#and finally with everything said she would tell him she forgave him and she loved him-- how about him?

[rhaenyratargeryn]

100% my Lavellan and Solas got back to the Lighthouse, fixed him up and went "Well, we should talk...." realized they were both tired of doing the shit they "should" do and only after timeless days of exhaustively and thoroughly making love did they begin the long conversation, naked in body and in heart and soul at last.

[mackandcheezy]

Beneath the White Sheets (Young! President! Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

​​A/N: A simple domestic fluff turned slightly sensual hot, slightly crazy, boyfriend who can’t keep his hands to himself. For my lovely anon who just wanted something less depressing than the typical hunger games fic

People are utterly stupid. At least that’s what Coriolanus had been telling himself for the past two hours. Being made president of Panem was everything he had ever wanted and more but he couldn’t stand how much conversation it involved. He could never stand to fraternize with those less intelligent than himself and that seemed fo be all this was comprised of. Though it all was worth it to come home to you. 

You had met in school, what felt like such a long ago. Started as enemies as all good lovers do, competing to mentor the best tribute for the 10th hunger games. Yours had died before even making it to the arena, a fact Coryo never quite let you forget, or the fact that his won. But you were always quick to remind him that he cheated so it didn’t count. The same small frown would appear on his face at the mention of Lucy Gray. 

You knew they had a history, but you also knew that nobody could ever love you the way he did. On a fundamental level she would always resent who he was, how he was raised, his “kind.” You on the other hand knew what it meant to work your way up from the bottom, to have drive and passion. You were one in the same in that way, but you kept him in check, able to dull some of the red that always tinted the edges of his plans. 

The moment he bursted in the door you knew it had been a bad day even before he started ranting. 

“I can’t BELIEVE these people, it’s like they think the world runs on expensive fabrics and tiny foods.” Coryo threw his suit jacket into the corner of the room, the white coat crumpling like a piece of paper. Running a hand through his hair he finally took the time to look at you properly. 

His eyes raked your form, taking in the way your freshly washed locks framed your face. Your eyes were focused on him, that same worried look ever present on your face, it brought a warm flush to his cheeks. Even a year into marriage it never ceased to surprise him that everyday someone could care. That even after seeing him, the real him with skeletons in the closet, you still loved him— still forgave him. That simple fact was enough to make the stress of the day melt from his body. Shoulders dropping just the tiniest bit, jaw coming unclenched for the first time since he’d left at six am that morning. 

He watched as you shuffled out of bed, in that same night dress that was just sheer enough to hint at what was underneath but not enough to satisfy his desires. Your pebbled nipples poking out just enough to make him want to do nothing more than to take one into his mouth and taste the sweet comfort of home. The thought of the taste of your skin already bringing a burning desire to his mind. 

But you could simply fuck anytime, right now was for something more pure. 

You floated across the room and wrapped your hands around his waist, burying your face in his chest, “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too. I should fire everyone and replace them with you instead, you’re more intelligent that all of them combined,” he placed a greedy kiss to your lips before pulling away, “and much sexier too” his hot breath on your lips making you flush. 

You allowed him to change his clothes wordlessly. Basking in the presence of your lover, Coryo doing the same. Your relationship was built on comfortable silence, if something needed to be said it would, but for now all either one of you needed was to feel the other. 

Like a well rehearsed play you both flowed back to the bed, allowing the cool sheets and soft mattress to absorb your bodies until you met in the middle. Coryo wrapped every open limb around you until you were one. With your ear on his chest you listened to his heart beat. The rhythmic thumping grounding you, this was reality, white sheets and curly blonde hair. 

“I’m scared” that statement sent chills through your body. Never had Coryo admitted to something so-- human in all the time you had known him. 

“Do we have something to be scared for?” 

“The thought of this being temporary fleets my mind often these days, that one day I will have nothing to provide to you anymore” The statement broke your heart. Deep down you knew he cared, even if he tried to convince himself he didn’t. Yet her he was the very thought of letting you down was terrifying. 

“I don’t need anything but you,” You felt the held breath ruffle the strands of hair at the top of your head. “You are enough Coriolanus Snow, I promised myself to you because even a poor beggar I would want nothing more in this life than you” 

“I have never wanted anything more than you” The confession surprised you in a sense. You knew you were an important part of the puzzle, but Panem always seemed to come first. 

You allowed yourself to reflect on that as you watched the sun drop below the skyline of the Capitol, a warm orangey-pink engulfing the room. Allowing yourself to relax in the strong embrace of your husband, and give in to the sleep pulling at your eyes.

[shiny-kaibernyte]

Avahjdiaksvvxhsx this blog is so silly in a good way

As much as I love toothpaste, edgy onion deserves some love as well

Can I get hcs of Kieran x reader set after the end of Indigo Disk where Kieran and the reader's rekindled friendship slowly grows into romance over time? I just think the idea is cute

Your wish is my command!💜💜

Pokémon Headcannons | Kieran (Post-game Romance)

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet DLC Spoilers ahead!

Warnings: mild obsessive behaviour. Kieran being a sweet bean

SPOILER WARNING For The ending of The indigo disk

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After the whole Ogerpon, Terapagos, situation was finally over, the guild Kieran felt was unfathomable. The people he had hurt, the things he had said to everyone he cared about were weighing on him more than they ever did before.

So when he had practically yelled at you to forgive him on the bridge to the academy. To see your smile once more, to know after everything he had done you’d forgiven him! His only friend had forgiven him after all of this. Not a chance was he letting this go, not a second time. You are his best friend and he’s making sure he doesn’t lose your trust or you again.

Getting your forgiveness was pretty easy, as for the others… that was more of a challenge. Carmine never really held a grudge, Kieran’s her brother she cares for him! Drayton forgave him quite quickly, though he still holds a grudge against him for what he’s done, and will remind him of this if he slips out of it again. 

It took weeks for Crispin and Lacey to forgive him, so much persuasion, apologies, gifts, everything under the sun so they would even remotely forgive him. So many times he wanted to give up, thinking he had failed them as he had himself. But with your constant motivation and joy, he continued trying to gain they’re trust again, for you.

His grades began shooting up as well. He began actually focusing more on the Pokémon world and the people around him instead of his obsession with getting stronger. Which caused Amarys to admit to him how proud she was of him. Be it stoically.

After some time he was even able to earn Ogerpon' s love and trust, becoming good friends with the adorable Pokémon. 

Kieran had even begun spending a lot more time with you, going on shiny hunts with you, catching Pokémon with you and just genuinely wanting to be around you! It reminded him of how he felt back on Kitagami, the joy he felt running around doing all those challenges with you. 

But it also brought back some feelings he had bottled away. Feelings he never thought would resurface, and yet, running around the Terrarium with you, running through the stories of your adventures in Paldea with him. He wanted nothing more than to just hold you.

Little did he know you felt the same.

It wasn’t until a few months after that he finally mustered up the courage. And by that I mean Carmine practically dragged him to you and demanded he tell you how he felt. Much to your confusion.

But he does confess telling you straight up how he felt, how much you make his heart ache when you're not around, how seeing you so focused on catching a Pokémon makes his face go all red and warm. How your focused battle face was so refreshing to him, your smile being the cutest thing in the world to him.

Granted he stumbled over every word, the old shy Kieran you knew before, showing his face one last time.

When you plant a kiss on his cheek, followed by a hug, he knew your feelings were mutual and he couldn’t help but smile a beaming smile, hugging you for the first time in so long. And he was never letting this moment go. And never again was he letting you slip from his grasp again.

[bitethedevil]

If you’re taking writing prompts consider-

Raphael reacting to Tav/Durge confessing they’re in love with him

I made it a Durge because I haven't written a lot of Durge stuff (fun fact: the first longer fic I ever wrote was with a Durge warlock that had Raph as a patron, but I never released it). Raph is being a bit of a manipulative dick in this one, but what's new. Also, I'm slow as fuck at replying to my asks (especially prompts)

Love

Clack clack clack clack…clack clack clack clack…clack clack clack clack.

His office was deadly quiet except for the sound of his claws tapping on the hard mahogany of his desk, a dangerous rhythm that she knew immediately what meant the second she heard it. The rhythm echoed her heartbeat as she waited for her patron to say something. She was in trouble.

He was leaning against his desk, looking at her and keeping her in suspense. A cruel smile stretched over his face, as he saw how she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She had defeated monsters, mindflayers, gods…even the biggest monster of them all, her father. Still, nothing made her stomach churn more than the thought of Raphael’s wrath.

The feeling humiliated her as much as it thrilled her and drew her closer to him. She had been a god in her own right with all the lives she took under Bhaal and the cult she had led in his name, but this mere cambion brought her to her knees.

She was like a moth to his fiery flames. Everything about him excited her: his cruelness, his gracious mercy at times, his power plays. He felt like home. There was something safe and known in that cruelty that drew her closer. It was something she understood the rules of.

Click clack…

“I have always questioned your loyalty,” he finally said and moved his claws up to his face to look at them as he spoke. “It is no secret that I am prone to play favorites, but perhaps I made a mistake when I took you in…”

His yellow eyes looked up at her. His comment hit her like a punch to the gut and she knew as well as him that that was the intended effect. She hated the feeling of disappointing him. She hated that she felt that way about it even more. She cleared her throat.

“What is this about?” she asked quietly.

That was the wrong question. She could see it from the way his tail flicked in irritation. She had taught herself every one of his physical cues. They were subtle sometimes, but easier to read in this form. The man had total control over his body, but the devil was just a tad less composed.

“What is this about?” he repeated his question in a smooth, even tone. “Many things, my dear.”

That was another thing she had learned: it was never just one thing. Raphael held grudges. He archived every little mistake in his head in neat files, so he could throw them in your face when you stepped out of line.

“You came crawling to me after your father spat you out, after defying me at every turn and without a crown for me. You begged me to take you in, and yet I question your devotion to my cause. You owe me a grand debt when it comes to loyalty. A debt you have not yet paid back with your services, and one that I now question if you will ever pay back if you keep associating yourself with the wrong people.”

She had wanted to give him the Crown of Karsus. She had liked him even back then. Her companions had fought her every step of the way, and with her dealing with Bhaal, she had too much on her plate to fight them on it.

“It wasn’t my choice, Raphael,” she pleaded. “You know—”

“Yes, yes,” he cut her off impatiently with a wave of his clawed hand. “I have heard all your endless excuses…and I graciously forgave you, didn’t I? You would have been a bloody stain on my carpet long ago if I had not. What I cannot forgive is disloyalty.”

“Raphael, please,” she pleaded quietly. “Just tell me what I have done. I’ll make it right.”

Another flick of his tail. His nose wrinkled and his eyes narrowed, but he quickly schooled his features back into one of indifference.

“What were you doing in Waterdeep?” he asked slowly, each word as heavy as a brick.

That was what all of this was about. She had visited Gale. Gale who had been the very reason that the Crown of Karsus did not go to Raphael. Gale and her had started out as friends, but it evolved to something more along the way. It did not work out. Gale was too perfect, too functional for her. She broke his heart, and she would be lying if she said that this fact wasn’t taken into consideration when she gave up on trying to give to the Crown of Karsus to Raphael.

“I was just visiting,” she admitted. “Nothing more.”

“Just visiting,” he repeated with a hint of venom in his voice. “Just visiting an old flame that snubbed your patron of what was rightfully his, is that right? Is he well, our dear Gale? Does his new unburdened life suit him?”

“We are friends—”

“Friends,” Raphael said with a cruel laugh. “How awfully sentimental of you, dear. How soft you have become. I remember a ruthless woman who murdered her way through Baldur’s Gate. That woman, I could have used. It seems that your father has stripped you of everything that once made you interesting.”

That comment made her furious. It made her blood boil, but then why was she on the verge of crying instead? Why did she find herself pleading instead of yelling?

“Gale and I have been through hell and back,” she said. “It doesn’t change my loyalties for you. Please, Raphael.”

“I will NOT be made to look a fool!!” he roared with a sudden fire in his eyes.

The sound boomed through his office. She flinched. His tail flicked from side to side now. He looked her up and down. It seemed to please him how she was turning pale at his words and tearing up. He returned to his calm and collected demeanor as quickly as he got angry.

“Why are you crying?” he asked without a shred of sympathy in the question.

She tried to stop, but she couldn’t. She just wanted him to understand that she was devoted to him, and that this was all a mistake. She had not meant to cross him or make him angry, but merely to visit an old friend. His nails started tapping on the table again as he waited for her to speak.

“Can’t you— can’t you see that I’m only loyal to you?” she sobbed. Clack, clack… “I made a contract with you because I wanted to work for you. I’m yours, and only yours.” Clack, clack, clack. “Can’t you see how I only want to please you? How much I love you?”

Clack.

He froze for a moment at the oddly heartfelt confession that escaped her lips. She had not meant for that to come out, but he was great at pressuring her into saying things she didn’t want to admit. It was a humiliating confession. She hated being so vulnerable and weak. She wished that she could stuff the words right back down her throat. He wasn’t supposed to know.

A smile spread over his otherwise frozen face. He looked her up and down and let out a small huff of laughter. He looked like a man who had just been handed the perfect weapon. His hand left the table and beckoned her closer with a finger.

She walked over to him, unable to look him in the eye. He tilted her head up with a claw under her chin. He towered over her in that form.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She looked into his yellow eyes. He was smiling at her.

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” she repeated.

The humiliation in the confession was more apparent this time, and he was eating it up like it was the best meal he had had in centuries. He laughed her straight in the face.

“Oh, dear,” he said with a chuckle. “A creature of habit, aren’t you? You poor girl…”

She swallowed hard. She should have just shut up. His thumb ran over her jaw and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch set her aflame, despite the excruciating embarrassment she was feeling.

“Do I remind you of your dear old papa?” he asked, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Is that what this is about? It is always the fathers, isn’t it? Still searching for the approval of a cruel master, even now. Perhaps you haven’t changed at all, my dear…”

She kept quiet. He leaned closer as if sharing a secret. She could smell wine and tobacco on his breath. His thumb rubbed circles on her jaw.

“Tell me,” he whispered to her. “Where did your dear Gale fit into this picture? I’m awfully curious.”

Her eyes flicked to his lips for only a second, but he didn’t miss it by the way his smile widened.

There was only one acceptable answer and she prayed that she would choose the right one. She shrugged.

“He didn’t,” she said quietly.

That was the right answer from the way his smile widened.

“No, I would imagine not,” he said. “Too…boring…wasn’t he? He was not enough of a challenge for you, so you discarded him.”

There was a hint of guilt in her eyes at his words. He tutted gently and caressed her cheek.

“Who could blame you?” he cooed. “People like us won’t concern ourselves with boredom. You were right in choosing to focus on greater things. Gale was easy. Pleasing him was easy. He would not make you fight for it like I will.”

That promise made a shiver go through her. Raphael grabbed her arm and tugged her even closer, until she was standing between his legs with her chest pressed against his. His hand came to rest on her hip. He pressed his forehead against her, his nose touching hers. He was tantalizingly close.

“You are mine then, aren’t you?” he asked. “Only mine.”

She nodded. He gave a dangerous smile.

“You want to please me,” he said. “To make me happy…”

Another nod.

