#IF he did talk with us. do you think he'd be all “i have throughly enjoyed this ritual. we shall gather once more in this land with haste”

[moonchild-in-blue]

Random thought I had last night. Genuinely think they're both equally outlandish - which is just ridiculous in itself if you think about it.

#ngl i think him wearing a shirt might be the most shocking thing he could do #lifting weights? shoving his tongue on the homies' throats? absolutely normal 👍 #a SHIRT?? a piece of garment covering his chest and tummy???? actual normal clothing???? no. absolutely not #but also. imagine he just says “hello” OMG i would flip #i'm not counting that small “thank you” on Wembley because those were exceptional circumstances #i mean a regular ritual were nothing bad happens. and he just decides to be verbal for once and go :::) hello 👋 #dew yew loike that? fancy seein' you 'ere #i don't know why i'm giving him a cockney accent. i know he talks more southern and posh but that's just funny #IF he did talk with us. do you think he'd be all “i have throughly enjoyed this ritual. we shall gather once more in this land with haste” #or he'd go full “yo yeah that's chill dawg” #be all “would you look at iii that wanker. that's my mate right there” #lmao idk what i'm saying. if this has a million typos IGNORE IT cus i'm writing this before bed and queuing for the morning #sleep token

[readychilledwine]

Rhys w a small reader with a big mouth?

Little Girl, Big Mouth

Rhys with a mouthy reader headcanons

Warnings - implied smut, reader could be seen as trashy but Rhys loves it

A/n - This anon actually came from an IRL friend. She texted me about it, and I had her clarify if she meant a gossip or big mouth as in a girl who is prone to talking shit and fighting. It was talking shit and fighting, so thanks, Sammie 💕💕

Ps- I will figure out what your username is 👀 but you're very sweet for doing this the way the rest of my followers do instead of just texting me first😭

You aren't a doormat. He refuses to let you be seen as one. Even if that means you get into a verbal argument here and there.

Those verbal arguments have gotten physical.

My baby daddy always tells me not to write a check he can't cash (if you don't know what that means, it means don't start a fight that he can't finsh.) You don't have that problem with Rhysand.

If you stand, mouth firing off insults as someone else is, he will stand too. Ride or die, he won't let you fight without him.

And that is if the man isn’t already behind you, warning the male standing over you without even having to speak that if he lays a hand on you or speaks out of line, he will be finding out why Rhysand is proud to be half illyrian.

You do know time and place, but if someone insults your male, your family, or your court first, all bets are off.

Your mouth is equal opportunity. High fae, lower, male, female, high lord? You don't care. All bets are off the table with you. No one is safe.

Beron? Constantly roasting him. Asking him if beating his wife helps him feel like a real male. Keir? Verbally torn apart. How pathetic he must be to think he has some pull when he lost out on being high lord.

Hell, illyrian males aren't even safe from you. Not when three immediately are behind you the second they feel your mood change.

And it isn't that you can't fight. You are well trained and can more than hold your own. He just prefers you let him.

He's only held you back once. It was from Amren, and he hardly caught you in time before you jumped on her.

Cassian was disappointed. He wanted to watch two tiny females wrestle it out. He said it would be better if pretty lacy outfits were involved, but he was ready to settle for you in your dress and Amren in her two piece outfit.

Rhys did not stop you, nor Amren, from tackling Cassian for that comment.

He will throw you over his shoulder, ignoring you as you scream for him to put you down while still running your mouth as you're carried out of the room. But only if family is involved.

Mother knows they are no exception. You all get on each other's nerves from time to time. Besides Azriel. You could never fight Azriel.

Rhys loves it. He loves how spicy you are. He loves how much fight and sass you have. He loves how it's always to people who are mean.

He does love fighting for you as well. Sometimes, he asks you to pick fights when it's someone he has been itching to get his hands on.

He rewards you throughly when you oblige him.

"Where's that big mouth now, darling?" While your back is arched off the bed, and your mind is just a haze. "Thought you had so much to say earlier."

He loves making his girl with so much to say and so many opinions go dumb for him.

He loves it when all you can think to say is his name and barely thrown together words.

He loves putting your mouth to other uses if you start in on him, too.

He'd keep you tucked under his desk for hours, putting your mouth towards something actually useful if you two fight.

And that's rare. Your opinions are normally shared and mutual. It's why you two work. Otherwise, you would be constantly at each other's throats with how vocally dominant you both like to be.

Overall, he'd change nothing about how sassy you can be. He loves you as is. Even if it means you bandaging his hands after a trip to Illyria.

#elizabeths.updates #send asks #send anons #acotar x reader #rhys headcanons #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand acotar #rhysand x you #rhysand x y/n #rhys x you #rhys x y/n #rhysand headcanons

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Theories based on leaks abounding, so avoid if you don't want em, but I'm throwing my own wwdits finale theory/ideas into the pot bc I might as well

Regarding the season finale, 'Memories'

The most popular take I've seen around here is that Nandor's gonna lose his memories — either through a djinn wish or that tantalising foreshadowing about the Guide losing her memories for hooking up with a slayer. And I would love that, but you know what I'd love even more?

Guillermo losing his memories

Now hear me out!

So far this season, Nandor is getting it rubbed in his fucking face that Guillermo is important to him and that he might've missed his chance with him. Guillermo isn't rising to his jealousy bait, isn't taking up offers to see his magically enhanced dick (this fucking show), is dividing his attention to look after baby Colin and talk to his long distance secret boyfriend and presumably do Nadja's accounting (for whatever shady ass reason lmao).

Guillermo is, largely, operating as an independent person who spends time with Nandor and helps him, but doesn't need him or even technically work for him. Nandor, conversely, needs Guillermo a lot, or at the very least wants him around. He wants his help, his advice, he wants his attention. Even if he still hasn't actually consciously clocked that he has feelings for Guillermo and that his ex-familiar is the love he's been looking for, he knows that he wants Guillermo's attention and affection and time, and he's getting it but it's no longer undivided, and I think that bothers him more than he'd admit — partly bc yknow, classic Nandor abandonment issues, but also because whatever Nandor does, it all comes back to Guillermo.

And now on top of just having this strange sense of jealousy about Guillermo having other things/people in his life taking his attention, and this odd sense of discontent with his wife-to-be who is perfect on paper but still not quite clicking for reasons he can't name; on top of all that he now has to think of Guillermo during sex, too! (unless the djinn didn't actually curse him and he's just using that as an excuse for thoughts he was having anyway, of course xD)

I think as the season goes by and we get more and more ridiculous scenarios that emphasise just how throughly gone for Guillermo Nandor is, and how he needs Guillermo far more than Guillermo needs him, he's gonna get frustrated and angry and hurt. And I think it could all come to a head with a fight with Guillermo where he lashes out and wishes that he'd never welcomed him into his home, never scooped him up from that Panera Bread.

