my eyes were in heaven

anonymous asked:

I know sketchyy-pencil makes fan art for the ship and well... I'm an angst whore D: can you please make an angst one shot where she cheats on you or something... To tie it with mysme lets pretend she is Jaehee and you are MC lmao

Fuck MC and Jaehee this story is about me and @sketchyy-pencil ( also if you want to send HCS for the ship I guess you can since this was really easy for me to write lmao) 


I never knew life would treat me this way. My life was actually looking great; I had an angel as a S/O, my job was amazing and I was finally happy. Hah. Life’s a bitch. I never knew taking my love to dinner would actually turn into the worst night of my life. During our dinner conversation I noticed she seemed distant. Hell she’s been distant for months. I thought it was her job stressing her out so I made sure everything was in place: having the apartment cleaned, making sure we have everything ready, and having a hot meal waiting for her. Yeah it was hard working and taking care of our home but she was worth it. She was worth my blood sweat and tears. She use to enjoy my cooking till gradually, she stopped eating my food. I already ate don’t worry or I’m not hungry  was the constant excuses she gave me. One night I even decided to run her a bubble bath but she yelled at me saying I was too nice to her. Her words did hurt me but I didn’t pay attention to it because I knew she was stressed. I didn’t pay much attention to her because at the time, I didn’t want our arguments to escalate.

During dinner, I remembered I asked her how was work and she simply took a sip of wine and told me “ I’m in love with someone else”. My heart stopped beating because I looked into her eyes and I knew she was telling the truth. I continue eating my food and told her to answer my question and she did. We didn’t talk much after. We finally made it to our driveway and I went to her side of the door and opened it for her like I always had. Now we are sitting on the couch acting as strangers. I was speechless because I was still trying to comprehend those six words that caused agony within me. I took a deep breath and looked at the floor “ How long was this going on? I won’t get mad at you I promise” I whispered. She ran her fingers through her hair like she always does when she’s nervous “ For 5 months now” she sighed. I cleared my throat and laid down at the couch “ I hope the person makes you really happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world my angel. I love you so much that I prefer your happiness over mine. So I understand why you cheated on me. I was no longer your happiness. I’m sorry for not being enough” my voice hitched.

I felt her eyes pierce through my skin and she started to cry while punching my shoulder “Why aren’t you crying ! Why are you not ha-hating me! Please hate m-me! You were enough you were more than enough! Fucking hate me! Tell me off!! Say you never want to see me again!! ” she screeched. I just laughed while she was hitting me. I finally looked into those beautiful eyes again “There is no point in hitting me angel. Your words already hurt me enough to where a bullet won’t even do shit to me. I might as well add that I can never hate you. I respect and love you so much that my ass will support you in every decision you made. I told you from the beginning, I will stand by your side even if you make the wrong choice. Even if it means you loving someone else.” I uttered. I stood up from the couch and kneeled between her. I grabbed her hands and gently kissed it for the last time. I closed my eyes for a quick second and I felt hot tears rolling down my face. I gazed into her eyes “ I need to know one thing. Just one thing. When did you stop loving me?” I managed to say. It’s easy to see her emotions through her eyes. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and it took all the strength that I had to not wipe her tears away. That was no longer my job no more. She decided to pick someone else for the job and that caused pain to ache into my bones. I felt her fingers try to wipe my tears but I slapped her hand away from my face. Her breath hitched “I ne-never stopped loving you” she whispered ever so gently. Her eyes were telling me the truth but I knew her heart was lying to her mind “Bullshit. You don’t hurt the people you love” I hissed. Tears were caressing her face ever so lightly. She grabbed my hand and forced her fingers to interlock with mine. She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it every so gently. I took my hand away from her and held her hand to my heart, “Remember way back then when we first started talking, you were so hard yet so easy to figure out. Your eyes showed me your soul and it captured my heart. You were my heaven and hell. I’m curious though, do you remember that long message I sent you because you teased me that I couldn’t be sweet?” I mentioned. She laughed and it sounded like angels singing to my ears. She nodded while cleaning her eyes. I fixed her hair because it was covering her face “I still mean every word from it” I stuttered while I got up and kissed her forehead.

She gave me a puzzled look while I went and grabbed a suitcase to pack all my clothes and belongings. It was a half hour later till I had my suitcases at the front door. She told to that she wanted to leave and I told her that I didn’t want to stay because I didn’t want to be surrounded by memories of her. She sat down at the couch and I went to her and outlined a cross to her forehead “I hope God gives you many more blessings and I hope you are happy with your new life and love” I said. She looked at me with fresh tears in her eyes and there was a lump in my throat. I was ready to leave but I stopped and looked back “I will never know where we went wrong but there is one thing that I know” I whimpered. I walked closer to her and I put my hand inside my right pocket taking out a blue velvet small box. I opened it revealing the engagement ring and placed it on the table in front of her. I examined the living room once last time and my eyes finally laid on hers “ I was suppose to give it to you after dinner. It doesn’t belong to me. It was meant for you so you can do whatever you want with it. Thank you. It was an honor having my heart broken by you” I said while tears were running down my eyes. I gave her one last look and walked away.

Goodbye my love.

Extra Angsty Bonus:

I ran down the stairs with the little belongings I had. I heard my name being yelled by her but I kept going down the stairs faster. I finally reached the lobby but she took the elevator and she tried to stop me from leaving. She went on her knees begging me to stay but I pushed her off me and told her to never put her pride down for anyone. I ran through the double doors and made my way through the streets. The cold air was burning my throat and I decided to look back at her for one last time but suddenly everything turned black…..

The Last All-Clear (Part 3)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story is a series of vignettes following the premise: Imagine if Jamie travelled through the stones, but instead of finding Claire in Boston he found himself having arrived years too early, when the War was still happening and Claire had yet to meet him… What would he do?”
  • Formatting note: Bolding in Jamie’s letters = underlining

Previously:

(Part 1) September 17, 1942: A Rusty Nail

(Part 2) December 3, 1942: Comb and Glove



(Part 3) 

1943: Blood and Whisky  


April 29, 1943


“BLOODY—”

I was already falling, stumbling over a rut in the dark. My hands crashed into the side of the shed and I surrendered; let the wall take my weight, wished it would take still more from me. Moving, righting myself—those were foreign, even the prospect of allowing myself to sink to the ground. All I could do, I did: I leaned my forehead against that wall and fell apart. 

Proud of yourself, are you? 

Ruined your goddamn career, Beauchamp. 

It’s over. 

My tears were icy-cold upon my cheek. I’d run out of the surgery tent in nothing more than my smock, and I was shivering so hard my entire body was seizing. Though, truthfully, it mightn’t have been the cold, at all. 

HOW could you be so careless, Nurse Randall??

Don’t you realize what could have HAPPENED, Nurse Randall? 

One more such blunder and I SWEAR, I’ll make it so you’ll never work in the QAs or any civilian surgery again, Nurse—

“Nurse Randall?”

