#all she has to do is not be a dick to her brother and fiance

[beatrixstonehill2]

Jamie walked outside where her older brother and friends were playing football in the expansive yard, as they often did on weekends, drinking and having a good time, practicing for the amateur league a bunch of towns held every year. One of the men, Casey, threw Jamie the ball. She caught it with a look of surprise, acting like she was going to play, smiling and laughing.

"Hey, why not let Jamie play?" Casey asked Jamie's brother, Vince.

"Jamie, why?" Vince said.

"Wasn't she born a guy. Come on, she can fill in for Andrew."

"What happened to Andrew?" Jamie said.

Vince folded his arms. "Welllll, Andrew was like the best player on our team. He moved to Colorado with his fiance last week."

"Shit that sucks."

"Yeah, you caught that thing really well, and I've seen you play soccer and run track, you're a good athlete."

Jamie blushed. "Oh come on! Liiiike seriously? You guys will destroy me."

"What's the issue, afraid of a few men? Rumor has it you've taken a few men at once before at the frat house."

The other guys all whistled and laughed.

"W-Well maybe I did..... but you guys'll just bully me. Since I'm a girl."

"I mean, sort of a girl," Casey said. "You used to be Vince's little brother."

"I guess......" She rolled her eyes.

Vince looked her up and down. "Well..... the prize next summer is like 10k..... Come on, Jamie, join the team. We have like six months to train you up."

"Hmmmm.... well, OK. What would you guys need me to do? Like I said I don't think I can take a tackle too well......"

"Yeah but couldn't you just start being a guy?" Casey said.

"Like what do you mean?"

"Go off that girly medicine and just take a bunch of testosterone. Wouldn't you just become like any other guy since you have a dick?"

"Yeah, I technically would just detransition and become a man, but that's kind of a big ask..... I like being a girl."

"Awww, come on, Jamie," Vince said. "Why not try it out? It'll be fun seeing you go through male puberty and bulk up like a bull. We'll help train you. I don't think mom or dad will care if you decide to be a man."

"Ummmm, you guys...." Jamie bit her lip. "I really don't know, you really want me to become a boy just to join your amateur football thing?"

"Sure, why not? Oh, one problem....."

"What?"

The men were all shirtless. "Our team is always skins, we paint a stripe over our shoulders. You'll have to go topless...."

"B-But I'm like a FF-Cup....."

Casey shrugged. "Yeah but you're still just a guy, right? Technically? Soooo, just take off your top. Doesn't matter if your daddy bought you a fancy set of implants."

Jamie took off her top and tossed it aside. "OK..... happy? Have fun looking at me 'boy-tits'....."

"Damn, they almost look like the real thing."

"Almost," Vince said. "But you're gonna have to ask dad to get rid of them, they already look kind of stupid on you now, but after you bulk up and detransition?"

"Good point," Jamie said, looking down at her round, fake boobs. "I'd imagine you're going to make sure I get really big and muscular so I can play good, right?"

"Of course, as big as possible in the next six months or so."

"Fuck.... OK. I'll ask daddy if I can get my boobs removed next week or so. Gotta get it done now so I can train, right?"

"Exactly! Good thinking, sis--oh, sorry. Little brother."

Jamie blushed, blocking her soon-to-be-removed breasts with her arms. "I guess you guys should show me the ropes? If you don't mind."

"Sure, oh but one more thing."

"What?"

Vince ran over to their gym bag, rifling through, getting out something. He prepared and cleaned a fresh syringe, running back over to Jamie. "Don't worry, most of us take the stuff just to stay competitive. Here, don't move." He pinched Jamie's hip and injected her with a large dose of T, almost with no warning.

Her tiny cock stirred in her panties. She couldn't believe this was happening so fast. She had been living as a girl for over a decade. Now in the blink of an eye she would be transformed into just another roided up muscular gym dude.... Her beautiful body would be totally transformed into a man's, her implants yanked out, no more big bouncy boobs..... And her tiny, girlish cock would become huge and thick.... She already wondered if she'd start liking fucking girls like all these other guys. No more prissy trans girl getting fucked in the ass. She'd be pounding away on thick college girls like the ones from her sorority. Her cock stiffened, picturing all their juicy breasts and asses, their meaty thighs, pot bellies, pregnant bellies, swollen, wet pussies.... all hers to have her way with. She almost greedily zoned out before Vince patted her shoulder.

"You good, Jamie?"

"Oh, of course! Thank you, Vince. I can't wait to become a guy and play with you all.... let's hope we win!"

#mtf detrans kink #mtftm kink #detrans kink

[mermaidsirennikita]

hi you probably get this ask all the time but i'd love some recs with a wallflower heroine that isn't romancing mr bridgerton or devil in winter (the GOAT). thank you!!!

Sure! I don't think I get this as much as you might think lol.

Sarah MacLean writes a few good Wallflowers!

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake--Kinda classic, the heroine is a wallflower who realizes she's going on the shelf and decides to ball out and have fun beforehand. She runs into a very slutty rake and makes an agreement with him that leads to her experiencing~ the world (also... dick).

A Rogue by Any Other Name--My favorite MacLean, the heroine has gone on the shelf because her fiance ditched her years ago. She ends up in a forced marriage with her childhood best friend because he's back after losing everything and recovering what he lost means marrying her... whether she wants it or not.

And more...

Dearest Rogue by Elizabeth Hoyt--The heroine is actually blind, which has led to her domineering older brother to overprotect her and shelter her from society. Then a kidnapper attempts to steal her, which leads to her going on an adventure with her hot, older bodyguard (impetuous dry humping ensues).

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden--A plain, bespectacled heroine who feels overshadowed by her sisters ends up married to a frosty straitlaced duke after his brother compromises her (not in a sexual way). Naturally, he's obsessed with her and brings her out of her shell.

How to Steal a Scoundrel's Heart by Vivienne Lorret--The ironic thing about this is that the heroine was a wallflower type until she ended up having her reputation ruined, which deemed her scandalous. Which is why she ends up taking a rake up on his offer to make her his official mistress for four months (no more and no less). A great romance in which the HORRIBLE BAD BOY ends up melting for this woman.

A Rake's Guide to Seduction by Caroline Linden--A different take on a wallflower, wherein the heroine was vivacious until she married a shithead. He's dead now and she's depressed, but when she goes to a house party she reconnects with her brothers' rakish, scandalous friend (who had a thing for her and almost offered for her before she got engaged). He brings her back to life.

Stacy Reid's Sinful Wallflowers series, as the title suggests, focuses on a group of wallflower friends. Suffice to say, the shit they get up to is a bit... racier... than what the Kleypas Wallflowers do. They're all good, but my favorite is My Darling Duke, in which the heroine pretends that she's engaged to this reclusive duke no one has seen in years (which turns out to be because an accident left him disabled and using a wheelchair often, something he emotionally struggles with) only for him to come out of hiding and be like "YOU RANG?"

A Week to Be Wicked by Tessa Dare--The heroine is a nerd who doesn't really want to be Seen, and ends up on a roadtrip romance to this Fossil Event with a rakish hero who, among other things, teaches her what sex is by humping her through a sheet until they both come. It's gREAT. Tessa writes a good few wallflowers--I'd also recommend When a Scot Ties the Knot on this level.

The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanna Shupe is a Gilded Age wallflower book. The heroine is very shy, but she wants to be able to seduce a man--so naturally, she makes a deal with the local slutty rake to get seduction lessons. As you do.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

[softquietsteadylove]

Thenamesh propsal AU

Thena needs her caffeine but in this house there is none. As a result she has terrible migraine!

"How is she?"

A loud groan sounded through the whole house in response. Gil winced as he walked in with a bag in hand.

He had completely forgotten that his mom didn't keep any caffeine or alcohol in the house. She wasn't one for it, Makkari simply didn't need any caffeine to be as brimming with energy as she was, and Sersi didn't drink unless it was socially. Kingo wasn't opposed to a coffee here or a beer there, but he considered visiting home like 'being on a cleanse', or whatever.

Thena needed caffeine.

She drank no less than four coffees a day in a regular work week. He was always telling her he was worried about her caffeine intake, but there was no arguing with the stubborn Goddess of War on that one.

It hadn't taken long for the lack of caffeine to cause an irreparable headache which shook her to her core.

Gil walked into the living room, where his very sweet family was being very useless at curing Thena's migraine. His friend - and fiance - was curled up in a ball on the couch, face pinched from the tension within her head. He whispered, "Thena?"

"Gil?" she whimpered back, not even moving at the sound of his voice.

Sersi handed him a cool cloth, freshly soaked and wrung dry, "none of the pain meds Mum has will help this. It's pure caffeine withdrawal."

"Did we try?" Gil couldn't help but ask, not that it didn't irk both his Doctor mother and his bio-chemist sister. He sighed, "sorry, just...I hate to see her like this."

Gil bypassed them, going right over to the ball of Thena and turning her over so he could put the cool cloth on her forehead. "Hey."

"Hey," she whispered back, just barely getting her eyes open to look at him. She looked even paler than normal. "You're back."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, lips pressed to her temple, unable to do much more for her. "I had to go out looking."

"It's okay," Thena turned over slightly with a smile, "Sersi and Makkari have taken wonderful care of me. And your poor mother is trying to find anything that will even simulate caffeine for me."

"Thena!"

"Quiet!" Gil glared towards the door to the living room, where Kingo was striding in without a care in the world. His arms tightened around her, "she's not feeling well, man!"

"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled much too light heartedly for Gil's taste. He swirled his hand in the air, "I made chai!"

Gil glared at his cousin--basically his brother. Chai was a strong enough blend of tea, and it probably would have just a enough caffeine to alleviate some of Thena's symptoms. "You had this the whole time and let her-?!"

"Come on, Gil," Kingo pouted at him, Thena still wrapped protectively in his thick arms. "I forgot I had it, okay? And anyway, I had the seed pods whole--I had to do actual work to make them ready for brewing."

Gil sighed a little more roughly, all but ignoring his loud cousin next to him, "whatever."

"I thought it might help," Kingo leaned blithely into Gil's personal space to get a peek at Thena. "I also suggested yoga to help clear her head, but all she wanted to do was lie around and wait for you."

Gil was already pulling Thena closer so he could carry her to the kitchen, "y'know, dude, I'd appreciate if you didn't do shirtless yoga with my fiance when I'm not around?"

"Who said it was shirtless?"

"I've never seen you do it with a shirt on," Gil shot back without hesitation. Kingo just snickered at his obvious annoyance (dick). Gil stood with Thena in his embrace, "I have something better."

"Something to put me out of my misery?"

"Something like that," he chuckled, kissing Thena's temple again just because he could. She was really funny, even if she didn't think so. "You know this is why I'm always on you about how much coffee you drink."

"Yes, yes," she managed to roll her eyes at him, although even doing that much seemed to reawaken her pain. She grimaced, "how long have you been waiting to bring that up?"

"Until I also had something to help."

"Gil, I--oh."

Ajak made room for them at the kitchen island so Gil could set Thena down in one of the plush bar seats.

"It's okay, mom, I found some," he sighed as he made sure Thena was settled. "Had to go all the way to that organic store where you fill up your own jars."

Damned retiree town and its hipster stores.

Thena forced her eyes open again, "what did you find?"

"Coffee."

Thena perked up like a dog offered a steak after being in the desert.

"I got the lightest roast they had," he held Thena's eyes, waving the jar of fresh grounds in his hand. She watched it, utterly entranced. "Just enough to keep the pain away, okay? This shit was still expensive, even as the cheapest stuff I could find."

Thena let out a faint laugh, in better spirits just at the promise of some relief. "Are you going to ween me off of it with this?"

Gil looked at her again as he set out the coffee grounds and french press he had to buy just to make coffee here. He could just tell her that he told her so and that this was probably for the best, to get her less dependant on caffeine to even function. But he sighed, "gently. I won't let you suffer if I can do anything to help."

Some colour returned to her cheeks, which was honestly more of a relief than anything.

"I'll make you just one cup to start, okay," he continued to speak softly, shaking out just enough grounds and then reaching for the kettle.

"Thank you, Gil."

He looked up, compelled by the gentle, almost musical tone in her voice. Some colour rose in his cheeks as well as he looked back down at his brewing, "anything."

"Hey."

Gil looked up once the grounds were starting to brew. Thena nodded him over to her, and he moved automatically, like a man possessed. Her knees made room for him and he had to stop himself from putting his hand on the other side of them reflexively.

Thena leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips, just close enough to his cheek to be considered not actually 'kissing' him.

He blushed and his all his hair stood on end.

"You're a life saver," she said afterward, forcing a much lighter tone. She tucked some hair behind her ear and moved to watching the coffee brew. "Is it done yet?"

He had to laugh just a little. He gave above her knee - just at the hem of her skirt - a squeeze and moved away again, "will you just try having some patience?"

"You are not the one who has spent all morning with a jackhammer within your skull."

"If you took it even a little easy on the cold brew it probably wouldn't be so bad."

"I knew you were dying to tell me you told me so," Thena rolled her eyes.

Gil smiled; she didn't wince this time. He poured her cup, which really needed more time to brew than it had. Maybe he was just as impatient to cure her as she was. "Just put some shit in it to cover up the taste."

"Gladly," she sighed, although it was Gil who moved toward the fridge for said 'shit'.

They both completely forgot Ajak was still hovering at the edge of the kitchen.

#Thenamesh Proposal AU #let me tell you #I have experienced this #not with coffee but I used to drink green tea for literally any time I was thirsty #and the headache I got when it ran out during quarantine #I was utterly useless #and I just know that Thena is out here drinking nitro cold brew like it's water #she doesn't get jittery or anything #but she just needs a constant baseline of caffeine in her veins #Gil is very eager to ween her off of it #he'll make her just a small cup and put some non-dairy milk in it #maybe some honey or something for sweetner because Ajak is that mom with the all natural pantry #whatever it's just for her anyway #the kids all went out and found their own favourites to stock for their stay #Ajak returns to the living room #Sersi and Makkari ask how Thena is #Ajak and Kingo share a look and say that she's doing much better now

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

love of my life, I come bearing a request for the Hallmark AU of Ygraine x Viserys!

Hello I love you 😘

Okay so Viserys realizes that no one, and I mean no one, trusts him to take over his late father's company. Dear old dad went out in a blaze of crazy and everything was "left to" their distant cousin Robert - who is now fighting his own brothers over the business.

But there's an annual fundraiser coming up and Dany has the wild idea that if they can present a grown up united front that they can show everyone that she and Viserys aren't their father and are perfectly capable of carrying the legacy of King's Landing Inc and giving the company a fresh start. All Viserys needs to hold up his end of the deal? A fake fiance.

Enter Ygraine Blacktyde, Dany's friend from college.

Ygraine is running from her own problems back in Blacktyde. Namely the grief after the death of her mother. So she's happy to take Dany up on her deal. All she has to do is pretend she can stand her friend's brother for longer than five minutes (a tall order considering what a dick he can be) and convince the board they're disgustingly in love. In return she gets a job with the company and a way to permanently give the finger to her hometown.

The only complication? Ygraine and Viserys realize that they might actually have caught feelings for one another, adding a whole layer of mess to this already messy plan. Was that Dany's plan all along?

#this is so ridiculous #i'm obsessed #viserys iii x ygraine

[ivarlover]

UNEXPECTED

Part 3.5

(Flashback #2, last flashback)

Part 3 (sequel #3 to UNLEASHED and UNDENIABLE)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Modern Ivar + Katia

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

If you're new here and want to catch up, just scroll down my page, and the first chapter to UNLEASHED is at the bottom, then UNDENIABLE, and now, UNEXPECTED...

NSFW 18+ ONLY

This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but the story has come alive, and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected. Now that they were just getting into the swing of things and finding their groove, Ivar's ex fiance comes back into the picture, and it seems she is sure to shake things up.

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut. 🤣 Each chapter will have its own warnings.

This chapter: This chapter is a flashback to better explain the current situation. Heartbreak, major case of the feels, not a good Katia, a pissed off Hvitserk, and Ivar beside himself

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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When they returned, they shared their news with everyone, and Aslaug threw them a surprise engagement party at Ivar and Alex's club, with Alex's help, of course. All had gone well, and it seemed everyone was happy for them. Well, everyone except maybe Hvitserk.

