#I'm hoping she breeds bolds at some point

[kedreeva]

I love her little self soothing palp movement and how she tippity taps things.

Today was the first time she's been out in about 3 weeks- she holed herself up in a nice hammock to molt and just came out a week ago. I fed her once she kicked the molt out, and I've been sitting with her with the cage open daily since. Today she was brave!!

She's also practically doubled in size! She's SO big now compared to her i8 size. She's supposed to move into the bigger enclosure but I still have a few things to get and put in before she can go in, and she couldn't go in there until she was willing to come out of the sling box. I'm hoping she'll come out for a little daily now that she remembers it's okay, so I can move her in before her next molt.

#spiders #arachnids #arachnid #spider #jumping spider #willow #my pets #i really like this little gal #she's very polite #i will definitely be going back to this breeder to get another later #I'm hoping she breeds bolds at some point #i want a bold male #honestly wouldn't mind a regal male either #she says she has a harder time finding homes for the boys #since they don't live as long #but like? that's okay #I'm okay with brief but well loved lives #small things are worth knowing short whiles #she ships too if anyone is interested #if you're thinking of getting a pet jumping spider #these ladies are great for it #picking for temperament in their breeding

[fanficsformyfaves]

Now, You're Mine

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Possessive!Rhea, Breeding Kink, Hickeys (R Receiving), Choking (R Receiving), Cum-Filled Strap On (R Receiving), Bulge Kink, Mommy Kink

PREFACE: Rhea and Reader were hooking up on and off, but Rhea wanted her all to herself

A/N: Rhea's P.O.V. in Bold and Colored!

Flashback in Italics!

Texts in Bold and Colored!

Some surprise appearances by other WWE Stars!

THIS HAD ME GRIPPING THE SHEETS FOR REAL

Kinda toxic, but eh

RHEA'S P.O.V.

She was all I've ever wanted. From how beautiful she was, to her kind-hearted nature and quick wits, she was nothing short of perfection. I remember the day we met vividly.

I had just gotten done with my match and was grabbing a bite to eat with my friends.

"I'll take-"

"The chicken tenders", I say in unison with Fin and Priest.

The three of us laugh, as Dom shook his head.

"Typical", Priest mocked,

"Hey, I know what I like, alright?", Dom argued.

Snapping the menu closed and handing it back to the waiter.

"I'll be back", I say,

Dismissing myself and heading to the bathroom, but as I did, somebody walks out.

Time came to a sudden halt, as I took in just how beautiful she was. It was as if everyone else disappeared and we were the only people there.

She gives me a shy smile, before walking past me and heading back to her table. My eyes never leaving her, as she took her seat.

YOUR P.O.V.

I immediately walk back to my friends, trying hard to hide my flushed cheeks.

"You good?", Nikki questioned,

"Yeah", I hesitantly answered,

As my gaze fell upon her once more. I couldn't help it, even if I tried. Besides how breathtaking she was, there was just something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it was the jet black hair or the tattoos that masked her hands, either way, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"What's got you all shy?", Brie questioned,

Taking me out of my head.

"What?"

She turns to try and see what I was looking at and immediately caught on.

"Oh, she's so your type"

"Dear God, please shut up", I pleaded,

"Who?"

It was now Naomi's turn to look and she also began teasing me.

"Oooh", she taunted,

Nudging me.

"Guys, come on. Let's not embarrass her", Nat ceased.

During the time of my friends poking fun at me, she looks over and sends another smile my way. If my heart wasn't racing out of my chest already, it surely was now.

Once we were done with our food and paid the bill, her table was also finishing up their dinner.

"Now's your chance, don't be shy", Nikki egged on,

"Nikki!", I warned in a whisper,

"Oh come on, what's the worst that can happen?"

"Um, she could hear me?"

"You're really gonna let her go?", she emphasized,

Pointing, when I smack her hand away.

"Keep your hand down!"

"Sorry", she whispered,

"I think you should go for it", Nat chimed in,

"Oh, not you too"

"(Y/N), you've got nothing to lose. She says no and then what?"

"And then I die of embarrassment"

Causing her eyes to roll.

"Look, nothing's gonna happen, if I don't talk to her"

"Exactly. Nothing's gonna happen if you don't talk to her, which I personally think is worse", she retorted.

I take a deep breath, slouching back against the booth chair, when I notice her table begin to gather their things.

"It's now or never, champ", Brie added on.

Was I terrified? Absolutely...but after battling with the anxious chill in the pit of my stomach, I ultimately got up and carefully made my way towards her.

Every step feeling like boulders strung at my feet.