Cue Djinn.

Of course, for angst reasons, this is Nandor's last wish and he can't undo it. Which brings us to the final episode, Memories. And the reasons I adore this concept of a memory wiped Guillermo even more than Nandor are:

A) it's a culmination of this Nandor Pining era we're in. Guillermo desperately trying to make Nandor remember has angst and cuteness potential too especially in regards to like, how Nandor's feelings for Guillermo might differ if this time they didn't meet in a master-servant capacity, but also a risk of retreading ground we've already explored in things like 'The Wellness Center'. Putting Guillermo once again in the role of pursuer is a bit familiar and a bit of a step back after all his recent growth, but totally flipping their old dynamic on it's head by having Nandor be the one desperately trying to win the trust and affection of this memory-wiped Guillermo, who mostly sees this weird guy bugging him as a pushy nuisance? I'm here for it.

B) "From Panera Bread you came, and to Panera Bread you will return once again!" is now foreshadowing

C) MANY things they could do with memory-wiped Guillermo. Is he now meek and self-conscious with no self esteem again, because he earned that confidence through his trials and tribulations in the vampires' world? Did he grow in confidence a different way and now he's actually *gasp* well-adjusted? Does he SEEM well adjusted but actually under his polite every day Panera Bread manager facade he's still got something deeply fucked going on? So many great possibilities, either for exploring how he could've turned out different under different circumstances, or for showcasing just how far he's come over these 12 years and 4 seasons by showing us where he started.

D) Everyone's attempts to bring Guillermo home would just be such a beautiful way to show how he's actually wormed his way into the hearts and lives of these vampires. I mean for a fucking start, he is literally helping to raise Baby Colin Robinson this season. I think if I saw Colin talking to this man who doesn't remember him about his uncle Memo who always supported him no matter what, my lungs would cave in. And much in the same vein of Laszlo's "that would be a humiliating end for you" to Nandor, I can see him talking to shy, unassuming Panera Guillermo all serious and solemn, lamenting the man he once was and could be again if he'd just remember, damn you. And as for Nadja we'll that leads us onto point:

E) This whole situation would almost directly parallel Nadja's season one plot with Gregor/Jeff. She sees Nandor, her friend who's heartbreaks she's always found upsetting and tried to prevent (see 'Gail'), and sees him helplessly yearning for a man who might've loved him in a past life, but now doesn't remember who he is. Lbr, that's gonna hit close to home. Especially if we go with the new Guillermo is back to being a self-conscious pushover idea, after once being a man strong and deadly enough to be a bodyguard to fucking vampires, because that's exactly what happened with her warrior love Gregor becoming Jeff. I just think this parallel could open up some fucking incredible conversations between her and Nandor and memory-wiped Guillermo.

Obviously, this wouldn't address all the things we've had brought up this season, like the new Forbidden Romance angle, and this probably isn't gonna happen. But I love it and I may just have to try and write it sometime if I have the time and energy.

If anyone loses their memory, though, whoever is is, I hope one of the ways their friends try to bring it back is by making them watch the documentary footage.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #Nandermo #wwdits spoilers #wwdits leaks #fan theory #mr. bees speaks #Long post

[aethersarchive]

Bonfire

Prompts: none

Characters: all of them.

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Tex didn't like having people in his home. He didn't like having people actually see who he was- to know that there was someone behind the had and mask that often adorned his face. But this was different. These people weren't just anybody. These people had gone through hell with each other, for each other. So it didn't make him uncomfortable to invite everyone to his home, setting up a bonfire on his farm.

He'd called Dian first, knowing the invite would quickly go to Kai and Kyren, and asked if Kai would let Bellamy and Shay know. Sawyer was excited, waiting by the door for everyone to show up. He loved the people around him, enjoyed hanging out around all his uncle's. Being the youngest didn't deter him any from interacting, despite how shy and withdrawn he was when he first came to live with Tex.

As soon as Dian walked through the door, Sawyer tackled him into a hug, giggling as Dian quickly caught him, ticking his sides. He couldn't help the grin that formed on his face at the little boys laughter, laughing along with Sawyer.

Sawyer had easily adopted Dianthus and Kai as his uncle's, and she slowly come to think of Kyren as an other brother. He was just slowly adding to his family, picking who he wanted. He was happy that way, and no one else had a problem with it.

Tex recruited Kai and Dianthus to help collect the wood for the bonfire, giving them something to do as they waited on the rest to join them. It didn't take too long, and before they knew it, the words most functionally disfunctional family sat around a fire, having a good time. These moments were rare, but Dianthus cherished them all that he could.

Dian sat on the ground, his head leaned against kais leg, watching Sawyer and Kyren interact. Kagero and Bellamy sat on opposite sides of them, leaving Tex to sit by the girls. Somehow, they'd managed to rope him into whatever gossip they were sharing, and it appeared he was throughly invested.

Dian felt Kais hand start to run through his hair, and he smiled contently, for once at peace with the buzzing energy around him.

"'Hey Dian?"

Dian hummed, looking up to the southern man.

"You remember when we first met? You got scared shitless by that rattler?"

Tex had a grin that nearly took up his whole face. It was rare to see Texs face, but even rare to actually see any form of a smile on it.

"It wasn't the snake that scared me, it was your big ass."

Dian laughed, watching Tex feign offense.

"Don't get talkin' about my ass now."

And there started the long night of stories being told, one trying to embarrass the other, or just calling back to the few rare good days they all had.

"When I was little, I used to hide behind the door in the lab, and wait on one of the doctors to come in. When they did, I'd jump, grabbing their legs, and they'd scream bloody murder."

Dian didn't talk alot about his childhood for obvious reasons. Hydra had stolen it from him, and instead put him through hell.

"I used to hide in the cabinets, and when theyd panick about not finding me, and rush out the room, I'd climb out and sit on the table and look at em like they were crazy."

Kagero shared his own story in return, having come from similar backgrounds to both Dian and Kyren. His was slightly different, but they could all relate to each others pain none the less.

Depsite the roughness of each of them, the mood never dampened. It was them, and the little family they had created amongst each other. Here, in this very moment, they were comfortable. They were safe. They didn't worry about any threats. They didn't worry about what tomorrow would bring, because no matter what- they'd never have to go at it alone. It was them versus the world, and they were okay with that.

Once the fire had started dying, Sawyer had climbed into his father's lap, slowly falling asleep against the man's chest. Dian had long since been asleep. Kai playing his hair put him out the second people stopped interacting with him.

"I think it's bedtime."

Tex chuckled at the sleeping child and man, ignoring the sense of pride that came with knowing that Dian felt comfortable enough around him- and and around everyone else- to fall asleep.

"Feel free to crash here, y'all. Plenty of room."