“JESUS H—” I whirled and gasped and choked on a half-uttered sob, but from that familiar ‘RON-dahl’, I knew who it was before I actually saw. 

Danton was slowly rising to his feet a few yards away to my left at the corner of the shed, as though he had been sitting there, enjoying the clear, crisp night. I saw him slip a small book—a diary?—into his jacket pocket before raising both hands in front of him, showing that he didn’t mean to alarm. There was alarm aplenty in his own manner, though, as he took in the sight of me: hair wild from where I’d torn off my cap, front and sleeves and gloved hands covered in blood. 

“Oh, bollocks,” I moaned, just then noticing the bloody handprints on the stretched-canvas wall of the shed. My clumsy swipes at the mess only made it worse, and for some reason that made me cry even harder. 

“Din—Do not trouble yourself, madame, please,” he said in that slow, oddly-accented English, indicating the blood-streaked wall. “I will take care of this myself.” 

I could only nod my thanks as I turned my back to him, as I tried to calm my breathing. I shucked off the gloves and threw them on the ground, tried to focus on how to look less like the utter lunatic and fool that I was. Just what I needed, I thought as I hunched my shoulders and buried my face in my hands: an audience for my descent into madness. Although…. company did have its advantages. 

Aviez…” I rasped out as I turned back to him, my gulps for air spasming like those of a small child as I struggled for the ridiculously-simple French conjugation. “No, wait—Avez-tu, no, SHIT, VOUS un—une—”

Speak English, madame,” he offered gently. “It is alright.”  

English, then. “Do you have a bloody cigarette?”

Every man in camp had cigarettes, but this man had the absolute gall to look disapproving. “You should not smoke, madame.”

I practically bared my teeth at him as I snarled, “Well, governments shouldn’t drop bombs on people and blow them apart, either, but here we fucking well are.”

Whether it was the words themselves or the violence behind them, he did not push it further. He fished in his pocket, and I was already reaching before I realized it wasn’t, in fact, a cigarette case he held.

Hunched shoulders shrugged once as he offered me the battered flask. “Better than nothing, non?”

Better than just about anything, in fact.  Accepting it gratefully (and deciding any grace or decorum had left my company for good, tonight), I sank onto the ground, leaning against the wall as I unscrewed the lid and took a tentative sniff. Oh, blessed Jesus: whisky

“Please, ‘ave it all, if you wish,” he said, seeing my oh-so-slight hesitation over seeming greedy. “You are needing it, I think.”

“Bloody right.” I downed half of it in a single, long gulp. Heaven

My eyes were closed and I was just getting my breath back when I heard him shift and say: “I bid you a good night, madame. You can return the flask another—” 

“No, don’t!” I blurted.

He didn’t actually look at me. “Do not…?”

My voice was a pitiful whisper. “….Would you please—stay? I—” For, as much as I was mortified to have been seen at my worst in these minutes since my flight from the surgery, the prospect of being alone with my thoughts was …. “Would you? Please?”

He was cast deep enough in shadow that I couldn’t see it myself, but I was certain his expression had gone drawn and tight; I’d seen him react thusly countless times, usually precipitating a hasty departure. At last, though, he relented, and to my surprise, actually sat on the ground beside me, just more than an arm’s length away. When I glanced over, his forearms were resting comfortably on bent knees. The hat and long hair and beard obscured him, as always, but his manner was peaceful as he looked up at the sky, one bare hand absently rubbing the the gloved one, the stiff one.

“What happened to it?” I blurted, misjudging where I was mid-sip, and ending up dribbling all over my front. If he noticed, he didn’t let on, just gave a puzzled grunt. “Your hand,” I clarified in my still-sniffly voice, taking another sip to hide my embarrassment (bloody hell, you ARE a paragon tonight, Beauchamp).  “How did it get injured?” 

I felt him stiffen awkwardly, but he answered simply enough.  “It was crushed, several years ago.”

“That’s…terrible.” Crushed. Jesus H. Christ. “An accident?” A wheel, maybe, or piece of farm equipment.

“No.” A pause before he said softly, with something I could only place as shame: “An act of cruelty.”

“I’m—My God, Danton….I’m so very sorry.” To think of the kind of person—monster who could have hurt him so, purposely hurt him in such a horrific manner. I wouldn’t dream of pressing him for details of the event itself, but damn me, my medical interest was piqued and I couldn’t resist asking, “Does it still give you pain?”

“Ay—Yes. Sometimes.”

“Will you let me look at it?” I was dying to see what manner of surgical repair had been done to allow him such dextrous use. I reached out, inviting.

No,” he said, almost snapped, recoiling. “No, madame. There is nothing you could do, in any case.”

You. Something sliced in the bottom of my gut. My lips were wooden as I gulped from the flask again and turned back to face forward, “Of course. Nothing I could do.”

The consternation was clear in his voice as he hastily amended, “Nothing—anyone could—”

“It’s true though,” I said falteringly, the fatigue and the turmoil and the spirits making me half-delirious as I croaked out, “I’m absolutely useless.”

“That is not true, madame.”

Sweet man. Sweet and wrong. I looked up at the moon, wishing I could get off this wretched planet and escape everything, never to look back. I squeezed my eyes tight-shut. 

“I nearly killed someone just now.” 

The words were tumbling out of me. “I was supposed to be holding the clamps in the chest cavity while the surgeons worked and I must have held too tightly or slipped or something—I’d nicked the artery and before I knew it, he—he was bleeding out— so quickly—so goddamned fast—and by the time we realized— By the time they stabilized him—The surgeons— everyone—screaming at me and—”

I swallowed a scream and drained the last of the whisky, every last drop of oblivion it promised. 

“A soldier leaves his home,” I grated out, though every word trembled, “to fight for king and country, gets himself half-destroyed by artillery for the cause, for his family and friends, and it’s a stupid, stupid excuse for a nurse that nearly kills him because she THOUGHT she could—could do this.” 

“….Could do what, madame?” 

I thudded my head back against the canvas wall once, my voice ragged with shame. “It’s good, I suppose, that I’m learning this now, the hard way.” He started to say something, but I was already voicing the wretched truth:  “They wouldn’t even have me if there weren’t a war on.” A sob of despair slipped out. “I’m just not capable of the things surgeons are.”

Yes, you are,” he laughed at once. Yes, laughed—chuckled, actually. I was stunned into silence, still more when he added, more soberly, but with that same unhesitating conviction, “You are capable, Nurse Randall.” 

“With all due respect, Danton…” My throat ached from the effort of maintaining some shred of control over myself. “…how would you know?”

I was ashamed as soon as I said it, but if my pointed inflection rankled him, he didn’t let on. “I know.” 

Sensing rightly that such an answer was not going to cut it, he leaned forward, clasping his hands together around his knees. “I am often in the wards near to you, do you know?”

He was, nearly every day, at some point or another, to lift patients or bodies or bring or take away as he was needed. He was such a solid, reliable presence, to me and the other—well, no. To me. 