Once I was less than a foot away, I clear my throat in an attempt to catch her attention. She turns around and somehow, she was even more breathtaking up close.

Her eyes reflecting baby blue skies in them, as her lips curled up into a grin.

"Hi", I greeted,

"Hello", she smiles down at me,

"I hope I'm not being too forward, but, I think you're...really beautiful", I struggled,

I knew my face had turned a bright red by the way she eyes my cheeks.

"Do you, now?", she challenged,

"Yeah", I chuckled nervously,

"Well", she began,

Taking my hand inro hers.

"I said the same thing to my mates earlier. You're quite the sight"

My heart was on the verge of giving out.

"What are you doing after this?"

"Um", I say,

Glancing back at my friends, who immediately turned away.

"It seems we have an audience"

"Don't mind them, they're just nosy", I reassured,

Making her laugh to herself.

"I'm not doing anything"

"Perfect", she said,

Gently leading me outside.

We head back to the hotel she was staying at and after letting my friends know where we went, she started up a movie for us.

Let's just say the movie had simply become background noise.

Since then, we'd been hooking up on and off, but in all honesty, I wanted more. Don't get me wrong, what we had was beyond my wildest imaginations, but I often caught myself daydreaming about being more than just 'friends'.

It didn't help, the fact that she fueled these delusions. Intentionally or not.

In those moments, post-sex, there would be a glimmer of softness that made me melt from the inside out. A contrasting difference from how she would usually treat me in bed.

Little gestures she'd do, like playing with my hair till I fell asleep or tracing mindless shapes onto my back. It all just added to the already burdensome weight in my chest.

The longer this went on, the harder it became to keep my feelings at bay. The harder it got to avoid the questions that plagued my mind.

Would she want that too? What if she didn't? Would she get upset and cut me off entirely? I could have all the time in the world and none of it would be enough to find a single answer.

I was planning to just keep my mouth shut and take this secret to my grave...until I heard about Liv. She was Rhea's tag team partner and at first, I didn't think anything of it, till I saw their backstage interview, where she kissed Rhea's cheek.

Alarms immediately went off in my head.

I knew she'd been sleeping up with other people, but to actually see her flirt with someone else was the wakeup call I needed.

I decided to keep my distance for a while and eventually, she caught on. For the last few weeks, I'd been responding less to her texts and have ignored her late night calls all together.

As much as I hated to admit it, I missed her, but I knew I had to hold my ground.

(SUNDAY)

Rhea: Hey

Seen at 5:06 pm

Rhea: I haven't seen you in a while, how's things been?

Seen at 5:25 pm

(MONDAY)

Me: Good, you?

Seen at 9:03 pm

Rhea: Pretty busy lately, aren't you?

Seen at 10:00 pm

But what I think finally made things click for Rhea was when I run into her at Dom's birthday party.

As it was being thrown at her house, I knew to come prepared, so I put on the dress I knew she liked and paired it with the perfect heels. Between my hair, makeup and outfit, I was undoubtedly sure to make some heads turn.

Not even a minute goes by, before Rhea spots me and makes a beeline toward where I stood.

"Ladies", she greets,

As they all nod, before heading inside. She eyes me up and down, before taking a few steps closer.

"(Y/N)", she grins.

I cross my arms over my chest, avoiding her daunting stare.

"Beautiful, as always"

"Thanks"

She goes in for a hug, when I simply brush past her, leaving Rhea undoubtedly confused. For the rest of the night, I stood by, watching my friends get wasted and have the time of their lives.

I, however, was too distracted by Rhea watching me from across the room. The slicked-back hair, the leather top that perfectly showcased her strong arms. I was intoxicated solely by staring at her.

Somewhere in the night, my friends had completely disappeared and I was left on the couch alone.

That was until Sonya took the vacant spot next to me.

"I don't like parties either", she spoke,

Finally ripping my gaze away from Rhea.

"Hey, Sonya"

"You know my name?", her eyebrows meet,

"Yeah, I saw your match with Nikki and John. They invited me to watch"

"Oh, cool, your Nikki's friend. I'm assuming you came with her and Brie?"

"Yup, but...", I say,

Quickly scanning the room.

"I have no idea where they went"

"Well, Brie's probably throwing up the drinks she chugged and Nikki's probably hooking up with Cena upstairs"

"Probably", I chuckled,

Sipping my cocktail.

"But, hey, at least you got me", she joked,

Playfully nudging me.

"At least", I agreed.

"I hope this isn't me coming on too strong, but would you like to dance?"

"Um..."

I go to look back at Rhea and it was almost as if she was trying to communicate with her eyes.

It was now my turn to have fun.