“You love and adore me.”

Another nod. His lips were so close she could almost taste them. His thumb was rubbing circles into her hip. His tail was flicking side to side, but not in rage. It was more like a cat that is ready to pounce on an unsuspecting prey that it had been sneaking up on for a while.

“You will write a letter to Gale Dekarios and say that you are unavailable for any future visits,” he whispered against her lips. “That you have already done plenty for him and that you never want to see him again.”

His lips brushed lightly against hers before he pulled away, stealing her breath. She chased his lips, but he only smiled and pulled away further. She knew she had to earn it.

“Go. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?” he said with a smile and let go of her.

[starguardianniom]

The Power of Love in Miraculous Ladybug

It's bad.

Legit bad.

Just in the opening song, you hear: "The power of love always so strong!"

More like always so strong at creating all the problems in the freaking show fr.

Gabriel is Hawk Moth just to get the miraculouses to save his wife, so he is motivated by love.

Marinette legit screwed herself up in 4 of the 5 seasons finales because of love.

And that's not getting into all the akumas she caused just because she was so caught up in her own feelings that she screwed over other people or just ended up hurting other people's feelings in her wake.

The world legit ended because of her love.

Also had to reset an entire timeline too because she couldn't stick to her plan the moment she learned Adrien was Chat Noir.

Let's not forget how the show portrays Marinette's love of Adrien, via stalking, knowing everything in his schedule for the next 3 years, planning his birthday gifts for decades in advance (and apparently having weird gifts too since she threw one of them in the trash once she saw Adrien's confused reaction to it), getting jealous of any girl getting close to him to the point that she once teamed up with Chloé to get Kagami away, and Kagami had done nothing to deserve being humiliated publicly like that, even worse is that the year before Marinette got humiliated b Chloé in front of a guy she liked by said guy she liked which started her whole obsession about Adrien later on which just makes her a double hypocrite in Animaestro.

Marinette treats Adrien more like a prize than a person, you're not gonna make me believe that everything she knows about him is stuff she learned from him by talking to him, please, given how she could barely speak to him you really think she would pull this off? Pretty sure she just researched him online, at one point she pratically begs Nino to tell her what Adrien finds funny.

And yet not once does she consider if Adrien would actually have a word in their relationship, she called him her Adrien as far as season 1.

Meanwhile, Gabriel loves his son but also emotionally abuse him, and also gets physical with him once he learns he's Chat Noir, he yeeted him to the Eiffel Tower, I never forgave him for that.

He also loves his wife, but he also ended up losing his one real chance at bringing her back just to get back at Ladybug, so you can say his love wasn't enough anymore.

The Power of Love was motivating him until it changed to obsession at revenge with Ladybug.

Now I wonder what's it's gonna take until Marinette realise her love for Adrien is her downfall. So far it screwed her over everytime more than anything else, it's not her strenght it's her biggest weakness that brings out the worst in her, and it got brought to it's height in the season 5 finale and the London special.

Lying to the whole world about Gabriel just to spare Adrien's feelings because Gabriel asked her too, especially after everything he did to him, to her and everyone else? Yeah, no.

It just traps Adrien more.

It's disgusting.

The Power of Love is the biggest evil in the freaking show to the point it's its own character.

Lila wish she could be just as bad.

Maybe she will be able to show us.

And with how season 5 ended, I'm wondering how The Power of Love is gonna do, probably do even more damage.

The Power of Love shown by the main protagonist and the main villain is the most terrifying thing ever in the show.

[janeyseymour]

Won't You Be... My Neighbor?- pt 1

@schemmentis threw out the idea of a reversal of LTN, so... here it is. I hope it delivers.

WC: ~3.3k

When Melissa Schemmenti had said “for better or for worse, til death do us part,” she had wholeheartedly meant it and believed it. She had seen the way that her parents had fallen out of love and divorced, and she swore that she would learn from their mistakes and find a real and true love- that she would fight for her love and her life, and that she would never end up the bitter divorcée like her mother, cursing the father of her child in front of said child. 

But here she was doing everything she promised herself she wouldn’t and packing her bags along with her son’s after she caught Joe in bed with his babysitter. And then he had the audacity to tell her that they needed to divorce- that he was in love with Alyssa and couldn’t keep this charade going.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” Melissa grumbles as she hold her son on her hip. “Sleeping with the nanny… fuckin’ babysitter fucker.”

“Momma.”

“I’m sorry Joey,” the redhead mumbles as she presses a kiss to the little boy’s head. She curses the day she let her idiot of a husband convince her to name their son after him. “I’m sorry… Momma’s just… mad.”

“Really mad?” the newly four year old asks.

Melissa just nods once before continuing to pack their bags.

“Momma?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Where are we going?”

“We’re getting out of here,” the teacher sighs. “Daddy decided that we aren’t good enough for him anymore, and you know what? We’re better than him… so we’re leaving, and we’re goin’ to be real happy.”

The last thing that she packs before they leave for the night is the divorce papers. She shows up at Kristen Marie’s doorstep praying that her sister will be kind enough to let the two Schemmenti’s stay on her couch.

“Melissa? Joey?”

“Please don’t say his name,” Melissa groans as she rubs at her temple with the hand not holding her four year old. “I- I can’t right now without wanting to take my bat to that rat bastard’s car.”

“Rat bastard?” Joey echoes through a yawn. He reaches over for his aunt.

“Don’t repeat what Momma just said,” the blonde Schemmenti sister sighs as she takes the little boy into her arms. “What happened, Mel?”

“Asshole slept with the nanny, and then even after I forgave him for the sake of our son handed me divorce papers at dinner,” the redhead huffs. “Can we crash here on the couch for the night? If I have to look at him one more time tonight…”

“Stay as long as you need,” Kristen tells her sister as she roams further into her townhouse. “And you damn well know I ain’t letting you sleep on the couch when I have a perfectly good guest room.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Melissa sighs softly. “Thank you.”

That was three months ago. In those three months, Joe had promised to give Melissa absolute hell when it came to the divorce and settling everything, claiming that Joe Jr. needed to be with his father. The redhead was adamant that their son, who she now called strictly “JJ”, would be staying with her. This divorce was getting intense and messy, and everything that the second grade teacher had hoped it wouldn’t be- but when there’s a small child involved, of course it would get messy.

In those three months though, the Schemmenti sisters had used their powers of knowing many different guys who were able to help throw together a decently sized apartment for cheap, and she was able to get a steal in terms of rent.

The two had just finished setting up JJ’s bedroom when Kristen Marie finally called it a day. And that leaves Melissa and her son. Her son who is absolutely starving and exhausted and not yet used to this new place that he was supposed to call home.

“Love,” the redhead sighs as she tries to soothe his wailing. The second grade teacher is positive that this place had thin walls, and her neighbors are going to hate her if he continued to cry like this.

“I want to go home!” JJ cries into his mother’s shoulder.

Melissa lets out a shaky breath. “This is home now.”

“No!” his little balled up fist collides with his mother’s shoulder blade. It takes everything in the redhead to not groan out in pain.

“JJ,” Melissa warns. “We do not hit Momma.”

“I don’t care!” he shouts as he does it again.

“Joseph Alexander,” the mother says sternly. She hates that her son shares a first name with his father, even more so now that they’re in the midst of a dirvorce.

The redhead closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Maybe we need to go on a walk. What do you think? I think that sounds like a great idea,” she thinks aloud. The woman knows that walking around with him while humming softly is almost a sure fire way to get him to fall asleep and stay asleep for at least thirty minutes while she makes dinner, and it has been the perfect way to lull him to sleep since he was born.

She steps out into the hallway and begins to bounce him gently as she walks up and down the hallway, mindlessly singing her favorite tunes softly. When she starts to sing “You Are My Sunshine” though, something else takes over in her body, and she can’t help the tears that form in her eyes. They fall down her cheeks so delicately, and with her son in her arms, she is unable wipe them away. There’s something different about the song now that her marriage had turned into a failed one, and Joe is truly trying to take her little boy, her sunshine, away.

And that’s when you just so happen to be making your way out of your own apartment from down the hall. You immediately hear the soft and sad tune that you’ve had memorized since you were little, and your gaze follows the voice. Your eyes land on a stunning redhead that you’ve never seen before who is holding a now sleeping little boy- and then you see that her eyes are sparkling with tears. Deciding not to overstep and say anything when it looks like this woman is clearly in distress, you simply wave at her gently with an encouraging smile before heading for the elevator.

Once Melissa is sure that JJ is out for at least a little bit, she heads back into the apartment and sets him on the couch. The mother drapes a blanket over her dozing son before pressing a soft kiss to his chubby little cheek and making her way into the kitchen.

It’s much later when you return back from the gym and freshen up in the shower. As you go to sit on the couch with a glass of wine to unwind for the night, you frown. Maybe you should check on that neighbor of yours. You’re familiar with everyone else who lives on your floor, so you know which door to knock on in order to find that beautiful emerald-eyed woman from earlier in the evening with a second glass of wine in hand to offer to the woman that you don’t know the name of.

Inside the apartment, Melissa is sitting on her new couch with a bowl of popcorn and a rather heavy pour of red wine as she watches her reality television show that she hasn’t had time to watch in the midst of the move. 

Your knock startles her. It’s loud enough to get her attention, and she grabs the bat that sits next to her for protection. She approaches the door with her bat in hand.

“Who is it?” the redhead yells just loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough to wake the little boy in the other room.

“You the woman that just moved in?” you call back.

“What’s it to you?!” she asks, and her grip on the bat just gets tighter, although she knows it’s probably nothing worth worrying about. Your voice was light and sweet, even at the volume you were using.

“Saw you had a kid. Was wondering if you needed help with anything. You looked real stressed.”

At that, she opens the door just a crack, and she recognizes you as the woman she saw a few hours earlier. Her bat lowers, and she opens it a bit more.

“The help would’ve been nice while I was moving in,” she retorts.

“Trust me, if I were around this last week, I would’ve offered to help,” you sigh softly. “Away for work… but it’s nice to meet you now.” You offer her the glass of rosé wine that you had brought from down the hall.

“I’m already ahead of you there,” she sighs with a bitter chuckle. “Thank you though.”

“Yeah,” you laugh softly as you tuck a hair behind your ear. Now that you can see her up close and personal, you see that she really is stunning- beautiful red hair, sparkling jade colored eyes, straight teeth, and you would be lying if you hadn’t stolen a glance at her figure. “I thought it might be a nice way to introduce myself and welcome you to the second floor. If I- If I had anything for your little boy, I would’ve brought it over too, but I wasn’t aware that the new neighbor had a little boy.”

She purses her lips. “You don’t gotta act like you care about the new neighbors.”

“I don’t,” you give her that. “But I always go out of my way to try to make the newbies feel welcome- especially when I see that the new neighbor is upset in the hallway with her little boy on my way to the gym.”

That gets Melissa’s false bravado to break just slightly. “Sorry if that disturbed you. It’s the only way I can get him to go down for a nap when he’s like this- all riled up from the move.” 

You just raise a hand and shake your head gently. “No need to apologize. Your singing is a lot less disturbing than the sex I can hear my other neighbors having.”

The redhead can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous comment you just made. “I more meant his crying.”

“Little kids cry- my sister’s kid cries all the time. I’m used to it,” you chuckle softly. “Now seriously, do you need anything? How can I help?”

“I think I’m okay,” she tells you. “But I do appreciate the check in… Sorry I approached the door with a bat.”

You wave a hand in dismissal. “I get it. Being in West Philly by yourself as a woman can be scary- I have to admit I would’ve done the same thing.”

She just smirks at you.

“Well,” you sigh. “Have a good rest of your night, neighbor. Welcome to the second floor.”

You turn on your heel and start to head back down to your own apartment when her voice stops you. “Wait!” You turn back to face her. “I- I never got your name.”

“Y/N,” you smile at her.

“M- Melissa,” is all the redhead can stammer out as she takes a moment to memorize the name to the face. “And my son is JJ.”

“Well, it was really nice to meet you, Melissa. If you need me, I’m just two doors down at 208. Don’t be a stranger,” you wink at her before heading back into your own apartment.

The redhead stands there for a second, not quite knowing how to feel about you. You’re odd- the only Philadelphian who has given her the time of day, and then you wink at her? It’s different, and entirely the opposite of how most Philadelphians are, and somehow, she’s intrigued by you.

It’s the next day when you’re heading back from work that you stop at the Target on your way home to pick up groceries. When you pass the children’s section, you pause before turning your cart down that way. You throw a thing of Play-doh in before continuing down. If you run into Melissa today, you’ll give it to her for her son.

You do end up running into her as she’s trying to unlock her door. She has her son on her hip again, but she’s on the phone this time. She’s shouting into the phone as you pass her with the bags you’ve brought up. You dig through your bags before you hand her the little container filled with the clay for JJ, and she gives you an odd look. You just nod and smile before making your way into your apartment and unloading your groceries. 

When there’s a knock on your door, you jump just slightly as you pull the handmade pizza out of the oven. You set the dinner on the stove before making your way over to the front door. You glance out of your peephole, and there is Melissa with JJ on her hip and giggling with glee as he plays with the Playdoh you bought for him.

“Hey,” you open the door with a smile.

“We thought we would just stop by and say thank you,” the woman bounces the little boy on her hip gently. He giggles, but his eyes don’t leave his hands. “JJ, say thank you to Miss Y/N.”

“Thank you!” he grins as his eyes finally leave the dough in his hands.

Your smile only gets softer as you see how adorable the little guy is. “You’re so welcome. I’m glad you like it!”

“Like it?! I love it!” JJ squeals and kicks his legs with glee. “It’s my favorite color too! How did you know I loved blue?!”

“Thank you,” Melissa tells you gently. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t have to,” you shrug. “But I wanted to.”

The emerald-eyed woman doesn’t quite know what else to say, so there’s a bit of an awkward silence that washes over the two of you.

“Would you two like to come in for dinner? I made homemade pizza,” you offer, hoping to cut the tension and perhaps get to spend a bit of time with your new neighbors from down the hall.

“Pizza?!” JJ’s eyes light up at the word.

Melissa looks down at her son. “Baby, I thought you wanted pasta.”

“But Momma, pizza!” he shouts with enthusiasm.

Green eyes meet yours, as if she’s trying to find whatever game your playing. But you look genuine with your invite. “Are you sure we wouldn’t be intruding?”

“Positive,” you tell her softly. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure.”

Dinner is nice. Melissa is guarded at first, but her walls slowly come down as she truly sees that you have no malicious intention inviting her and her son in. JJ adores you immediately, telling his mother that he’s never had such good pizza. She has to admit too, your pizza is one of the best she’s had. She doesn’t know that your cousin owns a shop down the street, and you’ve tweaked his recipe to be better than the pies he sells.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you chuckle softly as you start to clean up the meal. Then you glance to his mother. “Care for another glass of wine?”

“As much as I would love to,” she sighs. “I’ve gotta get my little man to get bed.”

“Ah, yes,” you smile. “I totally understand. Well, thanks for coming over.”

“Thank you for having us,” the redhead says genuinely as she wipes the four year old’s face clean of the sauce that’s spread all over. She wipes his hands, and then holds out her own for him to take.