"What do you mean, Hvitserk doesn't like you? He's always seemed to really like that I've finally settled down with a good woman," Ivar asked Katia, completely taken back by her assumption.

"Well, it's just something he said to me in passing. It was probably nothing. Don't worry," she replied, dropping her head.

Placing his hand under her chin, Ivar pulled her head up for her eyes to reach his. "What did he say, Katia?"

"It's nothing, really, Ivar. I shouldn't have said anything. Forget about it." She pulled away from and turned around.

"It's obviously not nothing. Now, for the last time, what did my fucking brother say to you?" Ivar was beginning to get annoyed. Why would Hvitserk have said something to her?

"Well, umm, he just said something about how he knew women that would do anything he asked and that I'd better not hurt you and umm, I'd better hope I wasn't with you just for the money or he'd," her voice cracked and Ivar turned her around to face him again. She was looking at her feet nervously.

"Or he'd what, Katia? I'm going to kick his ass! What the fuck! Did he threaten you?"

"Umm, I don't want to cause problems, Ivar. Just forget it," she pouted, glimpsing up at him when he didn't see.

He pulled her close and made her look at him, "Now. Or he'd what?"

"Umm, he said I better hope I wasn't with you just for the money or he'd call one of the girls he knows for a favor, and they'd be sure I regretted it."

"What the fuck!" Ivar saw red. "I swear, he is mine. What a dick! I can't believe he said that to you! You don't worry. I'll take care of him." He was raging inside as he hugged her. She smiled slyly but he didn't see.

"No, Ivar. Promise me you won't say or do anything. I don't want to be the reason you have any problems with your brother. Please, let's just forget it," she hugged him tighter. "Please, Ivar."

"Katia, I've nearly killed men for less. How dare he suggest such bullshit! I know your intentions with me. Why is it so hard for him to believe you could just simply love me? He needs a good ass whooping!"

Katia felt bad. She really didn't want to cause problems with them, but she also worried about Hvitserk getting into Ivar's head. She didn't need Ivar to doubt her. Wasn't it best not to be too close to him for a bit until she gained his trust, too? She was divided. "Ivar, please. I don't need him to hate me even more or not trust me at all. Can't we just take some space and time from him and let him see for himself how much I love you? I understand where he's coming from. He's just trying to protect and look out for his little brother, Ivar, " she pleaded, hoping he'd listen. She hugged him tighter and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Damn it, Katia. Fine. We'll just stay away for a while. I can do that. And you're right. He's always been protective of me. Maybe if he can see us out and see for himself, but Katia, I will say something to him about not talking to you like that again. Ever. If he has a problem with you, he can address it with me! Anyway, we're going to be too busy planning the wedding, oh, and having sex. That's definitely going to keep us busy," he grinned, pulling her toward the bedroom.

"Making love, Ivar.'

"Oh. Right. Sorry. We're going to be busy making love," he licked his lips as he pulled her into the bedroom and closed the door.

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The last six months flew by. There was only a week left before the wedding. Tomorrow night was going to be their Bachelor and Bachelorette parties. As they lay in bed, his head on her chest, they discussed some of the final touches for everything. Ivar squeezed Katia and said, "I can't believe this is really happening. The woman I love is going to finally take my name in a week, and you're going to give me so many babies!" He turned and kissed her chest.

"Umm, Ivar?"

His heart stopped, "You do want babies, don't you, Katia?"

"Oh yes, of course, I do," she answered, "It's just that I don't know, I don't really know anything about my heritage, Ivar. I've been here longer than I was ever in Russia. Well, at least more than I can remember from there."

"Well, I told you, we can visit there as much as you'd like. I understand you want to know where you came from," he looked up at her as worry stretched across his face.

"Well, I kind of feel like I need to live there or something, Ivar. When we have kids, I want to be able to tell them about my traditions and customs and culture, too, and not only yours. Ya know, those are things you can't truly understand from just the internet."

"What? What, umm," Ivar panicked, "What are you saying, exactly, Katia? You've always said how thankful you were to have my family because you don't have family back there. So what? You want us to move to Russia now?" He was really confused and wondered why this was the first time she'd ever even mentioned anything about caring about anything to do with Russia.

"No, it's just a thought, Ivar. Don't worry. I shouldn't have said anything. I can always go visit just like you said." She kissed his forehead. "Lose that worried look. It's ok. I basically just want to be sure our children have a representation of my culture as well as yours, that's all. I know how strong your mom can be with her beliefs," Ivar gave her a questioning look. She quickly added, "And I admire that about her and want to be the same way, but you know, I have to know them myself first."

"So? What does this mean, then, Katia?"

"It just means you better not give me a hard time when I want to go on a trip to Russia," she smiled.

"You're sure that's all?" Ivar couldn't ignore the knot he now had in his stomach.

"Yes, I promise. I'm sorry I made you worry. I love you."

She leaned up and gave Ivar a quick kiss, trying to reassure him. He let it go but he knew that entire conversation was going to be in the back of his head for a fat minute. How could he make sure she got what she wanted but was still happy with him?

He laid his head back down on her chest and tried to push everything out of his head so he could finally get some much needed sleep. Planning a wedding, as he'd just learned, was a job. Still feeling worried, he finally dozed off to sleep, tossing and turning most of the night.

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"Ok. I'll see you back here, what? 3-4 am?" Ivar said to Katia as he headed to the door to meet his brothers and friends for his Bachelor Party.

"Umm, yeah, well, umm, do you think you'll actually be home that early Ivar?" Katia smiled and winked at him.

"Of course I will. I know you'll be here for me. I already miss you." He kissed her as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. As he pulled away, he said, "Ok, ok. I need to stop or I'm not ever actually going to leave. Just call or text me if you'll be later so I don't worry, ok?"

"Ok," she answered.

As he got to the door, he turned back to gaze at her. "I love you, Ivar," she blew him a kiss, and he left.

A while later, Ivar was on the dance floor dancing his night away when Ubbe came to him. "Ivar, hey, we need to talk. Come to the back so you can hear me." He pulled Ivar through the group of strippers someone had called for the night and that he'd been dancing in the middle of.

Ivar arrived at the venue for his party, where he was given beer before he was even completely inside. He couldn't get quite comfortable, though. Katia's last words to him, even though she'd said she loved him, made him a little uneasy. He wasn't sure why. He pushed it to the back of his mind and tried having a good time.

"What is it that you must ruin my fun, Ubbe? You don't have to worry. I wasn't going to do anything stupid," Ivar said to his older brother, annoyance thickly in his voice.

Waiting for them in the back of the club was Hvitserk, who had the look of murder on his face. Ivar instantly felt worried. "Ivar, it's Katia," Ubbe told him.

Ivar's heart stopped, "What? Katia? What the fuck happened? Is she ok?"

Ubbe began, "Well, I don't exactly know. Torvi just called me. She said Katia never showed up for her Bachelorette party. She was hoping she was here with you."

"Wha, what the fuck? And she's just now calling you? Did she call Katia?"

"Ivar, she said she just thought Katia was coming late because she'd started the evening with you. When she finally called her, it went straight to voice-mail so she called me."

Ivar quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Katia's number. His face went pale as he looked up at Ubbe and Hvitserk. "She, umm, her fucking number is disconnected." He swallowed thickly and ran his hand through his hair.

"Check her social media accounts. Quickly," Hvitserk instructed him.

Ivar held his phone up to show his brothers. "Page Not Found," displayed across one page and, "Instagram User," on the other. The more accounts he checked, the more deactivated or deleted accounts he found, even including her email.

"Holy shit! What the fuck, man! What do I do? What the hell happened?" Ivar's voice began to quiver as sweat began to form on his forehead. "Did she fucking leave me? Oh fuck!" He fell backwards, luckily into a chair.

Ubbe quickly came to his side. "Ok, do you want to go back to your place, man? Maybe she's there. I can drive you."

"Umm, I, uh. I-I don't know," Ivar answered, in shock, all the alcohol he'd been drinking, not helping. "Umm, Ubbe? Uh, wha, what should I do?"

Hvitserk answered Ivar, "Hey, man, let Ubbe drive you home. You guys check there. See if she left a note if she's not home. I'll go back to Ubbe's place and get my computer to see what I can possibly track down, and I'll meet you guys at your place. Don't worry yet, man. We don't know anything yet."

Ivar dropped his head to his hands, still stunned and not fully wrapping his mind around everything. What had he missed? Where had she gone? Why was this happening? What had he done wrong? He had so many questions and no answers. It was maddening.

"Ivar? Hey? You ok? Did you hear Hvitserk?" Ubbe asked, trying not to show just how concerned he was.

"What?" Ivar looked up at Ubbe in a daze. "Oh, umm, yeah, I heard him. I, umm, I don't know. Yeah, umm, I guess, let's go? What about the party?" Ivar stood up.

"I'll talk to Alex and see if he can end the party for us. I'll help him if he needs me to. You two go on to your place and I'll meet you guys there shortly," Hvitserk answered, rushing them towards the door.

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Ubbe unlocked Ivar's house door and waited for him to go inside first. "Katia? Hey, Katia, are you here?" Ivar called out, hopefully. There was no answer. He looked back at Ubbe, trying his best to hide his emotions that were all over the place at the moment. "She's gone. It's over, Ubbe," he stumbled to the sofa and practically fell onto it.

"Wait here, and I'll check the other rooms for you, Ivar."

Ivar sat there in a daze. He had no idea what he'd done wrong. He only wanted to give her the world.

Ubbe came back through, "Ivar, umm, her clothes are gone from the closet. All her belongings are gone from any room that had anything of hers. There's no trace, whatsoever, that a female ever even lived here at all. Man, I'm so sorry." He looked at Ivar, who was rolling something around in his hands. "What you got there?"

Not looking up at Ubbe, he gave him a cell phone and a piece of paper. "That's her fucking phone. She smashed it," Ivar's voice cracked, still not looking up at his brother.

Ubbe opened the paper. It was a note from Katia.

"Dearest Ivar,

I'm so sorry. I know you deserve way better than this. I need you to know that I do love you. I've never lied about that. But I can't marry you, not now, not like this. I can't just always have everything your mother's way. If we ever had kids, I need to raise them as my own woman and I can't do that this way. I need to find me, who I really am. I hope you can understand. I am truly sorry. I know you'll be ok, though. I love you, Ivar.

Always, Katia"

"What the fuck! Are you serious? She ended your relationship in a fucking note? Ivar. Damn. I'm so sorry." Ivar still never looked at him. Ubbe stepped closer to him, still sitting on the sofa, now with his head in his hands. "Look, man, you're going to be ok. I promise."

Ivar held his hand out to Ubbe and, to Ubbe's surprise, gave him a ring. Ubbe instantly recognized it as Katia's engagement ring. "Aww, hell." Placing his arm around Ivar's shoulders, he sat down beside him.

At that very moment, Hvitserk busted through the door. "Man, cancel your cards, Ivar. Immediately."

Ivar finally looked up, wiping away the single tear that rolled down his cheek. "What? Why?"

"Man, I'm sorry but this bitch wiped your credit card clean. She got a cash advance of the max amount possible and not just that, she took money from your damn bank account, too! Not all of it but a damn huge chunk! Let's just say, she's lucky as hell that she isn't a dude! I'd kick her ass myself!"

Ivar's mouth dropped. He wasn't even able to say anything to Hvitserk about calling her such a name. He normally would never stand for that. "Wha, she did what? Are you sure? How? The banks are closed."

"Man, you know Betty at the bank. Katia called her and she met her there. I'm guessing you introduced them and gave Betty the ok to do such things. Betty was scared shitless when I told her you didn't know."

"Fuck!" Ivar dropped his head as Hvitserk continued. He should have listened to Hvitserk's warnings, but no, he'd pushed him away. How could he have been so blind?

Ubbe just sat in silence, completely stunned, as Hvitserk told them, "And I know where she's going. She is about to board a plane to Russia. I don't know what the fuck for. Didn't she always say she didn't know anyone there? But if you guys hurry, we can probably get there before the plane leaves."

Ubbe asked, "How the hell do you know all that so quickly if she didn't use cards but only cash?"

"Man, wrong time to doubt my skills. Hurry. Let's go," Hvitserk responded, closing his laptop and walking toward Ivar.

"What for? She doesn't want me," Ivar mumbled into his hands.

Annoyed, Hvitserk answered, "Not to chase her down for you, Ivar. To get your damn money back! I knew something like this was going to happen! And it's not right."

Ivar stood up. "Umm, I umm, I need some fresh air. Give me, umm, a few minutes outside alone, ok?" He went to the door, stopping beside Hvitserk on his way out. "I'm so sorry that I pushed you away, Hvitserk. I should have listened to you. I hope, on day, you can, forgive me," and he went out, slamming the door shut behind him.

"You think maybe you could have broken that to him a little softer, Hvitserk? That was a lot to take in all at once. I'm even shocked, and I don't even love her."

"No way. It's best to do all the breaking at once. Rip that damn bandaid off all at one time. And anyway," Hvitserk began throwing his hands up, "She needs a long walk off a short cliff!"

"HVITSERK LOTHBROK!" Ubbe yelled at him.

Hvitserk just shrugged his shoulders, "What? You know you were thinking the same thing!"

"That's beside the point."

"Well, let's go before this bitch gets away," Hvitserk rushed him out the door to get Ivar.

"Wait! Where is he? Ivar?" Ubbe turned all around, looking for Ivar in the dark night.

They both searched for Ivar, but he was nowhere to be found. "What the fuck! Call him!" Hvitserk panicked to Ubbe.

Ubbe's face was pale. "Man, he turned his damn phone off. Can you trace him?"

They went back inside, and Hvitserk went to work. His hacking skills had become very useful today. "Shit! The last signal I have is here on the street, and that was over thirty minutes ago. He could have gone anywhere."

"I'll call Alex and a few of the guys and see if they've heard anything from him," Ubbe said.

"I'll see if I can locate him any other way."

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"Yes, of course. If I hear anything, I'll call one of you immediately. And please do the same," Alex hung up the phone with Ubbe. He was really heartbroken for his best friend. How had Ivar went from celebrating what was the happiest time of his life to suddenly being dumped on his ass and now missing? He tried calling him, but the phone went to his voice-mail.

As Alex went to sit down in the living room, his doorbell rang. Could he be that lucky?

When he opened the door, there stood Ivar, soaking wet in the rain, holding a half drunken bottle of tequila. He couldn't tell, for sure, if that was tears or rain rolling down Ivar's face, but he had a pretty good idea. "Oh, Ivar! Thank God you're ok! Get in here out of the rain."

"She left me, man. It's over. I fucked up somewhere. She's gone," Ivar stood frozen in his spot. "It's over."

Alex urged him to come inside and have a seat. "Damn, man, did you drink all of that tequila by yourself?"

"Uh, umm," he looked down at his hand as he stumbled through the door, "Yeah, and I finished the other bottle already." He dropped onto Alex's sofa.

Alex called Ubbe back and let them know Ivar was there safely and had apparently called his driver, Mike, from his place to town and walked to Alex's in the rain from town, which was a long walk.

"I, ju..umm, I needed some air and some room to think. I didn't want my brothers to see my like this. I'm, umm, I'm sorry, Alex, I'm in a bad way. I'm a fucking mess," Ivar slurred his words.

As Alex sat down beside him and began to try to comfort him, Ivar turned around to him and just dropped his head to Alex's shoulders and began to softly cry. Alex's eyes widened. He was uncertain of what to do. However, as he looked down at Ivar, he knew exactly what he needed and he wrapped his arms around him tightly and hugged him.

"Shhh, shhh. It's ok. Let it out, Ivar. You're safe here. Let it out."

"What, umm," Ivar said between sniffles, "What am I going to do?"

"Well, for starters, you need to get out of these wet clothes. I have some in my room you can wear. And umm, can't Hvitserk find where she went or where she's headed?"

Ivar sat with Alex, trying to calm himself, appreciating the support from his best friend. He finally answered, "Hvitserk already knows where she's going. She's going to Russia. She hates me so damn much, she's leaving the entire country, man."

"Well, are you not going there, too? So you can at least talk to her?" Alex was surprised. They'd seemed so happy.