"I'd love to", I turn back to Sonya,

Grabbing her hand and leading her to the dancefloor.

RHEA'S P.O.V.

What the hell was Deville up to and why was (Y/N) reciprocating it? I knew she'd gone almost radio silent lately, but I didn't think it was this serious.

My blood boiled at the sight of Sonya twirling her around, as her eyes raked up and down (Y/N)'s body. Shamelessly staring at what was mine. I knew I had only myself to blame, but I couldn't help but seethe with anger. It should be me grabbing her hips that way. It should be me making her laugh like that.

Had I messed up by not owning up to how I really felt? Yes, but I wasn't going to lose her over that. She was everything I could ever want and I'd be a fool to just let her go.

Having had enough, I shove my drink into Priest's chest and made my way over to them.

"(Y/N). Deville", I address,

Interrupting their laughter.

"Hey, Ripley", Sonya replied,

As I respond with a sarcastic grin.

"I need to talk to you", I address (Y/N),

"I'm kind of in the middle of something-"

"(Y/N)", I cut off,

Causing her to be taken aback.

YOUR P.O.V.

I couldn't lie, the stern tone in her voice made my core ache and my knees go weak. I had no choice but to comply.

I follow her through the crowd and up the stairs, till we reach her bedroom at the end of the hall.

As we step inside, she closes the door behind her and leans against it.

"What do you want?", I questioned,

"Don't play dumb with me"

"I'm not", I egged on.

She scoffs, leaning off the door and taking a step towards me.

"Are we really going to do this?"

"I don't know...are we?"

I knew me challenging her was a risk, but it was one I was willing to take. I needed to know once and for all if this was something worth fighting for.

With a mischievous grin, she leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Do you really think Sonya, of all people, can treat you better than I can? Hm? Make you feel as good as I do?"

Her hands creep up to the small of my waist and pulled me in closer. I could feel my knees threatening to give out and was fighting so hard to stop it.

"Or was this all just to get my attention?"

She kisses up my neck and chewed on the lobe of my ear.

"You want me? You've got me"

Like I'd weighed nothing, she picks me up by thighs, causing a surprised gasp to escape me.

"All you had to do was say so"

She then carries me to bed and crawled atop me, kissing and licking up my legs.

"This dress. Fuck", she murmured against my thighs,

Before spreading them apart.

"Well"

Eyeing the wet spot on my underwear.

"I've barely started and you're already making a mess", she teased,

"Rhea", I whined,

"Yes, darling?"

"Please"

"Please what? You know I like to hear you say it"

I take in a deep breath, before finally locking eyes with her.

"Fuck me"

She smirks once more, before pulling away and walking over to her closet. I carefully observe her every move and once she was done digging through her clothes, she turns around, causing my stomach drops.

She's used straps on me before, but this one was...different.

"I've been saving this for something special, but of course you had to be a brat tonight", she says,

Stopping right before the bed.

"Take my clothes off", she ordered.

I crawl over to her, helping her out of her blazer, before unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her pants down.

Unbeknownst to me, she was already completely naked beneath her clothes. The sight of her exquisite body never failing to drive me crazy.

"My turn"

She pulls my dress off over my head, leaving me in just my stockings.

"No underwear? God, you are a slut"

And without wasting another breath, she pulls me in by my waist, whilst wrapping her lips around my hardened buds.

Desperate moans and whines escaping me as she did so.

"You're so much nicer when Mami's got a hold of you, hm?"

She then pushes me onto my back, before spreading my legs and ripping my fishnets down the middle. She must've sensed my concern, by the way her eyes flickered up to me.

"I'll get you new ones", she reassured,

Before pulling back and securing the toy around her hips.

I was practically drooling from how good she looked. From her inked hand rubbing up and down the dildo, to her insatiable eyes eating me alive, I could've cum right then and there.

"I need you, Mami, please", I pleaded,

Tugging her lips up into a smirk.

"I know you do. Why else would you try so hard to get my attention?", she teased,

Licking the shell of my ear and sending a chill up my spine.

In a flash, she throws my legs around her waist, dragging me in closer, whilst rubbing the tip of the strap against my entrance.

"Let's see if you can keep up"

She thrusts into me in one swift motion, filling me up to the brim and causing a cry to escape past my lips.

Her pace was immediate and rough, like the hand she snaked up my body, before settling around my throat. It felt like I was being split apart in the best way possible. The mixture of the pleasure and pain already causing tears to blur my vision.

"You're fucking mine", she grunted against my shoulder,

"Yes, Mami!", I cried out,

Grabbing her wrist.