“I speak very little,” he continued, “but I keep my eyes open. I ‘ave been watching you—Non, pardonnez-moi,” he amended at once, “that is not what I—I only mean….I ‘ave noticed you. You see?”

I hadn’t been offended by the choice of words, just mute with shock that he was speaking at all, and even now, I could only manage, “…oh?”

Oui,” he said softly. “You are….most kind to me, of course, and yet you ‘ave a spirit that is—ruthless…. and that is no small thing.” With every word, he spoke faster and more surely. “You can take orders when you must, but you so easily, admirably assume authority and ‘elp direct others when there is need. Not everyone can do this, you know.”

Jesus.

He wasn’t finished. “You ‘ave a sense, an uncanny sense, for the urgency of a matter, and ‘ow you must conduct yourself to best remedy it. I do not see you daunted by blood or dirt or uncomfortable interactions as the others are. You…take charge. You carry on, and ‘elp, and fix, no matter the need.” From the corner of my eye, though we were both facing forward, I saw him nod. “You are uncommonly strong, madame.”

His words were like—like tingling in my fingers and toes; a reminder of life and liveliness in a stagnant dark. I was stunned by it, by the evident honesty behind his words. He’d truly noticed all—?

He’d have died, Nurse Randall.

YOUR name would have been down as cause of—

“Blustering through awkward encounters is hardly strength,” I gritted out, my body coursing with every despairing thought and memory as I latched onto the easiest of his statements.  “Pigheadness at best. It’s acting; that’s all it fucking is. Stubbornly acting like I know what the bloody hell I’m doing when I DON’T.”  

A beat of silence, in which I wanted nothing more than to curl up and vanish. When he spoke again, his voice was so unutterably gentle, understanding. “You are tired, mo—madame, and”  

“That doesn’t—”

 “You ‘ad one mistake,” he pressed, “one unfortunate night. It does not take away all that you ‘ave done; all that you are, in yourself.”

Before I could speak, he was crouching beside me, and—Good Lord— taking my hand in both of his. For once, it was me that couldn’t look him in the eye. I stared at our joined hands as he spoke, watching them ripple through gathering tears. 

“There is not anything ‘ere you cannot manage, madame, if the need is great upon you,” he said. “I know this in the deepest part of who I am. It may sound—ridiculous, an overstepping to say such things, but it is the very truth, as I know it. Forget the men who yell and shame you, and let yourself remember who you are. You are yourself, always…..you are capable. You will make mistakes, yes, as all do, but in the urgency of battle and of war and upheaval, that is where you are the most strong. You prove this day after day. One mistake does not undo it. Tonight does not undo it.”

In the last two minutes, Danton had uttered what had to be triple, quadruple, even, the amount of words of our entire acquaintance; and the way he’d spoken them—fluid and strong and true, his accent even seeming less pronounced as he spoke, encouraged me with a message as piercing and discerning as though he’d known me all my life—

I surrendered to his words, broke from them, wept like a child without holding back; let the warmth of his hands on mine, his presence, his unfathomable belief in me, begin to drive my shame and fear and doubt off into the night. 


C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

29 April

Always darkest before the dawn. Can’t even express how much Danton’s words tonight meant to me. Have been feeling for some time now like I’m the worst sort of fraud, for believing I could be more, that I might pursue more, one day. I always had the sense that even Frank is only indulging me with this whole medical business, rather than genuinely believing I had something to offer. How should a man that’s practically a stranger to me be the one to set that fire of purpose back in my hands and my heart again? I don’t know why him, but I’m grateful. I WILL work harder, better. I will SHOW them what I have to offer. 

-CEBR



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I shouldna have taken your hand last night. Jesus, God, what madness came over me? Only I saw ye like that, lass, love, so young and fragile, covered in blood, weeping your whole heart out there in the night, and—Those things ye said of yourself:  they were the vilest slander. It broke my heart that ye should believe them, even for a moment, and I had to speak against that darkness in your heart. Ye needed to hear what you are, within you—what you can be, what you will be. No…what you are, beneath the fear. 

And the look in your eyes Claire, when ye handed back the flask and I bade ye farewell—the utter fire in them? To see that same flame still alight today—the way ye squeezed my hand again and thanked me over and over—began asking me anew about my own life, my experiences—and pressed still more when I demurred, until had to wrench myself away to tend to some feigned task? 

No, I shouldna have taken your hand. I can still feel your touch on my skin. 



C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

20 August


My hands are SHAKING with happiness. A special commendation by the chief surgeon for my performance these last several months, and on top of it all, a PROMOTION! I am positively bursting with pride and excitement. Absolutely cannot wait to tell Danton! Going to run out and find him before final bell. 

And Frank, of course. Must write to Frank. 

First thing in the morning. 


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I cannot stop myself. I cannot. I still keep my distance to some extent, still willna let ye see my face clearly, still willna tell ye of who Monsieur Danton might have been before joining the camp, but still….I treasure every single one of your smiles, Claire. I treasure every time you come to tell me of your day, grinning like a wee fool as ye detail for me whatever manner of infection or pestilence ye vanquished since last we spoke. I do little save smile and nod, you’ll know, but ye always see the genuine feeling in even those small nothings. I treasure that, too. I treasure every moment of you. 

I know I shall have to stop this, shall have to pull back to keep this connection from growing into something dangerous for us both, but not yet. May I be damned for my weakness, but I cannot, yet. 



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3. We’re Okay (scottmcniceass) - It’s funny, really, that their lives hadn’t intercepted before that point. That all it took was one little thing that set off a chain reaction of circumstances which led them all to each other. But it was for the best, really, because in the end, with each other, they were all okay. And if you asked them, the whole thing could be blamed on Liam sleeping in, for once in his life.

4. Want You More Than A (thecellardoor) - Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

5. Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes (theboyfriendstagram) - A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

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Just Like a Star

summary; reader is stargazing and is joined by Bellamy, who they have developed feelings towards.

a/n; hey! i’m kinda new to this so if this is trash just ignore me. it’s like 2 am and this was in my head so i wrote it.

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After majority of the camp had slunk off to their tents, I slipped out of the gates. I trudged through the woods with my eyes on the sky, not really giving much thought as to what would happen should I come a cross a Grounder or wild animal. After a bit of walking, I sat against a tree and sighed. The weight of the world slipped off of my shoulders and into the chilled air.

I remained unmoving as I heard footsteps approach me from behind. I knew immediately that if it were a Grounder coming to kill me, they wouldn’t be so damn loud. My eyes stayed trained on the heavens. The stars were so bright, so beautiful. The sky was thick with stars, a glittering and twinkling canopy of light. The heavy footfalls came to a halt beside me as the person sat down.

“I feel so small,” I finally spoke up after a few minutes of comfortable silence. I was surprised at whose voice piped up beside me in response,

“I know what you mean.” Bellamy sighed.

“Even on the Ark they were so close but so far. Like I could just reach out and touch one if I wanted but at the same time, they just stretched out around us into infinity,”

When I turned my head to look at him, he was already staring at me. I couldn’t read the look on his face as he tilted his head up. I followed suit and searched the sky. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for.