They all knew that already, but Tex couldn't help but make sure everybody felt welcomed. He carefully stood so he could carry his son to bed, letting everyone else head in on their own accord. Dian woke as shifted, and he looked up at the other man.

Bellamy had already gotten the girls to head inside, him following behind, so Dian knew it was their turn. Before he'd fall back asleep, he'd make sure Kyren was settled and alright, before he'd even consider relaxing himself. But Kyren just grinned, telling him goodnight, and sending him back to Kai with no issue. Dianthus wasn't about to complain, he was tired, and couldn't sleep without some form of contact with the other man.

#aethers writing

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏 (𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥! 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞/ 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟓𝐊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞����, 𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬

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Taking the milkshake glasses off the counter and making sure the space was throughly wiped down and sanitized, San's eyes looked up when the familiar midnight blue Nissan sedan, whose model he'd never given a damn to memorize, parked in front of the restaurant, signaling the arrival of the person working the closing shift that day. His heart practically somersaulted when he caught glimpse of the soft, silky [insert color] hair stepping out of the vehicle, the owner such pretty hair owning an equally beautiful face. While his heart pounded, his stomach turned sick when he saw the driver come out as well, going over to where she was, whispering a goodbye in her ear. To anyone passing by, it'd look like a normal couple, a boyfriend bringing his girlfriend to work and giving her a kiss, no doubt promising to pick her up later.

But San knew better.

His eyes always caught on to the way she stepped back slightly, her arm folding across her body when his hand reached out to caress it, his fingers no doubt gripping down harshly on her skin. She didn't kiss him back, she just allowed him to place his lips momentarily on hers before patting her cheek lightly with his palm and soon going back to his vehicle and driving away. He watched her take a deep breath before she felt ready to go inside and start her shift.

"Hey Y/N!" He did his usual friendly and warm way of greeting her, his smiling eyes and dimples putting a genuine smile on her own somber countenance.

"Hi San. How's it been?" She inquired as she punched her number in.

Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed.

"Same as almost every Wednesday. Dead, boring and mostly the regulars or just travelers."

She shook her head, already mentalizing herself that it'd be another day spent cleaning what's already clean and over stocking the merchant just to pass time. She went inside the office to put on her uniform shirt and apron. San in no way ever peeked in to see her cause he was a pervert, he respected her and would never allow himself to think of any inappropriate scenarios involving her. However, he would always sneak a tiny glance every now and then for one particular reason. Tilting his head slightly so he could see through the tiny cracked door, he watched her take off her denim jacket and felt his grip tighten on the glass cup he was currently drying when he spotted some purple blotches on her bicep. He immediately looked away as he did not want to get angry in front of her. He hastily put the cup back in the shelf under the counter, throwing the rag onto the marble counter in a rather aggressive manner.

"Ok San, tell me what needs to be finished."

Coming out in full uniform and hair held up with her usual choice of a colored scrunchie, this day choosing yellow, Y/N looked at her coworker and waited for him to give her a task.

"Nothing really except wait on customers. I already stocked the fridge and pulled out the stuff needed from the freezer."

He was always doing that, doing not only his side workload but also hers, which more often than not had her pouting at him.

"So I'll just be bored to death?" She huffed.

Chuckling, San stepped closer to her, making sure to keep an elbow distance from her, knowing she tended to get apprehensive when someone came to close to her than she was comfortable with.

"Not really. There's plenty of things to amuse yourself with. Besides.......maybe now you won't hurt yourself so much from lifting heavy objects..."

His tone lowered involuntarily at that last part. He knew very well the bruises weren't cause she'd accidentally hit herself on the railings in the back because she lost her balance carrying stuff in and out of the freezer. She herself tensed up a little at his words.

"Oh right......heh.....clumsy me right?" She tried to plaster an unfazed smile on her face, only succeeding about halfway.

Unable to control his movements, San's hand reached out to tuck some of the hair slipping out of her ponytail behind her ear. It hurt him to no end when she flinched slightly at his movement, he could feel her tensing up when his fingers made contact with her temple. As he squinted his eyes, he could make out the uneven patch of concealer and powder on the area close to her hairline, a tiny hue of reddish purple peeking slightly through. She relaxed when he finally retreated his hand.

"Just try to be careful and take care of yourself. I don't like seeing you get hurt."

She probably didn't know, or maybe she did, he was painfully obvious when it came to her, that he meant what he said in more ways than one.

"You too....see you San."

Once more, he held himself back from blurting out everything that was kept in his chest, instead opting for giving her a farewell and going out to the parking lot to get inside his red 1989 Ford f150 and drive over to his friend's house, the bunch of them waiting for him to complete his shift and come over to their place.

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"Aish seriously San, just forget about her. Plenty of fish in the sea." One of the pair of giants told him as he chugged back the remnants in his bottle.

"And you have a lot of fish waiting for you to reel in your rod so they can bite right in." His friend sitting next to him wiggled his eyebrows at him.

"Stop you guys." San pushed the blonde away.

"Mingi and Wooyoung are right though San. You have girls and guys lined up all willing to drop their pants for you at anytime. Lucky bastard." Yunho, the other half of the giant squad chuckled lowly.

"I don't want any of them though... you guys don't understand." San looked down at the floor.

The other blonde haired male in the room, Yeosang, rolled his eyes at him, unable to understand his infatuation for the girl.

"You've been pining for her since high school. When are you going to let her go? She chose and still chooses to this day Lee Taeyong."

Slamming his fist on the table, San angrily looked at him.

"Don't fucking mention that asshole's name near me!"

Everyone grew quiet, the members who were bordering on getting tipsy suddenly sobering completely up as if there was absolutely no drop of alcohol in their system. San was usually a very friendly and sweet person, but he was also sensitive and emotional, and lately he'd manifest it through anger and rage, and it was truly terrifying to them. But they knew he had reasons for lashing out like that. They knew his hatred for Taeyong, not just for being able to score the girl he'd been in love with for ages, San would have stayed content and wholeheartedly happy had she'd been loved and cared for like she deserved to be. But instead, he had to watch as she was constantly belittled and sometimes shoved hardly into the ground, landing her scraped knees or bruised palms. He could only imagine what went on behind closed doors.

"San......you have to accept reality, all of us do whether we like it or not. Her friends aren't blind to what's happening to her. Teacher's at university aren't either, they've all tried approaching her about it.....she won't listen to anyone." Yunho decided to finally say what everyone was thinking.

"She doesn't deserve it! It's toxic and sick!" He cried out in desperation.

"But ultimately it's her choice........ you can't force her to get help or leave if she doesn't want to. She's been with him for years."

Unwilling to hear anymore, San quickly picked up his leather jacket and stormed out the house. He drove the streets like a mad man, his fist hitting the steering wheel every time he stopped at a red light. He would have continued his angry drive back to his place had he not spotted an all too familiar denim jacket walking on the road. Slowing down the truck, he pulled closer to the right side and stopped right in front of the figure trembling in the cold night air.