With each merciless thrust, my orgasm was nearing faster and faster and I knew it was only a matter of time, till I came undone in her grasp.

"Fuck!", I whined under my moans,

"You're doing so good for me", she licked up my throat,

Reaching down to rub vigorous circles on my clit and yanking a final scream out of me.

"Do it. Cum for Mami", she demanded.

The stars in my eyes were all I saw, before being pushed over the edge.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I feel her hand pull back to squeeze the base of the toy, causing it to spurt out ropes of warm sticky liquid all over my clenching walls.

I let out a surprised gasp, as Rhea chuckled against my neck. She looks back up and smashed her now-smudged lips against my own.

"Now, everyone here knows who you belong to", she teased.

My stomach dropped at the realization.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley oneshot #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley smut #demi bennett

[misshoneyimhome]

The new chapter of your intern series just ignite more thirsty thots I don’t know if the intern can answer questions from journalist but how will Willy react to the OC being a menace/boss on mic handling the journalists I feel this will ignite a breeding kink and overstimulation kink. Bonus points fans simp on social media and his reaction towards it considering he needed to get rid of the guy she went on date with.

Alright, love, this really got me thinking - and how could I not exploit the recent situation involving our cherished Willy boy? 🙈🤍

Now it might have taken a softer turn than I first expected, but I hope it still encapsulates your idea 😉 A lot of Nylander family vibes going on

[and in case you were wondering who took that family photo in the park - it was intern 😂]

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (f receiving); fingering; unprotected sex;

Word count: 4.3K

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Old, but I'm not that old - Young, but I'm not that bold I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

"Wait your turn, one at a time!" your voice echoed across the room.

However, the journalists were swarming like hungry vultures. The atmosphere was pure chaos as the media session was about to commence, and you were short-handed to manage it all. To add to the tumult, the announcement of William Nylander's contract extension was imminent, stirring up pandemonium throughout the arena's corridors.

Naturally, every reporter wanted a slice of the Swedish hockey star, and in their desperate thirst for information, they were attacking anything and everything within reach.

With all hands-on deck, the staff was occupied with the preparations for today's training session and media obligations. Thus, you found yourself tasked with wrangling the journalists, keeping them at bay until everyone was ready for the big announcement.

But it was easier said than done.

As an intern, you typically wouldn't be directly handling the press, usually working in the background, taking notes, or occasionally guiding them to the players. However, on this day, you were thrust into the heart of the media chaos.

"Please, bear with us! Just a few more minutes," you urged, striving to maintain composure and assert control over the situation.

"Can't you give us anything?" a man's voice boomed across the room, drawing everyone's attention towards you, assuming you were the one to provide answers, as it appeared as if there was no one else present to address their inquiries.

"Sorry, I'm not the one to disclose that information. It's for the managers to announce," you responded with a friendly smile, positioned in front of the microphones and cameras.

This situation was definitely unfamiliar to you.

You weren't used to being in the spotlight with the press, but you were giving your utmost to maintain a professional demeanour.

"When will William Nylander be coming out?" a woman's voice called from the back.

"Just a few minutes more," you reassured.

"You said that a few minutes ago! Come on, what's the news on the extension? Is he staying in Toronto? What's his new salary?" 

The gunfire of questions continued, and you were more than aware of the need to be cautious with your responses. Despite the swirl of rumours, debates, and discussions already going on in the media, you knew better than to offer any breadcrumbs. Speaking to the press wasn't your usual role, but Jennifer had entrusted this task to you, and her trust bolstered your confidence.

And as the relentless questioning swirled around you, and the pressure mounted to keep everyone on standby until Nylander and the players were ready to address the media, you relied on your instincts.

"William Nylander's contract extension has been in the works for quite some time. It's only fair to allow them the necessary time to finalise any crucial details. Moreover, pressuring me to answer questions I'm not privy to won't quicken the provision of information. Please, have patience and wait for those who can furnish you with accurate responses. It'll make the process smoother for all of us. Thank you," you asserted, your voice carrying a newfound confidence that surprised even you. And interestingly, your firm stance seemed to command the respect the journalists should to have shown.

In fact, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in how effectively you handled the situation. Maybe you should put "Media Boss Ass Bitch" onto your resume?

And as soon as you’d managed to calm down the press, Jennifer stepped in and announced that Coach Keefe would now be addressing them. Despite feeling confident in your ability to handle the situation, a sense of relief washed over you as you stepped out of the spotlight and returned to your usual spot behind the press.

Just as you settled back into your familiar space, a certain Swedish forward joined you, waiting for his turn to face the media.

"Damn, you handled them so well, baby," he whispered softly behind you, trying not to attract too much attention.