All my life, I have been in love with the sky. Even when everything was falling apart around me, the sky was always there for me.

“Who said that?” He questioned.

“Yoko Ono.”

Bellamy hummed. I snuck another glance over at him and this time his eyes were toward the ground.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I inched closer toward him, feeling heat radiating off of his body,

Bellamy was always warm. In contrast, I was always cold no matter how many layers I piled on. For this reason, I always found myself gravitating toward his warmth. I wanted nothing more than to curl up into his arms and fall asleep, but I restrained myself. There was no way I would allow my feelings for Bellamy Blake to surface.

I memorized every scratch, scar, and line of his face. Everything inside of me was screaming to tell him how I felt, but I held back. My fear of rejection kept me from truly opening up to him the way I wanted to. Who was I to think Bellamy Blake, “The King” of our small population would actually want me back? We were friends, nothing more. I listened to him worry and stress about everything there was for him to worry and stress about. I tried to give advice the best I could and when that failed, I at least gave him an ear, a shoulder when he needed it. I just didn’t think all of this would lead to me falling for him.

He hesitated and then spoke. “Honestly, I don’t have a damn clue what I’m doing here, Y/N.”

“You’re doing the best you can, Bell.”

This time it was his turn to scoot closer to me. The sag in his shoulders made my heart pang. “I..” He sighed. “I can’t protect them. I can’t save them all no matter how hard I try. Their lives are all in my hands and I can’t..”

“You can’t always save everybody.”

He said nothing in response. I sighed and moved over, closing the space between us so that our shoulders were touching.

“Hey,” I nudged him, meeting his eyes. “Without you this place would crash and burn, you know that right? They listen to you, they trust you, Bell. If it weren’t for you more of us would be dead.”

We sat in silence for a moment before his face broke into a small smile. He looked back up at the sky. “Thanks for that, Y/N.”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and squeezed. I immediately leaned into him. My heart soared at the contact. We stayed like that for a second and then as soon as the moment came, it passed. He stood up and looked up at the sky once more before holding out his hand.

“I think it’s time for us to head back.”

I placed my hand in his and let him pull me up. As we began to walk back to the dropship, my mind and heart raced. Say something! Do something, anything! My thoughts screamed. Before I knew it, we reached camp.

“Well,” I turned to him and smiled, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“Well,” he echoed. “Good night, Y/N. Get some rest.”

I sighed as he walked away toward his tent. “Good night, Bellamy.”

Originally posted by stardust-blake

Stories About Our Sexual Adventures 2

Jane and I met in a downtown bar in a small Midwest town. Our first date had gone well and after a good night kiss, we went our separate ways. I so wish I would have fucked her that night, but since I wasn’t invited in, I thought the feeling was not mutual on her end. So, I was surprised when I heard back from her the next day inviting me over to her house for dinner over the weekend. Of course I said yes.

I’m glad to say that both of us never followed the dating rules. We always have and still do say whatever it is on our mind. For us, it works well and on those occasions when we end up having an argument or a fight, the make up sex soon after is even greater!

So I made my way over the Jane’s house Saturday evening with a bottle of wine in my hand. She answered the door and was wearing casual, nothing fancy, which I liked. After we finished our amazing dinner that she had cooked, we sat down in her living room couch just talking about stuff and getting to know each other. After a couple of bottles of wine, I think we were both tipsy and neither one of us made the first move. So after talking for a very long time, I found Jane to be a very nice girl with her feet firmly on the ground. She was, of course, gorgeous, tall (we both are about 6 feet) with an awesome body and cute tits, which I was dying to see. In my experience sexy gorgeous girls are not necessarily great in bed. One thing that I have come to realize with my past relationships is that sex is a very important in a relationship. I could not wait to get her naked and enjoy what she had to offer. I am a shy guy, and of course Jane was too much of a lady to make the first move that night. Don’t let that fool you folks. She is a lady in the street, but a horny slut in bed, and I love that about her!

So after we downed our last bottle of wine, I was tipsy, but she seemed to handle her alcohol well. She got up and said “I’m going to clear the table” and I said that I would help. Because I was a bit drunk by now, Jane just got up and went ahead and I was slow on my feet. She was gathering the dishes from the table and at that time I thought it was now or never. I slowly walked up behind her, moved her hair to the side to expose her neck, wrapped my arms around her belly and kissed her neck. She stopped what she was doing, turned around, wrapped her hands over my shoulder and kissed me. That was the first time, I ever felt weak at the knees when I kissed another girl and I am so glad that it was with a woman I would later marry. AS we are making out, I slowly move us towards the wall. Now keep in mind that this was in the dining room, the windows all-open and the lights all on so anyone who looked in this general direction could see us. I asked her if we should draw the curtains, and she said naaa. That was hot and I thought to my self “ Wow, she is an exhibitionist”, such a turn on for me that I got a hard on instantaneously and since we were so pressed into each other, I’m sure she could feel my hard on against her. As we were making out resting against the wall, every now and then I would go to her neck, kiss, nibble and sometimes lightly bite her neck. She was moaning ever so sexy that it was really turning me on. She was saying all the right thingsÉ So I took a step further, I stepped back and pulled her top off and undid her bra. As her bra fell to the ground I saw her tits. They were the cutest perky tits I have ever seen, her nipples were hard and pointy and I had to touch them. I touched them, sucked them and played with them. Turns out, I could not get enough of them. I am, pretty much a pussy guy, but since at that point in time her pussy was still under wraps, so I went to the next best toy I had available. She moaned and groaned so loud; it made me want to play more and more with her. I focused on one tit at a time and I could have sworn that she had an orgasm because at one point, she was moaning so loud and I could feel her legs tremble. Soon after, she grabbed my hair, pulled me up and said let’s go upstairs. I said Éok.

As she lead the way, all that was in front of my face was her cute swinging ass. Dam, I wanted to play with her so bad, I thought to my self. As we got to her bedroom, she practically ripped my clothes off and then I pulled down her pants with her underwear in one clean swoop. She smiled and then knelt and grabbed my jockeys and pulled them down. The bulge that was contained in my shorts sprung up right in front of her face. She reacted like she was surprised. Now, I know I am not big but I am not small either. I am uncut, little over 7 ½’ and thicker than average (she later told me that she had read guys of mixed race on an average have smaller penises and when she saw mine, she was just surprised and glad that it was not small). Once I stepped out of my shorts, she grabbed my cock with one hand and my balls with another. She looked up at me, smiled and then stuck her tongue out and ran her tongue all across my shaft. God that feels good I thought to my self. She then stopped, that tease I thought, and stood right up in front of me and kissed me. It was the deepest most passionate kiss I have ever had. Then she pushed me on to the bed and I got myself comfortable, my dick straight up in the air like a flagpole. She moved on to the bed, in all fours moved into position between my legs with a smile on her cute face. She grabbed my cock with her hand and stroked it down to pull the foreskin back. I was raised right, so hygiene has never been a problem and as she pulled the skin back exposing the head, her eyes grew big like a kid in a candy store and I think I lost her there. She buried her face between my legs and I could feel her tongue exploring the area of me between my ass hole and the start of my balls. Oh boy did it feel good. That is probably the least explored area of my body and she went straight for it. She must know what she is doing, I thought to my self. My eyes were closed and I was in heaven, but something told me that she was not done yet. She then moved up to my balls and took her time sucking and licking each one at a time. I was soo turned on that I started to ooze precum. She then stuck her tongue out and ran it from my balls to the underside of shaft tight to the tip of head and when she saw the precum at the tip, she smiled and licked it all up, swallowed it and then opened her mouth and took my whole cock in her mouth till her chin was touching my balls. Her head down, all into my cock, her hair to the side of her face and her back arched up ending in her sexy ass which was up in the air. I looked at her and it was the most gorgeous body I had ever seen. She continued slowly sucking me, each time taking my dick all in each time, her mouth felt so good and she was the best suck I had ever had. She is good at it and she must have done this before I thought. I like it when A woman knows what she is doing in bed, it just make the sex even more interesting when both are at play than just one.