He doesn’t take her hand though, and he instead runs over to you and hugs your leg. Your hand immediately goes to his back and pats it gently with the softest smile on your face.

“Thank you, Miss Y/N.” JJ looks up with you, and his eyes sparkle the way his mother’s do.

“Of course, sweetheart,” you tell him gently, voice warm and smooth like butter. You crouch down to his height and hug him properly.

Melissa watches the two of you with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. She’s in awe of how well you handle him. You’re definitely younger than her, but you have such a way with JJ- maybe it’s because you have a niece or a nephew, she remembers.

You give him one last gentle squeeze before letting him go. “I think your momma’s waitin’ for you, hun.”

He giggles before running over to the redhead and lifting his arms up with a soft request for, “Uppy.” Of course, the mother settles him on her hip with ease, and she tosses a thank you over her shoulder as she makes her way towards your front door. Something stops her though, and she turns back around into the kitchen where you’re washing dishes.

“If you want, you can pop over any time after 7:30 for a glass of wine,” she tells you. “JJ will be down for the night by then.”

“I’ll see you at eight,” you tell her softly, and you wink at her again. 

As Melissa tucks her son in for the night, she can’t help but wonder if you’ll show. There’s a big part of her that hopes that you’ll make your way down the hall, although she can’t quite place why she’s taken such an interest in you. She indeed has taken up an interest in you- you’re meek and mild, a sweet lady who has nothing but the best intentions from what she can see (and that’s quite hard for her to not be pessimistic about you, but you’ve managed to make her believe that you might just be good at the root of it all). You’re completely the opposite of her ex-husband and entirely not her type.

And at eight o’clock sharp, you show up at her door, a bottle of wine in hand.

“Hey,” you sigh softly when she opens the door for you. “I brought wine.”

“Wine’s on me, hun,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “You make dinner on a night where I really didn’t want to cook, so I provide the drinks after. What do you like?”

You shrug. “I’ll drink whatever.”

She pours a glass of red- and while you aren’t necessarily a fan of any type of red blend, you take it and sip on it. It tastes much better when it comes from someone as beautiful as her. 

“So,” you start as you settle on her couch. “Do you wanna talk about that rather heated phone call I caught you in the middle of earlier today?”

She closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath.

“Hey,” you say gently, and you reach a hand out to lay over hers. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, we don’t gotta.”

“Shit soon-to-be ex-husband,” is all she says, and you immediately understand. The frown that washes over your face is one that you can’t hide.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her immediately.

She shrugs. “Caught him fucking the babysitter. He handed me the divorce papers three months ago, and now I’m in a damn custody battle over my son… like hell is he going to get JJ.”

“Custody battle?”

“Yeah,” the redhead groans. “And my lawyer is taking his sweet ol’ time, so right now, I’m shit out of luck.”

“I- I may be able to help you with that one,” you tell her. Her brows raise, and that’s when you reveal what you do for a profession. “I’m a lawyer… specifically in family court.”

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disturbance

paring: loki laufyson x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, rough sex, little to no plot, overstimulation, choking, fingering, spanking, dom!loki, getting caught during sex, doggystyle, swearing, heavy arguing

A/N: i love this story so much. and i am deeply sorry if there are any mistakes <3

MNDI

Loki reclined on the huge sofa in the dimly lit living room, his fingers steepled as he contemplated the complexity of his life. born a prince of Asgard, he had walked many paths -trickster, villain, anti-hero. now, however, he found himself in the most unexpected of roles: a secret lover. the object of his affection, tony stark's niece, y/n, was a beautiful enigma who had captured his heart in a way he never thought was possible.

their relationship has been fraught with obstacles from the start. tony stark, known for his sharp mind and even sharper tongue, despised loki with a passion. tony never actually forgave loki for everything he's done and sometimes sees him still as the bad person he was before. but the feeling was mutual. to complicate matters further, tony's overprotectiveness over his niece was as fierce as it was understandable. so, you and loki decided it was the best to keep your relationship a secret. you didn’t even tell your best friend natasha, even though you suspected that she knows something or maybe even saw. the secrecy was both a thrill and burden, one that strained your time together and kept your love perpetually in the shadows.

this particular evening, however, was different. you just came out of one of the longest and most relaxing showers you ever had, feeling completely fresh. with uncle Tony being away there was also no complaining about you showering too long. you brushed yourself off with a towel before you exited the bathroom and went over to your closet, pulling out your favorite panties, also loki's favorite, and a oversized shirt you stole from loki, which lazily slipped off one shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of your collarbone.

the avengers had embarked on a mission that was expected to keep them away from the stark tower for several days. tony himself had assured them that it would be a long operation. and to your luck, your uncle insisted that loki should stay at home because he didn't feel well knowing that you would be completely alone... and because he loathes loki and doesn't like it when he joins them on a mission. for once, you and loki had the tower to yourselves, a rare and precious gift.

you bubbled with excitement, simply because of the thought that you and loki had so much time to spend together. alone, without anybody interrupting you or having to act like there's nothing going on between the both of you.

with a smug smirk, you made your way down the corridor and to the huge stairs that led to the living room. your eyes lit up with happiness when you found loki sitting on the couch, his eyes focused on the tv in front of him. the city's night lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over the room.

as you stepped closer to the living room, loki finally noticed your presence, a smile creeped to his lips and his eyed followed you as you moved gracefully closer to him. you settled beside loki, snuggling up against his side, resting your head against his shoulder. his arm wrapped around your waist lovingly, pulling you closer to him. "can you believe it?" she said, her voice a soft murmur. "we have the place completely to ourselves. no annoying uncle or acting distant."

loki smiled down at you, a genuine expression that was rare from him. "it does feel rather ... liberating." he admitted. his voice usually laced with sarcasm or menace, was warm and tender. you knew that he was just as relieved as you, finally being alone.

as your eyes met his you saw them sparkling with love, but there was something else you caught a glimpse of.

it was lust.

of course, you both haven't had good, proper sex in weeks, as loki had to help out on some missions or you got interrupted unfortunately. and to be honest you suffered as well. you missed his touch dearly, you could almost say you were sexually frustrated.

as if loki heard your thoughts, which he probably did anyway, he tightened his grip on your waist and hastily pulled you on his lap, your thighs trapped his between them. you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled at him. loki's eyes were full of mischief as he leaned in closer to you, his lips almost touching yours. you felt his warm breath on your lips and you opened your mouth slightly, aching to feel his touch.

"no interruptions this time." he stated, before finally capturing them in a slow, lingering kiss that sent shivers down your spine.

"you have no idea how long I've been craving this moment. ravaging you, doing bad things to your little body and making you mine without any of these folks interrupting us." the god almost growled, his lips found yours again. you moaned into the kiss as you felt his erection poking directly on your center, the arousal already started to pool in your panties.

the kiss got more passionate and one of his hands found it's way to your throat, squeezing it gently, while the other slid under your shirt, roaming over your upper body. when it finally stopped at your breasts and two of his fingers began to pinch and pull on your nipple, you arched your back, leaning in to his touch.

you felt yourself growing wetter by second, needing him to release that already unbearable ache in your core. instinctively, your hips began to grind down on his lap hard, loving the feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit perfectly. he let out an answering groan, signing you that he enjoyed it just as. gently, you pulled away from his lips and looked at him with lust clouded eyes, your movements on his dick never stopped. "please loki." you whimpered.

a wicked grin formed on his lips and the hand that once twisted your hardened bud, went down to your hips, controlling your movements. "what do you want my little dove." he asked you purposely, loving to hear you confirm your need for him.

"you sir, I need you so bad." you almost cried out, the tingling sensation in your abdomen just grew even more intolerable. in response, he chuckled out darkly and started to plant rough kisses to the side of your neck. you bent your head to give him more excess and let your fingers tangle in his soft raven locks.

loki quickly pulled your shirt off of you and tossed it away, before he continued his abuse, leaving a hot trail on your body. in a matter of seconds, loki gripped your hips and threw you roughly on your back, hitting the plush sofa. loki took a moment to take in the sight in front of him, you sprawled out and completely at his mercy. his cock grew harder if that was even possible. "look at you darling. oh, I can't wait to get a taste of you.”

the god leaned down again and pressed a few wet kisses to your breasts, licking the flesh feverishly. after that he licked down a line on your belly, to your most sensitive part. his teeth tugged on the black lace material of your panties before he wrapped his fingers around it’s waistband and pulled it quickly down, shedding the next piece of clothing to the floor.

"you’re so wet.” he breathed out as he nestled in right between your thighs, while spreading them further apart. loki's gaze examined your pussy which was visibly glistening in the dim light and his green eyes darkened even more.

“just for you sir.” you purred needingly, shifting your hips closer to him.

he hummed approvingly before he slowly dipped down into your cunt, immediately licking a stripe up your wet folds as he moaned out at your sweet taste.

there is no way he could ever get enough of your sweet little pussy. it’s his favorite little play thing.

a shiver went down your spine when you finally felt him. he continued to lap at your hole, savoring your arousal to the last drop. but your stomach turned, when he suddenly wrapped his lips around your aching clit, sucking on it strongly and flicking the tip of his tongue on it while doing so. he already had you moaning and crying out his name in pure bliss, loving the feeling of his mouth devouring you at its best.

when you felt two of his fingers teasing your entrance, your right hand shot straight to his hair, pulling harshly on it’s roots. a low muffled hum escaped his lips when his digits slid in your warm, welcoming walls.

you already felt your orgasm building up, but when he curled his fingers and hit that one certain spot you saw stars, and the coil in your womb just threatened to snap even quicker. a loud squeal rattled against the walls when loki started to move his fingers in a fast and rough pace, every time pumping deliciously against your g-spot. his eyes shot up to yours, knowing that you’re close. he lifted his head while his fingers continued to pump inside of you and he looked at you in pure mischief. “are you going to cum princess?” his tone was almost bitter sweet, but still dominating.

“fuck loki! yes, please let me cum.” you managed to choke out and threw your head back at the intense pleasure you were receiving from him.

“cum for me my pet.” he groaned out before he went back to abusing your swollen bud with his mouth and tongue. one last flick of his tongue and a thrust of his fingers sent you straight over the edge, gushing all over his digits. your high crashed through your whole body, making you feel numb and your brain went fuzzy. loki fucked you through your orgasm, making it even more powerful as you shuddered and your legs started to shake violently. the sweet high pitched sounds that left your mouth, made his dick twitch, almost feeling like cumming in his own pants when he heard them. norns, he needed you so badly.

slowly, after it faded away, the god pulled out of your tight cunt and released your clit from his mouth. deep shallow breaths fell from your lips as you tried your best to recover quickly from the intense orgasm. loki planted a few more open mouthed kisses to your plush thighs, giving them a harsh squeeze before he crawled up, hovering directly over you. you looked down his body and almost frowned when you realized he still had his clothes on. quickly, your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, his pants and boxers followed sharply.

a whimper escaped your mouth when you saw his long, thick cock directly above your pussy. your hands slid up and down his toned, hot body and reached behind his back, pulling him further down to your flustered form. his dick was now brushing against your clit as he grabbed himself and let him slide through your wet folds teasingly, gathering your slick on his cock. "loki! please fuck me already." your voice dripped with frustration.

"so impatient." loki stammered with a dark chuckle, before he let his dick glide into you, your wetness just made this way easier. a moan left your lip as a sharp pain cursed through your body. it doesn't matter how many times you guys had sex before, you'll never get used to the size of him. his girth stretched your tight walls to their limit and his length filled you up to the brim, tip kissing your cerfix. you always felt full with him stuffed inside you, so heavenly full.

the god groaned out and buried his face in the crook of your neck, the feeling of your tight, warm walls wrapped around him perfectly, made him a mess himself. there's no way he could ever get enough of you. “you’re so tight princess.”

when you began to wriggle your hips and tried to get comfortable with his size, he let out an almost animalistic growl, not being able to hold him back anymore, with your clenching and soft cry's escaping your mouth, he only thought about one thing; he needed to fuck your cunt immediately.

"norns, y/n.”

the palm of his hands rested next to your head as he began to rock his hips into yours with a harsh and fast pace, he didn't even think about letting you get used to him, his hunger for you just took over him. a few strangled moans echoed in the dimly lit room, the slight sting from the stretch made you loose your mind. loki grunted out your name shamelessly, confident with knowing that you were on your own.

after a few minutes of his brutal thrusting, the pain his dick caused, passed as quickly as it came and your moans were now out of pure pleasure. your hands that once clutched the soft cushions beneath you, found it's way to his neck and pulled him in. his lips met yours in a messy and breathless kiss, devouring each others taste. his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, before he bit down on it, pulling gently. "you feel so good darling." loki exclaimed, his voice still laced with desire.

when you started to clench tightly around him, loki almost lost himself. he got to his knees, straightening his upper body and pulled your hips up with one hand, holding you in place, while you wrapped your legs around his torso. the new angle allowed his tip to constantly brush against your sensitive, spongy spot and the slight overstimulation just added more fuel to your burning pleasure. loki's free hand sneaked down to your clit and began to rub lazy circles on it. a pornographic moan slipped past your lips at the indescribable sensation, as you felt the already tightening coil in your core, tighten even more.

as loki looked down to where your bodies connected, a jolt of pleasure ran through his whole body and he felt his orgasm approach slowly. but he wanted you to cum first, he knew he could hold back his high for some time, wanting the hot moment to last even longer.

you knew you were on the edge of cumming, you just needed him to go even rougher. "f-faster loki." you managed to choke out and he didn't need to hear that twice. with his head tipping back in ecstacy, he increased the speed of his hips clashing against your ass.

his deep, harsh pounding, the abuse on your poor aching clit and the intense smell of sex in the room, let the coil it your stomach finally snap and pushed you off the edge. a long and powerful orgasm crushed through you, your back arched off the sofa in bliss. you couldn't help yourself but screamed out his name, rolling it off your tongue in the most ecstatic way possible.

the god of mischief continued his animalistic pace, letting you ride out your orgasm. he found it almost impossible to hold back his release but he did his best and pulled out of you for a second, edging himself. you cried out at the loss of his cock filling you up, but before a single complaint could leave your mouth, his hands gripped your hips and manhandled you on your stomach. a hand wrapped around your middle and pulled you up on hands and knees. his cock re-entered you in a matter of seconds and his hips pounded into you even faster and rougher than before.

it was almost too much for you, the slight overstimulation, his harsh thrusting and the intense after waves of your previous orgasms. your already wobbly hands almost gave out and you cried out. "gods, loki, please s-slow down."

in reply, loki landed a hard slap on your ass and you jumped a little bit forward at the sudden burning pain. "no. take it like the good little slut you are." his degrading words made you shiver and you felt another slap on your ass. you were a whimpering mess, but let him use you for his pleasure, chasing his own release.

even though you seemed to have barely any power left, you secretly loved it when he was being rough and dominating with you or pushed you to your limits.

you heard his moans and sharp breaths getting louder and quicker by second, signing you that he was close. once again, a hand wandered to your middle and a finger began to rub your overstimulated clit, which sent sparks of slight pain but mostly pleasure through your entire shaking form.

loki noticed your hands almost giving out, not being able to hold your weight up anymore, so he grabbed the length of your hair and pulled your upper body slightly back, which made your back arch discomfortingly. the aggressive slamming of his hips became more erratic and the finger that was pressed to your clit moved quicker. as a deafening growl rang through your ears, you felt his cock twitching hard, filling your velvety walls with his thick ropes of cum, slightly triggering your own orgasm.

without the both of you noticing, being too lost in the long desired moment, the elevator doors opened and out stepped some of the avengers. their mission had been cancelled sharply as there were some huge complications which could have ended deadly for all of them. your uncle tony was in the lead, his face set in a grim expression that quickly turned to one of shock, disgust and anger and his movements stopped abruptly as he took in the scene in front of him. behind him, nat, clint and thor tried to stifle their amusement with varying degrees of success.

your eyes were shut tightly, brows slightly furrowed and your mouth was wide agape. loki's now slower and softer hammering brought you extremely close to your high, almost tripping over the edge. but before you could reach your highly craved peak, a loud, booming laughter filled your ears. a laughter you knew too well.

thor.

your eyes shot open in horror and your face dropped when you found few of the avengers, including your uncle, standing by the elevator, which was facing the living room perfectly. you were so shocked, you didn't even notice that loki stopped his thrusts and released the grip on your hair, but you definitely felt him still buried inside you.

out of panic you reached out for the nearest pillow and tried your best to cover yourself, but it was too late, they had seen you already.

for a moment, there was a stunned silence. but again, thor's almost deafening laughter broke the tension, he couldn't hold himself back. "brother, you certainly know to make an impression." he cracked out between his laughter and put a hand on Clint's shoulder, laughing off his ass. loki's expression darkened, but he remained silent, waiting for what was to come. and he didn’t want to worsen the situation even more.