"Thanks, Willy," you replied with a soft smile, keeping your focus on the task at hand.

"I swear, that turned me on like crazy, y/n/n..."

His seductive words, spoken in a husky whisper, sent a shiver down your spine, and you had to suppress a gasp.

"Not here... not now, Willy," you whispered back firmly, though both of you knew it was futile. William had a way of exerting a certain power over you, capable of rendering you helpless with just a few sweet words.

"No, but later, babe," he casually replied, walking past you and offering a cheeky wink before taking his place in front of the media.

A tremendous rush surged through your body, as you were more than proud of William. And it wasn't just because he was an incredibly talented hockey player deserving of every bit of praise; it was also about how remarkably well he handled it all. For months, the media had relentlessly pressured him for hints about the negotiations, yet he remained cool and composed throughout the ordeal.

He had a natural knack for keeping his composure in tough situations, unruffled by external influences. He stayed focused on his game, and above all, his unwavering confidence was unshakeable. Regardless of losses or games where he hadn't scored or assisted, his self-assurance remained resolute. It was just a part of his personality.

He had proven to the entire hockey world that he deserved every compliment and penny. And what impressed you most was that despite his confidence, he never came across as arrogant. He knew his worth and carried himself accordingly, plain and simple.

And as the intense day of media commitments, practice, and team celebrations came to an end, you felt drained as the workday drew to a close. 

But as you thought the day was winding down, a sudden collision brought you back to attention, and you mentally scolded yourself for not paying closer attention to your surroundings.

"I'm so sorry, sir," you immediately apologised. And when looking up, you were met with a familiar, somewhat smug face - only older and with less hair. It was Michael Nylander.

"It's okay," he simply smiled. "Maybe you can tell me where I can find my son William?"

"Yeah, of course. I think he's still in the locker room," you replied with a smile, attempting to maintain a composed demeanour. "I could show you the way if you'd like?"

"Oh, I'm good, I know my way around here," Michael chuckled before bidding you goodbye.

"Nice one, y/n," you muttered to yourself, realising he probably knew his way around the arena like the back of his hand, having been here countless times.

And as your work for the day then concluded, a vision caught your eye, prompting a shift in your plans for the evening. William was engaged in a heartfelt conversation with his close family members, apart from Alex, who was in Pittsburgh. 

In your head, you had initially contemplated surprising him tonight, dressed to the nines, to celebrate his contract extension. However, witnessing this intimate family moment had you change your mind, yet you couldn’t help but stop and stare, smiling as you appreciated how endearing he was with his family.

But before you could collect your thoughts, you were interrupted.

William approached you, his soft voice breaking through your reverie, pulling you back to the present moment.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey yourself," you smiled softly in return.

"So, I was wondering if you had any plans tonight?" His voice carried a hint of softness and nervousness as his gaze met yours intensely.

"Well, I had planned on giving you a proper celebration," you chuckled lightly. "But seeing that your family is here, I suppose that'll have to wait until we're alone..."

Though there was no one nearby, both of you kept your voices low and tried to maintain composure, careful not to draw attention.

"How about you come out with us tonight?" he suggested with a gentle smile.

"Like you mean, you and your family?" you asked, somewhat taken aback, which earned a light nod and a chuckle from William.

"Yeah, we're having dinner later... and I'd like for you to join us," he said, flashing a confident smile.

"Do you think that's a bit risky?" you questioned, feeling a bit hesitant.

But William shook his head, pausing for a moment as he considered his words. "No, I mean, everyone on the team already knows... besides, I really want to introduce you. You know, as my girlfriend," he whispered softly, unintentionally sending another shiver down your spine.

Girlfriend?

The word made you smile, resonating in your mind, and prompting a gentle nod from you.

"Alright..." you replied, offering him a sweet smile, which in turn earned a proud grin from him before he returned to his family.

**

"Oh! So, this is y/n!" Stephanie exclaimed with excitement as you greeted the Nylanders at William's condo.

"The one and only," you softly chuckled, stepping into the spacious living room where the whole family had already gathered, with Michael busy in the kitchen and William's sister relaxing on the sofa. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Despite a hint of nervousness within you, being in their company somehow made you immediately feel at ease.

"Don't be so formal!" Camilla chuckled, pulling you in for a warm hug. "You're family now," she said, flashing you a warm smile, before turning to William, who stood beside you. "You, on the other hand, are in great trouble, young boy..."

And William couldn't help but chuckle at his mother's teasing scolding.