She sucked me so good that night, and she got me to a point when I was just about to cum. I didn’t want to, I wanted to fuck her so I pulled her back. Now, I’m a guy who loves to eat pussy. I love having my face between a woman’s legs exploring every aspect of her pussy, taking my time running around in circles around her clit, flicking it with my tongue, and when I do make a woman cum, I love lapping her cum dripping from her pussy.  So I sat up, whispered in he ear “ My turn” and put her on her back. I got over her, kissed her and then moved down her chest and played with her tits for a bit, but was in such a hurry to get down to her pussy that I went for it. Back then she was not shaved yet and when I went close, the aroma of her pussy was heaven! I spread her legs, then her lips and then ran my tongue along the entire length of her pussy. She was so freakin’ wet, I loved it! I went from bottom up, to her clit and played with her clit with my tongue. Now, I like to be attentive and hear a woman as I am going down on her. The sounds she makes tells a lot of what they like and what they love. With Jane, there were a lot of sounds, and they were loud! She was a screamer and oh boy could she scream. As she was getting close to her second orgasm, I could just feel it coming on, she grabbed my head and pushed it deep into her pussy and I just kept going to town on her clit. She soon came and I saw her body twitch and hear her moan. If you ever had a chance to either watch my wife as she is cumming as someone is going down on her or if you’ve been one of the lucky guys fucking her, you would know what I mean when I say she is an awesome cummer.

I kept going two more times and after I had made her cum four times that night, she was exhausted and that is when I layed down and took my time lapping up the cum that was in her pussy, she tasted so good, I just could not get enough of her. After licking her up, I knelt in front of her with my head rubbing on the edge of her pussy, just as I was about to slide it in, “Do you have a condom? I’m not on the pill” Shit!!! I thought, I forgot to bring one! That was the most stupid thing I had ever done. “No” I said, with a stupid look on my face. Since both of us were not ready to take a chance, I was for sure and I know she was disappointed that we could not fuck that night. I moved and laid next to her. “It’s ok, Next time, we’ll be prepared” she said and with that she moved down to my dick. Again she grabbed it and started to suck me. Her mouth felt so good. If I have said it before, I will say it again, this woman can suck cock! Soon enough, I was about to cum. Now, I have had woman who love to swallow and then there are some who don’t. Till then, I didn’t know which one was Jane so I gave her a heads up, “I’m going to cum” I said to her. She heard me, the reason I know she heard me is that she picked up her pace. She sucked faster, and harder and deeper. Just as I felt it build up, I dug my heels in, grabbed her head and with each thrust of her head, I fucked her mouth, making her take my cock even deeper in her mouth such that I could feel the back of her tongue on the back of my head and that was the sweetest feeling any man can experience while getting blown by a woman who knows how to take it deep. I couldn’t take it any more and ArrrrgggghhhhhhÉ. I came so hard. I shot my load into her mouth. As she felt my cum, she slowed down, swallowed ever drop of my cum and continued to suck my cock, milking ever last drop of cum out of my dick. And as she finished, she came up to me and kissed me a quickie on my lips. That, was by far the best blowjob I had ever had!

Needless to say the next time we met, I had condoms, and we fucked eachothers brains out. She rode me like there was no tomorrow and after that I bent her over, pulled her by the hair and fucked her from behind till she came so hard. She eventually went on the pill and we didn’t need the condoms anymore. The feel of her warm wet pussy around my hard cock never felt so good. Even better was when I came in her. Ever since we first fucked over five years ago, sex has never been better between us. I think it must be her because ever guy who has fucked her, before I came into her life and all the couples we have played with, has always had a blast being sucked by her and fucking her. As always, I enjoy sitting back and watch her play, be it guy, guys or girls, nothing turns me on watching my wife pleasure and being pleasured by another person.

The Valkyrie- Chapter 3

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You stood high on the balcony overlooking the starlight-soaked city of Asgard as raucous revelry echoed through Valhalla behind you. The night was crisp, the air sweet with the scent of wine and smoke.

Your swords had their their fill of enemy blood, your limbs sang with the ache of a battle well-fought. Tonight belonged to you and your sisters, for you have brought Odin victory.

Your sisters had gathered the bravest of the fallen warriors from the ragged battlefield and escorted them into the legendary halls, where the wine was ever-flowing and the pits always crackling with meat. The men had been brave in the face of death, but it was your refusal to retreat when all hope was nearly lost, your rallying of the troops and sweeping the fields with your tactical precision that turned the tide.

Nothing could ruin such a wondrous night for you. Not even Loki, who had just minutes ago whirled a tender, blushing nymph out onto your balcony and pinned her against the railing not 5 feet from where you were standing.

“Lovely,” he murmured, conjuring a blossom of starlight in his palm and tucking it tenderly behind her ear. “From the moment I saw you, I knew there was none lovelier than you.”

“We’re not joining the celebrations?” The nymph giggled. “The men have just started singing battle songs in honor of the fallen.”

“Leave the warmongers to their self indulgence, and hollow victories,” he muttered, kissing the hollow of her throat, his hand wandering up her thigh. “There are far sweeter things I would rather preoccupy myself with.”

“…But we’re not alone!” She squeaked, peering at you from over his shoulder.

He smirked. “Let her watch. We’ll give her a show so thrilling that she’ll realize there are more wondrous things in life than murder.” He paused, then laughed cruelly. “Nevermind. Who am I kidding. She’s Valkyrie after all.”

You ground your teeth. How wrong you were. Loki had managed to ruin your night. You stomped off in your spiked boots towards the celebration, before he managed to ruin it even further.  

Your sisters welcomed you to their table with a cool jug of honey ale. Without a second thought, you grabbed the jug and downed it to their deafening cheers.

“Another!” You cried, and your sisters roared and obliged..

It was late into the night when Odin rose from his gilded throne, scepter in hand. All of Valhalla fell silent as he began to speak.