"No. Hvitserk wanted," Ivar's voice was shaky and his words were still slurred, "To cut her off at the airport but why am I going to chase someone who went to such great links to leave me? I don't fucking care. And she can keep the damn money. Will you tell Hvitserk that for me? I don't fucking care about the money."

Alex was taken back. Katia took Ivar's money? Wow, seemed like they'd all been played a fool by her. He rubbed Ivar's back as he continued to sob into his shoulder. At least Ivar knew he could count on Alex, but that didn't make Alex feel any better.

Once Ivar finally calmed down and puked a few times because of drinking so much tequila, Alex brought him clothes to change into, and a blanket, and Ivar fell asleep on the sofa.

This night had not ended as Alex had thought.

@istorkyou @chapada010101010 @vero-maris-zamo @lostasalice-thisway @ivarhoegh @lonewolf471 @covidinducedsocialreject @tessakate

#ivar the boneless fanfiction #ivar the boneless smut #ivar the boneless fic #ivar the boneless fluff #ivar smut #ivar the boneless + katia #alex hogh andersen #alex hogh andersen smut #ivar the boneless + alex hogh andersen #heartbreak

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Thirsty Thursday/Friday- something involving horses or dogs for the Regency AU.

Shoving this together with a prompt from @junojelli, who says 'Some Regency AU from the POV of Annie, who has been instrumental in her brother's engagement'

Annie had never been to a house before.

Her friends had laughed at that, when she'd said it aloud, but there were houses and houses, and Belleau was a house, the kind you had built by Robert Adam when you were elevated to the peerage and made a duke and expected to entertain in that style.

The heat of late summer was slowly descending upon London and everyone was making plans to retreat to the country, if such a retreat could be had, and so, of course, the Duchess had invited the unmarried sister of her fiance to come and stay.

It had been quite the thing, to take Sir Lewis's carriage from London, and stay at an inn along the road, and come up the drive the next afternoon jolting and tired but treated to such a view. The house, too, was a marvel, with fully fifteen maids out front to meet them and someone to take her bags, and a bedroom the size of a palace just for her. And the Duchess is mistress of all this?

Annie had only ever expected to visit a house like this one as the governess, and never a guest. But a guest she was, with all the rights and privileges therein, curtseyed and catered to. Should Miss Winters like tea, in her room? She said yes only because that was what ladies did, after long journeys, but she'd only taken a few sips before throwing on her shawl and going to explore the rest of the house, which soon led to the rest of the garden, which then got her out to the stable block, where she was quite ignored by the grooms and allowed to explore at her leisure.

They did not keep horses in London - quite an expense, her mother would have said, and a hired coach did them very well when it was required. But Dick had taken her to see the Household Cavalry, and feed the grays, Annie laughing at their soft, snuffling noses tickling her hand. Dick had met the Duchess several times for a ride in Hyde Park, and Annie knew she loved her horses.

How could you not, when they were creatures like this?

She walked along the stalls, admiring their great heads and liquid eyes, stopping to hold her hand out, flattened, as Dick had shown her, for one tall dark fellow to sniff and fuss over, his ears forward and relaxed and quite at his leisure. He made a noise and swung his head, and Annie realized she was not alone - there was another woman, waiting just behind her. Another house guest, probably. Dick said there would be several. "Are they not magnificent?"

"Indeed they are," the woman agreed, coming to join Annie with a brief smile. The horse Annie had been petting gave a contented whiffle and leaned into the other woman's hand. "They keep a lovely stable here. Quite the best in the county."

"I was told tomorrow there is to be a steeplechase," Annie shared, "which the Duchess will win, of course."

"Who told you she will win?"

"Oh, my brother - Captain Winters. He says she is far and away the best rider of all of them - and she knows the course the best, but that does not signify quite as much as how she can handle it. Sir Lewis was teasing him about it in the carriage here," she added, loyally, "but my brother would not hear it said otherwise."

"That is rather like Sir Lewis," her new friend agreed, still scratching behind the horse's ears. "What a compliment from the Captain - he rides very well himself." She paused and looked over at Annie. "You have a good eye for horses, Miss Winters - this is the Duchess's favorite."

"How do you know?"

She gave a brief chuckle. "I should hope that was obvious."

Annie turned and looked, really looked, at the woman to whom she'd been speaking and with no small embarrassment realized her error. "Your grace!"

The first (and last) time she had seen Joan Warren, she had been dressed to pay calls, and the meeting had been that of an instant - here, in the stable, without hat or pelisse, the Duchess was another woman entirely, very out of character with soft-dressed hair and a shawl around her shoulders, and a hunter nipping at her ear. "Pray do not trouble yourself about it," Joan assured her, smiling ear to ear and batting the animal away a little. "It is nice sometimes to not be recognized."

Annie had another thought. "Please do not think badly of my brother for that story about the carriage. He does not talk out of turn about you, I promise."

"I did not for one moment believe he did," the Duchess assured her. "And I am sure Montjoy enjoys being told he will win," she added, scratching the horse under his chin. "He loves it as much as I do."

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #joan warren #regency au #annie winters #why yes joan's horse is named montjoy st denis because she is extra like that

[justinmitchellfan]

Part 5 of the mercedes varnado X Justin Bieber love story smut warning ⚠️ breakup, heartbreaker story and continuation of chapter 1

Then 1 month later on their 2 year marriage anniversary on September 21 of 2021 in paris at 4:57pm and Bieber is wearing his swim trunks and mercedes is wearing black tank swim top and swim shorts as they are having a pool day with mercedes brother shawn Mendes and his fiance Camilla Cabello in their penthouse then Bieber posts a picture on his Instagram story with the caption " miss Bieber baby girl @mercedesvarnando

And shawn Mendes is wearing swim shorts and Camilla Cabello is wearing blue bikini and all 3 of them are in the pool swimming and chatting and they all hang out in the pool as they swim and chat as Bieber is chilling as he lays on the chair "aren't you going to get in the pool baby says mercedes "I'm good right here in this chair honey says Bieber "are you seriously not going to have fun in this pool and literally lay in that chair while me, my brother and his fiance are in this pool says mercedes as she acts like a brat and needy amd then she tries to get her husband's attention as he has a conversation with shawn Mendes "please get in the pool with us baby says mercedes as she tries to get her husband's attention

"Can you please get my husband to join us in this pool shawn says mercedes "why you join is in this pool Bieber says shawn Mendes "I'm good chilling in this chair says Bieber as he refuses to get in the pool as he doesn't give his wife mercedes any attention "stop ignoring me and please get in the pool with us says mercedes but Bieber still doesn't give any attention to his wife mercedes as he teaches his wife mercedes a lesson then mercedes gives Bieber the puppy dog eyes to try and get her husband to join them in the pool but Bieber is still refusing to get in the pool and he puts on black shades as he gives his wife the silent treatment as he soaks up in the sun

Then mercedes gets out of the pool and crawls on top of her husband and mercedes tries to tease her husband by whispering in his ear seductively "if you get in the pool, we'll have some fun after our pool day daddy says mercedes seductively but Bieber doesn't budge as mercedes then starts to act like a brat once more and mercedes has now had enough of her husband ignoring her as she rips off his black shades and she's had enough of his attitude as well "did you have to rip my shades off like that says Bieber as he reacted to his wife mercedes ripping off his shades then he tries to say something else but mercedes smashes her lips onto her husband's Biebers lips as Bieber pushed mercedes to her limits

"I want you to get in the pool with us says mercedes but Bieber is still refusing to do so then mercedes starts teasing her husband and whispers seductively to Bieber "then I'll have to do something that will get you in this pool daddy says mercedes seductively as she continues teasing her husband by grinding on his bulge and Bieber tries to stop his wife "we can't because our guests are watching says Bieber "I don't care and I'm going to do what it takes to get you in the pool if I have to make you cum in front of our guests daddy says mercedes seductively once more as she continues grinding on his bulge "you don't take no for an answer do you baby girl says Bieber seductively to mercedes as they are both now very horny as Bieber is very hard

Mercedes then pulls down Bieber swim trunks as his hard dick springs up and mercedes grabs Biebers dick and sucks on his dick in front of the guests but Bieber doesn't stop mercedes from giving him a blowjob amd mercedes doesn't stop as she continues giving her husband a blowjob by sucking on his dick and she continues sucking on his dick for 35 minutes then he cums in mercedes mouth and mercedes swallows every bit of her husband's cum and sucks the leftover cum from his dick and then she strokes her husband's dick would you stop doing that in front of your own brother and my fiance says shawn Mendes as he tells mercedes to stop and he interuppts but mercedes doesn't stop and she whispers seductively in her husband's ear

"I will not stop until I get you to get in the pool daddy says mercedes seductively as she keeps stroking Biebers dick at a normal pace then Camilla Cabello now reacts "I'm now dusguted by what you are doing with you husband says Camilla Cabello as she is disgusted and wierded out at what mercedes is doing with her husband Bieber as mercedes still continues stroking her husband's dick at a much faster pace "alright, I'll get in the pool baby, now let me pull my swim trunks up baby says Bieber as mercedes has made Bieber cum a second time "good and hang out in the pool us says mercedes as Bieber pulls his swim trunks out and mercedes gets back in the pool as Bieber gets in the pool and shawn gets back Into the pool as well

"You would literally do what it took to get your husband in this pool right says Camilla Cabello "I did and I didn't care if I did it in front of you and your fiance/ my brother to convince my husband to get in the pool to hang out with us says mercedes as all four of them hang out once more in the pool as they chat amd swim and 3 hours later at 6pm "do you want to go out on a friendly dinner hang out at the restaurant Bieber says Camilla Cabello and mercedes doesn't let that happen "no, he's not going on a friendly dinner hang out with you at any restaurant says mercedes "sis it's okay if my fiance amd your husband hang out while they eat dinner at a restaurant as friends says shawn Mendes as he tries to convince his sister

"No, my husband isn't going anywhere says mercedes "I'll accept the offer Camilla Cabello says Bieber as mercedes reacts to what her husband said "then go get ready Bieber says Camilla Cabello "for the last time, he's not going and that's final says mercedes as she gives Camilla Cabello a death stare "baby it's okay, me and Camilla Cabello are just friends and having a dinner hang out at a restaurant with her Is okay besides nothing is going to happen with me amd your brother's fiance says Bieber as he tries to convince his wife and Mercedes whispers in his ear "I told you, you aren't going and I'm warning you for the last time and you better not ignore my warning says mercedes as she gives Bieber a warning then Camilla tries to convince mercedes

"Mercedes , it's okay, your husband is just my friend and can you please let him hang out with me as friends that hang out at dinner at a restaurant says Camilla Cabello "I told you, no so many times amd my Husband isn't going with you to to hang out or have dinner with my husband at any restaurant says mercedes "you can't stop me and I'm going to hang out with my friend Camilla Cabello and that's final says Bieber as he ignores mercedes warning as he gets out of the pool and goes inside to get ready then mercedes gets out of the pool and goes after her husband as they run upstairs to their master bedroom and mercedes grabs Bieber by his hair and she whispers seductively in his ear as a warning

"I forbid you from hanging out with Camilla and if you hang out with her, you will not get some fun from me and that's the last time I'm warning you says mercedes seductively as she gives Bieber another warning but Bieber doesn't listen to his wife as his wife has had enough as she whispers one last final warning in his ear seductively "I already told you I'm going and that's final says Bieber as he doesn't listen to his wife yet again then Mercedes pushes her husband onto the bed and pins his arms between his head as she crawls on top of her husband as she seductively whispers her very last and final warning to her husband Bieber "you're not going and that's my last and final warning says mercedes seductively

Then Bieber tries to get his wife off of him which he makes his wife very angry but mercedes doesn't get off of her Husband as she is starting to get angry then Bieber tells his wife to get off of him "get off of me and I told you that I'm going says Bieber as starts to make his wife very angry "I'm warning you, don't make me get very angry at you because you don't want to see me be so very angry says mercedes but Bieber doesn't listen as mercedes has had enough "oh you're going to get it now says mercedes "what're you going to do about it says Bieber "keep it up and you'll see what will happen says mercedes as she is angry and she whispers something in Biebers ear

Then she grabs her husband by his swim trunks and pulls him to her lips as she does her very last warning "I'm not telling you again and for the last time you aren't going anywhere says mercedes then Camilla Cabello knocks on the door as she asks Bieber "Bieber is everything okay because I hear so much yelling there says Camilla Cabello then mercedes crashes her lips on Biebers lips roughly as she sticks her tounge down his throat as they are tounge kissing as his wife whispers in Biebers ear "don't even think about answering her question says mercedes as she notices that her husband isn't wearing any boxers "not wearing any boxers are we says mercedes as she teases her husband

"I want you to take off your swim trunks now says mercedes as she demands Bieber to do so then she whispers seductively in his ear "ill take off your swim trunks and I will give you a bj and you better not stop me says mercedes seductively as she takes off Biebers swim trunks then she grabs his dick and slides his dick in her pussy and bounces on his dick as she has angry rough sex and punishes her husband during sex and 80 minutes of punishment during angry rough sex as mercedes does the cowgirl sex position with her husband as she bounces on his dick while angry as she slightly moans loud

Then they do seated scissors sex position as mercedes straddles Biebers dick as she moans almost slightly loud while being angry and continuing to straddle and bounce on Biebers dick and she still continues to bounce and straddle her husband's dick as she almost moans very loud during angry rough sex as they are sweaty and have messy sex hair "I want you to keep fucking me all day daddy says mercedes as sge moans " as you wish baby girl says Bieber as mercedes continues to punish her husband during angry sex then they do queen take king sex position in the chair next to the bed as mercedes bounces on Biebers dick at a faster pace as she nearly moans real loud as she still continues to bounce on Biebers dick "you belong to me and only me because you are mine and only mine says mercedes as she moans

As sge claims her husband as her own then another 20 minutes later as mercedes leaves a bunch of hickeys and bite marks all over her husband's body as they continue having sex as they do a couple more sex positions for 38 minutes then they do the doggy style sex position as Bieber thrusts his dick in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans very loud "don't fucking stop daddy says mercedes as sge moans "with pleasure baby girl says Bieber then mercedes does a couple more punishments to Bieber during sex as they do the cowpoke sex position as mercedes bounces on Biebers dick very hard and rough as she moans real loud as she continues to bounce on his dick very hard and rough once more

Then they do the Dropbox sex position as Bieber continues thrusting his dick in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans as Bieber continues thrusting his dick in mercedes pussy as mercedes grips the bedsheets as she moans so very loud as Bieber still thrusts his dick in mercedes pussy at a fast pace as mercedes moans and another hour later as Bieber makes mercedes so very sore as they are very sweaty and very messy sex hair as they are almost exhausted and they do one final sex position as they get on their side as Bieber sticks his dick in mercedes pussy once more and starts thrusting in her pussy for 35 minutes and during angry rough sex as mercedes has cummed on Biebers dick about 7 or 8 times

Then she cums on Biebers dick for the 9th time as Bieber still continues thrusting his dick in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans so very loud then Bieber cums in mercedes pussy as they are now exhausted from mercedes giving Bieber so many punishments during angry rough sex then they do round 2 of sex after regaining all their energy fir round 2 of sex

And mercedes gets on top of Bieber once more as she slides his dick in her pussy once more and starts bouncing on his dick as she moans so very loud "I thought you were satisfied says Bieber "I said we'll have sex all day if you have the energy to do it baby says mercedes as she moans as she bounces on Biebers dick very hard as she moans so very loud then another 2 abd a half hours later as they do 4 more sex positions as they do the pushing tush sex position as Bieber is on top of mercedes as he thrusts his dick in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans as she digs her nails in Biebers back as they then do the other two sex position for about 25 minutes as they do their last sex position as they get on their side once more and during round 2 of sex both Bieber and mercedes cummed about 8 or 9 times

And Bieber sticks his dick yet again in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans as Bieber starts thrusting very hard in mercedes pussy fir about 35 minutes then mercedes cums for the 10th time on Biebers dick then Biebers cums one more time in mercedes pussy and they finish round two of sex then Camilla Cabello knocks on the door "dinner is here says Camilla Cabello then both Bieber and mercedes take a shower together then after thay took a shower together , they get out of the shower and dries themselves off and they do their Hygiene routine then Bieber is wearing gray shirt with unbuttoned blue shirt and black pants with socks as he wear his boxers underneath his black pants

And mercedes is wearing her panties and a bra with an oversized sweatshirt then they walk with their hands intertwined as they enter the dining room as Bieber takes a seat and mercedes sits on Biebers lap as they eat pizza fir dinner

[mediacinemtographyartetc]

Movies that SHOULD'VE been GAY

Okay I've noticed [not being spiteful just a meh observation] that movies that have men being friends become a ship that still seen as gay to present time but lesbians??? not so much i.e [Lost boys micheal and david, interview with a vampire altho that IS gay and teen wolf stiles and derek, sherlock holmes, supernatural harry potter and draco the list goes on]

So HERE is the queer rep for the ones who refer to themselvs as gals of feminine heres the lesbian stories for you!