During their visit to Toronto prior to the contract extension negotiations, William had confessed everything about your relationship. From your status as an intern to the complications of a relationship that was likely frowned upon by management, to how he felt jealous when he saw you on a date with someone else.

For some time now, especially after the Sweden tour, William had yearned to share the news about you. As he as someone not used to being in a committed relationship, he felt a sense of pride in finally being able to introduce you to his entire family as someone he’s romantically involved with. 

Naturally, he’d told the story in his signature nonchalant, laid-back manner. Nevertheless, he wholeheartedly admitted to how he had fallen in love with you and pursued you at every opportunity.

And it seemed that William's family welcomed you with open arms. Despite teasing him for being a flirt and playfully scolding him for falling for someone he shouldn't have, they showed unwavering support for your relationship, recognising how happy you made him.

"So, must be nice to know he's going to stick around for a while?" his mother commented during dinner.

"Very much so," you replied, offering her a warm smile, quickly meeting William’s eyes as you shared a smile. 

Truth be told, you felt like a part of the family right away. They were all so kind and sweet. And after enjoying Michael's delicious meal, you all went for a walk with the dogs, taking in the wintry scenery of Toronto.

Then as William observed how effortlessly you bonded with his family; a newfound desire slowly grew within him. Something that had been triggered earlier that day, as he’d witnessed your confidence and strength - a desire to spend his life with you and possibly start a family of your own one day.

Your laughter harmonising with his sisters' as you strolled through the park felt like sweet music to him. Watching you share stories and details about yourself with them made his heart flutter in a way he hadn't experienced before.

And when it was time to bid each other farewell, as the family headed back to the hotel, Camilla embraced you once more and offered heartfelt words.

"It's good that he's finally found someone like you... please be good to my little boy."

All you could do was return her sentiment with a sweet smile.

"I'd want nothing more."

Those words rang with absolute truth. Being with William felt more natural and right than anything else you had experienced before. Now that he had officially introduced you to his family, the only remaining step was for you to finish this internship, allowing you both to be together publicly and officially.

And upon returning to the condo, radiant smiles adorned both your faces.

"What?" you chuckled, noticing William's expression.

"Nothing... I'm just happy you got along so well with my family," he smiled, pulling you into his arms in the quiet living room, after the family's laughter and chatter had settled.

"Did you doubt that I would?" you teased, wearing a smug expression.

"Never..." William replied simply before leaning in for a deep kiss.

It seemed seeing you with his family had stirred something within him. As your lips connected and his hands rested on your hips while yours played with his hair at the nape of his neck, he felt a rush of excitement, an unexpected arousal building within him. Both of you lost yourselves in the embrace, exchanging deep kisses that grew increasingly passionate. Tongues intertwined, and the intensity escalated as you held each other close, the atmosphere growing more heated, and the anticipation palpable.

You gently tugged on his long hair, not wanting to release him completely before pulling back slightly to catch your breath.

"Bedroom... now," William whispered, and you eagerly nodded in response.

In mere moments, you were both undressing each other, exchanging passionate kisses in between, scattering clothing across the room. And soon, you found yourselves on the bed, completely naked.

William was particularly hungry tonight, his goal to make you cum until you lost count, eventually feeling overstimulated as he reached his own peak. And his preferred method involved moving down between your legs, his mouth meeting your sweet, honey-filled centre as his tongue explored.

Unrestrained moans filled the room as the intense pleasure of William's mouth on your most sensitive areas overwhelmed you, rendering you speechless. Your mind grew hazy as the day's stress melted away, allowing you to relax fully and succumb to his touch.

William firmly held onto your thighs, passionately kissing your lips while skilfully alternating between flicking your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his tongue.

"Willy," you gasped, sensing a rush building within you.

Undeterred, William continued his oral attentions, watching intently as you closed your eyes, tilting your head back, and gripping his hair tighter with your hand. 

He felt rather satisfied with his ability to make you feel this way.

And sensing your approaching climax, he then inserted two fingers into your core, gently massaging and stimulating your walls, as he pushed you over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm that escaped your lips amidst heavy, incomprehensible breaths.

As you reached the peak, your back arched and then relaxed into the mattress. Opening your eyes, you gazed down at William between your legs, who responded with a broad smile. Then rising from his position, he leaned over to kiss you.

The moment was tender and intimate as you tasted yourself on his beard, your tongues intertwining while William pressed his body against yours and you pulled him closer by his neck.

But he wasn't finished with you yet. He believed you deserved much more pleasure after being so amazing throughout the day.

So, while hovering over you, William snaked an arm between your bodies, finding your core and slowly circling your clit, eliciting soft moans from you once more.