"Y/N?" He rolled down his window so she wouldn't be startled by some stranger suddenly pulling up next to her.

"Oh! Hey San!" She said through chattering teeth.

"You're walking home all alone?" He could not believe this.

"Uh....yeah! My boyfriend got caught up at work....didn't want to bother him so I'm walking home...it's not that far!" She tried to sound reassuring, but he could see right through her.

"You want a ride?" He offered.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it'd be a good idea or not.

"Hey it's ok. I'm not going to kidnap you or anything. I'll just drive you straight home. We don't even have to talk if you don't want. Just you, me and some old jams playing on the radio all right?"

Unable to resist that dimple smile that always made her feel fuzzy inside, she allowed him to open the door for her from the inside. After giving him her address, she found he stayed true to his word and just drove in silence the entire time. She was kinda thankful for it. She was tired after her shift, exhausted from walking and from how late it was, and more than anything, she felt like she was going to spill tears any minute if she even got out a single word. She felt worn out, her head resting on the window, eyes opening and closing as tiredness began to overtake her. She only awoke when she felt a light hand caress her cheek. In other circumstances, she would have immediately swatted the hand away and pushed the face near her own as far away as possible. But she didn't do that, she felt strangely safe and protected by the male next to her as he brushed some hair off her face.

"We're here. Safe and sound just like I promised."

Safe.........

For some reason she felt anything but safe as she looked at the house in front of her.

"Thanks San." She smiled weakly at him as she began taking off her seat belt.

"Call me if you ever need a ride. I mean it. I don't want you catching a cold...or-or worse..." He admitted.

"Thank you, really. Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."

She took slow steps to the front door, San didn't drive away until he confirmed she was inside. With a heavy heart, he drove away back to his place, unaware that the girl he dropped off was watching through the peephole his departure, still staying there moments after he had disappeared from sight. She sighed despondently as she dropped her bag onto the floor, slumping her body onto the couch as it was useless to try to go sleep in the bedroom given the pornographic moans and thumping noises coming from inside it. Wouldn't be the first or last time she came home to such sounds. She simply curled up into a fetus position, falling asleep in the usual way:

Tears falling out of the corners of her eyes.

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"What do you mean she's not coming?"

San nervously gulped as his boss told him Y/N's boyfriend called to say she had a little accident and couldn't go in that day. He knew it was bullshit and he was going to find out what really happened. After going to classes the next day, he actively searched around campus for any signs of her or Taeyong. After asking around, a girl motioned to the football field, saying that's where they'd often go to at times. San squinted his eyes as he looked all over for them, finally spotting them near the bleachers. His fist tightened as he watched Taeyong once again put his filthy hands on Y/N, shoving her to the ground, making her land face first, her palms outstretched and scraping against the grass under her. He watched as Taeyong simply walked away, leaving her there, not caring about if she was seriously injured or not. Unable to hide any longer, San sauntered over to her, his arms picking her up from the ground.

"Y/N it's me!"

He didn't mean to shout at her, but having her scream and cover her head protectively gave him no other option. He nearly began crying himself when she lifted her head, her eyes full of fear and panic.

"Oh! It's you San! Sorry for that!"

As she stood up, she began dusting the dirt off, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle. Faking a smile, she giggled nervously.

"Clumsy me again, tripping on some-"

"Y/N stop lying to yourself. I saw everything."

Her face darkened at his words, her eyes becoming glued to the floor as she avoided his gaze like she did the others. She hated seeing their pitiful stares and shameful eyes, she believed San probably had the same look as well. She couldn't be more wrong as his eyes just looked at her in despair and agony.

"Why? Why do you put up with it? Why do you stay with him? Why do you torture yourself like this?.....

Why do you love him?"

He asked that last question more to himself than her. Y/N crossed her right arm over her chest, her hand clutching her left bicep as she gently massaged the muscle there. San knew it was the same bruised arm he had seen a few days ago, it was probably even more battered up than the last time he saw it.

"I can't......I don't know....."

Seeing her struggling to form words, San opted for gently hovering his hands around her, maneuvering and ushering her to sit on the bleachers without ever laying a single finger on her. Opening his backpack, he took out the mini first aid kit his older friend, Seonghwa, had given him, actually deciding to put it to use for once.

"I'm going to clean these scrapes ok?"

He looked at her and waited til she gave him permission to touch her. She did not flinch away at all when he began wiping off the dirt and blood accumulated on her knee or hands, only momentarily when he applied the disinfectant spray on her wounds.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine.......I'm used to hurting...." She finally admitted.

He wanted to speak up again, but found it hard to find the right words. He focused on applying ointment on her wounds and bandaging them up nicely.

"How long has he pushed you around?" He needed to know.

"Started 3 months after we became official.....but even before that, he'd often tease me and what not........ it doesn't hurt ....." She lied once more.

"The Y/N I knew never lied even to save her life. Sad how someone like him managed to change that." He finished wrapping the gauze around her knee.

"I haven't changed at-"

"Yes you have." He interrupted once again.

"The Y/N from then was a cheerful, happy ray of sunshine known for her bubbly personality and kindness to others. She loved going out with friends and hated staying indoors for too long. She was always honest and ready to help anyone in need, especially cute abandoned animals, she was a real softie for them."

She chuckled softly at his words, not denying any of it.

"I still am soft for them." She corrected him.

"But you're no longer happy. You're sad, somber and being in pain all because of an asshole who doesn't deserve you.......he doesn't deserve your love."

Although she heard him and wanted to believe his words, her mind blocked out such reasoning.

"But he does love me.......he swears it....every time it happens, he apologizes and promises-"

"It's all lies Y/N! He doesn't love you! If he loved you he wouldn't hurt you physically and emotionally. He wouldn't be the reason why you're only a shell of the person you used to be. He doesn't love you and he'll never love you..."

She let his words sink, trying to digest what he was saying.

"I know because I've loved you for so long and I'd never even think about putting you through half of what he has."

She whipped her head up at his words, seeing the earnest and emotion in his eyes as he finally confessed what was in his heart.

"San......" She was left speechless.

He teared up, scoffing at himself as a dry smile formed on his face.

"You have no idea how much it hurts seeing you be in pain and not able to do anything about it. Having you flinch at my touch when all I want is to comfort and hold you."

Without thinking, he cupped her cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears that began falling down her eyes.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself Y/N. You can't spend the rest of your life living in fear and chained to someone who just wants to make you suffer. You can't allow someone to take away your joy and peace of mind. You shouldn't be afraid to be free and enjoy life. You deserve to be happy and loved."