Bring it on.

Missy and Tuarences should've been gay altho the brothers hot too tuarence is a perfect Bisexual representation. Plus all the girls in this movie? Pretty sure I had a crush on.

Next is Bride wars.

The fact that in the beggining of the movie the two girls we're playing 'marriage' where one is the bride and the other is the groom and they've been 'dreaming' of their dream wedding and both were proposed and their marriage happened at the same time. Both of them had a fight but only one's marriage ended because her husband was a dick. But overall the fact that they were close, got made up, knew each other so well and then ended up pregnant at the same time made me think they should've just made the movie gay and show that even lesbians will clash on deciding their wedding and since they 'shared' everything this moment will be a next step of them embracing their individualty and being better for it.

Next up is "The Holiday." A movie where two women have issues with their relationships and have 'break ups' and end up swapping homes to get away from it all. I would've loved if the two became pen pals and ended up stepping in each other shoes and found themselves knowing a person from their house and gettig closer to them by their friends, neighbors, family and found that the two have a lot in common and find that both became the 'escape' the other needed [but I do love Jude law in this film especially since he cried we need to bring back healthy relationships or seeing men being vunerable because it was so refreshing back then]

Oceans 8

These two need I say more? Overrall in the story its great that blondie had bruenettes back and even was there as her rock every step of the way, both were equel powerhouses and complete badassas through the whole movie. Wish it was official but to me they're married your honour.

Death becomes her.

This is SUCH a gay movie, if you watch it there is SO much clevage and it feels so gay when both of the women end up living forever and eternity the fact that they tried to hurt one another over some man and the fact that madeline was hurt by the others words because she was called 'cheap' and took it to heart she is so insecure and unloved and yet giner snaps [forgot her name] was obsessed with her to the point where she even drove her inmates mad when she wanted to talk about her, the drive to kill her- then made up then living with her years later [if it wasn't for the message in the end that they were miserable and the guy was happy even tho he kinda ruined their lives he DID choose madeline a women he just met over his fiance and then became drunk because she was awful?] oh well still think the movie was queer.

Mean girls

Rewatching the movie and the musical I can't help but think that a three way love triangle of Katie, Erin and Regina would've been perfect, a coming of age and even dealing with their sexuality as well as the drama of being friends someone like regina and hormones all over the place. Love and hate is usually one and the same thing and pig tail pulling has always been a thing when someone has a crush but as no way of expressing that which leads to confusion. Regina had no interest in erin but only did that to hurt katie and dangle him in front of the other even going as far as saying that she would rather break things than share them with others. The relationship of katie and Regina turns from one of a power imbalance of ruler and supporter to two queens who are equel and think that every one loves them and wants to be them even though everybody hates them. Going as far as revenge but even though Katie had hurt regina she still felt guilty and went as far as to mend that friendship even though regina is a 'mean' girl as is katie at least the two were able to come to a compromise and grow from it and even forget the crap they did to one another over some guy.

[Unlike Janice no offense but as I'm older I can't help but dislike janice and see her as a pick me quircky girl whose honestly no different than regina but is worse because she never apologised or even thought she was wrong and was never humbled like the other characters were]

Mortal Instruments

It would've been better if Clary and isabelle were a thing [no offense to mortal instrument fans] But in the books from what I remember isabelle was a bit bland the only redeeming thing about her is that simon wanted to date her and when he lost his memories isabelle became umbearably weird about it. Isabelle is bland and Clary is an idiot [and if jace and simon were a thing that would be awesome]

Overall if the two were a couple it would make sense for isabelle to take that role of protecting clary because she was raised as a mundane and Clary trying to help isabelle to make the lightwood name have respect it would ALSO be a cool story for the other to look down on them and see that history was repeating itself saying clary is JUST like valentine and isabelle was another follower and the two had to prove that its not the same as the past and that they are 'not' their families but they're own indivual person.

But I only say this because the incest plot was garbage and the whole.

"Jace Feachild, our mom had a BOX of all your things and mourned you!" She said this to Jace. Then when she found out they WEREN'T siblings went to freakin Sebastion and was like.

"JACE our MOM had a bOx oF aLl YoUr tHiNgs and mOurnED yUU!"

She is so goddamn stupid it hurts.

The craft.

Sarah and Nancy they're relationship is NOT that different from Mean girls regina and katie altho both are similiar to a narcasistic relationship of love bombing one moment then wanting to destroy your life the next. The craft is a darker version of mean girls on taking it too far but the whole "We can only have unproblematic queer rep where its not a bad relationship because it fetishises queer bleh-" Its bullshit, why is it that heteros can do whatever and its just a story a romance, a warning a psa to look out for. But in lgbt it has to be on 'brand/child friendly/ unproblematic.' Thers sin city, watchmen jessica jones and netflix YOU but god forbid we have a dark horror romance with queer characters its homo/trans/any/phobic.

Bend it like beckham.

It just...would've been SUCH a good freakin movie if they made it gay. Like I get it y'know but why do they make hetero relationships so goddamn bland I'd rather they didn't have any relationship/romance at all if they cant even make it interesting or even want me to imagine something else even better like pairing these two together. The takes on prejudice, sexism, sterotypes that if girls like football they're 'dykes'

Barbie movies: NAME ANY BARBIE MOVIE.

But what comes to my mind is Princess and the puaper or Barbie and the diamond castle. Just blond barbie with brunette barbie. They even bring in twins or other love interests that just are there [which is refreshing when other movies the girlfriends/love interests are just a prop and are about as interesting as an outdated typewriter.] But overall the relationship the two have when in pauper both have a connection and the other one is trying to pretend to be the other even though she could've walked away and the diamon castle they're both roomates. And And Babie and fairytopia- I swear this is THE lesbian movie, the blue fiary, the evil green one and even the blue mermaid like I can't and the fact that this bitch gets 'RAINBOW' wings in the third movie is just bonkers its so gay I feel like I'm being insulted its like these movies are MOCKING me. I'm in a desert parched, no water and they just TEASE a droplet of water and I get slapped in the face with that fucking HETERO shit. I don't care that its for kids if the mermaid can whine that her darling mermaid prince is someone she loves why can't she like ladypuff?????

Stick it.

The potential enemies to loves of johanne and Haley. And haley is such big LESBIAN energy. I was obsessed with this movie as a kid and teen and now as an adult kinda think. Holy shit that makes so much sense I am so dumb ^^; the growth these two have where Johanne changes sides and starts to understand and even get along with haley and how haley even approaches Johanne of her overbearing movie and they way they just banter and snap of each other is amazing [but overall johanne or joanne however you spell it having a simp of a boyfriend is what she deserves at least her hetero relationship doesnt make me want to gag and cry that it could've been better]

Van hellsing.

Just these two, the vampire hunter and the vampire its simply meant to be but ginger snaps here is so heckin annoying [the first bride who died I had a huge crush on now that I realise] the fact they know each others names, how they speak to one another how they fight and that hevera? I think her name is ALWAYS teases and plays with anna. I just so much sexual tension between the two and ugh I just wanted bride Anna I even think avara hevera w/e her name is probably wanted it too XD

Pitch Perfect.

Both rebecca and Ginger snaps [I am so sorry] Are obs a couple, the way ginger was obsessed the naked Shower scene and said I'm confident and then the fact that they become ROOMATES and the boyfriend from the first/secondish movie just disapears and we never noticed because w/e movie buff he was obs dating benny so its fine. Movie guy made a disapearing act with his magician friends thats cool. The fact that the two are still together and performing and singing even years later one wants to make music while the other is a singer I don't get why becca couldn't just work with her group and make her own songs and original stuff she was able to make music for celebs but I guess comedy movies go in a downward spiral where funny haha jokes have more priority than plot.

Once upon a time.

Having Emma and regina a couple just makes sense, Emma became a VILLAIN so regina could have a happy ending. The way they both bounce off each other and even stay consistent even though their partners keep changing. Both are moms to their son henry so co-parenting right there! The fact that Emma is a savior BUT is also a character in a fairy tale story having both fight for their happily ever afters but also their fairy tales of having a queen and princess get together has NEVER been done. its always prince charming or defeat the evil villain so fighting for their ending is also fighting against fate to change the 'rules' of what a happily ever after really is.

Bit of a weird one but if you played the game of Tomb Raider legend I absouletely LOVED the concept of goth punk angry girlfriend and Lara being a thing. its like a dark twist of lovers to Enemies, completely toxic and betrayel, of two people who are archeologists and brilliant women who are trying to hunt for the sword of excalibur. Amanda was betrayed by Lara who didn't go back down to save her, and was truly bitter over her feelings then being enraged at Amanda for killing her movie in the past wish the sequel to this game wasn't on xbox or the freakin wii then realised the story went too dark and garbage like a terrible dc batman movie but alas I love the concept of these two...

She's the man.

No matter how you slice it this film is GAY [Yes I am aware that most queer people do not want this film to be rep it feels problematic I get that but I choose to think positively]

The fact that the main girl feels like a trans character or if not has a more better relationship with olivia and it comes across as queer, her infatuation with talyor but presenting as a man comes across as gay. Either way- she could be seen as a butch lesbian or a transman and it would've been a good movie to explore those themes but nope back to heteronormaty I guess but overall with these lists I don't want a reboot of these movies and MAKE them gay I want shows like it that is a similair story line but is gay.

The truth is movies can come out and be original but still have elements of nostalgia or 'reboot' energy. Like ready player one feels like a back to the future vibe, how Free guy is just lego movie and Red notice is a mixture of indiana jones or other national treasure movies.

What I love about this list is that even tho some have similaraties all of these people/couples are so unique and different but when I see shows that ARE lesbian/queer I can't help but feel a bit...meh about them. It feels like a hetero couple that isn't written well and they barely have personality at all or sometimes one girl is a complete bitch while the other is a 'sterotype' to what a lesbian is. Sure people outside the internet do have mannerisms that can call into the catergory of an 'archetype' but its worse when a movie comes out and it feels more like cringe propoganda I want to turn my brain off and think man this is gay and I love it.

Not wanting to turn the movie off or walk away in embarresment that when anyone online does queer stories/analysis etc they just hit it spot on.

Loki being nonbinary? That feels right. Velma being Bisexual? Also feels right. Gaston and Laufee being gay? Thats just facts.

But when Media does it it's like they veer of and just miss the mark like the have the spirit but it just doesn't feel queer. Watching old movies from the 90's to 2000's just had GOOD queer subtext and felt more relatable and better written than...whatever the heck we have now. I just miss classic rom coms about a story like, 13 going on 30, rent, ps I love you, think like a man act like a women. Just a normal story with narratives that go in a weird direction or even a movie with MULTIPLE couples to have a contrast on how different people have different relationships. Either way I know youtubers/tik tokers do queer stories WAY better than any proper media service so at least I know I'm getting rep somewhere.

#queer #Queer stories #queer movies #movies #that #should #be #gay #gay movies #lesbian #lesbian movies #Movies that are better if they were gay #movies that SHOULD be gay #LGBTQ+ #Trans #Transwomen #These couples can be even changed to trans if a movie based on that concept was made

[layaboutace]

Season 5 Episode 4: The Time of Angels/Episode 5: Flesh and Stone

Dawg I don't like this doctor at all. neither does my mom or brother LMAO. my mom has been watching with me since blink and i made her go back and watch some of my favorites from the earlier seasons but she's just not feeling it for this season, and neither am i. even my brother who doesn't watch and only stumbles into the living room every now and then wasn't vibing with it.... anyways onto the episode. the weeping angels were cool until i saw them move, which is just...why moffat...you idiot...you made a super cool monster that was implied to only be stone when you can see it, and had it so the audience was in on it because we didn't see it move either....and had it move, as stone, without transforming into something or other no its just stone moving about now. and the doctor is such a dick to amy! and after all that she wants to fuck him???? hes literally the least charismatic man on the planet why the hell would you wanna do that??? and river, river river river, i can already see the problems that having a straight man with a history of writing women he wants to step on him write a cool femme fatal and just having her be the sexy girl, who kisses men to use them to her advantage, i wouldn't be surprised if in future appearances she just turns up in a suit of leather, still not big on her and the doctor being married, especially now considering she had more chemistry with 10 than she does with the man shes supposed to marry. god what a mess. at least they finally do something interesting with those time cracks, now will that actually become a point brought up or will they just show up in the background again? who knows! and i no longer like amy, miss cheat on your fiance for mister dickhead mad man

3/5

#doctor who #dw #watchlog #11th doctor #eleventh doctor #amy pond #s5

[sundancefemme]

i have a Situation in my house currently and would love to know your opinion on it because i literally don’t know any other lesbians in real life to talk to this about!! also i would just like to vent so please ignore this if you dont want to deal with it! ahha :)

so, my brother is currently engaged to a lady, for like two years. he’s started a new job and has been working there for almost year now and has made friends with a girl called liz. i have found out that my brother wants to leave his fiancé to be with liz, he’s under the impression him and liz are in love. but !! my mum works with liz’s sister and asked her about the situation. to which she replied, there’s no way because liz is a lesbian. liz is out to her family but not to her friends so when she’s been talking to my brother she’s been saying oh my ex-bf instead of ex-gf. apparently my brother has read the situation completely wrong and liz just thought they were best friends. my mum told my brother this and now liz has had to come out to him and apologise for any misunderstanding. but ! it’s just so horrible because i’ve literally been in this poor girls situation where a guy has just not understood. it’s not her fault at all and she really shouldn’t have to apologise for my brother being a fucking idiot. everyone is fuming at her for leading him on and i haven’t seen any messages but i can guarantee it’s just her being friendly and my brother being an asshole. but can you believe it!! firstly my brother is such an unbelievable dick to almost throw away his fiancé for the first girl that gave him the time of day. and i feel so bad for liz who’s been forced to come out to my brother, loose the friendship they did have and now have him and my mum mad at her thinking she’s trying to trap men or something.

i’m obviously just a bystander in this situation but no one is taking into account liz isn’t in the wrong for not being out. she doesn’t owe anyone that. i just don’t think there’s anything i can say to make my brother see this and realise he was forcing a romantic relationship on her. and he is completely at fault here. the situation is fucked on a lot of levels and everyone’s just kind of using her being a lesbian as an easy cop out to blame it on. as a lesbian i feel like i need to stand up for her but also im low key scared of my brother. if you have any advice i’d love to hear it but if you don’t or just want to ignore this, no worries!! big fan of you and your blog .. ok thx bye :)

oh wow anon, thats a really difficult situation! i think youre right, liz is absolutely not in the wrong and she doesnt owe it to anyone to come out. also, huge dick move that your brother was going to leave his fiance!!!!

im really sorry youre having to deal with this. im not sure if youre out to your family or not, but i think if you can stand up for her without putting yourself in danger you should try. but if you arent safe to come out/defend her, you don’t have any obligation to put yourself in danger. i think the best thing to do here is try to talk to liz and your brothers (ex?) fiance, and see what they think/what they need from you in terms of support.

i hope this all works out all right!

#ask #anon #flattered you like my blog so much! #again i hope everything goes alright anon pls lmk how it turns out !

[bottlewoman]

Back from visiting the in laws, Uncle is still alive despite everything.

He's in the critical care unit and if you want to go to his room and visit you're required to wear gloves, gowns, etc. Only 2 people can visit at a time.

Fiance and I visited the evening we arrived and Uncle was sedated so we just spoke with his family in the waiting room.

I felt bad for other visitors because the in laws had completely taken over the waiting room. Uncle has several adult children, most of whom are married, and most of the married ones have children of their own so they were all there. Plus a few cousins and niblings.