Clint's amused grin also turned into a whole hearted snickering, joining his beloved friend. "I guess we should have knocked."

Natasha's lips just curled up into a knowingly smirk while banner seemed to be caught between disgust and amusement.

"oh my god Tony," clint managed between laughs. "this is the best thing I've seen all week."

Steve stood there with a grin and shook his head.

natasha on the other hand, chuckled, nudging clint, suddenly remembering her bet. “you owe me twenty bucks, barton. i told you something was up with those two.”

hawkeye groaned but handed over the money. “damn, i really thought this was just a phase.”

thor still in his moment, shook his head. “i guess we know now why my dearest brother has been so cooperative lately.”

out of a sudden Tony raised one of his hands, his pointer finger upward, before turning around to face his team members. "silence! this is fucking serious!" he almost yelled out before he focused his attention back on you and loki. "y/n! what the fuck have you thought?" the room fell quiet in a matter of seconds, everyone knew that tony was being completely serious.

you cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but you also felt tears prick at your eyes. you had known that this moment might come, but the reality was more painful than you had imagined.

just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you remembered, you were still stuffed with loki's cock. you pressed the pillow closer to your body when you turned around, enough for you to meet eyes with your boyfriend. "loki-" a annoyed scoff left your mouth.

"could you please-"

"oh, sorry love." he quickly registered your request and grabbed a blanket, covering both your bodies before he pulled out of your cunt and laid down with you snuggled up against him.

Rogers cleared his throat, trying to bring some semblance of decorum back to the situation, knowing that this isn't a moment anyone wished to be in. "alright, guys lets give them some space." but tony wasnt budging. his gaze shifted from loki to you, disappointment and hurt etched in his features. "i want her to answer me first."

you finally found the courage to look at him, your eyes pleading. "uncle Tony, I... we can explain," you stammered.

the billionaires face was a mask of fury. "explain?" he spat. "explain how you're fucking this- this trickster? in my home and on my couch?" as soon as his words came out of his mouth, a tear rolled down your cheek. you knew that this wasn’t going to be easy to get out of this situation.

loki, the ever master of deflection, attempted to diffuse the situation. “stark, before you launch into one of your infamous tirades, perhaps we should discuss this like adults.”

your uncles eyes narrowed dangerously. “adults? you think this is a matter for a calm discussion? you’re sleeping with my niece, loki. there is nothing calm about this.”

“uncle tony, please-“

“no.” tony cut her off, his voice hard. “this is loki we’re talking about. you’re young, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

lokis once calm expression turned into on of full annoyance. “i assure you stark, i have no ill intentions towards y/n.”

“you? assurance? don’t make me laugh.” you did your best to hold back a scoff, tony was such a dickhead from time to time.

you squeezed loki’s hand, finding strength in his presence. “i love him.”

there was a shocked silence. none of the avengers expected this confession from you. thor though, was still chuckling and stepped forward, placing a hand on tony's shoulder. "stark, perhaps we should all take a step back. my brother, for all this faults, seems to have found someone who genuinely cares for him."

Natasha nodded in agreement. "look, Tony, we're all surprised. but maybe we should hear them out."

Clint, always the voice of reason, added, "and it's not like they did something wrong, technically. they're both adults."

in that moment your heart warmed up, seeing all of your friends defending you, supporting you. Tony sighed out loudly, a hand ran through his hair, clearly torn between his anger and his affection for his niece. finally, his glance that was once glued to the floor, wandered up to you. "fine, we'll talk about it. but not here and not like this. every one out of the living room. now."

the avengers filed out immediately, leaving loki and you to quickly get dressed and gather your composure. meanwhile, Tony made his way to the conference room, deep in thought. but when he heard his team members chatting and snickering behind him, he sharply turned on his heels, making thor almost bump into him. "what do you guys think you're doing?"

"uhm, waiting for loki and y/n to explain everything?" Clint answered smugly as if it were self-evident.

"absolutely not. I'll talk with my niece alone. go to your rooms, I don't want to be disturbed." Tony coldly answers before he entered the room.

the avengers shared all to knowingly glances when they quickly hid behind a corner as they heard you and loki approach.

"we are not going to our rooms, are we?" Clint asked in the group, too curious of what was going to happen. "pff, of course not." thor smirked and looked around the corner and saw that the both of you just entered the conference room, shutting the door.

the team took this as advantage and quietly walked over to the closed door, listening closely to your voices.

as soon as you stepped into the room, you found your uncle pacing around like a caged lion. "start talking."

loki took a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable confrontation. "stark, I know you have every reason to distrust me. but my feelings for y/n are genuine. I would never dare to harm her." tony's eyes blazed. "you expect me to believe this? after everything you've done?"

you gently let go of your lovers hand and stepped closer to tony. "uncle tony, I trust him. and I love him. I know it's hard to understand but he's changed. please give him a chance to prove it."

tonys glance wandered behind you, directly to loki. "have you? really?"

loki met his eyes without flinching. "I have, for her."

for a long moment they stared at each other, a silent battle of wills. finally your uncle sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I don't trust you loki. and I probably never will. but for y/n's sake I'll give you a chance." you felt a rush of relief, tears spilling down your cheeks. you hugged tony, feeling the tension slowly drain away. "thank you uncle tony, I love you."

tony hugged you back, his grip firm. "I love you too." but his attention shifts to loki, pointing a finger at him. "don't make me regret this." he warned him. loki nodded solemnly. "you have my word."

"but if you hurt her, I swear-" Tony started, voice hard but you pulled away from his form and put your hands on his upper arms, interrupting him. "okay uncle tony- that's enough. I think he understood." a grin tugged on Lokis lips.

as the tension began to ease, you heard the door opening and clint poked his head in, a mischievous grin on his face. "so, is it safe to come back in? or should we wait for round two?" you blushed furiously, and even loki couldn't suppress a smile. Tony rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "get in here, barton," tony said. "but if you make one more joke, I'm locking you in a room with hulk."

clint raised his hands in mock surrender. "no more jokes. promise."

as the rest of the avengers filed back in, the atmosphere lightened. the initial shock and embarrassment began give away to a more relaxed camaraderie. sarcastic comments and teasing ensued, but there was no malice in it, just the usual banter that came with being part of this unconventional family.

you stayed close to loki, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time. the both of you still had a very long way to go, but for the first time, you felt like you had a real chance. and with loki by your side, you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 8 (Final)

A Red, Red Rose

Summary: A bombshell is dropped and you look to the future. Words: 2k TWs: mention of miscarriage

So I've lost interest in this fic hence why we have a rushed wrap up because I didn't just want to abandon it :') All parts - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

“We gonna do this forever then Johnny?”

It was a form of torture Simon was sure, them having lunch together once a week every week and making small talk. He missed his best friend. He missed being able to say something outrageous and knowing Johnny would call him a sick bastard and then immediately try to outdo him.

“Eat lunch?” Johnny replied a little miserably, shuffling pasta about his plate.

“Johnny…”

“What dae ye want me tae say LT?”

“Not your LT anymore, retired remember? And Price told me about your promotion.”

Captain John MacTavish did have a nice ring to it, and Soap had more than earned the stripes. In another world he’d have grinned at Ghost, smug as anything and making some comment about being able to order him around now. But instead he frowned and Simon hated it. 

“Talk to me for Christ sake!”

“I cannae! Ye want me tae tell ye how much I miss your wife? How it kills me that she’ll never forgive me and that she’s right about it?”

“Johnny…”

“Or were ye hoping tae hear that I dinnae even regret Las Almas? It’s ruined everything, but I’ve loved you since I broke my fingers on that stupid bloody mask and I didnae even realise until we nearly fucking died! Ignored it even when I did, had 9 years tae think about how either way I was breaking my own heart because it decided it loved two different people!”

Fuck. He was crying. Johnny was crying. And Simon was caught between wanting to kiss him or kill him. He had never expected to be loved back was the thing. He did something unbearably selfish on the understanding it was all one sided, that the fuck was just the adrenaline from thinking they were going to die and they’d forget it ever happened. And then everything had went to shit and he had fallen in love with Johnny’s widow. He’d already lost one person he loved because he was too scared to admit it, he just couldn’t do it again,  selfish asshole that he was. 

“You should regret it. You… we hurt her. Hurt her so bad that we might lose her.”

“Aye. I deserve tae lose her though, never deserved tae have her in the first place anyway. I just caught you in the crossfire of my sins.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Simon said with full derision.

This has gone on long enough. So what? Everyone was just supposed to be miserable forever? They were supposed to just lay down and take it? Johnny looked at him, hurt and confused. 

“I watched you fight every break up. You fought tooth and fucking nail to make it work. When you fucked up you made it up to her. When she fucked up you forgave her. And what? Now that Johnny is dead? Either you still love her and are willing to fight to get her back, or any part of the man I loved died in Russia.”

“You’ve lost yer fucking mind Si, she’s your wife!”

Simon stood, determined.

“And our wife needs to remember who she belongs to and who belongs to her.”

As he started marching off Johnny near choked and scrambled to follow.

“Ye cannae be serious! Leave her be Si! Ye cannae just barge in and-and-”

“And tell her she’ll try forgive us because we’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to her? That we can start right now by showing her how well you can follow orders and how well I can give them for her benefit? I bloody well can and I’m bloody well going to. Either you’re with me or you can stay and mope.”

“...aye sir.”

–

Once upon a time Joey being at a sleepover was exciting, it meant some much needed alone time with your husband. Now though? The house felt cold, empty. You considered asking Gaz and Price’s partner if they’d come round to hang out, but it felt so messy when they were just as much Simon’s friend as they were yours. It would somehow make you miss him more. 

Everytime he was at the house briefly and you made polite conversation you wanted to cry. You had a few times, only after he was gone of course. That big fucking lummox. You wanted to strangle him, but then again that wasn’t exactly new. And you wanted rhubarb and sugar. Oh you could murder some rhubarb dipped in sugar like your parents used to give you as a kid. 

The door went just as you finished pouring a large glass of wine. Simon stood looking like he sometimes did when you were about to get absolutely ruined in bed and you swore your heart nearly stopped. Johnny was by his side, pupils blown with a blush crawling up his neck as if he somehow knew exactly what images just popped into your mind. Oh. Oh you suddenly wanted them so badly it hurt. 

And damn them for knowing you so well, for being able to fucking tell. Simon’s lips were on yours as he walked into the house, you being led backwards. You were clawing at his shirt as he squeezed your ass until you bumped into the kitchen island and realised how insane this was, pulling away to try find Johnny. He had followed, was swallowing thickly as Simon started to kiss and nip a path down your neck. This was insane. This was certifiably mental. You could not… have a threesome? Have a threesome with your husband and your husband who had fucked each other ten years ago on a mission before one faked his damn death. 

“W-what are you doing? We can’t…” you mumbled, trying to get your head on straight since currently your brain seemed to reside between your legs.

“Tell me what you need princess. Want me on my knees begging against your pussy? Want Johnny to fly you to Hawaii and keep you in the lap of luxury for a month? Want us to be here every single day in the garden announcing to the neighbours that we deserve a fucking whipping for how badly we fucked everything up with the gorgeous mother of our child?”

Christ almighty. So much for Simon being the unemotional and ineloquent one. You couldn’t handle this. You couldn’t handle how much you wanted to just give in. He made it sound so easy, like you could have them both, like they would give you whatever you wanted just to stay by your side despite what they’d done. He was going to his knees in front of you.

“Rhubarb!”

The room froze for a moment as Simon hit the ground with his knees and just stared at you.

“...is that, uh, a safeword?” Johnny asked, seemingly surprised out of the slack jawed, dazed state he seemed to have been in. 

“No. I mean I… rhubarb. You asked what I needed. Rhubarb and sugar, but we have sugar in the cupboard so… just the rhubarb.”

“...ok, rhubarb. We can do rhubarb” Simon said after a moment, taking it in his stride as he snuck a peck to your stomach where his head currently was and then stood. 

If they just left and went to the shops maybe you could… you didn’t know. Maybe you could hurriedly touch yourself to get rid of the ache between your legs and then neck your wine to get rid of the one in your chest. Simon turned and nodded to Johnny and took a few steps, so you picked up the glass of wine to calm yourself down only for Johnny to pluck it out of your hands.

“Unless you’ve suddenly developed a taste for red wine I’d appreciate that back” you snapped at him.

“And since you’ve suddenly developed a taste for rhubarb I’m naw giving it tae ye.”

“MacTavish” Simon scolded, sure Johnny was about to ruin what he was hoping was some reconciliation here.

“That’s not…” you started before you went pale. 

“How ye been feeling recently hen?”

Oh no. Not now. You just assumed you felt sick because of the stress. But then the take away food had seemed so off despite you usually loving it. You kept having to throw up. You were lethargic. And now you needed rhubarb and sugar, something you had only craved twice in your adult life, the most recent being over a decade ago. The last time you were pregnant. 

“What’s going on?” Simon asked, not liking at all how your face just fell as he strode back to you. “What did you do Johnny? It’s ok sweetheart, I’m sorry we just showed up, seemed like a good idea at the time. Just missed you so much.”

The universe had a sick sense of humour. Over a year of trying for a baby with this man. 18 fucking months. And you get pregnant right before your other husband comes back from the dead, the one it turns out your current husband has slept with behind your back? This could not be happening, but all the signs were there. When had you last had a period? You hadn’t even noticed that you were late with everything going on. 

You tried to do the maths in your head. It had been a few months since Johnny had come back, so you were at the very least that far along. 8 weeks. You had miscarried at 10. Maybe you were further along, maybe you were past the worst of the danger. God you prayed you were past the worst of the danger. 