He used his last bit of self control he had and stopped himself when he leaned his face too close to hers, his nose brushing against hers, expecting her to shiver away from his touch, but instead she seemed to wait for his next move. Knowing he'd never forgive himself for it, he pulled back, leaving her disappointed and himself in agony.

"Please take care..."

Taking off his leather jacket, he placed it on her back, fanning out the sleeves so it'd cover her shoulders. Then he turned around and began walking away from her, shoulders slumped down and heart aching to go back and just take her away for good. But he resolved himself not to. Not until she specifically asked him to.

When Y/N finally got back to her place, Taeyong wasn't there. He was probably spending the night at one of his side chick's place, no doubt getting buzzed and high out of his mind. Her soft bed no longer comforted her, so instead she slid down and sat on the floor, hugging her knees and occasionally running a finger through the fabric of San's jacket. His scent was still on it and every time she inhaled it, it had a soothing and calming effect on her mind and heart that soon helped her tense body relax until she felt sleepy. It took a lot of effort, but she climbed into her bed, not bothering to cover herself with the blanket or change into more comfortable and less confining clothes.

San's jacket was the only comforting thing at that moment......

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Nudging him with his elbow, Yeosang whispered to the male next to him the presence of the girl that was slowly approaching them. Always reacting to anything related to her, San turned his head and smiled softly when he saw Y/N walking up to him.

"Hey." He greeted her.

"Hi.....I came to return this. Thanks for letting me borrow it." She held out his leather jacket, neatly folded and visible clean.

"Oh Y/N, you really didn't need to go that far." San became shy at her gesture, and worried about if she washed it cause he had forgotten to and it disgusted her.

"Don't say that. It's the least I can do for all you've done..."

She looked up at his eyes as she said that, her heart fluttering when he rested his hand on top of hers when he tried to take back his treasured article of clothing, letting it stay there for a moment, his fingers giving her hand a light squeeze. His friend behind him looked back and forth between the both of them, confused by what was going on and internally gagging at their mushy scene.

"I wanted to say thank-"

"Y/N!"

The voice calling out for her roared in her ears, sending her into a panic mode as she pulled away immediately from his physical contact. San noticed the way her body tensed up and her eyes became afraid. His own eyes narrowed at the icy blue haired man strutting up to them, a chilling smile on his manga like visuals.

"Hey baby, I've been looking all over for you. What were you doing?" He asked in a concerning tone, face bearing down on hers rather uncomfortably.

"I- I was j-just giving San back this.." She stammered as she gestured to the jacket in her hand.

Letting out a barely audible scoff, Taeyong gripped the jacket, prying it off her delicate fingers before tossing it back to San.

"Thanks bud."

San glared at him, resisting the urge to throw a punch to his face. Seeing him unresponsive, Taeyong just shrugged and suspiciously wrapped an arm around Y/N.

"Come on babe. Let's go back home."

His fingers dug into her skin, applying very painful pressure to her bruise, an occasional whimper coming out of her mouth as they walked across the football field. San's jaw tightened as he watched Taeyong lean in and whispered something in her ear, no doubt some degrading words judging by the way she cowered beneath him.

"San just let it go." Yeosang's voice said.

"I can't Yeosang. Every time I see him even breathe near her.......I feel like combusting." He grunted in frustration as his friend tried to calm him down.

"Taeyong, please stop. It really hurts." Y/N cried out, her fingers prying his hand off her aching arm.

"Shut up you little bitch. How dare you go talk to that punk? Making me look bad and having me talk to that low life." He cringed in disgust.

"I was only thanking him for lending me-"

"So what? Were you going to lend yourself to him too? Is that what you were going over to him for?"

She instantly shook her head.

"What?! No!"

"Yeah right. I bet you already whored yourself out to him...didn't you?!"

Not caring that there was still people nearby, Taeyong harshly yanked her by her hair before tossing her onto the ground, catching the attention of everyone around, including San and Yeosang.

"Fucking whore." He spat at her.

"Don't." Yeosang held his hand out when he saw San taking a step forward.

"But I can't-"

Yeosang kept an arm around him to keep him in place.

"Don't get involved. You'll only make things worse."

San looked back at the scene, his heart breaking seeing Y/N once again on the floor, trembling like a frightened kitten who had no protection. When she looked up, he saw tears already brimming down her face.

"Get up. We're going home." Taeyong sternly commanded, turning to walk away as usual.

"No."

He stopped dead in his tracks at her refusal.

"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Not knowing how or where she got the strength from, Y/N got up and faced him with determination.

"I've finally had enough."

Both San and Yeosang were shocked at hearing her words, one of them more incredulous than anything and the other proud of her for finally standing up for herself. Taeyong too was put out of sorts seeing her be so bold.

"Haha, real funny baby. Now let's go home." He walked closer to her, reaching out to yank her arm, but she slapped it away.

"No! I told you! I've had it! It's over!" She declared.

Sensing he was really losing his power and control over her, Taeyong lunged at her, fist held up in the air.

"Listen here you-"

Y/N covered her face, stepping back when he came close to her. She opened her eyes and uncovered herself when she felt someone suddenly step in front of her, their hand blocking Taeyong's fist from even approaching her.

"Stay out of this Choi." Taeyong grunted.

"She told you it's over Taeyong."

San easily pushed him away single handedly, making him stumble backwards.

"Now leave and never bother her again."

Not giving up yet, Taeyong looked back at Y/N menacingly.

"And do tell me Y/N? If it's over, where are you going to live now?" He taunted her.

Realizing he was right, she almost felt defeated until San spoke up again.

"She's going to live with me." He firmly answered.

"I fucking knew it. You were being a whore with him."

Unable to hold himself back anymore, San swung hard, fist colliding with Taeyong's face, sending him falling down against the floor. Y/N covered her mouth as she gasped sharply when San picked Taeyong back up from his collar, shaking him fiercely.

"Call her that one more time! I dare you to!" He warned him as he got ready to take another swing.

"San stop!" He felt Yeosang intervene once again, holding his elbow with his hands.

"Yeosang! Just let me-"

"Stop for Y/N's sake, she's already seen and lived enough violence, I really don't think she needs to see any more." Yeosang tilted his head to the Y/N who had already began backing as far away as possible.

Realizing his friend was right, San begrudgingly let go of his most hated rival.

"Try to come near her again and I will end you."

With those final words, he went over to where Y/N was, his face softening up when he looked at her. He held out his hand to her and waited for her response. He felt happy when she finally reached out and allowed him to guide her out to the parking lot, and thankful that he decided to park somewhere where there weren't a lot of people.

"You all right?" He finally spoke up when they were finally inside his truck

"Uh...yeah...actually...I'm fine.... can you believe I actually did it?"