“Valor! Loyalty! Honor!” His voice boomed through the air like thunder. “The qualities of a true warrior! In the eyes of your fathers, your forefathers, your brothers. You all have proven yourself WORTHY!”

The air was thick with electricity, and you shouted with your sisters until your throat was hoarse.  

“Tonight, I wish to honor a very special warrior. A Valkyrie I have trained since before she knew how to walk. She was instrumental to our victory today, and there is no one prouder of her than I.” Odin beckoned to you, beaming. Your sisters thumped their fists against your armor as you made your way to the throne. Odin grasped your hand, and raised it high, and the hall roared, tens of thousand of fists and weapons plunged high in the air. The air was alive, and for the first time, you knew what it meant to be truly happy.

“For such exemplary valor, for your unparallelled deeds in battle, you will be granted the highest honor ever bestowed upon a Valkyrie. Come here, my son.”

Thor slammed down his chalice of ale, and leapt over the table towards his father.

“Thor. My pride and joy. You have lead many of my armies to victory, and will be king of Asgard someday. I give to you the hand of this most worthy of Valkyries, so that you shall have dauntless, warrior sons. May your progeny strike fear in our enemies’ hearts, and may their seed scatter and prosper!”

“…Wait. What?” You spluttered, all the buzz from the ale gone in an instant..

Odin clasped your hand in Thor’s, and the hall erupted in cheers.

Thor frowned in confusion. “… Are we getting married?”

You could have been Captain of his guards. Master of his army. Of all the honors Odin could have bestowed you, of all the titles and power he could have granted, he made you his daughter-in-law. So you could breed him grandsons.

You wrenched your hand from Thor and backed away.

“Fearless in the face of death, yet a shrinking violet when faced with matrimony! See how she pales like the bashful moon.” Odin laughed, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back towards Thor. “Tonight, we drink to to their union!”

“NO!” You shouted, and the hall fell silent. You felt the eyes of all in Asgard boring into you.

Odin’s voice was low, and deathly quiet. “…I beg your pardon?”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding in your chest. “…No.”

“…I know you only ever had eyes for my brother,” Thor murmured, eyes soft. “But I am sure, in time, those feelings could change-”

Odin silenced him with a raised hand. “…Very well,” he muttered. “The Valkyrie has spoken. I offered her my eldest son. My one greatest treasure. And she has rejected my goodwill. Shamed me and my son in front of all the warriors of Asgard.”

Thor’s eyes widened in alarm. “Father, please-”

“So be it,” Odin growled. “So be it!” He jabbed his scepter in your direction, eyes ablaze with fury. “If you refuse to play your part in the great history of Asgard, then you shall be stricken from it!”

In an instant, you were seized by his guards.

“Let her deeds, her name be forgotten. Erased from the books, the songs, the monuments. Tomorrow, she shall be executed, and no one will remember her name.”  


“You love war. He loves war. You love disemboweling people. He likes bashing skulls.” Loki leaned against the amber force field of your cell, eyeing you intently. “You and my brother were a match made in heaven, literally.”

You said nothing, staring listlessly at the wall in front of you. It had been three days since you were to be executed. Yet no executioner came.

“I must say, I am impressed with you. No one stands up to my father. I never saw you as the type. I am bewildered though, at why you balked at his offer. Think of all the superpowered nephews I’d have. Thor would expect at least a dozen mewling little babes, a menagerie raining lightning storms and death upon my father’s enemies-

“-Go away,” You whispered hoarsely. “Why are you even here?”

“Being my father’s second favorite person after my brother, you have been, by default, my second least favorite person. But now that you’ve fallen from his favor, I feel compelled to save you any way I can. In all honesty, the easiest way to be pardoned is to marry my brother and give my father what he wants.”

“…What of my legacy? Will my honors be restored?”

Loki shrugged. “The archivists have been deleting your records; it’s taken them some effort, as there were many. I doubt the records will be reinstated, even after your release. But all hope is not lost; there’s still a good chance you could be remembered – as the mother of Thor’s children.”

You leaped to your feet and slammed your fists against the force field. “I would rather die!”

Loki studied you, his eyes bright with calculation. “I think I’m starting to like you, Valkyrie. Perhaps I could offer a solution to your current predicament.”

Suddenly, the forcefield to your cell was gone. Loki extended a hand to you, a devilish grin wide across his face.

“Forget Asgard. There is a universe out there, waiting for us to conquer. Serve me, and I promise you, we will become more than battle songs and bedtime stories. You and I, we will mold the universe to our will. We will truly become gods.”

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Pregnancy Series #20 ~ He Talks to the Baby

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Niall (his pov) ~ A soft giggle escaped her lips as she watched me dig into the white colored sand underneath me. I was digging a big hole next to my towel, and two smaller ones above it. I let out a small chuckle at her expression when she realized what I was doing. With everything happening at the moment, Y/N and I both needed a break. And that was the reason why I brought her here to the beaches of Florida while on tour. 

The sun was streaming warm and happy in the hot Florida weather, the beach filled with people tanning and playing volley ball a few kilometers down the way. Harry’s beach house was behind us, and we were alone on the small stretch of sand. She was staring out at the dark blue ocean and the waves crashing on the shore. 

“See, enough space for mummy and baby. And boobs, too,” I said as I leaned back and placed the towel over the holes. Her giggling filled my ears and put a smile on my face.

“You’re such a dummy,” she mumbled, leaning down on the towel, putting her growing stomach into the hole. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, finally not having to deal with the constant fear and pain of pressing her belly against the otherwise soft but harsh sand that she had been complaining about. I watched as she closed her eyes with my headphones filling her ears with some Green Day song. My eyes closed as well as the both of us were in pure heaven. 

“Hey! He-hey!” I heard behind me. Y/N continued to lie still, the music drowning out any noise. I turned to see Harry running down the sand from the house, and laughed at his hair bouncing and swaying in the wind. “Niall!” 

“What’s up, mate?” I asked, sitting up on my towel and pushing my sunglasses up onto the top of my head. He stopped running and put his feet on my towel, dancing around to avoid the hot sand on the bottom of his feet. Y/N picked her head up and pulled the earphones out of her ears. 

“Hi Harry,” she said as she pulled her stomach out of the hole. Harry laughed and sat on the sat beside me, taking a bottle of beer out of our cooler. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house,” he stated as he popped the cap and took a sip. “I wanted to come visit you.”

“Not me, right?” I asked, and he shook his head. 

“No, I don’t like you. I came to see Y/N and the baby,” Y/N gave me a cheeky grin and she sat up, running her hands over her big baby bump. 

“How is the little Horan?” he said, and I lied back down, knowing their conversation wouldn’t involve me. 

“They’ve been causing me a bit of grief the past couple of days, nothing unusual,” she shrugged.

“I wonder what they’ll be like,” Harry thought out loud. 

“I reckon, they’ll be a little angel,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows. 

“Sweet and gentle,” Harry said. 