The night before Fiance and I arrived, the family refused to leave after visiting hours. At that time doctors had advised that Uncle might not make it through the night, so everyone wanted to be there in case of his passing. It turned into a bit of a clusterfuck and security got involved to remove most of them.

The in laws took deep offence at that. Which is understandable to an extent, but that many people trying to stay the night at Uncle's bedside just disrupts the work that the medical staff is trying to do and disturbs what little peace there is for other patients. The staff aren't trying to be total dicks, they're trying to maintain a proper environment for them to work in and for patients to rest and heal.

Anyway, the day after Fiance and I arrived, the medical team treating Uncle needed to change up his care. The breathing tube was moved from his mouth as that was beginning to cause issues, and surgically moved to his throat. I think the procedure was a tracheostomy.

Today he was awake and mom and dad in law visited him. Uncle wasn't able to talk much, that's difficult for him, but apparently what he was capable of communicating was him largely accepting that he's not getting better. Mom in law was not happy about that.

Mom in law kept insisting when we were up there that Uncle is a fighter, that he'll pull through and get better. Like, good on her for her optimism but when she was telling Fiance about today's visit she was saying that if Uncle was going to act like that than she'll not visit again until he's home. Fiance gently told her to rethink that stance lest she miss her chance to say whatever she feels still needs to be said.

Uncle is nearly 80 years old, he's already been in the hospital for more than a month fighting multiple infections, and we found out that before his hospitalization he was diagnosed with cancer (I don't know what type) and was deferring chemo for reasons???? Short of a miracle, the man's not getting better.

I understand why Mom in law wants to hide behind hope and not face the looming loss of her uncle. She's already lost both of her parents and Uncle is the last parental figure she has left. Losing your parents is hard. It flat out sucks. It's only been 10ish months since I lost my own mom. I know how much it hurts. But at the same time, it's how life works out. All of us eventually lose our parents. All of us eventually lose the adults who loved and cared for us. We need to accept it to the best of our abilities and continue living on as well as we can. I think that mom in law's defensive optimism is only going to hurt her worse in the end. Idk, I don't know anything.

On the plus side we got to see brother and sister in law and baby niece. Brother in law was playing with the baby and she vomited in his mouth which was a good laugh for the rest of us.

#bttlwmn txt

[master-thief-gray-shadow]

So I’m finally sitting down and watching My Life as a Villainess and

Like all the solutions to your problems are just to be nice to people, Catarina

#i'm only like halfway through the first episode so there's definitely still room for developments #but like #all she has to do is not be a dick to her brother and fiance #my life as a villainess #gray posts

[neosunflower18]

NCT DREAM 00Line: All About Luv Series

“we could talk it out but you love to fight? right?”

pairing ✂ lee jeno x fem!reader (oc)

genres ✂ enemies to lover au, office romance, a lil drama, smut, adulthood

warnings ✂ thicc sexual tension, kind of overprotective brother!johnny, bickering, jeno being a dick, hate sex, jealousy, miscommunication, cheating (not really but you get the idea), jeno has a humongous pride, slow burn, teasing, oral sex (both fem & male receiving), smut, jeno is really kinky, bratty!oc, slight bondage, skirt kink (?) strictly consensual, alcohol consumption, profanities.

summary ✂  Being the best CEO Lee.Corp has ever seen, was Lee Jeno’s main objective. He has rules set in place for everyone to follow. When Seo Baram, the overqualified secretary of his father, threatens to break every single rule Jeno has ever placed, it gets vicious between them and soon the fine line between hatred and lust gets blurred.

misbehave (coming soon)

“baby, I just gotta know the answer, who's the one you think of night and day?”

pairing ✂ na jaemin x fem!reader (oc)

genres ✂ friends to lovers, kind of co-workers(?), love triangle au, adulthood

warnings ✂ mentions of arranged marriage, mentions of family issues, oc is really really cold and kinda mean at first but we love character development, jaemin calls oc by pet names, shower sex, thigh riding, oral sex (both fem & male receiving), size kink, smut, strictly consensual, profanities.

summary ✂ Running away from her arranged marriage in China, Meixing seeks refuge with Renjun and his hot roommates. Jaemin’s growing interest in Meixing rubs Renjun the wrong way putting a strain on their friendship. When Meixing’s fiance comes to Korea looking for her, Jaemin’s competition doubles. And just so you know... he hates losing. 

who do you love? (coming soon)

“perfect with no reasons, reasons are for people you meant to lose”

pairing ✂ huang renjun x fem!reader (oc)

genres ✂ strangers to lovers, single parent au, romance, adulthood, smut, mutual pining

warnings ✂ mentions of strained parent relationships, unrequited love, horrible ex boyfriend, smut, teasing, public sex, teasing, fingering, oral sex (both fem & male receiving), dirty talk, choking, very very slight corruption kink, strictly consensual, profanities.

summary ✂ After the major heartbreak he suffered, Renjun is desperately trying to find someone that will help him fix his broken heart. Meeting Song Haewon might be the cure to all of his problems if he can get her to like him. But he’s unaware that she has problems of her own, like a five year old called Eunhae.

someone’s someone (coming soon)

“I could write a million songs but I know it's not enough, cause she probably doesn't even know this song's about her.”

pairing ✂ lee donghyuck x fem!reader (oc)

genres ✂ one night stand to lovers, rockstar!haechan, adulthood

warnings ✂ huge male pining, slow burnish, public sex, smut, teasing, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, choking, bondage if you squint, switch!haechan and brat tamer!haechan, mirror sex, strictly consensual, alcohol consumption, cheating profanities.

summary ✂ Dumping his girlfriend of many years all Donghyuck or better known publicly as Haechan wants is a good fuck. He gets it all right. But what he didn’t expect was to get hooked on his one-night stand. It’s going to be hard to to pursue her as she’s never been one to break rules and the first rule in her book: no celebrities. 

she’s the one (coming soon)

#haechan #jeno #jaemin #renjun #nctsmut #nct smut #haechansmut #haechan smut #jenosmut #jeno smut #renjun smut #renjunsmut #jaeminsmut #jaemin smut #nct series #nctseries #nctdream #nct dream smut #nctimagine #nct imagines #nct au

[iguana-eyanna]

The Blood Within Us Chapter 12

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Pregnant! Reader

Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes she’s not the only one with secrets of her own?

Warning: abusive parent, drug overdose, death of family members (not the reader)

It felt like last night was a blur. From the sudden pain to Bruce helping you through in the nice warm bathtub, you must have fallen asleep. You don't remember Bruce draining out the water and carefully take care of you as he dried you off and slipped on a comfortable pair of undergarments on you.

You stirred in your sleep, feeling a bit sore from the other night. But what almost woke you up was a voice speaking softly.

"You gave us quite a scare last night." a gruff voice said.

You realized that it was Bruce, who placed himself beside your legs, talking to your belly. You decide not to open your eyes and listen to his conversation with your little girl.

"I swear I swallowed my heart when I saw your mother in pain. I thought I almost had to deliver you, and you're not quite done growing yet." Bruce said, referring that you were nearing your second trimester.

"But I can't wait to meet you. I'd never been more excited for anything. I thank your mom for giving me this, a second chance to be in your life. I know I'm far from being forgiven for missing so much but, I'm here for you and your brothers... I promise to stay for all of you."

He pauses for a moment, grinning to himself as he could visibly see that you weren't sleeping anymore as your breathing changed.

His silence makes you realize that you're caught red-handed, so you fluttered your eyes open, contently smiling at your fiance.

"You're really sweet, you know that right?" you murmured as sleep was escaping you. Bruce rolled his eyes playfully and climbed his way behind you, taking in the faded scent of lavender from your bath.

"You're feeling better?" He asks. You nod your head yes as both of your hands cradle your belly, looking at how the bruise has faded over the past days.

"I love being here, I haven't enjoyed such a peaceful time." you said out loud.

"But?" Bruce said, looking at you.

You twist around to face him, placing a hand on his burly chest.

"I think it's time to go home. Not that it's a bad thing, but I'm so scared that these past days would just..." You don't finish your sentence, too afraid of what Bruce may think.

"You think that this is like a honeymoon stage." You nod again, softly biting the bottom of your lip.

Bruce releases a sigh as he brings you closer as he could with your belly in the way.

"I will not stop loving you, darling. You're all I ever wanted and even more. You've given my kids a mother and you're going to be even a great one once our little girl is born." He said, touching your belly softly.

"And I'll remind you why I love you for infinity and little after that." You sniffled for a bit, as Bruce kissed the top of your head, then the tip of your nose, then at your lips.

His kiss was blissful, making you feel warm inside. He pulls away, seeing how all of your worries washed away.

You push away strands of hair away from his face.

"Let's go home?" you ask.

"Let's go home." he says.

You both get out of the bed to start packing. Once you were done, Bruce took all of the things in the back of the car and helped you walk down the stairs. Bruce quickly pulls out the phone and calls Dick to say that both of you are arriving soon. After the call, he helps you in the car and starts the ignition. Once he pulls out of the dirt driveway, you look back to the cabin and smile to yourself at all the happy memories you've made. You look back to Bruce and silently agreed that you'll come back here again, but with all of your family.

Later on, you realized that you have entered Gotham as the country skies turned into a dull gray. It wasn't far on till you reach the manor, where you see Alfred and the boys standing by the entrance of the manor.

Once you pull in, you immediately get out of your side and your sons raced down the steps to hug you.

"I missed you, boys." You murmured to all of them.

"We missed you more." Dick said.

You let them go, but Damian is still hugging you from the side. You ruffle his hair softly and smile at him, not minding he doesn't want to let go yet.

Jason and Tim were already taking out your luggage as Dick and Bruce were lightly talking. Dami let you go as Alfred greeted you, taking you by the arm as you head inside. “How was your vacation, Alfred?” You ask.

“Quite refreshing, but I was ready to go home.” He said, agreeing with him.

Alfred had to excuse himself as you made your way to upstairs to the study room.

You sit on the couch, breathing steadily as you see Bruce who’s leaning on the door frame.

“You know we can wait for a little bit.” Bruce said, as he could see you're eager to talk to your family.

“I’m done waiting, Bruce. It’s time that they know.” You said.

Bruce calls your sons as they make their way upstairs and he sits by you, kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry about anything.” He murmured.

All you could give him was a nervous smile as the boys started to flood in.

“Are you guys okay?” Dick asked.

You take a deep breath as Bruce holds your hand in support.

“We’re fine, but um… we wanted to talk to you about some things. It’s time that you know about my past.”

“Ma, you don’t need to tell us.” Jason said, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“I want to, Jason.” You reassured as you begin to talk about what you’ve been avoiding for so long.

“I don’t know how my birth parents met, but somehow they had me. My uh, my birth mother…” You started to tear up, nearly choking till Bruce wrapped an arm around you for support.

“My birth mother was very abusive. She would sometimes lock me in the apartment where we lived. I would starve sometimes and I had to make myself meals by the time I was five. There was this jam jar that was one the top shelf that I wanted to eat and I almost grabbed it and it shattered on the floor. She came and saw it happening and she… she would hit me and scream that I was a mistake.”

The boys were silent, looking at you with wet eyes.

You found your inner strength and continued your story.

“I just turned 9 and I woke up to see my mom on the couch, still like a statue. I told her to wake up and I knew something was wrong. I walked out of the apartment and knocked on my neighbor's door and told them what happened. Soon, the police came and the morgue took the body away, all I could hear was that she had an overdose. I was in the system for a few weeks until my great aunt heard of me and took me in. Life became better.

It wasn’t until junior high when I started to wonder who my dad was. One night when my great aunt was sleeping, I looked in all of my files about myself in a folder she received from the police. My birth certificate didn’t have his name and I just thought he was dead or long gone. It wasn’t until I saw a bank statement under my name and saw who’s been transferring money since I was born: Harvey Dent.

Everyone knew who he was, he was Gotham’s best attorney. He had a recognition like no other. Then without thinking, I sent him a letter to his office. I told him everything about me and how I think he may be my father. I sent him so many letters but he never wrote back. I soon stopped after my great aunt passed before I graduated high school.

From then on, I was alone. All I could focus on was my education and finding my calling. It wasn’t until I was at a part time job at a vintage store that I realized I wanted to make clothes. So I moved on with my life. I never looked back because I knew there would be better things to come. And I found four amazing boys, the love of my life, and a little girl on the way.”

The room was silent for a moment until someone repressed a sob. Your vision focused and saw Tim muffling his cries. “Oh baby.” You said, slowly standing up as he launched himself in your arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he muffles in your chest. All you could do was hug him as close as you could with your stomach in the way.

A minute pass and you two let go, and all eyes are on you.

“I didn’t realize all that pain you went through, if I knew before-” Tim stuttered out.

You place a hand on his shoulder.

“A true mother doesn’t give her children her burdens.” You said.

Dick looks at Bruce who looked solemn in his seat.

“Did you know about this?” Your eldest son asked.

“No, all I knew was about the bank account. Your mother wanted to share with all of you first.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, but how did you start visiting your dad?” Jason asks, not wanting to dehumanize your living parent with his villain name.

“When Dick voiced his concern about the nightmares I’ve been having, I realized I needed to confront all of my anger to someone. One night, I just decided to go to Arkham and see him for the first time.” You said, thinking back.

You were sitting in front of a glass panel with a telephone on your right. Your hands began to sweat as your nausea was building up. But you repressed the feeling and you hear a door swing and see the man you’ve waited your whole life sit down in front of you.

You don't even know what to say. This man has caused so much havoc and death to this city, this was the man who killed your son’s biological father.

Why are you here?

You hear a buzzer in the air as you see uniformed people sitting behind the glass.

And you saw him right in front of you.

He takes the phone off the wall and speaks through it.

“If you’re some news reporter wanting a headline, I’m not giving a statement of any kind.” He says in a grouchy tone.

“I’m not here to interview you.” You said through the phone.

He leans in closer to get a proper look at you, and you could visibly see a shift in his mood.

“Who are you?” he says, almost in a whisper.

“I think you know who I am, dad.”

He shushes you quickly, looking side to side.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He says.

“Why do you care? You never even met me.” You spit back, rage in your eyes.

He huffs and purses his lips.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, almost genuinely.

You were about to open your mouth, but the words don’t come out.

“I- don’t know. You’re the last person I ever wanted to see. I just, needed to go somewhere without feeling like i’m falling apart.” You whispered.

The whole city knows about what happened in the museum, how your family is still mourning the loss of your late fiance. Even the people in Arkhum are up to date with the news. But he doesn’t reply, knowing that you were probably not there for sympathy.

“You look like you’ve been through hell.” He says.

You laugh bitterly, shaking your head.

“Thanks.” You said sarcastically.

He gives you a small grin as he seems almost relaxed, this was the first time he has ever had a real conversation without being viewed as some sort of monster.

“You’re here for a punching bag, to take out all of the nasty things that you’ve gone through.”

You sniffled a bit, folding your lips inward.

“Something like that.” You admitted.

He shakes his head up and down, thinking.

“Does anyone know that you’re here?” He asks, referring your family.

You look down in your lap, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m guessing that’s a no.” He says.

“Look, I’m not here to reconcile. But what I want is answers: why did you leave and if you ever gave a damn about me.” You said.

“Do you play chess?” He says out of the blue.

You were speechless for a moment.

“Yeah.” You said with hesitance

“Let’s play. I’ll tell you whatever you want after every match.”

“I don’t understand-”

He cuts you off as a dangerous look is in his eyes.

“Imma be frank, I need complete focus in order to keep myself in control. And it looks like you need something to distract yourself from what you’re going through. It’s killing two birds with one stone.”

A guard comes to collect him and he stands up, looking at you.

“Come on Tuesday nights, biweekly. I don’t want anyone to be suspicious.” He says as he departs from the visiting booth, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

“...and so I did. We only talked if I had a question but we mainly just played. I haven’t seen him since your father came back.” You said, turning to Bruce.

“Will you ever visit him again?” Damian asks quietly.

You shook your head no.

“It was a mistake to visit him in the first place, I was in a state of grief and I thought that was my way of coping.”

The boys don’t interfere with your statement.

“But he’s the only family you have.” Bruce spoke up, taking you all off guard.

“You can’t be serious.” Jason said, confused.