Although she sounded enthusiastic, he heard the crack in her voice and her nervous laughter wasn't helping her case. Instead of turning the car on, he shifted to his right to look at her. He watched as the smile left her face, her fidgeting hands suddenly shake uncontrollably and her laughter suddenly turned to her hyperventilating. Knowing what was happening, San immediately pulled her into an embrace for the very first time in his life, holding her tightly, hands running through her hair as she began breaking down, sobbing violently, finally releasing all the pent up pain and suffering she had been bottling up for years.

San himself wanted to cry, but he didn't for her sake. He just let her cry her eyes out. It took a little over 10 minutes, but finally she started to calm down.

"Thank you....for everything."

Kissing her forehead, he poked her nose and smiled at her.

"Don't mention it. Let's get you somewhere warm now."

He made sure to play soothing music for her on the ride to his house. He noticed how once again she was drifting off to sleep and simply allowed her rest, knowing she was probably exhausted not only from crying so much but also from standing up to her abusive ex boyfriend moments ago. That certainly took a lot of energy and strength from her part and he was proud of her.

It was already dark when they got home, the brooding and cloudy day shortening the daylight and making it night at such an early hour. San gently picked up Y/N and got her out of the car, carrying her sleeping figure bridal style inside his house. It was small, but at least it was cozy and would be safe for her. Peeling back the covers from his bed, he carefully laid her down on it before tucking her in. When he made sure she'd be comfortable, he turned to leave the room, deciding it'd be better for him to sleep on the couch, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or have her freak out. He barely got to the door when he heard a tiny and hushed whisper of his name.

"San?"

He immediately looked over to see what she needed.

"Could.....could you please sleep by my side?.... I'd feel more safe that way..."

She didn't want to admit it right then, but it had been so long since she'd slept in someone's arms and she really craved physical affection from him. Happy to oblige, San went over and got into bed with her.

"Are you going to be ok if I wrap my arm around you?" He asked for permission first.

"Please just hold me." She begged as she cuddled up next to him, her face burying inside his chest.

He wasted no time in throwing his arm around her, his delicate fingers drawing soothing circles on her arm.

"Don't be afraid. You're safe now and you're going to be all right. I'm here and I'll protect you."

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More than a year passed. It was a long and arduous process. At first Y/N didn't want to go through it, but San kept insisting she get therapy. After promising to accompany her and staying by her, she finally gave up and started seeing a psychologist. It wasn't easy, for neither of them. It was painful for her to finally speak up about all the abuse she endured for years and it was equally torturous for San to hear the rest of the untold story. It truly sickened him that one day he nearly busted Taeyong's face when he met him outside the school, but was ultimately held back once more by one of his friends. Besides his main priority was helping Y/N, helping her to properly function again and to bring a little more joy into her life, even going out to adopt a cat for her, naming her Byeol. She became their cute little baby, even if she was a total, well, cat at times and didn't want to cuddle.

"That's ok. I know a cat willing to cuddle me." Y/N chuckled.

San looked around confused.

"Wait! You got another cat? Where is- Oh! You meant me." He blushed hard when she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body next to his as she snuggled next to him on the couch.

San did not hope for and did not expect Y/N to ever return his feelings, he was satisfied with her just being out of that horrible situation and being able to help her. Never did he dream she'd ever accept to be his and especially not ever cross his mind that he'd ever be able to actually claim her as his own.

But here she was, looking so beautiful underneath his body, wearing nothing but his leather jacket as he rolled his hips against hers. His fingers were laced with hers as his lips pulled apart from hers so he could look at her.

"Fuck...you're so damn pretty."

He leaned back in to place open mouth kisses on her jaw that traveled down to her neck. Although he nibbled occasionally, he made sure not to leave any marks on her soft and delicate skin.

"San...." She breathed out heavily, her hands breaking from his grasp to run through his black hair, paying close attention to the faded green streaks near his bangs.

"Oh god- please repeat that a little more." He groaned, loving the way she called out his name with such lust.

One of his hands traveled down her sides to cup one of her thighs, lifting her leg so he could hit deeper inside her. Feeling him at a whole new angle had Y/N gripping his muscly arms, her panting now becoming more erratic as she began clenching around him.

"San-" She called out again.

He chuckled slightly, hips snapping up to thrust just a little harder in her.

"Go ahead beautiful. Cum all over me, I want to feel you."

Hearing his low and suddenly husky voice urging her on, she let out a tiny whimper, her legs wrapping around his waist, using it as leverage to ride out her high. Her nails raked themselves into his back, her body pressed as close as it could be against his.

"Oh my god!" He gasped out as he twitched inside of her, his cum coating her walls, leaving her feeling full and complete.

He collapsed on top of her, his labored breathing occasionally resulting in a little choke as he tried to compose himself. When he finally came to, he brushed his lips against her temple.

"I love you so much."

She smiled at him as he adjusted the jacket that enveloped her, a real genuine smile.

"I love you too Sannie."

Giving her a tiny peck, he began sliding the jacket off.

"Let's get you out of this. It's probably too hot to be wearing it anymore."

She huffed and pouted.

"Baby no. I love wearing it. It feels like it's hugging me." She grabbed it and wrapped it around her more tightly.

"You know what else wants to hug you? My arms. So take off the jacket and let me snuggle you love."

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One Shot!!!!

Renee POV

DAMN as soon as I'm about to climax my dream ends and here I am awake in the middle of the night soaking wet in my underwear. I sat up and grabbed the tablet on my nightstand that monitored my two almost three month old son Michael J Jordan on camera. I watched it closely seeing my son breathing and moving a little in his sleep. I was so happy I was finally able to get him to sleep through the night without a fuss or fight.

After watching my son for a minute I put the tablet back on my nightstand and signed to myself. It was pass two in the morning I was in bed alone and my husband Michael was downstairs on the couch probably had the tv watching him like he's been doing for the pass two weeks.

After having our son the doctor said we couldn't participate in sexual intercourse until after six weeks. Being that this was my first time having a baby I wanted to be for sure I was ready and comfortable enough before I had sex again. My body had changed a lot during and after my pregnancy. My breast got bigger, my ass got fatter, my stomach went back to it's normal semi flat size, and my vagina felt like it went back to normal but I didn't know for sure.

I had been holding out on sex with my husband because I felt like I wasn't ready yet. I was kind of afraid that something bad might happen if I rushed to have sex right away. It had been way pass six weeks and I knew this was torture for my husband and for my damn self as well.

Us not having sex was the reason why he was downstairs on the couch in the first place. He said to refrain from me waking up with his dick deep in my guts it was best he slept on the couch. I felt bad because I most of the time couldn't sleep without him holding me. We tried to cuddle about a week ago and he ended up putting a pillow between his legs because his dick was standing at attention poking me in my ass a bit. I was turned on at the feeling but restrained myself.