Your eyes locked intensely as the sounds escaping you made it impossible for you to connect your mouth with his. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as another slow build-up began in your lower abdomen while William continued to rub his fingers against your nerves.

"God, baby," you cried out, prompting William to adjust his touch. He withdrew his fingers and reinserted them into your heat, curling them upwards and starting a rhythmic pumping motion, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly. The sounds of your arousal thrilling him, as he knew you were close to coming undone.

And just a few more thrusts were needed as his fingers stimulated your walls, and you felt yourself letting go once again, a shiver coursing through as the rush of orgasm overtook you.

You had already experienced two intense orgasms, and you sensed that William wasn't entirely finished. He barely allowed you time to recover before shifting his position, leaning back on his knees and lifting your legs, aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping entrance.

"Willy, please," you whimpered as he pushed himself in, stretching you further than his fingers had done, your hands clutching the sheets on each side of your head. You almost felt violated if it wasn't for the overwhelming pleasure, he was giving you. His hands on your thighs held you in place as he began rocking his hips, letting his length glide in and out of you.

Typically, you wouldn't reach climax so quickly after on another in one night, but perhaps it was the tension from the week's accumulated stress being released, or maybe it was William's skilled touch that made you see stars. Nevertheless, as his cock filled you so well and William resumed circling your clit while thrusting into you, and you couldn't help but surrender to another rush of orgasm.

It became overwhelming for you. William was pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, and he was very well aware of it.

Your core was completely soaked around his cock, and you felt the muscles in your lower abdomen tighten as he continued his thrusts. Your involuntary reactions showed him just how good he was making you feel and how much pleasure each thrust brought.

"Fuck, baby, you're so perfect for me," William moaned, almost breathless as he neared his own peak. The sight of you beneath him, your breasts moving in sync with his rhythm, and the fact that you couldn't even keep your eyes closed drove him wild.

"I can't..." you muttered, and William sensed it was almost too much, which only drove him to increase his pace. Releasing your thighs, he leaned over your body, supporting himself with his arms on either side of your head as he intensified his thrusts.

"Yes, baby, I'm going to come..." he gasped, feeling your tightness around him. But at that point, you were unable to control your body and beat him to it. Allowing yourself to reach that intense climax, you writhed beneath him, your cunt squirting on his cock as he too let out a deep grunt. Beads of sweat trickled down William's forehead as he reached his own climax, filling you with his cum and pumping a few more times to ensure he had emptied completely.

After a few moments, both of you slowly emerged from your euphoric state, and William carefully withdrew and gently settled beside you. Breathless, he wrapped an arm around you, encouraging you to nestle into his broad chest, where you rested your head, playing with a few strands of his hair.

"Shit, baby, that was amazing," he said softly, running his fingers through your hair as you gazed up at him.

"It truly was, Willy..." You flashed him a content smile, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction and happiness as you lay with the man you deeply cared for. "I'm glad we could celebrate you..."

"Oh no, babe, this was all for you," William grinned.

"What? Why?" You chuckled softly, a hint of confusion in your expression.

"I just felt like you deserved it... you know, for the way you handled the media today, that was seriously hot," he said with a mischievous smirk.

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I mean, seeing you so confident really turned me on... and," William paused, lightly biting his lip as he adjusted his arm behind his head. "I couldn't help but quickly imagine how you might be a strong mother...one day."

His almost whispered words widened your eyes. Was he already imagining a future with you?

You sat up slightly, propping yourself on an elbow and gazed intensely down at him.

"Do you... do you really mean that?" you softly inquired.

"Yeah... I didn't expect to have these thoughts so soon... but seeing how talented you are and then later, when I saw you with my family... all I could think was how much I want to be with you. To have you in my life and maybe build a future together..."

His words struck a chord in your heart.

Never in a million years had you imagined sharing such a soft, intimate, romantic, and heartfelt moment with William Nylander.

Yet, as it unfolded, you realised this was precisely what you truly desired.

So, you leaned in, resting on your side, snuggling up to his side while keeping your eyes fixed on his, offering him a warm smile.

“Willy... please don’t tell me I had anything to do with your contract?” you asked tentatively.

But he simply shook his head and chuckled. “No, don’t worry... but maybe, lately, you did pull me in the right direction…”

His adorable, smug face melted your heart as much as his words did, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, I don’t mind that at all,” you softly whispered before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

His hand then found yours, intertwining your fingers as you both relished the calm and relaxed moment post passionate sex.

"Y/n..." William then spoke.

"Yes, Willy?"

“I think I love you.”

And there it was. Words that made him walk straight in to your heart and stole it.

Your eyes flickered, darting from side to side as you searched for any signs of uncertainty. Yet, there were none.