“No, they’re going to be a little irish monster. I can see them now, causing trouble every where they go. I’m right,” she said. She pointed at me and said, “Loud and crazy, like you.”

I looked at her with a smirk and leaned over, moving away her cardigan, to place a kiss on her belly, despite it being covered in sand. Maybe she was right or maybe Harry and I were right, we didn’t know, but I did know that I couldn’t wait to meet my baby and see their personality come through. 

Zayn (his pov) ~ “C’mon, love. Here we go. Mum said this will help your back,” I said, helping her into the bath I ran for her. Since our kiss, things had been been better between the two of us, but we were still sleeping in different rooms. We would share casual kisses rarely and talk about our days more often. Now that she was in pain, she had come to me for help.

She sighed as she laid down in the warm water and I could tell that it was already helping her. “Can you stay with me?” she whispered. I nodded and kneeled beside the tub. She nodded and closed her eyes, sinking lower below the water.

“I’m right here,” I said as I gently moved the hair out of her face. “Feel any better?” I leaned towards her and kissed her forehead. Her hand reached up and touched my cheek, and I leaned into her small sign of affection.

A small smile appeared on her face, “the baby is kicking.” I smiled and reached my hand into the water to touch her stomach. “She doesn’t realize she’s too big to move around much anymore.”

I chuckled and noticed how beautiful she looked, as always. I scooped up some of the water and poured it over the part of her bump that was above the surface of the water. “Keep talking, Zayn, please,” she whispered.

I frowned, not knowing what to say. I had heard her speaking to the baby on many occasions, but I had never. “I can’t wait for you to come,” I said, doubtfully. “Just stay in there a bit longer.”

She nodded, approving, and gave me a small smile. I continued to pour water over her exposed skin and began speaking again, “I hope you’re like your mum; kind, beautiful, selfless, amazing… Mummy said you’ll teach me to swim, and I promise I’ll try. And I’ll paint with you and draw with you,” I looked up at Y/N and she was relaxed at the moment, hopefully no longer in pain. 

“Little one,” I whispered, “I’m so excited to hold you in my arms. I won’t even mind getting up in the middle of the night with you. I-” 

“I love you, Zayn. And so does she,” she whispered, her eyes only slightly open. I shyly nodded, having forgot that she was here to hear me. 

“I can’t wait for all of his, and I’m sorry for not loving her the whole way through,” I whispered before she sat up and kissed me.

Liam (his pov) ~ “Liam,” I heard her say softly, but I snuggled into the pillow thinking she was speaking in her sleep again. I felt her hand on my back and I groaned in annoyance. 

“Babe?” she said again, but this time her voice sounded a little upset and more urgent. I opened my eyes and rubbed them sleepily, letting them adjust to the soft light that found its way through the curtains. I rolled over to face her. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice raspy. Even in the dark bedroom, I could see Y/N bite her lip and her small shudders every few seconds. I quickly reached over to where she was sitting up against the head board after turning on the bedside lamp. I looked at her, and noticed her eyes were quickly filling up with tears. 

“Hey, hey- pumpkin? C’mon, don’t cry love. I’m right here,” I soothed, pulling her against my chest. I stroked her hair and she seemed to calm down at my touch. 

“I had another nightmare,” she whimpered. I cringed, knowing how awful her dreams could be. This wasn’t the first time she’d had nightmares- I’ve had them too. I continued to stroke her back as she cried onto my t-shirt. 

“You want to talk about it?” I asked softly. She shook her head against my chest, and I nodded even though she couldn’t see me do so. I already knew what it was about, anyway: either her being pregnant, or the adoption falling through. That’s what it was always about. 

Her sobs soon stopped, and she calmed down a bit. “Liam, can you tell me a story? Just anything? I just like hearing your voice,” she said shyly. I nodded, smiling.

“Like a fairytale?” I asked, and she nodded. I looked to the ceiling, trying to think of a story.  

“Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess,” I began. “Her beauty was spoken of throughout the lands. One day, a charming prince came to town. He had come to woo the princess and woo he did. They spent hours together. Hours became days. Days became weeks and the beautiful princess began to fall in love with the charming prince. Their love was spoken of throughout the kingdom. The charming prince took the beautiful princess to a shady meadow at the edge of the forrest. He began to tell her how much he loved her. He said if she loved loved him back…” I stopped when I noticed her breathing had slowed, and her soft snored became audible. I knew, then and there, that we’d be good parents. 

Harry (his pov) ~ Lately, sleep was a rarity for me. It should be her not sleeping, since she was the pregnant one, but it was the opposite. She had been taking the pregnancy really well; it looked good on her. She glowed, really. 

I rolled over to look at the clock on the table beside me. 2:13. I groaned and rolled back over. I didn’t know what was keeping me up; mum said it might be that I was stressed, but Y/N thought it was because I was excited for the bean. 

I smiled at my gorgeous wife sleeping. I ran my hand down her body under the covers, stopping at the middle of her thigh. Thoughts began popping into my head. What is our baby going to be like? 

“Maybe you’ll be like your mum, in every way,” I whispered, moving my hand up to the peak of her round stomach. “I hope you’re like her: kind, funny, beautiful, selfless… your mum is amazing- the love of my life. Maybe you’ll have her smile, or her gorgeous eyes. She’s hoping you have my curls.”

I smiled and closed my eyes for a moment, imagining our little girl running around the house. Her little voice and her little laugh. Her footsteps making her way to our bedroom and snuggling her way in between us in the middle of the night. 

“We can play together, and I can sing for you. You can have all the doll you want- or cars, if that’s what you like. Mum and I don’t care, you can be whatever you want in life,” I smiled, and opened my eyes. Her chest moved up and down with her steady breathing. She was going to be the perfect mother, I just could tell. My eyes then traveled down to the bump under the covers. No matter how many times I see the bean on the ultrasound screen or feel her movements under her mother’s skin, nothing will make them more real than when I finally get to hold our little angel for the first time or when I see her little face. 

“And when you’re older, your mum and I will support you always. Maybe you’ll ask about my tattoos and want one of your own, but something meaningful. I just want you to know that you will have a say in your life, not just us,” I said, looking to my wife’s face. I could barely see her, but the light peeking through the curtains cast a shadow over her. 

“Harry?” Y/N said groggily, barely above a whisper. She turned over, and opened her eyes slowly. 

“Shhh, go back to sleep, love,” I whispered before kissing her forehead. She nodded, and pressed her palms to my chest. I ran my fingers over her brow, something which always calmed her down. 

“Two months,” she whispered as he head fell to my chest. I smiled and moved my hand to her back so I could pull her as close as possible with her bump in the way. 

“Not too much longer,” I whispered, closing my eyes and drifting off. 

Louis (his pov) ~ “The guest room is all set up for you, I’ll bring your bag up later. Go to bed, you must be exhausted,” I said as I walked into my house with Lottie. 

“I feel bad for not greeting Y/N, though,” she said, yawning. She had just flown in from America with a few of her mates, and the flight had taken a toll on her. “I’m excited to see her and the baby bump.”