This was really hard for us. He walked around the house with his biceps and chest out most of the time and his dick swinging in his basketball shorts or grey sweatpants making me wet and hot all over. He was a tease but he wasn't doing it purposely. I can say I was being a tease at times purposely and not purposely. I couldn't help the fact that I got thicker in the right places and half my wardrobe that used to fit me nice and comfortably now fit tighter than a glove. My v-neck shirts had my breast pressed together and about to pop out making my v-neck turn into a double D-neck. Then my shorts had my ass cheeks hanging out the bottom. Then my jeans I couldn't really get into them. I had to wear sweatpants for comfort which those still had my ass poking out.

Yesterday while I was breastfeeding our son on the bed my hubby came in the room after working out. He had on a grey tank top, grey sweats, and body drenched in sweat turning me on full blast. I was about to remove my son from my boob, gently place him in his room inside his crib, snatch my clothes off, and suck my man dick until it shriveled up like a prune and ride him into another dimension. My son being fed stopped me.

It didn't help that almost every night for the past two weeks I've been having this same dream where me and my husband are having sex and as soon as I'm about to climax I wake up. I wake up soaking in my bottoms and angry.

Saying out loud. "You know what fuck this I can't do this any longer."

I quietly hopped out the bed creeped to our bathroom in our room turned the shower on. I hopped in the shower once my clothes were off and the temperature was hot enough. Then started cleaning my body quickly making sure I got my main body parts cleaned thoroughly. Once I was done in the shower I dried off quick, moisturized myself with my Cocoa butter lotion. Spreading the lotion all over making sure my ass, breast, and bikini area was throughly moisturized. I wet my already curly hair in the shower and towel dried it as quick as possible before throwing it into a messy bun on top of my head. I went to the top dresser drawer grabbed one of his teeshirts out and threw it on. I decided not to put on undergarments because I wanted to give easy access for what probably was about to go down. I gave myself a look in the full length mirror on the closet door satisfied with my look. I checked the tablet to look at my son again to see that he was still asleep before I walked out and headed downstairs.  We had another tablet set up the same way downstairs but I wanted to check while I was still upstairs just incase he happened to be awake. I hoped my son stayed asleep until I or should I say we were finished.

I quietly walked downstairs stopping a couple steps from the bottom peeking to see if my husband was up. The tv was on and I couldn't see any movement from him. I slowly step down the rest of the stairs and creeped my way to one end of the couch. He was laid across the couch with one arm across his face, the other across his body, and his legs stretched out toward the end of the couch where I stood watching over his body. I admired his perfect body as his chest moved up and down as he slept.

I decided to finally stop admiring him and went between him and the coffee table. I bent down on my knees with a pillow down for support and then put my right hand on his basketball shorts gently feeling around until I got to the pot of gold which was his dick. I slowly but gently rub around it for a minute feeling him grow with each rub. When I felt that he was fully standing up at attention I swiftly slid his shorts and boxer down enough to pull his dick out looked at it with hungry eyes before I went to work down on my knees.

I rubbed his dick up and down with one hand before I added my other hand then my mouth. I used moisture from my mouth to get his dick wet making it easy for me to suck up and down on it. He started to stir a bit in his sleep but still didn't wake up. Then he started to moan making me go hard and faster.

"Aww shit baby right there. Go deeper."

When I would bring my mouth back up I'd look at his face to see if he would awake but I seen his sleepy facial expressions for motivation if I was doing it right. Once I took my eyes away from his face to focus back on his dick for a minute I felt a hand on my head moving up and down as my head did. I looked up into his eyes still sucking to see he was awake with a sexy smirk on his face. I was sure he was getting ready to cum so I knew that meant he'd take over before doing that. He never liked me making him cum from head unless he was so into it to want me to stop.

Michael POV

I was having this dream right now of my wife Renee giving me bomb head. This shit felt so real I didn't want to wake up from it in fear of me going back to sleep and not having this dream again. I was going through it without having sex. I had kept count of the days, weeks, hours, minutes, and seconds since she had the baby. The doctor said six weeks until we could have sexual intercourse. I had how long I've been waiting stored in my head like a documented file.

As much as I wanted to make sweet love to my beautiful wife, fuck the hell out of her, rearrange her guts, and everything else I wanted to wait until she was ready. Since she had the baby her body had changed a lot in a good way if you ask me but in her opinion she didn't think so at least not in her center area.

My dick felt like it was about to explode with cum from being deprived of sex. She wasn't making matters any better walking around with her breast sitting up perfectly, ass poking out, and thick thighs. Her clothes didn't fit like they used to after having our son Michael J Jordan. So she wore whatever she could fit in until she would go shopping for a new wardrobe whenever.

My eyes were still closed and without opening them I put my hand on the back of her head moving it up and down as she moved. This shit felt really real I started moaning but kept my eyes closed. I felt like I was about to cum so I had to try and take control. I mistakenly opened my eyes disappointed at myself for doing so but the disappointment quickly left. Once I seen a curly messy bun going up and down. I felt that mouth to skin contact on my dick letting me know this was real and not a dream.

I tried to sit up with her still down there but she wouldn't let up. I had to use my super strength to try and get her to stop before I bust.

Moaning. "Bae let me up I feel like I'm about to bust."

She was still sucking on my dick not listening to what I said. She managed to stop for a second to give me eye contact. I used that opportunity to roughly but gently push her off me. I sat up on the couch and pulled her on top of me so she could fill my hard dick between her legs.

Sly smirks. "You know you done started something right?"

Breathless. "Yeah you want me to finish it?"

She was kissing on my neck and grinding on my dick letting me feel her bare ass. No panties meant easy access for me.

"Nah let daddy finish the job. You gon let me do that for you sexy?"

Moaning. "Yes only if you want to and you do it right."

"Oh trust me I want to. I've been counting down the days like clock work and imma do it right. Question is are you ready for it?"

Renee POV

I just didn't understand the life of me how this man was so damn sexy and could damn near make me cum just by talking or looking at me. I was grinding my hips up against his dick trying to position it in with each grind. He was stopping me from getting it in by having a firm grip on my hips holding me still. I was ready to give it all to him. We waited a good while and it was time to let loose.

"Oh daddy I'm ready for it." Looking deep into his eyes.

"Where you want to start at? Because we going round after round and I ain't letting up until I'm done." Saying with a sexy smirk.

"We can start right here. I wanna take a ride first daddy. I missed the way it feels. Can I do that?" Saying seductively.

"I would say no since you already got first dibs sucking my dick but I'll let you ride because I might not let you get a chance to once I get deep in them guts. I wanna suck on them tittes though while you ride me since our son been taken advantage of them." He laughed a little at his own jealousy towards his son.

"Ok let's quit the talking and more action please."

Authors POV

Renee turned her body a bit still sitting on his lap to turn the tv off with the remote that sat on the coffee table. Michael leaned to one end of the couch then the other to turn the lamps on for lighting. Renee stood up to take her shirt off and let him lift up a bit to slide his shorts and boxers off. She stood in front of him letting him admire her body and she was doing the same to him.