“Si, gie her some room would ye? We’re right here, if ye want us tae be. It’s up to you, you dinnae have tae…” Johnny said, struggling to get out the words.

There was no thought in your mind that you would get rid of this baby, but the fact that he was putting that option out there when he himself had always been so desperate for a big family was something you appreciated more than you could say. Goddamnit, he still loved you. 9 years away and he still bloody loved you. Would still do whatever it took for you to be happy. Even if in that case this meant not having another baby.

How strange that you thought of this baby as his. How strange that you just as strongly thought of it as Simon’s. If the past few months had shown you anything it was that you could look after a child between the three of you, so it wasn’t like they had to be with you to do it. Even if you’d like them to be. Despite it all, you’d really fucking like them to be.

“Princess?”

You took a deep breath and smiled softly at Simon who was looking increasingly alarmed. You caressed his face and it felt like relief to touch him. 

“Maybe we can go a trip to the doctor on the way for the rhubarb Casper. Think we might be pregnant.”

–

A very healthy baby girl with an incredibly healthy set of lungs. You sang to her, love like A Red, Red Rose for your little Rose. You bawled your eyes out when Joey refused to turn down his hearing aids even when she was screaming at the top of her lungs because that was his baby sister and he would never not want to hear her. It was a good thing you could all sign with the way she drowned you all out, even Johnny as clumsy as his hands were with it had dedicated himself to learning since he had got home. 

You were fairly certain your little Rose was making Price broody with Gaz and their partner finding their grumpy old man losing his mind over a chubby baby adorable. Although there was a good chance Price wasn’t making any babies with how you had planted your foot in his groin when he finally came out of hiding. 

You were still figuring things out, but right now? Right now you were happy. You had two perfect children by two imperfect husbands. It was up in the air what your family was going to look like in the future. Did you want to forgive them? Even if you did, would you be friends and co-parents or something more?

That you hadn’t quite decided yet. But you were determined that whatever the future held for you, it was going to be a future full of love and laughter.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for exposing my sister-in-law's secret during a fight?

Ok, this one is going to need a bunch of context.

I (29F) started to date my fiance F (31M) when I was 26. While he is the sweetest person ever, his family is a bit difficult and it was hard for me to fit in. They are a very traditional family of Japanese descent, very rich too, and his mother MIL (60sF) had a dream of seeing all of her three sons married to other rich girls of Japanese descent. I am white and from very humble origins, so I was not very well accepted at first. The thing that bothered me the most was the constant comparisons to my brother in law BIL's (34M) wife SIL (33F), who is rich and of Japanese descent. I was deeply in love with F and decided to fight for my place in his family; I started to take Japanese classes and ended up really good at it, and I was also the one who took care of MIL after her appendicitis' surgery. She recognized my hard work and we became closer and closer, at the same time she realized SIL didn't make the same effort for her and the family as I do, and she started to be very vocal about how I was her favorite daughter in law and how SIL should do better and try to be more like me. Suddenly, the tables have turned and SIL was the one being compared to me, no the other way around.

Of course she didn't like that at all and started to antagonize me and criticize every small thing about me. She would complain my dog would bark too much (which she did, but SIL was a little mean about it), and when my dog died, she made a comment about how finally she wouldn't have to hear her barking anymore (that stung a lot since I loved my dog with all my heart and she was like a baby to me), she would also complain about my apartment every time she visited me, saying it was too cheap (as I said, I come from humble origins) and her newest topic of complaining are my earrings: I like to wear cute and funny earrings (only at work and family gatherings, I don't wear them at social events or anything like that) and she always talks about how I'm too old to wear them and how tacky it looks. F and I noticed she's been progressively meaner the closer we get to our wedding (three months from now) and think she's trying to scare me away before I become an official part of the family.

One last piece of context: some months ago, F told me in confidence about how 6 years ago SIL's brother and sister in law died in a car accident and left an orphaned boy of 4 years old. SIL was the little boy's only family, but she refused to take him in saying she already had too much work with her own son (who was also 4 at the time). That didn't go well with the family; MIL and my father in law (who was alive at the time) assured her they would help with the kid and she would have all the support, but she simply didn't want the boy, so he was sent to the system. That was something MIL never forgave her for, since family is everything to her, and it was something only MIL, BIL, SIL, F and his younger brother knew. He told me that in confidence and asked me to not tell anyone. I promised I wouldn't.

Now for the actual situation.

Our last family dinner was one of F's cousins' birthday, so all the extended family was around. No kidding, I think there were around 60 people there or more. SIL, once again, decided to mock me about my earrings (little cherry earrings, very cute) and talked again how I was to old to wear them, how they were kid earrings etc. I've been tolerating her bullshit for so long now and after her comments about my dog's death, I was more sensitive than usual, so I snapped back and said that it's not because she dresses herself like an old lady that I have to do the same. She got angry at that and a proper fight started; we saying worse and worse stuff to each other while everyone stopped to watch. It ended up with her mocking my upbringing and calling me a gold digger, accusing my of only being with F for his money. That really struck a nerve because I heard that before at the beginning of our relationship and it always hurt my feelings, since I genuinely love F. Before I could even think about it, I said: "At least I'm not a heartless bitch like you. How's your nephew doing, by the way? Oh, you have no idea, right? Since you put him in a fucking orphanage!"

She got speechless after that and left the place, went straight to her car with BIL and went home. I didn't hear from her or him since them. F is furious with me since he told me that in confidence and now all the extended family knows SIL's secret. MIL doesn't care at all; she never got over what SIL did to that little boy and it's been a while since SIL isn't in her best graces.

Now that I'm calmer I feel a little guilty for exposing SIL like that, but she was always so awful to me that I can't really feel that bad. Mostly, I feel bad for BIL, with who I always had a good relationship and even defended me back in the day when the family didn't accept me very well. Now he's not talking to me either and, as far as I know, he's also not talking to F.

So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Older

Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy” 

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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)

I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her. 

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks 

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind. 

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces. 

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied 

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen. 

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room. 

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said 

“No-” 

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to” 

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. 

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me. 

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him. 

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she? 

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n. 

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years. 

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right 

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy” 

[jensengirl83]

You'll Accompany Me Chp 18

Warnings- Some angst, fluff, mild descriptions of childbirth

Word Count- 3530

A/N- Sorry this has taken so long, but the series is finally finished! I'll be posting a chapter a week until the last one. I hope you all enjoy it!

It had been a month since Jensen had proposed to Y/N, and things were going well. She was still working on getting ready for the arrival of their baby. She was due to go to her next appointment to check on her condition later that afternoon, and Jensen had been trying to get her to reconsider not finding out the gender. 

“Seriously, honey, you don’t want to know what it is?” he asked, his tone almost begging. 

“No, Jay. I want it to be a surprise. Everything hasn’t gone so well since I found out I was pregnant, and I just want this one thing to be something to look forward to,” she chuckled. 

“How many times do I have to apologize for what I did, huh? I’ve tried to make it up to you in every way I know how. You know I’ll never forgive myself for it, so why did you have to bring it up?” he responded, his voice cracking with emotion at the end. 

“Jay…” she sighed, reaching for his hand, but he pulled it away. 

She knew that she’d struck a nerve, but she also needed him to let her explain how she was feeling, and she couldn’t do that if he wouldn’t even look at her. She reached for him one more time just for him to pull away again, not even looking in her direction. Not giving him the chance to withdraw from her, she cupped his face in her hands and turned his face to look at her. 

“I want you to listen to me, okay? Yes, what happened was hard, but that wasn’t what I was referring to. The fact that I was ordered on bed rest because of a serious health condition that could hurt me and the baby was a lot to deal with. Me being so stubborn and taking so long to forgive you and cut what time we could’ve been enjoying this pregnancy together is something else I have to live with. And I kick myself in the ass for that every day, but I have forgiven you, Jay. I really have. So, please, stop beating yourself up over it, and thinking that every time I bring up what a hard time I’ve had, that it means I’m talking about that, okay?” 

She could see his eyes begin to tear up, and she felt horrible. This isn’t where she wanted the conversation to go, but now she had to try and fix it. With a sigh of regret, she pulled him to her, kissing him softly, and wrapping him in a hug. She could feel the tension all over him, so she slowly ran her hand through his hair, whispering apologies and how much she loved him over and over until she could feel him start to relax. He eventually pulled away to look at her, and it compounded her guilt. He looked heartbroken. 

“Jay, I’m so sorry. Please believe me when I tell you that I forgave you a long time ago, and nothing I said was about that,” she whispered, hugging him around his waist and resting her head on his chest.

“It’s okay, baby. I believe you. I just…” he paused, looking down at her, her eyes letting him know she was listening and wanted to hear what he had to say, “I’ve never forgiven myself for leaving you like that, and I think that stress is what may have caused your preeclampsia in the first place. And that makes me feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet.”

“Please, Jay, forgive yourself. I did a long time ago. I was just too stubborn to admit it, and I’m sorry. But, baby, that had nothing to do with what happened to me. It happens to a lot of pregnant women, and you had absolutely nothing to do with it. I love you, Jensen, and if knowing the gender will make you feel better, then that’s what we’ll do,” she smiled, squeezing his middle in a tight hug. 

“We don’t have to find out if you really don’t want to. That wouldn’t be fair,” he sighed in contentment, kissing the top of her head. He loved her hugs. 

“No, it’s okay. Maybe it would be helpful in the end. That way we could buy exactly what we need without getting everything gender neutral,” she giggled as he tickled her ribs. 

“You have any idea how much I fucking love you?” 

“Probably not as much as I love you,” she sassed back, laughing when he sighed in faux annoyance. 

“Always busting my balls, Y/L/N.” he deadpanned, trying to hide his smile. 

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

“No. No I wouldn’t, darlin’,” he replied, pulling her into his lap. She’d never know how grateful he was to have her there. To have her, period. 

Y/N’s knee was bouncing with nerves as they sat in the doctor’s office later that afternoon. She was hoping for a good report and that she could lift some of her restrictions and be more active. Not being able to do much other than cook, light cleaning, and lying around was starting to drive her a little insane. But, something was eating at her that everything wasn’t going to be okay, and she couldn’t shake that feeling. She’d been having small Braxton Hicks contractions, but other than that, everything was progressing as it should. But something just wouldn’t let her feel like everything was fine. 

She jumped slightly as the nurse called her name to lead her back to the exam room. She didn’t think Jensen had noticed how nervous she was, but he had. As she stood, he took her hand, kissing it lightly and giving it a little squeeze to tell her without words that he was there and it would be okay. If only she could believe it. She hadn’t been in the small room long before Dr. Williams walked in with her million-watt smile she always had. It had always put Y/N at ease, but not today. 

“Good afternoon, mom and dad. How are we feeling today?” Dr. Williams asked, sitting down on the small stool and getting everything prepared for the exam. 

“I’m not going to lie. Other than the normal Braxton Hicks, nothing is going on, but I just feel like something is going to go wrong with the exam today,” Y/N answered honestly, Jensen looking over at her, one eyebrow raised in confusion and concern. She hadn’t mentioned feeling that way to him. 

“It’s fine, Y/N. A lot of mothers have that feeling at this stage of pregnancy, and especially if they have complications. Do we still not want to know the gender?” 

“No. Y/N agreed to find out this time,” Jensen replied quickly, his big smile letting Y/N know she’d made the right decision. If this made him feel just a little better about the pregnancy, then he deserved that. 

“Okay, then. How about we get the exam over first to ease mom’s worries, and then we’ll do the ultrasound. That sound good to you two?” 

“Sounds good,” Y/N and Jensen answered simultaneously, making all three of them chuckle. 

Y/N took a deep breath as the doctor started her exam. Having her cervix checked was never a fun time, and she hated it, but it had to happen. Luckily, it was usually over quickly. But she noticed that Dr. Williams was taking longer than normal this time, and her breathing started to pick up and her heart began to race. It didn’t help when she looked up and saw a concerned look on the woman’s face. Jensen had noticed, too, and before Y/N could say anything, Jensen was speaking. 

“What’s wrong, doc? Is everything okay? Is there something wrong with Y/N or the baby?” he rapidly fired the questions at the doctor, his palms beginning to sweat with nervousness. He didn’t know what he would do if something was wrong. 

“Just calm down, everyone. There’s nothing major going on,” Dr. Williams began before taking a breath to tell them what she had found, “But, Y/N is completely effaced and dilated to 5 centimeters.” 

“What the hell does that mean? She’s only thirty-five weeks along. There’s no way she can be dilated!” Jensen shouted, his fear beginning to take over and panic setting in. 

“What?! I can’t be. It’s too early! I can’t have the baby now,” Y/N cried, tears starting to slip down her cheeks.Something was wrong and she knew it, knew something was wrong with her baby. 

“Everyone calm down. This isn’t unheard of with women that have preeclampsia. Yes, it’s a little early, but the baby will probably be just fine.” 

“Probably?! I’m not fine with a probably,” Jensen was yelling now. 

“Mr. Ackles, many women have babies at this stage and most are just fine. Of course, I can’t give you an absolute guarantee, because there isn’t any when it comes to these things. But, I can tell you that I think mom and baby are going to be just fine. Now, I have to go get her a room ready for labor and delivery. A nurse will be down soon to get her moved to that floor. I know this isn’t easy, but I need you both to try and be as calm as you can. That’s what’s going to help mom and baby get through this happy and healthy,” Dr. Williams smiled, patting Jensen on the shoulder as she left the couple alone to try and come to terms with their impending situation. 

“Jay…” Y/N’s trembling voice brought Jensen out of his panic. He was by her side in an instant, running his hand over her head, and kissing her face. 

“It’s okay, honey. Everything’s going to be okay,” he whispered while soothing her, hoping that he would eventually believe his own words. 

“But what if it’s not? What if the baby is too small and…” she began to cry when he interrupted her. 

“No, uh uh. You’re both going to be fine, baby. This is a great hospital, and babies are born more prematurely than ours all the time and are just fine. All you need to worry about is taking care of yourself and bringing our little peanut out to meet us. Okay? I’ve got everything else,” he reassured her, even though he felt as if he would crumble at any moment. 

She nodded her head and cried. She knew that she had a rough journey ahead of her, and she would need all the strength she had to deliver the baby. But she couldn’t stop worrying about whether he or she would be okay. And she knew she had to have Jensen make her a promise before all the craziness got started. 

“Jay, no matter what happens in there, you stay with the baby. No matter what,” she begged, knowing she couldn’t do this without that promise. 

“Y/N…” 

“No, Jay. You have to promise me. Please, I'm begging you. Take care of our baby if anything goes wrong. Please promise me Jay,” she wailed, the tears and fear of what could happen overtaking her. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I promise, honey. I'll stay with the baby no matter what. But you have to make me a promise. You gotta promise me that you’ll do everything you can to be okay. We’re both going to bring this precious baby home together. You hear me?” he pleaded, his tears finally breaking free and dropping down to her forehead where he had rested his against it. 

“I promise,” she whispered, reaching up to cup his face and kiss him softly, just as the door opened and the nurse came in. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, we’re here to take you upstairs.” 