“I get we’re all being more compassionate about things, but he’s in Arkham for a reason.” Dick joined as all he wanted was to protect you.

“I’m the one who put him in there, and the one who originated his path to Two Face. If anything, I’m to blame for the mess we’re all in.”

Bruce gets up and stands in front of you.

“If I ever got the chance to talk to my dad one more time, I would take it. And don’t you still want him to answer why he left?”

You look down on the ground, but Bruce takes your hands for you to lock eyes with him.

“You took a chance on me, why not give a chance on him?”

“I’ll think about it, okay? I don’t want to make any promises.” You said. Bruce nods his head and you both envelop in a tight hug, letting go of all of the turmoil you have faced in your life.

“Mother, what’s on your left hand?” Damian asked out loud.

You lightly chuckle and you look at Bruce had a sly smile.

“Why don’t you tell them?” you murmur with jest.

Bruce looks at his sons with pride. “I proposed to your mother again, and she said yes.”

The boys seemed to change their solemn state into a joyous environment, smiling.

“Congrats you two! When’s the wedding?” Dick said.

“I’m thinking in November? We want to get married before Lily makes her debut.” You said, now attached to Bruce’s hip.

“Wait, that’s what you're naming the baby?” Jason asks.

Bruce smiles and looks down, rubbing your belly.

“Yeah, we’re naming her Lily. But her full name will be Lilith Robin Wayne.” He said.

All of the boys gasp, hearing the middle name.

“You don’t mean…” Tim whispered, as the news was still settling in.

You muffle a laugh but you give a wide smile.

“You boys have given me so much these past years, I only sought it fit that your little sister is named after four amazing brothers.” You said.

And with that, all of the boys hug you and Bruce, never feeling so happy in their lives. All of you squeal in delight as you enjoyed the sweet moment.

“I think it’s time to show you guys something.” Dick said, looking at you and Bruce.

You and him share a confused look but your youngest son takes your hand and out of the study.

“Come! We’ve been waiting impatiently.” Damian said like a kid in excitement (which he was rarely was at times) as Tim and Jason joined in tow. Bruce chuckles and says he’ll join, but he turns to his eldest son.

“I want to talk to you briefly, it that’s okay.” Bruce said.

Dick nods his head and stands in front of his father.

“Your mother told me that you wanted to join the police academy.” Bruce said.

Dick’s mouth is suddenly dry, but he stands his ground.

“I know that kind of gets in the way of night patrol but-”

Bruce places a comforting hand on Dick’s shoulder.

“I want you to do it.” Bruce said, giving a small smile.

“Wha-what?” Dick asks.

“I shouldn’t have put you in the cowl when I left. I see so much of myself in you, but it’s not true at all. You’re better. And the fact you want to protect this city without hiding in a mask makes it more admirable. I’m proud of you Dick, and I want you to follow your dreams.”

Dick’s eyes begin to water and he hugs his father tightly.

The two men stand there for a moment, feeling that they are no longer at odds with the other.

Bruce lets his eldest go and pats him on the back.

“Let’s see you and your brother’s surprise.” Bruce said as Dick lead him to the guest room.

Once they enter, Bruce was at a lost of words.

The room was a forest theme nursery.

You were in the middle of the room, hand on your mouth as you were overwhelmed by your sons’ surprise.

“You did all this?” Bruce asked, joining you at your side.

“Yeah, Tim found what we needed as Jay and I moved the equipment in here. Damian painted the mural of the animals.” Dick said, watching his parents take in the room.

You walk closer to the ivory crib and started bawling as you saw the mobile on top.

“We asked Alfred to find this when he traveled back home. That way, her brothers will always look after her.” Tim said as you stared at the four robins that hung over where your baby will sleep.

“This is so wonderful. Thank you boys.” You said as your still crying. All of your sons began to hug you again, happy that you love it.

Bruce stood at the corner, smiling at the scene. You open your eyes and look at him, whispering to come closer. He obliged and join the hug.

A second later, Bruce gets a buzz in his phone. He looks down on the screen and feels grim.

“I’m sorry, but there’s an emergency in Arkham. Someone escaped.”

All of the boys let go and stare at their father, then to you.

“Go.” You said urgently as the boys headed down to the Batcave.

Bruce kisses you softly and puts a hand on your belly.

“Will you be alright?” He asks.

You nod your head and he leaves you standing the in the middle of the room, feeling your nerves build up and start to wonder.

Who has escaped?

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Errol (Naga) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Human/Male Naga Additional Tags: Cheating, Infidelity, Break-ups, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Secretly In Love, Angst, Sex, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Dom/Sub, Ovipositor, Oviposition, Pregnancy, Babies, Eggs, Egg Laying Words: 7887

A commission for @anjhope1​​! After catching her fiance cheating, the reader breaks up with him and goes home miserable. The ex-fiance's brother, Errol, arrives on his brother's order to get his things from her apartment, but Errol is more interested in taking care of the reader and making sure she's okay. It leads to some confusing feelings and a confession. Please reblog leave feedback!

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You’d had your suspicions for a while, but it wasn’t until you got the message on social media from a girl he’d dated and dumped who had photographic proof of it that you finally had to face the truth.

Your fiance was cheating on you.

Eric was a naga and had been with you for more than five years. He had asked you to marry him, ring and all, on New Years Eve with his family. He had made a big show of it, too. And now, you were going to have to confront him about being a cheating bastard.

The woman who had been dumped told you that he was now dating her friend, and she had gotten the room number where they were supposed to meet. You got to the hotel with your heart in your throat and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” That was definitely Eric’s voice. He had told you that his friend needed help moving and that he’d be staying over to help him. What a good friend he was.

You deepened your voice in an effort to mask it. “Room service.”

“Oh, good, I was wondering if you were ever going to come,” Eric said, and the door swung open. As soon as he saw you, the blood drained out of his already pale face.

“No, wait--”

“Hey, babe, did they bring the right wine this time?” A female voice said from inside.

You took off your ring and threw it in his face and called inside the room, “You can have the bastard.” And walked away.

“Wait, please, this isn’t what you think,” Eric said, slithering quickly down the hall to catch you. He grabbed your arm and you wrenched it violently out of his grasp.

“Babe, who’s this?” The woman said. She was human and pretty, you guessed.

“I’m his fiance,” You retorted. “Oh, sorry, ex-fiance. Don’t worry, he’s all yours.”

“What the fuck, Eric?!” She shouted at him. “Are you kidding me?”

“Rachel, it’s not…” He stuttered. “It isn’t…”

Rachel slapped him and pushed past you toward the elevator, not looking back.

“Babe--” He started, turning back toward you.

“Don’t you dare call me ‘babe,’ you son of a bitch. Why? Why would you do this to me? Why would you waste five fucking years of my life?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you--”

“I don’t give a shit what you meant to do! I want an explanation. Was the sex bad? Do you not love me anymore? Are you just the type of person who has to have a side-chick? What? What about this is good for you? What about all this made destroying our relationship worth it?”

He groaned and scratched his head with both hands. “I… It… I can be anything I want to be with those girls, you know? If I say I’m rich, then I’m rich. If I say I’m successful, then I’m successful, and they don’t know better. They don’t know I have a shitty job that I hate. They don’t know that my girlfriend makes twice as much money as me, that she’s popular with people and everyone likes her better than me, even my own fucking family. They don’t know what a fucking loser I am.”

“And that’s my fucking fault?!” You screamed at him. “You know what you could have done instead of ruining a five year relationship? Gotten fucking therapy! Or, better yet, talked to me about it! I have been nothing but supportive of you. I have encouraged you to leave your job and find a better one. I told you I would support you until you found something that made you happy. You could have gone back to school or done and apprenticeship or vocational work, whatever, and I’d have been there! You could do whatever you wanted, and I would have helped you, and you know that!”

“Right, because you so fucking perfect, huh?” He yelled back. “It’s not enough that you rub your perfect job in my face every day and go around spending whatever you want because you don’t have to worry about money, but you also have to be perfectly supportive and perfectly giving and perfectly loving, too, right? How am I supposed to feel good about myself when you’re always better than me at everything?”

“So, it’s my fault you’re cheating on me because I’m a good girlfriend? Is that what you’re saying to me? I’m too fucking nice, so you had to put your dick in random women to feel better about yourself?” You raised your hands as if surrendering and shook your head in disbelief. “You know what? Fucking forget me. Forget our relationship, forget getting married, forget you ever knew me, forget my fucking face, don’t ever come to my house, don’t ever message me again, delete my number from your phone. As far as you’re concerned, I don’t exist to you, because you sure as shit don’t exist to me anymore.” You turned to leave.

“What about my stuff?” He protested.

“Send your brother to come get your shit,” You said without turning. “If you set foot on my property, I’ll have you arrested for trespassing. I’m not fucking around. I’m so fucking glad you never moved in when I offered. ”

“So that’s it?” He said as you waited for the elevator to come back up. “You’re not even willing to work this out? It’s just over?”

“Get fucked, Eric,” You said, stepping into the elevator. “Oh wait, you already did. Do yourself a favor and sell that ring to pay for a therapist.” And the door closed on him.

As soon as the elevator started to move, you hit the floor and sobbed. Why? Why was he like this? You thought everything was perfect up until a few months ago, and you hadn’t know he felt like this. He always seemed happy. How were you supposed to know otherwise if he never said anything?

How you got back home, you didn’t know, because you didn’t remember it. You grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the freezer and didn’t even bother with a glass. For about an hour, you just sat there disheveled on your couch, crying and drinking.

Sometime later, there was a sheepish knock on your door. You hoped to God that it wasn’t Eric, but when you opened the door, Errol was there. Errol, Eric, and their sister Enya, were all from the same clutch of eggs, so he looked a lot like his brother in that they all had white, black, gold scales, golden eyes, cream colored skin, and blond hair. Errol was a bit larger that Eric, and where Eric wore his hair short, Errol kept his long and braided back. You always thought that it made him look elegant, despite his size. He was still wearing his work clothes, as if he’d just come from his construction job.

You and Errol hadn’t spent much time together alone, since Eric was a little jealous of other men. He’d always been very nice to you, though, and liked you just as well as the rest of his family. He’d even given you advice a few times in the past when you and Eric were fighting.

“Can I come in?” He asked, wincing.

“Did you know?” You asked him, your throat raw and hoarse from crying.

“No, I didn’t know,” He said solemnly.

“Don’t bullshit me, Errol,” You replied harshly.

“I swear I didn’t know. I would have told you, I promise. My brother can be an asshole, but I never thought he would do something like this.” Errol grimaced. “Are you okay?”

“Do I fucking look okay?” You retorted, your voice shaking as the tears returned. “If you’ve come to get his stuff, just get it and leave.”

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about his stuff, I’m here for you,” Errol said. He held up a couple of plastic bags. “I brought take out and ice cream.”

“I’m not hungry,” You said vaguely, but you moved aside to let him in.

“I got alcohol, too,” He said as he slithered inside. “I could make you a Bailey’s float.”

You sighed and sniffled. “Okay.”

You sat at your table as he bustled around making the drink, laying your tear-flushed face on the cool surface of the wood.

“What did I do wrong?” You asked weepily with your cheek pressed against the table.

“Nothing,” Errol said as he lay the glass in front of you, moving a chair so that he could coil up next to the table. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why did he do it?” You asked, sitting up and taking a watery bite of the ice cream. “Why wasn’t I enough? He said ‘girls,’ which means there’s probably more than the two I know about. How long has he been doing this? Our whole relationship?”

“When he called me to come over here and get his stuff for him, I asked. I’m not sure if he was telling me the truth, but he said it’s only been the last year.” Errol snorted derisively. “Only.”

“How many girls?” You asked.

He shook his head. “He wouldn’t tell me. He kept trying to get me to side with him, but…” Errol rolled his eyes. “I’m not buying anything he says right now.”

“Did he do this to his other girlfriends?”

“Well, you were his first serious girlfriend,” Errol said. “Before you, he only dated casually, so it was never a problem. When he said he really loved you, I thought he meant it.”

“Yeah.” Your lip quivered and you stabbed the spoon into your float. “Me too.”

Errol reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, which you sank into and let loose again, soaking his shirt in tears.

“I’m so sorry,” Errol whispered into your hair.

At some point, Errol put you to bed. You were exhausted and drunk and just wanted to sleep, so he lay you down and left you to it.

When the morning came, you felt like your head had been run over with a truck. You decided to get some coffee going before taking a shower, but to your surprise, Errol was still there. He was in the kitchen on the phone, his hair out of it’s usual braid and tumbling down his shoulders.

“What the hell is wrong with you, dude?” Errol said. You immediately realized he was talking to his brother. “No, I’m not picking up your shit. I don’t care if she burns it all.” He was silent for a moment, and you could hear Eric speaking. “No… No, you’re full of shit. Do you know what a good thing you had? Do you have any idea what I would give to have what you just shit on? …fuck no, I’m not going to talk her into taking you back, are you insane?! Get over yourself… No… No, it’s not happening, you can go fuck yourself right now… Look, I don’t have time for your bullshit right now.”

Errol hung up and turned, startled to realize you were standing there. “Oh, hey,” He said. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great,” You replied honestly. “I didn’t know you were still here.”

“Yeah, you were in bad shape last night and I didn’t want to leave you alone. I slept on the couch, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, no, that’s fine,” You said. “I was just going to make coffee.”

“Oh, I already made some,” He said, going to the coffee pot and pouring you a mugful. “I figured you could use it. I’ve got breakfast coming too, something greasy to absorb all that alcohol.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” You said, sipping the coffee. It was really good, but not your normal brand, though it tasted very familiar. Actually, now that you thought about it, you always drank the gross coffee Eric liked. This was a nice change. “I’m going to take a shower and wash last night off of me. Are you okay here?”

“Yeah, yeah, take your time,” He said, turning to pull down plates and prepare for breakfast.

You were about to turn to the bathroom but stopped. “Errol.”

He looked back up at you. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for… thanks.”

He smiled at you. “It’s no problem at all.”

You took your shower with your head pressed against the tile. Why couldn’t you just forget? Why couldn’t you put all of it out of your mind and stop thinking about it? What would it take to make the pain stop?

The water was cold by the time you got out, and when you went back into the kitchen, the food had arrived and Errol had everything set out on the table. He looked up anxiously when you came in.

“You okay?” He said, concerned. “You were in there for a worryingly long time. I was thinking about going in there if you hadn’t come out in five minutes.”

“I’m fine. Well, not fine, but you know.”

“Yeah,” He said sympathetically. “Try to eat. All you had last night were two bites of ice cream and a lot of alcohol.”

You picked up your fork and speared a sausage. “I must look horrible.”

“Nope, not possible,” He said, tucking into his own plate of food. “A person can look tired and cute at the same time, you know.”

You snorted, prodding your puffy face gently. “You’re too nice. Maybe I should have dated you instead.”

He laughed. “You know, it’s actually kinda funny, I was going to ask you out back in college before you started dating Eric.”

“Really?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah, he kind of sniped you, if I’m being honest.”

“I never knew that,” You said. “Did he know you wanted to ask me out?”

“Oh, yeah, I told him,” He said, shoveling eggs into his mouth. “I told him there was a girl at my college who always went to this one coffee shop near campus, and I told him I was going buy you your favorite coffee and cookies as an icebreaker.”

Your head rocked back. “That’s exactly what he did when he asked me out.”

Errol tsked sardonically. “Yeah. I know.”

You scoffed. “Wow, what an absolute asshole.”

Errol shrugged and smiled. “Ancient history now. Do you want some more coffee?”

“Yeah, thanks,” You said as he filled your cup. “This is really good, what is it?”

“Orange and almond mocha.”

You cocked your head. “Wait… isn’t that the blend I drank at the coffee shop? It used to be my favorite.”

“I know,” He said. “I ordered some. I thought it might be a nice pick-me-up. The shit that Eric drinks is revolting.”

“That’s definitely true,” You said, looking at Errol closely. “You remembered what my favorite coffee blend was from five years ago?”

Errol looked up at you. His face seemed carefully blank.

“Yeah, but I mean, it’s no big deal.” He wiped his mouth and sat back. “I should get going, I have work in a few hours. Are you going to be okay here on your own?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I think I’m going to take some personal days.”