"Damn the pregnancy did wonders to your body wifey."

"Shit you working out a lot lately did more wonders to your body I can't wait until your deep inside me."

"What you waiting for? Hop on." Patting his legs.

Renee closed her eyes right as she slowly hopped on top then slid down. She opened her eyes looking for approval. Michael looked at her with his bottom lip in between his teeth in satisfaction. This help build up Renee's confidence to continue.

She held on to his broad shoulders for balance as she bounced up and down on his dick. Once she felt balanced enough she took her hands off his shoulder and put them in her hair. He held on to both her breast trying to suck both at the same time.

"Hmm you like that daddy?"

"Fuck.... yeah... ride that shit bae."

"I've... wanted to do this... for so long. I'm glad it's... finally happening. You feel so swole inside me baby. Ugh... to think I thought I'd be loose." Saying kind of out of breath.

"Yeah to think that. You fit me like a glove. Enough of that keep riding my shit." Grabbing on to her hips as she continued to ride.

"I wanna try a different position."

She hopped off his dick slightly turning her body around in the reverse cowgirl position. She was sure her legs would probably feel like jello after this ride but she didn't care at all.

As she rode him he had his hands on her ass squeezing her cheeks, smacking them, while also helping guide them up and down. He was so into it he almost forgot about his turn.

While she continued to ride he started thrusting up throwing her off. He put one of his arms around her waste stopping her movement. He used his other hand to lift them up off the couch while he was still inside her.

While they were standing some of Renee's juices dripped down her leg.

Breathless. "Where you taking me daddy?"

"To the kitchen. I wanna bend that sexy ass over the counter while giving you back shots."

"Damn I love the sound of that."

With each step they took he slammed into her. He was going to make this worth while. He waited so long he was willing to do whatever to make it last.

When they got to the kitchen he gently bent her over the counter but roughly pounded in and out of her center from the back. She was on her tippy toes barely holding on to the end of the counter. 

Whining. "Daddy... I.. I feel you in.. my gut."

"I'm glad. I told you I was gon be in them guts." Whispering in her ear.

As soon as he was about to release he pulled out and jerked his dick out on her back. He stepped away to grab something out the refrigerator. Renee took this opportunity to catch her breath and stretch her legs.

They waited so long to do this she knew he wasn't done just yet. As a result of waiting so long he wasn't going to let up he was going to punish her. 

She turned around placing her back to the counter awaiting what he would do next.

Seductively. "What's next daddy?"

Sipping on a bottled water. "I wanna sit that ass on the counter and spread them legs wide and suck and eat on that pretty pussy. I wanna hear you say my name while I'm feasting on that motherfucka."

"Can I have some water first?"

Walking over to where she's standing. "Yeah tilt your head back." Demanding not asking.

She did as she was told taking a few gulps of the cold water. A little bit of the water slid out the corner of her mouth. This made Michael use his tongue to lick it up before it went anywhere else. Renee took that opportunity to grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to kiss him passionately for the first time since they started.

She had both her arms draped around his neck as they continued to kiss. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up on the counter. They pulled away from the kiss to catch their breath. She slid farther back on the counter towards the wall then spread her legs and started fingering herself  because he was taking too long. He went and grabbed a glass bowl and filled it with ice from the dispenser on the fridge.

Moaning. "What's that for?"

"Are you going to let me take care of that?" Ignoring her question looking down at her playing with her clit.

"Yeah if you tell me what you gon do with that ice."

"You'll see."

He pulled her lower body down some and then removed both of her hands from her clit. She sat up some on her elbows to watch what he was doing. He grabbed a ice cube, put it in his mouth placing it in between his lips. He leaned over her body putting his lips by her neck. Then he dragged the ice cube along her neck and chest. She made a hissing sound in satisfaction.

He dragged the ice cube up and down between her breast letting it melt and the water drop down her sides. He put the remainder of the ice cube in his mouth and started sucking on her breast one by one swirling the cube around.

After letting the ice cube dissolve. "You like that mami?"

She couldn't even speak from how satisfied she was. This was the first time they had ever did something like this during sex. They would probably have a hell of a clean up later on but they didn't care right now. Renee nodded her head in approval.

"No words to say huh? I bet I'll have you talking after this though."

He then grabbed another ice cube putting it between his lips again dragging it farther down her body. This made her start to raise up from the coldness on her stomach. Then he started swirling the ice around and inside her belly button.

When he got to her center he put the ice cube in his mouth and blew into her center. He got a hiss and shiver from her. He spit that half melted ice cube in the kitchen sink and grabbed a fresh ice cube. He took that cube dragged it from the top of her clit to the bottom inside her folds and repeated the motion. Her body kept raising and falling and she was shivering from the coldness of the ice cube.

Moaning. "Hsss oh... my.. god it's... so cold.. but it... feels so... good."

He took the ice cube placed it inside her clit. Before he continued he grabbed her wrist with one hand pinning them above her head. With what he was about to do next he knew she'd try to interfere with her hands. So he held her hands as tight as he could before getting back to work.

He started swirling his tongue around the ice cube inside her clit. With her juices and the ice cube it was like his tongue was a big straw swirling around a ice cold drink in a cup. He started swirling his tongue a lot faster once he realized how crazy he was driving her.

At this point it was as if Renee was a machine made of moans. Besides moaning the only words she could say was fuck, shit, and daddy every now and again. Then she started tightening her legs around his head. This made him finally release her hands. She arched her back and leaned her head all the way back and ran her hands through his head.

"Aww fuck... hsss... daddy you.. dri.. ve me.. crazy. Ugh shit.. hmm right there."

Her natural juices started to overflow when she climaxed and Michael was making sure to lick every drop. She was in complete ecstasy. He licked and sucked as if his mouth was dry from being on a hot ass desert with no beverage to drink.

Once Michael was done quenching his thirst he gently put the bowl with the remaining melted ice cubes in the sink. He then grabbed Renee and tossed her over his shoulders smacking and grabbing her ass in the process. He carried her upstairs to their master bedroom and tossed her on the king size bed. He checked the tablet to see their son still sound asleep. That was great news because they weren't finished yet.

"Turn on your stomach and arch that back. I wanna see ass up face down." He was being demand but Renee liked him like that.

She did as he said but not fast enough because he gave a hard smack to her ass cheek. She could feel a mark forming. He slammed inside her fast and hard without warning. When she gained some strength she started throwing it back on him and he caught it each time.

Authors Note:

Hello to whoever reads this my name is Robbin. This is my very first one shot. I've been working on this for a few days now. I really hope everyone likes it and please send feedback. I don't care if it constructive criticism or not I wanna know your thoughts.

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