“I’ll be right behind you,” Jensen kissed her one last time as the nurse walked over to wheel her up to delivery in her bed.

“See you soon, handsome,” she smiled, squeezing his hand as they began to wheel her out of the room. 

Jensen was pacing the floor waiting for the nurse to come tell him he could be with Y/N. Once they had gotten her upstairs, they told him he needed to wait outside in the hall while they got her settled in and hooked to all the monitors, and an IV inserted. He had already made all the phone calls he needed to make. Jared and Gen were on their way, his parents were heading out as soon as they could, and Dee and the kids knew that she would be delivering soon, and wanted to wait until she was in recovery before they came to visit. All he was waiting on now was the okay to be with his future wife. It felt like an eternity before the nurse came out and took him in to see Y/N. Dr. Williams was there when he walked in. 

“Hello, Mr. Ackles. I’ll get you up to speed on what’s happening. Sorry, it took so long to bring you in, but her water broke when we moved her to her new bed. So, that means that there’s an increased risk of infection if her labor doesn’t progress in a timely manner. Which means that I put her on a Pitocin drip through her IV. Unfortunately, that means her contractions will be more intense than usual, but that also means that little Ackles will make their debut sooner.” 

“Okay, so what do I need to do?” he asked, completely at a loss about what he should be doing. 

“Same thing you did with your other three children when your wife was in labor,” the doctor said, a look of confusion on her face. 

“Well, see, that’s the problem. All three of my other kids were scheduled c-sections. I never had to go through the labor part of it,” he answered sheepishly, feeling stupid for not knowing what to expect. 

“Oh! Well, then that makes sense,” the doctor giggled, “No need to be embarrassed. Just do whatever you can to help her be comfortable, and be her support when she needs encouragement. Other than that, buckle up and enjoy the ride. This will be a completely different but amazing experience for you.” 

“O-Okay,” he stuttered, a little overwhelmed with everything going on around him.

“Jay, it’s okay. Just come sit beside me, please,” Y’N’s voice broke him out of his stupor, her tired smile and outstretched hand making his legs finally work to have a seat by her side. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked, running his hand over her head. 

“Remember that scene from Alien?” she chuckled dryly. 

“The chest burster?!” he gasped at the visual image in his head. 

“Yeah, that one. Kinda like that,” she frowned as a strong contraction hit. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe. It’s going to be okay,” he huffed, her hand feeling like it was going to crush his  fingers as she squeezed. 

Jensen kept repeating to her that everything was fine and that she was doing amazing, and that it would all be over soon as each contraction had her gritting her teeth and crying in pain. He hated seeing her in so much pain, and he would do it for her if he could. But since he couldn’t, he stayed by her side with words of encouragement, little kisses on her face and head, and wiping the sweat away with a cool cloth. And after what felt like an eternity, the doctor told them that it was finally time for her to push. 

The flurry of activity in the room as the doctor and nurses prepared to help bring their baby into the world had his head spinning, but he tried to keep his focus on Y/N, and do everything he could to make it as easy as he could for her. Once the doctor told him to hold Y/N’s leg up, he knew the show was starting, and he didn’t know if he wanted to jump for joy, throw up, or pass out. 

“Jay. I can’t do this,” she cried after twenty minutes of pushing, her body feeling as if it would give out at any moment. 

“Yes you can, baby. You’re doing so good. They’re almost here, and we’ll know soon whether we have a son or daughter,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her temple, “I’m so fucking proud of you, honey. You’ve got this.” 

‘Come on, Y/N. I can see the head now. Just a few more pushes,” the doctor yelled out, making Jensen look down. 

“Don’t you dare look at that! It’ll scar you forever,” Y/N screamed, groaning through another contraction. 

“Baby, nothing could ever make me think any differently of you,” he said sweetly, looking back down to where the doctor was, “Oh my God! Honey, I can see the head! It has so much hair!” 

Jensen was elated. He couldn’t have imagined that this experience would’ve been so profound. Of course, seeing his other children being brought into the world through c-section was absolutely amazing, too. But this was a completely different ballgame. 

“Okay, Y/N. One more big push and you’ll meet your baby,” the nurse beside her said, holding her leg up higher to give her more leverage to push. Jensen followed suit, and leaned back to Y/N. 

“Come on, baby. You can do it. One more and we get to see our baby,” he cooed, kissing her forehead as she gave one last push. 

The sound of a loud cry pierced the room, and Y/N and Jensen both let out cries of their own at the wonderful sound. She’d done it. She’d endured the worst pain of her life, and now, her son or daughter was there, screaming for the whole delivery floor to hear. She’d never heard such a beautiful sound in her life. She continued to cry tears of joy as Jensen kissed all over her face, his tears mixing with hers, him showering her with praise for what a great job she had done.

“Mr. Ackles, would you like to cut the cord?” Dr. Williams asked, a bright smile on her face, “You have a very healthy baby over here.” 

Y/N and Jensen began to sniffle at her words. Their baby was perfectly healthy. All the worry of them being premature and having complications melting away. Jensen walked over to cut the cord. His breath caught in his throat when he looked down, the doctor smiling at him. 

“How about you cut this cord, and then you can go tell mama what the gender is, huh?” 

Jensen just nodded. He was speechless. This experience had been one of the most nerve-wracking but beautiful he’d ever had, and he couldn’t wait to tell Y/N what the gender was. Once the cord was cut, and the baby cleaned and wrapped up, Jensen slowly walked back to his fiancee, a face-splitting smile on his face. 

“Honey, would you like to hold our son?” he asked, a tear slipping down his cheek at the way Y/N’s face lit up with his words. 

“It’s a boy?” she whispered, her voice breaking with all the emotion she was feeling. 

“It’s a healthy little boy,” he beamed with pride, gently placing their son in his mama’s arms. 

“Oh my God, Jay. He’s beautiful, and just perfect,” she said with awe, kissing the little boy’s nose, forehead, and cheeks. 

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” he hiccuped with emotion, placing kisses all over her face between every word of thanks. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Jay.” 

“Yes, I do, baby. I have to thank you for being my friend all those years, for giving me the chance to be your boyfriend, for forgiving me when I fucked up so royally, for agreeing to be my wife, and especially for giving me what I didn’t even know I needed, another baby to love. So, yes, darlin’, I’ll owe you thanks every day for the rest of my life,” he whispered, afraid all the emotions he was feeling would take his voice if he tried to speak any louder. 

“I love you so much, Jay,” she smiled through tears, reaching up to cup his face. 

“I love you more than I’ll ever be able to tell you, baby,” he leaned down to capture her lips in a soft, quick kiss. 

Jensen leaned back to look down at Y/N and their son. The love in her eyes as she looked at their son took his breath away. How could he have been so selfish to have even thought to deny her this? She was going to be a great mother, and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her, raising their kids, and just loving her. He knew at that moment just what a lucky son of a bitch he was, and he was going to do his damnedest to never take that for granted again.

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Alastor & Charlie's Dance Analysis

I find it interesting that Alastor would choose a hobby that has been so romantically coded for centuries. The art of dance is basically a mating ritual of sorts. It opens the door to romance, love, passion and trust.

In the dance film "Take the Lead", the lead character describes dance as an act of trust. As he says (paraphrasing a bit because I couldn't find the actual quote or clip) "The man leads the dance, but it is the woman's choice to let him lead so she is the one with the power."

I feel like this line sums up Alastor and Charlie's first dance in the pilot and their relationship in general. Tossing Charlie into the air and catching her. Sliding down the ramp/stairs while holding her hand. Alastor dipping her. All of these moments during their dance were how Alastor was building trust with Charlie.

Alastor believes he is the one leading their "dance". He's the one "producing" the show. He's the storyteller. He's the one directing the tide how he wants. Except for underestimating Adam, he has had a lot of control over many events; running the hotel, mutually agreeing with Charlie to let Sir Pentious stay at the hotel, protecting the hotel, the satisfied look he had during "More than Anything" almost as if the outcome of the song is exactly what he wanted, saving information on the angels for a rainy day, Alastor telling Charlie about his smile being a power play, Alastor taking her to a town full of cannibals, looping his arm through hers so Charlie doesn't stray, Alastor introducing Rosie as an ally for Charlie and lending Charlie his microphone staff.

"I knew she could do it all along."

"She's filled with potential that I could guide."

When Alastor returns during the Finale song, Charlie literally re-receives him with literal open arms. He smiles with satisfaction because her hug confirms that he hasn't lost Charlie's trust (which is currently the most important thing to him besides his freedom).

Earlier, I had said dancing can be a mating ritual. It makes people bond. In this case, Alastor and Charlie bonded as friends while also "bonding" through their ambiguous contract. While not binding Charlie's soul to him, their "dance" still bound her to him in a sense. They'll be "together" until Alastor decides what his favor will be/what he wants to do after he regains his freedom.

Now onto Charlie's POV of their "dance". She knows that Alastor's whole persona is an amalgamation of control and choice. As Alastor stated before, he can make people stay at the hotel so why doesn't he just force them? Charlie wants it to be the sinners' choice.

Why does he originally use modern technology for the first commercial? Charlie. Why does he stop beating up Sir Pentious? Because Charlie had said "He's had enough." He actually did stop and only blasted Pentious a moment later because he ripped his coat.

Why does he allow Pentious to stay at the hotel? Because Charlie was the one that encouraged Pentious to apologize to Alastor. Why was Pentious allowed to stay even after they found out he was a spy? Because Charlie forgave him and that was good enough for Alastor.

It's always about Charlie's choice. When they first met, Charlie said, "I know he probably doesn't want to change, but I can't turn him away. It goes everything I believe in." Then she takes the reigns of the situation by telling Alastor, "I hereby order you to help with this hotel for as long as you desire."

A royal decree but not one that forces Alastor to stay at the hotel forever. She's giving him a choice and choices are probably seldom for Alastor due to him being leashed.

"Sometimes the best way to conquer an enemy is to get right in their face."

Another fitting quote from the Take the Lead film. I feel like Charlie's decision to let Alastor into the hotel was meant to keep him as close as possible by keeping a watchful eye on him so that he wouldn't be all over the city again back to his old ways.

It was Charlie's choice to defend Alastors sadistic way of defending the hotel. It was her choice to make a deal in exchange for valuable information because they were all in a desperate situation.

Charlie trusted that Alastor would "ask for one favor at a time of my choosing where you harm no one." No matter what the deal is, for her the most important part is that she wouldn't be obligated to hurt anyone once Alastor collects. It was her choice to make a risky decision because it would be for the good of all.

Charlie has more power in this "dance" of theirs than people think. If Charlie is unhappy, Alastor is unhappy. She is the one with the power because for whatever reason, Alastor's goal is to keep Charlie happy and fulfill her "every bizarre request."

Her trust to let Alastor into the hotel did have a pay off. She didn't expect him to change or care and yet he ended up "growing accustomed" to Charlie and the Hazbin gang and went all out in trying to protect them and the hotel from the angels.

Even when Alastor cashes in on the deal/inevitably betrays her, she'll understand that it was her choice to let him in, to work with him and to care about him enough to say she "loves" him, the Hazbin gang and the cannibals.

That's why it will also be her choice in trusting him to do the right thing at the perfect time and her choice to forgive him and let him back into her life. That is why going back to the quote from earlier, "The man leads the dance but it is the woman's choice to let him lead so she is the one with the power." It will be her choice to allow him to be her partner in dance, business or anything else.

[the-sky-the-stars-the-sea]

Day Four of The Ultimate Dragon Prince Rewatch 🙌🙌

Season four season four!

Okay today I might actually be more head empty but here goes

Opening right where season three left off was genius, we finally get new content adding on to the last thing we saw.

Callum tracing a finger over the mirror…the Viren parallels…love to see parallels hate that Callum is having a parallel and therefore a character is fate moment…

I love how Rayla and Ezran’s relationship stayed exactly the same when she came back. Because he forgave her on sight. She didn’t quite break him like she broke Callum, but Ezran has always been more easy to forgive (so his season six moment when he tells Viren he doesn’t deserve mercy hits hard)

Point 1: I love the wedding proposal. Point 2: I love how Amaya not understanding what was going on and attacking the dancers foreshadowed the cultural differences and violent actions to come

TERRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Claudia and Terry truly are The ADHD couple. I love them.

Oh the difference between the breathing spell (runes) and the breathing spell (dark magic)…

Also Claudia has been associated with bats twice here, once with the puffer bats and another with the bats wings which I guess are supposed to show she’d evil but I just think she looks awesome, and I’m not sure if it means something but it’s definitely interesting

Viren is showing obvious PTSD. And I stopped sympathizing with Viren season three, but in this season…he’s not all powerful and slightly inhuman anymore. He’s painfully human, and very afraid. And so a little bit of sympathy does go out from me to him in this moment. (Also Terry is allowed to use the words “panic attack” and does everything right to comfort Viren, I love him 🥺)

I love Viren’s speech as he wonders how he wants to spend his last thirty days. I would have loved to see him do that. (I might need a spinoff miniseries actually.) But Claudia won’t allow it. And that’s why there’s more story.

The ruined painting, Ezran’s speech, Claudia and Ibis’s fight, Corvus’s Song of Love and Sorrow…chills every single time. And how they parallel each other too. Ezran’s “stop!” with Claudia and Ibis continuing to fight, and then the Song of Love and Sorrow playing when Ibis is about to kill Claudia but then Terry kills him…an act of love that leads to sorrow. I just…no more words. The storytelling design…it was just perfect, and hit exactly how it was meant to.

As much as I hate seeing Terry in pain I’m glad they showed us just how much killing messed him up. Because so far we haven’t really been shown a lot of regret/hauntedness when it comes to taking a life. I think this might be what Rayla would look like if she killed. But we already know she hates showing weakness, so she would not allow herself to put herself in a position where she might show weakness.

I love you Terry I love you “I’m not going to stop feeling things. In fact, I’m gonna feel ALL the feelings!”

As Zubeia is telling the story of what happened to Aaravos, you can see Tidebound Tina/Akiyu making Aaravos’s prison. A little detail I didn’t register the first time I watched because she didn’t become vital to the narrative til the next season

Also chills when she’s describing Aaravos’s targets and Rayla puts it together: “mages.” (ahhhhh Callummmmm why must your sweet and pure curiosity for magic the very thing that might be your downfallllll)

Aaravos possessing Callum…no, I definitely don’t like this part. Even though he made awful things come out of Callum’s mouth, not one of them were about to anger enough to lash out. Which to me is interesting because usually when Evil Guy is in Beloved One’s body someone is about to do something before someone else yells out “No you can’t hurt them!” So it’s just. It’s really interesting to me that Aaravos said all those things and none of them even lifted a finger. Like they knew fighting Aaravos possesing Callum would only hurt Callum. And I don’t know I think it shows how much trust they have in Callum that they don’t need to fight for him, if that makes any sense?

I love seeing Soren and Rayla caring for each other and how worried she is when he doesn’t come back. They’ve come along way since trying to kill each other, and season three’s “ugh, this guy again?”