I chuckled at my younger sister, who wasn’t so young anymore, as I carried her many bags to the bottom of the stairs. I pulled her into a hug, and as I released her, I said, “Thank you again, Lottie. I just don’t feel good about leaving her alone, you know?”

“I completely understand and I’m happy to spend some time with my favorite sister in law,” she laughed. I watched her until she rounded the corner and then went to look for my wife around the house. I had asked Lottie to come and stay with Y/N while I left for the last leg of the tour. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her knowing that she could go into labor while I was gone. 

As I walked down into the basement, I froze halfway down the stairs, a smile growing on my face. She was in the pool, swimming across the length of it. I slowly walked closer and kneeled at the edge. “Midnight swim, eh?”

“Yes, I couldn’t sleep and I was bored,” she said with a smile on her face. I sighed, dipping my toe into the water. Being just over seven months pregnant with twins, she got tired easily bit could rarely get comfortable enough to sleep. 

“Sissy,” she tested me, knowing I would eventually give in. 

“I have to leave early tomorrow,” I sighed, sitting on the edge of a pool chair. She turned over and floated on the surface of the water.

“Sissy,” she repeated. I sighed again, and began to peel my clothes off until I was just in my boxers. She laughed as I jumped in and swam towards her. I held her in my arms and spun her around in the water. I pulled one of the pool floats into the water and helped her climb onto it, kissing her lips as soon as she was situated. 

“I can’t wait till they’re here,” I whispered, kissing her stomach. She smiled and pushed my wet hair off my forehead. “Hey little men, how’s it hanging in there?”

She laughed, and put her hands over mine where they rested on the sides of her stomach. “Don’t pop out too early, yeah? But don’t wait too long, we don’t want mummy to be too uncomfortable. But when you do come, I promise I’ll convince her to let you stay up late so we can watch footy. Then we can cuddle and watch manchester win, of course.” 

She smiled down at me, shaking her head. “Then we can play in the backyard with mummy- she’s a kick ass goalie. I’m sure she’ll let a few in for you two, though.”

“Lou, they won’t be able to do any of that for a few years,” We both turned to find Lottie sitting at the side of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She laughed, “I’m a ninja.”

“I thought you went to bed?” I asked as I helped Y/N off the float and back into the water.

“Rocking the bikini, girl!” Lottie exclaimed, earning a wink from my wife. “I came down cause there was no blanket on the bed and I couldn’t find any.”

“Lou!” Y/N said, smacking my arm. “You said you set everything up for her!”

“Sorry,” I smirked as I dove under the water.

Sexcapades Part 2

So…….. I was so turned on by this point I couldn’t believe wat I was seeing. So I got up and began to take my clothes off but my wife stopped me. Called me ova sat up and started to take my clothes off. My neighbor stood there watching playing with her nipples. She saw me watching her and she came over rubbed my head then she kissed me. It was a wet sloppy kiss but it was very sensual. My wife finally got my clothes off and they both started kissing but they slid my dick between their lips. Woah that shit felt good as hell. I got my head back just tryna soak in wat was going on. I look down they’re both pretty in their own way so fuckin sexy. All eyes were on me. I was in heaven. My wife says babe u like that I’m like hell yea. She like u like it wet right. I’m like yup sure do. So she’s like watch this. She grabs my neighbor by her hair and throat and starts to force my dick down her throat. She starts gaggin and shit it’s spit all ova my dick. I can feel her throat pulsating around my dick. My knees were gettin weak so I sat on the bed. I pulled my wife so she could sit on my face. It was like the perfect seat. Her pussy fit right in my mouth. I got a mouthful of pussy all while sucking on her clit. She starts bouncing her ass on my face cumming all on my face. I reach down and my neighbor still has my dick in her mouth. Her mouth is so fuckin wet and it feels so good. I’m trying not to bust so I grabbed her hair so she’d stop sucking. Shit that turned her on more she started deep throating my shit like crazy. All I could hear was her gagging. That shit turned wifey on cause she squirt all in my face. Almost killed me. I sit up and try to catch my breathe she’s like I’m sorry babe but the way she was sucking ur dick that shit was crazy. I’m like I know. We both look at her and she says since y'all moved in I been waiting for this day. We looked at each other and then both said really. She’s like yea. U be walking around here with that ass bouncing and shit. I always knew u had some good pussy. And u I knew that dick was magic cause every weekend I go in my kitchen and listen to her as u beat that pussy up. We all sat and laughed. We laid there chillin till my neighbor got up and started dancing……..then……….to be continued

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Requested by anon: Sofias brudvals  Per Bredhammar. Text & Musik by Pelle Arhio, the wedding waltz of Prince Carl Philip and Sofia.

  • Älskling (Darling), the hard part is over. Rings and promises (vows) to remember. Älskling, we passed the test and now the party is waiting. So smile and try and relax. Only a silly small word, then you were mine. I saw my heaven in your eyes. Just a silly small word, then I was yours. We two, that feels so important. Large (great), right and scary, yet only slightly. We two, married for real, so be careful, you carry my life in your hands. Only a silly small word, then you were mine. And I’ll follow your tracks. Just a silly small word, then I was yours. Say, // (it’s either) ‘May I?’, ‘May I have this dance?’ or ‘Shall we dance’ // Come, come, come into my arms and let us dance, you and I. As, as, as it carries our name and you’re carrying/wearing mine, now as you said “Yes”. Sweetheart (actually meaning “heart”) how you seduce me, take me and move me, makes me so happy. Sweetheart, at some point hysterical, kind, funny and … (not sure about the last word). Come and drink the dew from my sheets. Only a silly small word…. [Refrain] Come, come, come into my arms and let us dance, you and I.(…) And you’re carrying mine now, as you’ve said “Yes” - The lyrics of the Royal Wedding waltz, Sofias brudvals.

“Jag såg min himmel i din blick. Vi två, gifta på riktigt så ta det försiktigt. Du bär mitt liv ut i din hand. Bara ett tok litet ord, sen var du min…”   

I translated it just a few weeks ago and since I’m still trying to learn swedish by myself, I tried my best. You can buy the song on itunes for 0.99 cent, either the wedding or instrumental version. x

“Making love”

Our clothes came off,
quick with excitement yet slow with desire.
The passion heated us up,
turning our flames into a fire.
Each kiss made it hard to breathe,
gentle but strong.
It made no sense at all,
so right but so wrong.
Your hand caressed my waist,
constantly drawing me in.
Your eyes were like heaven,
in the midst of our dirty little sin.
Sweat drenched our bodies,
from head to toe.
For all that hard work,
we had something to show.
Never before,
had I let down my guard.
Never before,
had I played that card.
But I knew in that moment,
that I would never get enough.
I knew in that moment,
why they call it “making love.”

—  somebody idk who, but I love it
(open)

“You are my heaven…” His eyes were glazed with tears as he stood in the doorway. A saddened smile twisted at his trembling lips. “but maybe i’m your hell.” He tried to smile but it faded.