Errol nodded.”That’s a good idea. I’ll call later to check on you, okay? If you need anything, just text me.”

“Okay,” You said, feeling a little off-balance.

Errol smiled and let himself out, and you were left standing there, staring after him as an overwhelming sense of realization hit you like a freight train.

…did I date the wrong brother all this time?

Later in the day, Eric called. You almost weren’t going to pick up, but you decided to see what he had to say for himself now that the heat of the moment had passed.

“What do you want?” You said brusquely.

“Why did my brother spend the night at your house last night?” Eric said immediately.

“...excuse me?” You replied, incredulous.

“You heard me. What the fuck was he doing there?”

“I don’t see how that is any of your business.”

“What do you mean, it’s not my business? He’s my brother and you’re my fiance!”

“Ex-fiance,” You corrected him. “First of all, you are the one who told him to come over in the first place. Secondly, I was not obviously doing well last night and he stayed to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid or die in my sleep of alcohol poisoning. And third, and I cannot stress this enough, it’s none of your fucking business.”

“Don’t bullshit me, you know he’s in love with you.”

Your head snapped back in agitation. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, you really don’t know? Ms. Perfect doesn’t know that my asshole brother has had a crush on you for years?”

“You’re full of shit, Eric,” You retorted. “Don’t drag Errol into this.”

“Did you just decide to fuck my brother to get back at me, is that it?”

“Fuck you, Eric!” You hung up the phone and hit the floor, a wave of anguish washing you again. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he have to make everything worse?

The phone rang again, and it was Eric. You decided to block him and be done with it. You got a notification from Facebook, and then Twitter, and then Instagram, all from Eric. Every new notification made your anxiety rise higher and higher until you were balled up on the floor, sobbing again. In desperation, she dialed Errol’s number.

“Hello?”

“Please help,” She begged, weeping. “He won’t leave me alone. He keeps messaging me and calling me. I can’t… I can’t do it…”

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry,” Errol said. He sounded angry.

“Can you come over? Please?”

“Of course, I’ll be right there.”

“Okay. I’m going to turn off my phone.”

“That’s a good idea,” He said. “If I need to, I can message you on your gaming console.”

“Okay,” You said. “Bye.”

He hung up with you and you turned your phone off, sitting on the floor of your kitchen in the blissful silence, unable to get up.

Was that true? Could it be possible that Errol had been in love with you the whole time you’d been dating Eric? He said he’d wanted to ask you out. He remembered tiny details, like what your favorite coffee had been. He made you your favorite dessert when you were miserable without even having to ask what it was. He stayed overnight to make sure you didn’t get hurt or hurt yourself. He bought breakfast and defended you. He didn’t have to do any of that. He was just your fiance’s brother. Ex-fiance.

He arrived shortly after you called him. As soon as he entered the house, before he had a chance to say anything, you reached up, took his face in your hands, and kissed him. For a second or two, there was no reaction, but then he leaned into the kiss, deepening it, savoring it, before abruptly putting his hands on your shoulders and pushing you back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“...why did you do that?” He asked you, his face grim.

“Eric told me,” You said. “He said you’ve been in love with me the entire time I was dating him. Is that true?”

Errol looked down and away. “Look--”

“You told Eric on the phone that you’d have given anything to have what he had. You meant me, right?”

“Please don’t do this.”

“Errol, look at me!” You shouted.

It seemed to take a lot of will, but Errol’s eyes flicked back up to meet yours. They were pleading with you.

“Do you love me?”

His face scrunched as if he were in pain and he swallowed hard, shaking his head slightly. “I don’t…

“Don’t…lie to me,” You said in a tense whisper, tears spilling from your eyes. “Do you?”

Tears began to gather in his own eyes. His response was barely audible.

“…yes.”

“For how long?”

“Since I first saw you in the coffee shop.”

You tried to press forward to kiss him again, but he held you firm, sniffing. A tear rolled down his cheek.

“But I don’t want to be used to get revenge on my brother,” He whispered back, his voice strangled and uneven. “It’s not good for you and it’s not fair to me. You know that.”

Your face crumpled. He was right.

“I’m sorry,” You sobbed, unable to look at him anymore. “I just don’t want to think about him anymore. I don’t want him in my head.”

Finally, Errol pulled you into a hug.

“I know,” He said. His body was tense, as if he were restraining himself. “We can revisit this later. Much later.”

“When?” You asked piteously.

“Not now. Not soon. You need time to heal and I… need to think.”

“I’m sorry, Errol,” You cried into his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never saw it.”

He laughed slightly. “It’s not your fault. I got really good at hiding it. And Eric always kept you at arms length from me. I think he was afraid I’d steal you away or something.”

He let you go and you stepped away, looking at the ground in shame.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was using you,” You said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He put his hand under his chin and made you look up at him, his thumb stroking your cheek. “For what it’s worth, I’m relieved the secret is out now. Tiptoeing around you and Eric was exhausting. The engagement was my worst nightmare, because it meant I’d have to just suffer in silence forever.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s over for both our sakes, then,” You said, attempting to smile.

He smiled too, but it was very soft. Gentle. “I don’t… think it’s a good idea for us to hang out together much from now on, at least for a while,” He said, letting go. “But… we can text. We can call. If you need anything, I’m always here for you. That’s always been true.”

You nodded. “I know.” You sighed and took another step back. “I’m going to miss you.”

His smile widened sadly. “I’m not far, but… I know what you mean.”

With the both of you in tears, he turned, opened the door, and was gone. Thirty seconds after he left, however, you got a text.

>Are you okay?

You smiled through your tears, feeling glad and grateful that he was still communicating with you. >No. But I think I will be.

>Good.

>Are you okay? You asked in return.

>Honestly, I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. This was a lot at once.

>Yeah, no kidding. I think I may see a therapist to help me out.

>That’s a really good idea. Maybe I should too.

>I think everyone should at least once.

>Yeah. Do you need anything?

>No, I’m okay. Thank you for everything, Errol.

>It’s my pleasure.

Some time passed. You and Errol talked and texted every single day. Neither of you brought up dating each other and carefully avoided affectionate language. He wanted you to heal and you wanted to give him a fair chance without the cloud of his brother hanging over you.

Talking to him was effortless, like talking to yourself. You each had your own tastes and dislikes, but you both loved a lot of the same things and had similar desires. You both loved your jobs, enjoyed the same music, gushed over books you’d read, and liked playing board games. One of your favorite things to do was watch movies remotely over Zoom. It was almost like being on a date, even if you couldn’t be together.

As hard as you tried not to, you compared everything Errol did to Eric. Even still, it was obvious that Errol had always been better suited to you than Eric ever was. It was abundantly clear that you had indeed been dating the wrong brother the entire time.

On what was supposed to be your anniversary with Eric, Errol sent you a link to play a horror game with him. Errol hated anything horror, so instead of spending the day crying and drinking and cursing Eric for being alive, you got to laugh the whole day at how loud Errol screamed when he was startled. It ended up being a wonderful day.

You did see a therapist, as did Errol, and the two of you would talk about your sessions with each other, sharing the advice the counselors had given you. He also sent you gifts through delivery, like the coffee you loved and your favorite treats. Whenever you’d had a bad day or had to deal with Eric due to post-breakup business, a treat would arrive the next day, and it always put a smile on your face.

You were worried that all the time apart might change how Errol felt, but he never wavered. You woke up every day to a text saying good morning, and went to bed after talking to him for at least an hour about your day. After a month, you realized that a day or two would go by when you wouldn’t think of Eric at all. You hadn’t thought that would be possible when you first broke up with Eric, and he did still haunt your thoughts most of the time, but the respite from the emotional distress of thinking of him, even for a short time, was wonderful.

Three months after the breakup and his confession, you, Errol, and your therapists all decided that you were ready to date again. That same day, Errol showed up on your doorstep with flowers. The sight of him was like breathing fresh air after being underwater.

“Hi,” He said, smiling brightly.

“Hi,” You replied, stepping forward to pull him into a hug. He reciprocated without hesitation.

“So…” He said, not letting go. “Do you want to go out with me tonight?”

“Yes,” You said, cuddling him closer.

He pulled back and kissed you for a very long time, tasting your lips and teasing his tongue just inside your mouth. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours and just looked at your face, touching your cheeks with his fingertips. Eventually he stepped back.

“Let’s go.”

Dating him was amazing. He knew everything there was to know about you, so he took you to places you loved, to all your favorite restaurants, to concerts he knew you’d enjoy. It was like you’d been dating for years already, even though it was just a few weeks. You made out like teenagers, hot and heavy, but he was careful about being intimate too quickly, though, still fearful about being a rebound. You respected that.

You were already talking about the future, though. You both wanted to get married eventually and to be parents before you turned thirty. Before breaking up, you had been talking about having kids with Eric, which was something he had expressed interest in during the start of your relationship, but recently he had been making excuses, like he didn’t have enough in savings or he didn’t feel ready. You guessed you knew why now.

You were worried that his family would be angry with you for ending your relationship with Eric and dating Errol, but they seemed completely understanding. It was likely they were also aware that Errol had been in love with you forever, and the fact that Eric cheated on you wasn’t something they were proud of. You were still warmly invited to all the family gatherings with Errol, and while having Eric there was a little awkward, his seething anger at seeing you happy with Errol was the best revenge you could have asked for.

“They let everyone in the office have the day off. Do you want to hang out today?” You asked Errol one night after about a month and a half of dating.

“Ordinarily I’d love to, but I’m feeling kinda weird today. Squishy. I think I’m going to have my period soon.”

He wasn’t being hyperbolic; nagas with male sex organs both created the eggs and fertilized them, but they didn’t have a womb or cavity in their bodies where the eggs could incubate, which is why they needed people with uteruses to propagate the species. It took a month for the eggs to develop inside them, but after that, they could implant them into another person’s body at any time they chose. However, after a year, the eggs died naturally and were expelled from their bodies, therefore, male nagas experienced periods once a year. Eric usually went to a specialized facility where the eggs would be humanely disposed of.

“Are you sure? Isn’t it rather soon for that.”

“I went into heat last week. The eggs usually die quickly after that.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize,” You said. “Why did you go into heat? That typically only happens when nagas in a sexual relationship with someone, right?”

“That, and if you’re experiencing extreme sexual needs that aren’t being met.”

“Oh. Ohhh…” You hissed in a breath. “Is it because of me?”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” He reassured you. “It’s my problem. I’ll take care of it.”

You were silent for a moment of deep contemplation. He seemed to sense you were thinking about something.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Do you think the eggs are still viable?”

It was his turn to be silent. “Um… maybe. Probably. I think it’ll be another week before I need to go in to evacuate them. Why do you ask?”

“I was just thinking…” You said slowly. “We both said we wanted kids. And I know we’re just starting out, and this is super sudden, and it probably doesn’t even make sense to do this now, and we haven’t even had sex yet, but… oh, god, I’m rambling…” You sighed heavily. “If you’d like, we can wait until next year when we’ve been together for longer, but… it just seems like this is a good opportunity. It… feels right, you know what I mean? If that’s what you want.”

He took another moment of silence to think really hard about what you were saying. “Are you sure about this, honey?” He asked you finally.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am,” You said resolutely. “I love you, and I’m in a good place, both emotionally and financially. I’m ready to be a mom. I have been for years.” You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt anxiously. “Is this something you want? I mean… I totally understand if it isn’t. If you want to wait, that’s fine with me. I just… I want to do this.”

His voice turned sultry. “You really want my eggs?”

You grinned and bit your lip. You’d learned through hints in conversations you had with him that he had a little bit of a breeding and pregnancy kink.

“Yeah. But we should act fast if we want them to take.”

“I’ll be right over,” He said, and the phone clicked.

You immediately went into the bathroom to get ready, feeling nervous. There was a weight of expectation on you, not just because you were talking about getting pregnant, but also because of how long Errol had wanted to be with you. You were scared that you wouldn’t live up to his expectation.

He arrived shortly after, looking excited and nervous. You pulled him into your arms and kissed him. He was shaking.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He said, touching your face reverently. “I’ve just… I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. I can’t believe it’s actually happening.”

You smiled softly at him. “Come on.” You took him by the hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. He took a deep, shaky breath and followed.

Once in the room, he pulled you in and kissed you again, deeper this time, more probing, his body pressed flush against yours.

“I’m not sure how to… begin…” He said. “I don’t know what you like and don’t like yet.”

“We can learn as we go,” You said. “We don’t have to rush.”

“Well, what do you like? Do you have any kinks I should know about?”

You laughed. “I have a few, I guess.”

“Tell me about one,” He said.

Instead of telling, you knelt down and sat on your knees with your butt resting on your feet, perched forward on your hands, and looked up at him through your lashes.

“What would you like me to do for you?” You asked, biting your lip.

His eyebrows rose and a startled smile spread across his face. “Oh,” He said. Slowly, he took off his long shirt, exposing his torso and the slit on his lower abdomen, usually closed and imperceptible from his scales, but now swollen and puckered slightly. He ran his fingers through your hair where you were crouched on the floor and came close, so that his slit was near your face.

“Touch it for me, sweetie,” He said.

Gently, you circled one finger around the slit, feeling it pulse under your touch. He exhaled sharply and his head fell back, his braid swinging. With your forefinger and middle finger, you stroked it up and down, watching it open slowly. You leaned forward and kissed it, and he spasmed, groaning.

Gradually, two dicks emerged from his slit, a long, thin one with a spear-like head, and a shorter, thick one with a bulbous head. You knew each had a different purpose. Normally, the thin one would be retracted so that nagas could just enjoy sex, but the thin one was an ovipositor. It’s what implanted the eggs. You knew not to touch it, since it secreted a numbing agent that made implanting the eggs easier.

“Now?” You asked.

“Not yet,” He said. “You’re not ready yet. Stand up.”

You obeyed, and he began to undress you. You started to help, but he said, “No, no, let me do it.”

You put your arms back down and let him peel your clothes off. And then he just looked at you.

“Stand still,” He said. “Stay quiet.”

You nodded, obeying.

“Good girl,” He whispered. “That’s my good girl.”

He started with your shoulders, letting his fingers run over your skin, down your arms, up your sides, caressing your breasts, down your belly, and reached one hand between your legs. You gasped.

“Shh,” He said. “Stay silent.”

It was a hard order to follow, as he touched your pearl and massaged it slowly, running a finger inside your slit as he did. Your breathing was uneven and you had to bite a finger, but you managed to be quiet.

“You can make all the noise you want soon,” He promised seductively. “I just want to test how good you can be for me.”

You nodded again, your body shivering at his touch.

He brought his face very close to yours, so that your lips were mere millimeters apart, but stopped short of actually kissing you. You could feel his cool breath on your neck and chest, and it made your heart race.

“You’re getting there,” He said, pushing a finger inside your entrance. You inhaled, but bit down on your cheek to stay silent.

“Good girl,” He said, pulling his finger out. "Lay face down on the bed and lift your ass up. Spread your legs open.”

You nodded again and followed his orders, doing exactly what he asked of you. He slithered up behind you and went back to touching between your legs with one hand, the other sliding up and down your spine. You felt him sink down and kiss your thighs.

“You can moan for me, darling,” He said.

You were happy to obey, and whimpered against your pillow as he licked a long stripe from behind, kneading your buttocks as he did. He moaned as he sucked on you, your legs shaking. He pressed his thumb into you as he sucked, and you thought you were going to cum. He stopped just before that happened, leaving you feeling desperate.

“Good,” He said. “You’re perfect.” He crawled over you from the back so that his face was next to yours and he kissed you. “Are you still sure about this? We can just have sex, I don’t have to breed you.”

“You want to, don’t you?”

“Don’t worry about what I want right now, are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes,” You simpered. “I want it. Give them to me. Please. I want them.”

He bit his lip, looked at you like you were something he wanted to eat, and grinned. “Good girl.” He went out of view then, and you felt his hands on your hips.

“Be still,” He said. “Let me in.”

You nodded, and felt the slim tube enter your body. The anesthetic began working immediately, so you only had a vague sensation of it pushing all the way in, penetrating your womb, and fixing itself there.

“Are you hurting, love?” He asked as he lay over you, putting his arm under your head so that you could lay on it and resting his body on top of you. Your hips were still in the air and your stomach wasn’t touching the bed.