“Yip yip?” My friend who is Avatar first TDP second was ranting about how only Jack de Sena is allowed to say “yip yip”

Anyways I like how Soren is befriending dragons instead of tying them down

*haven’t seen each other for two years* “why…why are you wearing pajamas?” *spend five minutes talking about pajamas* YESSS THAT’S EXACTLY HOW SIBLINGS REUNITE THEIR BOND IS NOT COMPLETELY BROKEN (yet 😔💔)

So Soren seeing Viren come back is double trauma for him, because he already has the mental image of him killing Viren seared into his mind, I don’t care if he learned quickly it was an illusion, that is Not something you can ever get out of your head; also he has spent the last two years with the small comfort knowing that his father could never gaslight or manipulate him again. And does Viren try to apologize for anything he’s done to Soren? No.

Head empty in the first zone of peril, I agree with N’than I actually would have stayed in there with all the pretty gems at the price of my life

Love the comedic voiceovers when the screen is completely dark

Two years later and Terry coming out to Viren makes me emotional. As a trans person myself, seeing someone in the story talk about their trans-ness really means a lot to me

Rayla saying “yeah…I like talking” when Callum wakes her up…no, we’ve seen how she doesn’t like reason or riddles or feelings. But she wants Callum to talk to her again. And suddenly she likes talking. Because it gives her hope that Callum can forgive her. Aaaand then he asks her to kill him. And then she honks his nose and suddenly they got their old dynamic back, even if just for a moment

I love Janai. She’s made some tough choices. But I love how she doesn’t let her brother sway her. Lucia was found guilty, but they don’t need to kill her. Karim challenged her to a blood duel, but she did not need to fight it kill hill. “I make history. History does not make me.” YESSSSSSS QUEEEEN 🙌

The brown sludge tarts being what won over Rex was also genius. He didn’t need things that mattered to them. Ezran saw that, and gave him something that could matter to him.

“I’m going to do something less cruel [than waking him up with stinky feet]. I’m going to stab him.” I mean…you’re not wrong

Amd then!!!! Soren faces trauma aGAIN when he thinks he fails Ezran because it looks like Ezran died in the dragon’s cave, and he already failed in preventing Harrow from dying, and so to him it looks like he’s doing the same thing again!! True Ezran doesn’t actually die but Soren’s panic and haunting past were real!!!

My gosh I love it when Terry tells Claudia what he thinks about what she did to Rayla. He lays it all out: he trusts her and supports her even though he’s seen her do a lot of awful things, because he knew that she had a good reason. But her tricking Rayla was cruel. And so he walks away. And Claudia shrinks in on herself, obviously looking like she feels bad. And that’s why she returns the coins to Rayla. Because she doesn’t want that feeling again. (She’s at the tipping point of being too far gone…but she’s not there yet)

Callum’s face when reuniting with Rayla 🥹

Aaaaaand Viren did dark magic 😔

Head really empty now. Very good season.

[lo-aksgf]

love your fics 🥺 may i request a part 2 of the where you cry in an argument? 👌 this close to swinging on ao’nung fr tho

WHEN YOU CRY DURING AN ARGUMENT

part 2 !

warnings ; horrible writing, not proofread, wrote it in 20 minutes or less, tsireya being cute and neteyam too 🤷🏻‍♀️, ao’nung and reader lowkey toxic NGL!!

notes ; the necklace that i imagined neteyam made was one of those necklaces that have the shells around it? if you don’t know what i’m talking about just use your imagination! also the ao’nung part is not nsfw so please don’t think of it like that, please and thanks 🫶

NETEYAM

it had been a good nights sleep since you and neteyam had your little argument, he laid in bed all night thinking of ways to cheer you up until he finally thought of the perfect idea

neteyam woke up earlier than usual, heading out towards the water. going on a hunt for enough shells to make you a necklace, he always noticed the bare of your neck where nothing sat, so he made it his mission to make the prettiest necklace for the prettiest person.

after he had found identical shells, he went back home to make it.

he searched around the island for you, finally spotting you and his sister, tuk in the water picking out the prettiest shells out of the handful you both had. neteyam admired that you hung out with his little sister and made time for her even when you were busy.

neteyam stood and watched you and tuk pick out the prettiest ones you liked, tuk had to go with neytiri for some reason. so neteyam finally had his time with just you without his siblings around

you were now both standing knee high in the water, “i said i would make it up to you, so i made you this” he said revealing the necklace he had hiding behind his back, you were stunned. the fact he actually made this for you had your jaw on the floor, “it’s so pretty!” you said smiling widely “like you,” he said smugly, you blushed and broke the eye contact “stop” you laughed, neteyam joining in. “turn around” he ordered, putting the necklace around your neck, twirling you around and placing a quick bit passionate kiss to your lips.

TSIREYA

it had been a couple days since your argument, tsireya had been spending all her free time around you. being extra affectionate, you knew this was because of what had happened but you couldn’t help but love this side of her.

she had even been distant with lo’ak, he kind of understood why because neteyam had told him after you had broke down and told him (just pretend neteyams your best friend here lmao)

“look! this shell is beautiful” tsireya said reaching the surface of the water, you and tsireya had little ‘dates’ where you’d both search for the nicest shells in the reef.

“new one to the collection?” you asked, she nodded smiling, you and the girl were only a couple inches away from eachother.

“can i kiss you?” she asked, you nodded eagerly even though you and tsireya had shared atleast 10 kisses that day.

you both got over the argument extremely quick, tsireya isn’t the type to hold a grudge, especially on the person she loves most.

sorry it’s short, there’s not much to write of tsireya because she loves you so she forgave you with no doubts!

AO’NUNG

ao’nung had been doing everything to try and talk to you but you were just not having it, glaring at him everytime he made his way towards you, causing him to turn around and walk away knowing you don’t want to talk.

but a couple days later he finally got the courage to just talk to you, no matter how mad you were.

“y/n!” he spoke loudly, walking towards you at a quick pace. you turning around at the call of your name

“what do you want?” you spat, glaring up at him

“i want to say i’m sorry, i did not mean to hurt you” the confidence of telling you how it was, was gone. he was genuinely upset that you were mad at him

“well if you didn’t mean to hurt me you wouldn’t have said it!” you yelled angrily, turning on him again to walk away.

“y/n wait-” ao’nung said as he grabbed your arm, earning a slap in the face from you as you turned to him. “if you want to make it up to me, stop being such a bitch” you had learnt that word from lo’ak, apparently it meant something really offensive and you finally found a way to use it.

“you’re being a bitch” he laughed, you didn’t know why he was laughing and you were about to go off at him, “no i am not! why-” ao’nung cut you off as he pulled you by the throat into a kiss, you didn’t want to kiss him but you couldn’t help it since he is still your boyfriend after all.

pulling away you huffed in annoyance, grabbing your throat from where he had grabbed it “did i hurt you?” he said in slight concern “no, just felt weird” you laughed, you really didn’t want to forgive him either but you couldn’t help it.

[buddiebeginz]

Just to be clear since I ranted a lot after last nights ep. I love Eddie I'll always love him he's one of my fav characters. But loving a character doesn't mean you have to excuse everything they do.

Kim showing up at the house dressed as Shannon was in large part on Kim. She didn't tell Eddie she was going to do that nor even ask to come over. I also get that in the state of mind Edde's been in lately and the fact that he wasn't expecting to see what was ostensibly Shannon on his doorstep he really didn't know what to do let alone kick her out or something.

Still Kim wouldn't have even known where Eddie lived had he not been cheating with her and not taken her to his house in the first place. I've seen a lot of people say Chris seeing Kim was all on Kim and it's not Eddie's fault but for me some of the blame does fall onto Eddie for the actions he took that led up to that.

I'm not saying that Eddie is a bad person or that I don't see he's in a bad place mentally. I just haven't liked some of the choices he's made this season. I also don't think Eddie ever intentionally wanted to hurt Chris. I know he'd never want to do that and it's going to hurt him greatly knowing he has.

Also I talked in my post about how I thought Buck should have been angry during the kitchen scene. This was just my first reaction after watching the ep. When I rewatched that scene I was glad Buck was as loving and gentle with Eddie as he was. It was clearly what Eddie needed in that moment because it was what motivated him to come clean to Kim about Shannon.

I guess I also get tired of the show never allowing the characters to deal with the consequences of their actions. We just saw this in 704 after Buck hurt Eddie (and I don't think he truly meant to) but I still think we needed to see them talk about what happened on the court. We've seen similar things like when Chim and Buck fought they never talked about it. Or when Buck cheated on Taylor, she just forgave him and stayed. I think sometimes it's harder to see the growth of a character if you don't get to see them dealing with their mistakes.

I'm also angry about this on Chris' behalf especially since we just saw Chris talking about his mom in 701. So part of me does want to see Buck getting angry at Eddie for the role he played in what happened. And for as much as the fandom talks about how Buck is like Chris' other dad it would make sense for Buck to be upset that his son was hurt.

At the end of the day though I love my Buddie family and I do want to see Buck being there for Eddie and Chris like I know he will be eventually after whatever craziness happens in the finale.

Also me talking about Eddie facing consequences for his part in this does not mean I was trying to insinuate that he's an unfit father or that Chris should be removed or anything like that. Like I said I don't think Eddie would ever want to do anything to intentionally hurt Chris. The best case scenario would actually be for Buck to come and stay with Eddie and Chris but given that Ryan said Eddie is going to be isolated I don't think we're going to see that. I'm not sure what's going to happen with Eddie's parent's coming to visit but Chris is way better off with Eddie than he'd ever be with his grandparents.

Anyway I just wanted to put this out there because I feel like my rant from last night came off the wrong way because I was venting about the ep. Even if I disagree with some of Eddie's choices I will still always defend Eddie and Buck and Buddie and I'm never closing on any of them.

[booboodaddysblog]

Surprise

Part two

Warnings: smut, dominant Colin, long teasing, fingering, kissing

Words: 4896

Marg woke up alone in bed. She stretched and looked at her watch, it was after ten o'clock. Frightened, she quickly sat up on the bed... and immediately knew that this was not a good idea. She felt nauseous and managed to reach the bathroom at the last minute. She knew she wouldn't like being pregnant. Although from what she once read that nausea is usually only for the first three months, after that it's fine. The worst part is that she has to endure these three months hugging the toilet.

She returned to the bedroom and saw a note on the bedside table. She took it in her hand and began to read:

"Marg,

forgive me for having to leave you alone, but I was forced to go to work. Besides, you were sleeping so sweetly, I didn't want to wake you up. It's a beautiful sight.

I would like to ask you to stay at my house today. Rest, eat well and drink lots of water. Don't worry about being absent from work. I will arrange everything. Ah... and we need to find a good doctor to manage our pregnancy. I want everything to be fine. This is a big news for me. I have a flurry of thoughts. I need to start reading about it. I hope there is a book called "Pregnancy for the resistant". And I apologize to you for my behavior at night... I was, and still am, terrified of becoming a dad. It still doesn't get to me.

Have a great day and see you tonight.

- Colin”

She read the letter several times and felt the tears roll down her cheeks. It had been a long time since she had read anything so sweet. She got emotional, plus the state she was in doubled her weepy reaction.

Suddenly she got a notification of a new message on her phone. She reached for it and saw that it was Colin.

“Hey, my love… I'm thinking, you know how we talked about getting married..., that maybe we should think about it before the baby is born. It will be less of a hassle. I'll get the money somehow. Well, it's probably a little early to think about such things, but my overthinking makes me crazy and I had to write you about it. Just so I wouldn't forget.

I hope you feel better."

She smiled softly as she read the message.

"Hey, sweetie.... I understand you completely. I'm also thinking a lot about it. We only found out a few hours ago, and there are a lot of questions in my head that I don't know the answers to. Focus on your work, even though I know it's not easy. And I beg you not to tell anyone about anything at work. We don't need gossip right now. When the time is right, we will tell them everything ourselves.

I don't feel good, I feel terrible. I need sleep, that's for sure.

Thank you for your sweet letter xoxo"

He answered really quick:

"Okay, we'll talk when I get back. I won't bother you anymore. Rest and remember to drink water, I don't want you to get dehydrated or worse faint when I'm not at home.

See you later."

“See you later, Colin”

She went to the kitchen to get water and returned to the bedroom. Sleep came very quickly.

——————-

Colin was counting down the minutes until he left work. He couldn't wait to see his beloved again. He had a good feeling that everything would be fine between them. That maybe the pregnancy would bring them closer together. He cared about Marg. He loved her and could imagine a future with her. Now not only with her. He hoped she forgave him for his betrayal. They honestly didn't talk about it at night. No... it's not worth revisiting the subject. It's just that Colin needs to keep his dick in his pants and be polite and devoted only to Marg.

- And we are planning to get married.... oh my god... everything is happening so fast - he said to himself and hid his face in his hands, sighing loudly.

He was finally able to return home. He packed his documents and drove home. As soon as he got out of the car, he felt excitement. Marg was at his house waiting for him. It had been a long time since he had felt something like this.

He crossed the threshold of the house with a smile and closed the door behind him.

- Marg? I’m home! - announced his arrival and hung his coat on the hanger.

- Oh Colin - Marg came out of the kitchen. She went up to him and hugged him tightly - I missed you and out of this longing I cooked dinner for us - she smiled broadly.

- That's great - he kissed her on the cheek - I see that you feel better.

- Yes, it's better, let's hope tomorrow is just as good. Go wash your hands, we are about to eat.

- Yes sir - he saluted her and went to the bathroom.

He smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He felt relaxed. The very proximity of Marg had that effect on him.

- Something smells really good. Is it chicken? - he walked into the kitchen. He approached Marg and embraced her from behind, kissing her neck - You also smell beautiful - he closed his eyes savoring it.

- You guessed it, it's chicken. Pass me the plates, please.

- I can see that you feel really comfortable in my house - he laughed, handing her what she asked for.

- You know, I spent almost the whole day in here. I rummaged through every cabinet and drawer - she said with a serious face.

- You're kidding... - he felt himself getting weak.

- Yes, I'm joking - she laughed out loud - geez, I scared you - she laughed even louder.

- Do you think it's funny? I wonder how you would feel in my place?

- I have nothing to hide - she shrugged her shoulders and carried the plates to the table.

- Actually... then I have nothing to hide either.

- Then why did you get so stressed? Suspicious - she laughed again - let's have dinner, I'm hungry.

They passed dinner with pleasant conversation. They really had a lot of new topics to talk about. The pregnancy, the wedding... Colin's work had now faded into the background. He himself felt good about it. He didn't like to talk about his work. It made it impossible for him to relax. Everything that happened during the day came back to him like a boomerang and crushed him to a pulp. The only thing he dreamed of at the time was going to bed. But now he felt free and light. The smile did not come off his lips.

- You know what... I think so, when I look at you now, that you will look really sexy with extra pregnancy pounds - he smiled broadly at her.

- Stop, I don't even want to think about it. I don't want to get fat.

- I think you have no control over it. It's rather natural that your body will change. Certainly for the better - he said with the smirk.

- Don't you like my body? - Marg raised an eyebrow.

- No... that's not what I meant. Your body is perfect, and it will be even better. I love your shapes, especially your breasts and buttocks.

- You are lucky, because I already wanted to be offended - she showed him her tongue.

- Oh, don't show me your tongue. It has a bad effect on me.

- Oh, really?

- Yes, my dirty thoughts are raging.

