cervix. He moaned, feeling you clench around him like a vice as you tried to get used to him.

But greedy as you were, you let your legs curl behind him, opening up more, pushing him further, “Ngh” you managed almost sweating at the pain and pleasure.

“Getting moving then pretty boy” You hissed, feeling the itch that needed to be scratched deep within.

Releasing your chin he moved to grab your hair, a fistful pulling you back so he could lean forward and nip you on the neck. “What- did- I- fucking- say-“ said in between each love bite.

“Fuck me please, Daddy“

It was like a flicking a switch, his eyes seemed to gleam as he moved all the way out, leaving you like a mess before slamming back into you.

Grabbing his glossy strands, ignoring the brushed back style he’d gone for today you wrenched him to your mouth, needing to taste him as he pumped more and more of himself into you.

“Fuck, you like this kinda thing right?” He hissed, ignoring the lewd sounds of the two of your smacking against each other, echoing around the metal container, “I saw how you were looking at Yoongi, as if he can make you like this” He only seemed to speed up after, more determined to ensure you couldn’t walk for a week.

“Only you,” you managed, “ngh- Jungkook”

“Mine, and mine only” He whispered almost darkly, feeling you becoming more and more undone around him, “Come for me baby”

You hadn’t even noticed his other hand moving until you felt the pressure building up as his thumb pressed down on your clit, moving just the way you like, wet from your combined slickness.

“Fucking Jeon Jungkook, fuck” Seemed to be the only words you could manage.

“Who’s pretty little cunt is this?” As he slowed to long and languish strokes.

“Yours” You screamed, feeling the rush of endorphins almost blind you, nails scratching into the back of his suit.

He seemed to be not far behind, a vein appearing in his forehead as he gritted his teeth together, almost shaking the elevator with the strength that he was pounding into you.

“You ready to cum in your pussy?”

He only grunted in return, strokes now sloppy, his movements too eager, “Get me pregnant Kook” You whispered.

That seemed to be the trigger for him, as you felt his warmth fill you up inside, his length not letting any escape. His strength seemed to leave him for a moment, as you felt him lean forward into you, resting his face on your exposed cleavage.

You two stayed like that for maybe a minute, just riding out the waves of pleasure, until you could stand somewhat again.

As he disengaged from you, you felt the telltale wetness leak down your leg, slowly moving down the tender skin on your inner thigh, as you watch Jungkook tuck the torn panties into his inner suit pocket.

He moved to redo his clothing as hands frantically smoothed his own hair down, both looking into opposite panels of the mirrored elevator, smoothing and readjusting.

Only when he pressed the emergency button again, did the elevator come back to life, making its way down towards the ground floor.