“No, I’m okay,” You replied.

“Good,” He said, sounding a bit strained, his body tensing. His stuttering breath blew through your hair. “It’s starting.”

He grunted, but you couldn’t tell if it was in pleasure or pain. His breathing was sharp and punctuated as the egg moved down through the ovipositor and into you. You could feel a small swell in your stomach, but it wasn’t painful. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder and relaxed and shuddered, gasping.

“Did it hurt?” You asked.

“Not exactly,” He replied a little breathlessly. “It feels good, but it’s also a bit of work to push it out. Sorry this isn’t as sexy as you might have hoped.”

“Who said it wasn’t?” You replied, nuzzling him. “It’s like a special kind of foreplay. Besides, I’m really enjoying all the sounds that are coming out of you.”

“I can feel that,” He said, laughing. “You keep squeezing me.” He tensed again and started grunting, hugging you tightly.

“You’re doing great,” You told him.

“This is… harder than I thought it would be,” He said stiltedly. You could feel the sweat from his brow dripping on your skin.

“You can do it,” You said, kissing his arm as it gripped you and biting his thumb. “How many do you think there are?”

“I think three,” He said. He exhaled forcefully, and you felt another swell slip into you as he panted.

“One more, honey,” You said. “Deep breaths.”

He snickered, and then groaned. “Okay…” He said. He gripped you hard as the last one came and passed through. You were beginning to feel a full sensation in your belly and felt glad this was the last one.

Once it was out, the ovipositor retracted and he flopped onto the bed, gasping like a fish.

“Whoa,” He said. “Laying them in a person is way different than disposing of them.”

“How so?” You asked, moving to lie on your side so that you could touch him. He was clammy and cold.

“That felt great,” He said, looking over at you and smiling. “Like, it hurt a bit, but it felt like a small orgasm every time.”

“Probably a biological incentive to procreate,” You said, kissing his chest and neck.

He snorted. “Probably.” He looked at you with his eyes half lidded. “It’s going to be a few minutes until you get the feeling back down there. Why don’t you spend some time and play with me?”

“Is that an order?” You asked.

“Do you want me to punish you?” He asked.

“Maybe I’ll like it,” You said with a smirk.

He took you by the chin and made you look down at the second, larger cock, which was still erect and bobbing. “Touch me.”

You went down and sat astride his tail so that he could watch you take his cock in your hand, and begin to slowly pump it up and down.

“Hmm, that’s good,” He said with a satisfied sigh. “Let me know when your feeling comes back. We don’t want to waste time.”

“I will,” You said, stroking him. Your stomach felt tight, so you rubbed it as you touched him, drawing his eye. He watched you hungrily.

“I can’t believe you did that,” He said, smiling at you.

“We’re only half-way there,” You told him. “Don’t get too excited.”

He bucked his tail and nearly knocked you over onto the bed, making you shriek and laugh.

After a few minutes of teasing and touching and good-natured laughter, the feeling began to return. You started rocking on his tail to be sure, and realized that you were extremely sensitive.

“It’s back?” He asked

You nodded, pleasuring yourself against his body.

“Good. Lay down.”

You obeyed, and he moved to lay on top of you, his tail between your legs and his slit lining up with yours, kissing you deeply and rolling your nipples in his fingers. He pushed himself inside you as he kissed you, careful not to go too deep, as the ovipositor had made you a little sore. You rolled your body against his in time with his thrusts. You were so sensitive that you could already feel the crest of ecstasy beginning to wash over you.

“I love you so much,” He whispered against your skin. “I’m so happy.”

“I love you,” You replied, your hands in his hair as he moved inside you with purpose, precision. “I’m close. I’m so close.”

He stopped immediately, and you groaned shrilly, the sensation of denial sending a shiver up your back.

“Not yet,” He said, biting your lower lip. “Not until I say. Be a good girl.”

You nodded, panting and trembling, but your body was betraying you, writhing desperately against him, trying to regain the friction.

“Be still,” He said. “I’m not going to move again until you be still.”

You squealed in need, but you did your best to make your body stop clutching at him. It took a minute, but you managed to settle down.

“Good,” He said, slowly moving inside you again. “Good girl.”

“Cum inside me,” You begged. “Please.”

“I will,” He said, kissing you. “When I want to. Be patient and I’ll reward you.”

Your body was wound so tightly that you thought you were going to explode, practically vibrating underneath him. The sight of it made him grin.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said, licking your earlobe, still keeping the maddeningly slow pace. “Do you want it that bad?”

“Yes!” You groaned. “Yes, please. Errol, please.”

He thrust sharply, but not hard, and you nearly came undone. You cried out, about to snap like a string.

“Are you always going to be a good girl for me?” He whispered sinfully.

“Yes!”

“Do you promise me?”

“Yes!”

“Say it. Say ‘I promise.’”

“I promise, I promise, please!”

His thrusts became targeted again. “Beg me some more.”

“Errol, please! Please let me cum, please!” You cried. Every muscle, every nerve in your body was screaming for release.

“You can cum when I tell you to,” He said, though his movements were extremely efficient now. He was very good at drawing this out.

“I can’t take it, please!” You begged.

“One more time, say you love me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I love you! I love you so much! Please!”

From there, he wasted no time, slamming himself into you with speed. In no time at all, you were a screaming, shaking mess underneath him, thanking him over and over. The tension in his body and the sudden shout and moaning from him told you that he had reached his peak too.

“Not yet,” He gasped, rearing up. “I’m not done yet.”

He had leaned up so that he could look down at you and put his hand on your stomach, feeling the new hardness there. He kept going, pistoning against your body, snapping his hips against you, and rode the wave for a second time, all focus and concentration.

The both of you came one final time before he collapsed on the bed beside you, sucking in air as hard as you were. For a few minutes, all you could do was breathe.

After some time, he left the bed and went into the bathroom, and you heard the water in the tub running. You were barely conscious when he came back and lifted you out of the bed, taking you into the bathroom, and lay you down in the warm water of the bath. You were so tired and boneless that you could hardly raise your head, so he carefully, lovingly washed your body, paying special attention to your belly.

“Are you alive?” He asked after some time of sitting next to the tub, watching you drift in and out.

“I think so,” You replied, opening your eyes to smile sleepily at him. “Do you think they took?”

“We won’t know for a while. You should take it easy until then.” He smoothed the hair away from your face and stroked your cheek. “You’re going to have my babies,” He said, laughing a little.

“I hope so,” You said, taking his hand and kissing the palm.

“Eric is going to be pissed,” Errol said, snickering.

You snorted. “Honestly, I haven’t thought about him once today. This isn’t about him.”

Errol kissed you. “You’re right. It isn’t. It’s about us.” He lay his hand on your stomach and smiled gently. “All of us.”

Only one of the eggs took, but that was okay. Errol’s parents were overjoyed to learn they’d be getting a grandchild. Both you and Errol decided Eric could learn it on Facebook, like all the other strangers and acquaintances in your lives.

You took maternity leave so that you could pass your gestational time in relative peace. Errol fussed over you, making sure you ate properly and went with you to all your appointments. You made the decision to lay the egg at home instead of the hospital, and Errol’s sister acted as the midwife. It was the toughest work you’d ever done, and Errol was the best cheerleader you could have asked for.

Errol took paternity leave, like you had done, since he couldn’t leave the egg, anyway. He incubated the egg for the rest of the gestation period, curled up around it day and night. Errol’s son, Ewan, was born six months after being conceived, and within another year, you and Errol were married.

You often wondered if things had been different, if you had dated Errol from the beginning instead of Eric, if you’d be as overjoyed as you were at the moment. But then you figured that wondering about what ifs was a waste of time. You had a happy family to look after now, after all, and another clutch on the way. There was no time to worry about the past. The future was right in front of you.

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Fluffy Saturday 3

Cuddles make everything better

Thanks to @tim-drake-is-underrated who wrote and edited this with me!!! I know this is not a Saturday, but better late than never :D!!!!

Marinette was in pain and she was bleeding. Unfortunately, this was normal and she couldn't do anything other than just woman up and take it. She was on her periods. And it hurt like hell. She had cramps, bad cramps. All she wanted was to die now.

Fortunately, she had beaten Hawkmoth and was on a break right now. In Gotham. She was taking a break in Gotham?! You mean the crime capital, Gotham? Like where the most dangerous villains stay, that Gotham?!

Yes to all of the above. She was on a break in Gotham with her fiance and his family.

She was celebrating with her lovely nerdy fiance Tim and his family. They helped her a lot in discovering who Hawkmoth was. She and Tim met when he was in Paris for a business meeting with MDC, or her. Their meeting went well and soon she was collaborating with Wayne Enterprises.

"Bean? You okay?" Tim came into the room they were sharing in the Wayne Manor.

"No, I am in pain," Marinette said, making grabby hands at him.

"What’s wrong?" Tim climbed into their bed and took her in his lap.

Marinette immediately clung to him. "I am on my periods and I have really bad cramps." Marinette snuggled into Tim's chest while he rubbed her back.

"That sounds hard babe. You know what? Lie down and I'll grab you a hot water bottle. Okay?" Marinette got off his lap with a 'hm' sound and Tim kissed her forehead.

"I love you."

"Love you more Bean." Tim plugged in the heating bag and grabbed some chocolates from the cupboard. "I've heard chocolates help during these times? I don't know how, but do you want some?"

"Where did you know all of this? And yes, I would love some chocolates."

"I do have a sister and some female friends and you're not the first person I have ever dated, Bean."

"Valid." Only someone as sweet as Tim would understand that periods are painful and that the females are not being drama queens when they say that it hurts. That the women or girls are not weak when they are in pain because the cramps are so bad.

"Okay, the bottle is warm now."

"Thanks a lot, Timmy. You're really sweet." Marinette put the bottle on her stomach and Tim gave her the chocolates. She once again made grabby hands at Tim. "Cuddle me. I want cuddles."

"If it will make it better."

"Cuddles make everything better." Before Tim was even fully laid down, Marinette had snuggled into him. "Why are you so adorable Timmy?"

"You think I am adorable?"

"If I didn't think you were adorable I wouldn't have said yes to marrying you." Tim kissed the crown of Marinette's head. It was peaceful for a while before Marinette winced in pain because damn it hurt so much. She snuggled even more into Tim. "I hate it."

"I’m sure it's painful Bean, but it's gonna be okay. Do you need any meds?" Marinette just shook her head.

"Just stay here with me? Physical contact makes it better."

"I got you."

Time passed by and before long Marinette was asleep. He glanced at her and chuckled. She was adorable even when she slept. He took out his phone and began scrolling through it. There were emails about work, a lot of them. He ignored them in favour of admiring his sweet fiancée.

Some time passed and Marinette stirred. Tim looked at her, concerned. She groaned, her face scrunching up in pain. “What’s wrong, Bean?” Tim asked, rubbing her back comfortingly, silently telling her she was not alone and that he’s got her.

"It's really painful. I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep again."

"Do you wanna do something else? Like watch movies?" Tim asked, softly. He wished he could take away her pain. Sadly, he couldn't.

"Yeah, That sounds great." Marinette looked at Tim and she was glad that he was there with her. She didn't know what she'd do without him. "Thanks for always being here with me, Tim. I love you."

"I love you too. I can't wait for us to get married and start a family of our own." Marinette blushed. She had thought about that way many times, but discussing it- it felt real. She was going to be married to the love of her life.

Tim chuckled. He liked messing with her. She always got so flustered and adorable. "You're adorable when you're blushing like that." Marinette playfully shoved him away, groaning in pain from the sudden movement. Tim lost his playful-ness and grew concerned. “Bean?? Is everything okay?? I’m so sorry- did I hurt you??-”

"It's okay mon canard. You can never hurt me. It’s the stupid cramps again. I hate being a woman."

Tim immediately softened up, bringing her more close. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

"Just stay with me? that's all I need." Marinette said, looking into his eyes.

"Of course, Bean. Always. In sickness and in health." He said, tenderly kissing her forehead.

She snuggled up to him, closing her eyes in content. "You're really hot."

Tim smirked. "Thanks, for finally acknowledging the fact."

Marinette looked at him for a minute, before she turned red again "Not like that! I mean you’re warm, silly!"

Tim laughed and looked at her touching his nose to her. "You're adorable, like a chipmunk."

“Tiiiim!” Marinette whined. “How dare you tease me when I’m so miserable!” Tears started flowing out of her eyes. Damn the stupid period hormones.

Tim rushed to comfort her. "I am so sorry, Bean! I didn't mean to make you cry! I was just messing with you! I’m sorry if I said something wrong!" He took her hands off her eyes and gently wiped her tears away. "Don't cry."

She sniffled "I'm sorry, it's just these damn hormones going haywire. I don't know what to do anymore."

"Don't worry about it, I’m here for you." Marinette sniffled again and buried her face in his chest. They stayed like that for a while until Marinette was ready to get up.

"Let's go now," Marinette said, getting up. But, her legs wouldn't let her. They hurt on getting up. She was about to fall, but before she could fall Tim caught her.

"You okay?" Tim asked, concerned. She has to deal with it every month. And she had to deal with it, without him, without any help. That thought alone distressed him.

“It huurts,” She whined. Tim looked at her and decided that he couldn’t let her be in any more pain than she already is in. Without warning her he carried her bridal style. Her head snuggled into his chest.

"You comfy?" Tim asked gently. At her nod, they went out the door. He was going to spoil her till she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t deserve any of the pain, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try to take her pain away. Now they had one mission, don't let his brothers see them. They were annoying and wouldn't stop teasing his Bean, and she was in no condition to deal with that right now.

They stopped in the kitchen to grab some snacks, hot tea and some chocolates, in case Mari wanted any. “Anything else you want?” He asked, softly looking at the love of his life.

"Your love." Mari said, giggling a little.

"You already have all of it." Tim said back, softly kissing her forehead. If Marinette was not being carried by him she would've fallen on the floor in a puddle of goo from the look he gave her. It was so full of love and adoration, that look was reserved just for her. That thought made her even more happy.

There was a silent atmosphere, before there was a loud bang sound, that startled them. "Die demon spawn!"

"-TT- taking you in was father's biggest mistake!"

"Guys please don't fight."

"Shut up Dickhead!" "Shut up Grayson!"

Marinette involuntarily flinched from the noise, burying herself into Tim to try and block it out. Before Tim could say anything, Dick entered the kitchen. He paused, taking one look at Mari and her face, which was red and blotchy from pain and crying, he made a knowing face which immediately morphed into one of sympathy “Timmy!” He chided. “Put her down. She’s in pain!”

Tim gave Dick a deadpan look “That's why I have carried her, Dick.”

“Well you’re clearly not doing it right! She’s in pain!”

"You don't know anything, Dick. Mari, should I keep you down? Are you uncomfortable?" Mari, who had buried her face in his chest, looked at him.

"If you are tired, but I am not uncomfortable. I like it like this." Tim smirked at Dick.

"But she's crying."

"She is on her period, Dick. She has bad cramps. Now get out of here before I kill you."

“AWWW! MY LITTLE BROTHER’S ALL GROWN UP!!”

“I can’t say the same thing about you. A wife and kid and you’re still 8 years old.”

“hEY!-”

“Shhhhhh” Mari shushed. “My head hurts!”

"Sorry, Bean." Tim said, adjusting her. "Let's go because someone won't leave us alone." He said pointedly looking at Dick. Marinette waved at Dick.

"Hey Sunshine!" It was peaceful once again before an angry Damian came running.

"GRAYSON! I demand that you tell father to emancipate Todd, right this moment!"

"I am not his son anyway! And neither do I care if he throws me out or not. He has done it once, he can do it twice."

"Li'l D, Little wing, is everything okay? And please don't make so much noise."

"Nothing's okay Grayson!"

"Guys, please don't make so much noise."

"Pixie are you okay? Did Tim do anything? Do I need to skin a Red Robin?"

"What did you do to Malaki, Drake! Did you hurt her?!"

"Why does everyone assume that I hurt her? She has cramps and we’re going now. No, you guys cannot come with us." With that said, Tim made his way to the movie room with Mari still in his arms.

He carefully put Marinette down with the snacks and covered her in blankets. The evening went by with Tim catering to Mari’s every need and Mari finally falling asleep, with Tim’s arm protectively draped over her.

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