- Ah, yes... your overthinking... sometimes it's probably not so bad - she said with a smirk.

- But, back to your body. You will always be beautiful, no matter how your body changes after pregnancy.

- You're cute. You will definitely be a good dad.

Colin reached out his hand toward Marg and stroked her belly gently. He looked into her eyes.

- I can't wait to see you with baby on your arms, you're gonna be the best mom - he kissed her softly.

- I hope so - she kissed him back.

- And of course I'm gonna be the best dad, my sweet princess... I want to be here for the baby every step of the way, I wanna be here throughout the whole adventure in our way to becoming a family - he smiled at her - but... can I be honest and ask a question? Would you be offended if I'm too honest?

- Ask what you want - she kissed him again - oh I really love your lips.

- Yeah, I really like yours too, I love how they feel when they're teasing me - he chuckled softly as kissed her back - but anyway, I was wondering.... do you know that I can't wait to see you with a bigger belly? Would you mind if I was very curious about that?

- No, baby, I understand that you’re curious about pregnancy stuff. I’m so curious too. I guess my belly will be way bigger then now. Baby will grow up so need more space - she kissed him again, this time more passionate - oh my goodness, I can't take myself away from your mouth, my hormones are going crazy!

- Oh yes, the baby will grow... oh.... and yes, me too, your hormones and the way you look now.... I’m getting crazy just thinking about it, I really understand why you want more now.

- I need you so much right now, especially your lips… everywhere - she groaned.

- My lips, my hands, my arms, my... everywhere, right? - he chuckled and kissed her again, this time harder and more passionately.

- Yes, everywhere, Colin…

- Oh... now I know you're getting crazy... I think all your hormones have taken over your mind... what if I help you with that?

- How? - she sighed.

He smiled and put his arm around her waist, helping her up from the table.

- I think you'll like what I got in mind...

Colin pressed his body firmly against hers, leaned her against the wall and started kissing her again, making sure she didn't move an inch because he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

- What else do you have for me? - she interrupted the kiss.

- Hmm... I was thinking of having some fun, just the two of us - he smiled - and I guess we'd have to make sure that the baby doesn't feel anything, what do you say?

- Our baby is the size of a bean. Don't worry, it won't feel a thing - she laughed.

He laughed as well and kissed her mouth passionately.

- Good answer... so what's your answer on my question? Would you like to have some fun?

- You know my answer - she bit her lip.

- That's what I like to hear... let's not waste anymore time then - he grabbed her hand to lead her to the bedroom and start doing what they love.

- Colin?

- Huh? Yes, sweetie?

- You don’t need to be gentle with me today.

- Oh, you think so? Would you like me to be a little rougher with you? - he smirked.

- Do whatever you want with me - she groaned.

- Now, you’re talking…

- Yes, Colin… I’m all yours.

- Now I definitely love that way you're talking today, let's get to the bedroom, I have something you'll love to see...

- What? A gift?

- Hmm, you know that I love buying you nice presents, but this one is more... intimate, for you and I to have some private fun.

- Okay then, can’t wait to see that - she was really curious.

- Oh, you'll love it, I'm sure of that... - he led her to the bedroom and opened the door.

- Let me see it. What is it?

After letting her in, he closed the door slowly and stood right in front of her.

- Close your eyes dear, and don't open them until I tell you to, can you do that for me?

- Of course.

- Good, I knew I could count on you... now, close your eyes tightly and don't peek at anything until I tell you, okay?

- I promise - she covered her eyes.

- That's the girl I know, you're such an obedient one... are you sure you want me to trust you? - he whispered teasingly in her ear and kissed her cheek.

- Yes.

Colin chuckled softly with a slight sparkle in his eyes.

- Alright then, you can keep your eyes closed, I'll tell you when to open then...

He brought his hands slowly to her eyes to check if she hasn't peeked.

- Good girl…

- Yes, but I'm a good girl just for you.

- Oh, is that so? So if I wasn't here, you'd be a very bad girl... who would you rather be submissive and obedient to rather than me?

- Submissive and obedient.... just for you - she whispered.

- Good... that's the way I like my sweet princess. Now, you can open your eyes.

He smiled gently and put his hands on her waist, wanting to see her reaction to what he had prepared.

- Oh… you are… naked - she smiled broadly.

- Yeah, and just let your eyes slowly go down and see what I've got prepared for you... - he laughed.

- Oh… I really like what I see - she bit her lip.

- I was hoping you'd like it...

He moved his fingers over her shoulder and leaned her body against the bed, then moved a little closer to her face, looking into her eyes.

- But now, my second question…

He paused for a moment as he moved his body close to hers more.

- Would you like to do more than just look?

- I’d love to… oh Colin…

- I hope so…

He chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, teasingly.

- But now, we should have a bit of fun... I think you'll like what I have in mind, you will enjoy this...

- Go on, Colin - she whispered.

Also, he began whispering in her ear, stroking her sides and caressing her body with his fingers.

- I want you to just lay back, relax and let me do all of the work... do you think you can handle that, princess?

- I'll try, but I'm sure I can handle it - she kissed him passionately.

- Good... I was kinda counting on you handling this.

He rested her completely on the bed, then lay down on top of her and began to passionately caress her body.

All she was able to do at that moment was sigh loudly.

- Let me take your clothes off.

- Yes…

He did it very slowly, teasing her.

- I love to tease you…

- Colin…

He pulled her a little closer and pressed his body against hers, beginning to kiss her neck and all over her body, going down and taking his time to enjoy every inch.

- You’re so hungry, Colin - her back arched.

- What can I say? I get really hungry sometimes... you're just too delicious to me - he chuckled.

He grabbed her thighs as his kisses went down, and then he murmured.

- Now, I think I'm gonna take my sweet time enjoying all of you, so stay still...

- It's really hard for me not to move when you give me so much pleasure, but I'll keep trying - she sighed loudly.

- I know it is, but like I said... this is all about you and me enjoying ourselves, so you'll just have to let me handle that...

As he continued caressing her body, he suddenly stopped and whispered in her ear.

- Now, I think it's time for me to take this to another level...

- Do it, Colin… - she groaned.

He smiled gently, biting his lips, became a little more serious.

- Okay, now, I want you to stay still and not move at all, I'm about to do something I think will feel very good.

- Oh, I’m sure about that - she whispered.

He pressed her body tighter to the bed, moving on top of her in such a way that their bodies were completely connected. He wanted her to be completely vulnerable.

- I’m all yours… - she wrapped her arms around his neck.

- Good, now I want you to trust my hands completely, okay?

He grabbed each of her wrists and placed them above her head, leaving her fully vulnerable.

- I trust you and your hands - she smiled at him.

- I'm glad you trust me, because I'm gonna use my hands to make you feel so much pleasure... I want you to let these hands do all the work by themselves.

- I want everything, I’m waiting - she tried to move to get more pleasure.

- No, no, no, no moving at all, you stay still, let your body take all of the pleasure I can give you, okay?

- I’m so hungry, give me that pleasure, please - she moved again under him.

- Oh my god, you're not following my instructions at all... - he grumbled at her - you want me to give you pleasure? Don't move right now, not even a bit, or I'll stop.

- I will now be a good and hungry girl. I'm not moving, I understand - she moaned.

He smirked.

- Good girl... now, I'm gonna take care of you and see if you can handle my touch.

As soon as he finished saying this, he began to put his hands all over her body, exploring every inch of her body with his palms, stroking and caressing her skin.

She moaned loudly.

His hands started to trace little circles on her body, every soft touch feels absolutely divine, he's making sure that nothing is going to distract her.

- Colin! - she moaned again.

He felt heat all over his body when he heard her moan.

- Such a good and hungry girl... are you sure you're still not trying to move?

- I’m sure, I promise to be a good girl and hungry of course - she laughed a little.

- Good... you better not be lying to me.

He continued to let his hands explore her body, starting to go higher up her legs. He did not stop teasing her.

She moaned loudly once again.

The sound of her moans filled him with anticipation, the higher he goes, the more the moans increase... He stopped right at her hips and whispered into her ear with a smirk on his face.

- Now, I think you're finally gonna like what I have to show you, right?

- I already love everything - she moans loudly again.

He bit his lips softly as he continues caressing the sides of her hips slowly and passionately, but then he stopped, because he knew she likes it when she can feel his body heat.

- Colin… don’t stop - she whispered.

- Now I think I want to make you feel something even better... I want to make you feel something absolutely spectacular.

- Give me that, Colin!

He nodded softly and leaned back slightly, his hands slowly moved down her body, reached the junction of her thighs and began to caress her there, slowly and calmly, he took his time. She was so wet there and so soft.

- I'm gonna enjoy teasing you for a while... you can give in right now and accept what I'm going to do to you, or we simply can wait a bit more... - he whispered in her ear, squeezing one of her thighs tightly.

- I give in now! oh Colin I love everything you do to me! - she moaned lightly.

- Good girl... now, you wanna know what I have for you?

- Yes! Yes!

- Okay then, how about I just do a little bit more exploring and I show you that with my hands, would you like that? - he sighed - So, I think I'll start moving my hands towards...

- Yes, Colin I want everything you have for me! Move your hands toward…

He put two fingers inside her. And began to move gently.

She moaned even louder than before.

- Oh I know what you want - he kissed her passionately.

- I’m so hungry, Colin! - she bite his lower lip.

He smirked and then whispered softly as he stroked his other hand down her body.

- Then let me feed you exactly what you're hungry for - he inserted a third finger into her, trying to push them in as deep as he could.

- Oh… I’m so hungry for you! - she screamed.

- Love this answer. I’m so hungry for you, and only you.

- Oh Colin! Faster! - she groaned.

- You know this is what I was building up to...

He began to push his fingers into her faster, massaging her pleasure button with his thumb.

- Exactly there, Colin!

- Oh, yeah?

- Yes!

His movements became more precise and faster, more rhythmic. He liked to make her squirm.

- Oh don’t stop moving your hands and kiss me. I need your lips on mine - she tried to move.

- You're trying to move, sweetie, remember what I said I'd do to you if you didn't keep still? Please don't make me stop what I'm doing to you...

- I’m sorry, but you’re making me squirm - she groaned.

- Good, you're supposed to be squirming and begging for more, don't forget that you asked for all of this... - he smiled - Do you want me to stop?

- No!

- Good girl... Now, how about I just keep these hands going the way they're going right now and they'll never stop... Do you want that?

- Oh my God, Colin! - she screamed.

He smiled and gave her a passionate long kiss.

- Oh trust me... I never will... If it was up to me, I'd keep going until I had no more energy to move - he laughed.

- I know you have enough energy to pleasure me now - she kissed him back hungrily.

He moaned and kissed her back passionately and eagerly.

- I love your hands! - she moaned into his mouth.

- I love knowing that you like my hands so much... I'm sure you'd like them more by the end.

He continued to move his fingers inside her hot insides, while massaging her breasts with his other hand. He sucked on her nipples. He was so hungry.

- Oh! This is what I want! Exactly there!

He returned to gently biting her neck and licking her.

- You’re a master in this, Colin. Don’t you dare to stop - she moaned softly.

- I swear, I won't... I'd never stop doing this to you...

He hugged his body tighter to hers, and then pulled her body closer to his, continuing to touch her there slowly and passionately, his hands never stopping.

- I’m about to…, you exactly know what! - she almost screamed.

- Oh yeah? You're already this close, huh?

- Yes! - she started to squirm, and breathe heavily, she was so close.

- Keep still, let's see if you can stop yourself... - he kissed her - you can't move at all now, okay?

- I promise not to move, but don’t stop, please - she screamed loudly.

- Then don't move and don't make a noise, okay? - he whispered to her ear.

- It’s so hard to be quiet, you’re so good to me - she moans loudly.

- It doesn't matter... keep still and quiet, okay? Or I'm gonna have to use my hands in such a way that won't let you make sounds anymore.

- Oh make me quiet, Colin. It’s so hard to make no noises - she moaned loudly.

- You sure about that? It might not be as fun as you imagine... - he began stroking her lower lip.

- Do it, please! - she bit her lip to be quite.

Once again bent over her body, his face now right in front of hers.

- You asked for it...

He pressed his hands firmly on top of her mouth and started to cover her with his body, stopping her from making any sounds, he pulled back slightly.

- I'm not gonna let you make a sound until you beg me to stop.

She nodded her head as a sign that she understood.

He pulled back a bit and give her a deep and long kiss. He laughed and stooped making out with her for a second. He was breathing heavily.

- Now, we're playing that game aren't we? So, let me hear you, how far can you go without begging me to stop? Be honest with me, okay?

Again she nodded her head to confirm.

- Good girl…

He sighs softly and let's go from her mouth.

- So, what do you think? You can take more of this?

- I’m still hungry, so yes I do - she moans softly.

- Perfect response, that's what I wanted to hear...

He moved his hands back to her mouth again, covered them to shut her up and pulled her body very close to his, his hips are all up to her body now, he's going to move just a little bit more just to get her even more hungry.

She was breathing hard through her nose, her body trembling with delight.

- Oh god, you're trembling, I can feel it through my body... and you're breathing so deeply and quickly... - he whispered.

She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, waiting for more delights.

He leaned forward a bit more, starting to move his hands all over her body again, his hips now pressed against her.

Colin heard a loud moan of delight.

- Let's see how much you can take, before I give you more of what you're craving... - he whispered to her ear.

She looked at him with wide-open eyes and nodded.

Again he began to massage her hot entrance. He pushed her rhythmically and continuously. Again he felt her trembling and squirming.

Her body trembled, she was close to fulfillment. She closed her eyes.

- Oh, you're close again, aren't you? I can tell... I know your body so well by now...

Her body arched as she reached fulfillment. She let out a loud and long sigh. She breathed hard trying to calm down after such a strong sensation.

He moved back slightly, no longer covering her mouth with his fingers, and let her breathe, watching her carefully, waiting.... waited for her to signal him that she wanted more.

Still breathing heavily, she slowly calmed down. She smiled at Colin, seeing the expression on his face.

- Don't look at me like that, so obscene, you made me tired. I don't even have the strength to move - she laughed.

He laughed softly and hugged her, his face has a satisfied look as he smiles softly at her.

- Oh, that was quite the reaction, I'd say I did my job well... do you want more or do you think you've had enough for now?

- That's enough for today. You really made me tired. But... Colin? What about your pleasure? You gave me so much joy, and all you got return was my pleasure - she smiled at him.

- Oh, trust me when I say this... It was worth it, I don't mind not getting much in return if it means that I get to give you what you enjoy the most - he kissed her softly.

- Oh, you are so sweet. I promise to make you happy soon too. You have so much stress at work, you need to relax - she stroked his head.

- I have all of the relaxation I need right here with you... It's always a good de-stresser after a long day at work... How about we just keep relaxing now? - he closed his eyes and hugged her.

- So you're tired after giving me so much pleasure? I knew it! You need rest, my lover. Let's get some sleep. But first, please get off me, you're heavy - she laughed and kissed his forehead.

- Sorry, sweetie... you're right, I do need some rest... and I can tell I'll sleep like a baby because of this...

He slowly moves away from her and lays down next to her. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply.

- I love you, Mr Zabel.

- I love you too, my dear.