William's words were sincere, and you couldn't help but let out a small gasp as you slowly came to the same realisation.

"I love you too," you said, flashing him a soft smile before sealing your emotions in a gentle kiss.

However, as you awoke to your alarm the following morning, you found yourself not in the embrace you had fallen asleep in. Despite the early hour, William had already left the bed. And as curiosity piqued, you made your way to the kitchen where you noticed a faint light.

There stood your boyfriend, still only in boxers, casually leaning over the counter, engrossed in his phone.

"Hey," you spoke softly, clearly interrupting his deep thoughts, as he made a sudden movement, turning slightly to meet your gaze.

"Hey," he replied, his tone cold and distant, leaving you puzzled and concerned.

"Everything alright, babe?" you inquired, your curiosity growing as you sensed something was amiss.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm all good," he replied, turning to lean against the counter as you approached him. Yet, you were far from convinced, noting his clenched jaw and intense expression.

“Willy,” you raised an eyebrow, concerned. “What’s going on?”

And realising there was no avoiding it, William let out a deep sigh and turned on his phone, showing you what he'd been watching – a video of your speech to the media from the day before.

"Seems like you’re trending almost as much as I am..." he remarked with a husky morning voice.

"Oh... why though? I mean... why?" you asked, baffled as you inspected the video more closely.

But William simply shrugged. “I don’t know... my sister just sent this to me last night…”

Although you were puzzled about why you suddenly became a hot topic, it didn't explain William’s tense behaviour.

“Willy, are you upset about it? About me getting like 15 minutes of fame?” you tried to lighten the mood with a smile, but your concern was genuine. However, William furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"What? No, not at all..."

"Then what’s wrong?" you persisted, eliciting another deep sigh from William.

"It’s just…" he struggled to put his thoughts into words, knowing they weren’t entirely rational. "Just... look at the comments…"

And so, you did.

"Damn! The Leafs got a hottie on the team!"

"Why doesn’t she do more camera time?"

"She’s like the hockey’s answer to a weather girl!"

The comments continued in a similar vein - compliments about your appearance, your presentation, and how natural you seemed on camera. All seemed to be from males.

"Wait a minute…" you suddenly spoke, the gears in your head clicking into place. "Willy… are you jealous?"

He didn’t need to utter a word for you to understand his answer. Just by observing his expression, the tightness in his jaw as you probed his feelings, you could tell. And a soft smile formed on your lips as your eyes met his, and you knew the answer.

“Hey… babe, you don’t have to be jealous,” you reassured him gently.

“I know… it’s just – they’re right! You looked so fucking good, and I can’t even tell everyone that you’re mine,” he spoke with a mixture of frustration and firmness, feeling the weight of your relationship being kept secret from the world.

“But we know that! Your friends and family know it too... Willy, it’s just a matter of a few more months, or until I'm sure that my career won’t be jeopardised if anyone found out... it’s too bold of a move," you tried to reason, approaching him gently and elegantly wrapping your hands around his neck, trying to meet his gaze.

"I just wish we could say it – then I wouldn’t care about those comments, because everyone would know you were already taken," he whispered softly, resting his head against yours.

"I know," you replied with a warm smile. "Don’t you think I'd want the whole world to know that I’m the one doing the amazing William Nylander and has him head over heels in love with me?"

And that elicited a chuckle from William. Of course, you'd want everyone to know how much he adored you.

"Fair point…" he replied with a sweet smirk. "I just love you."

“I know, and I love you too.”

#my asks #intern x willy #18+ #william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #william nylander fic

[k-slla]

To the Sky

A/n: This is my first square filled on @jacklesversebingo 🎉 aand I got bit carried away with that😅

Word count: ~3.4k

Square used: Tonight by R3YAN & BLVKES (prompt will be in bold)

This was requested by @alternativeprincess94 ( I hope you'll like it💖)

Could you do a smut where the reader has had enough of hearing Jensen brag on making all the lady’s have orgasms and she said that he can’t do it over FaceTime and when he comes home he proves her wrong but she completely forgot about the conversation they had please

originally sent to @cevansbaby-dove

Warnings: 18+ONLY, language, fingering, oral(m receiving), breeding kink (i think, but including this just in case), face fucking, DOM! Jensen, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation(kind of), bit of angst and fluff

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I was sitting in a diner on my lunch break and I was extremely bored waiting for my food to arrive so I decided to FaceTime Jensen. I know it's like 10am in Vancouver where he was currently filming Supernatural, and it's Saturday morning, but that didn't stop me. If I had to wake up early to go to work, I'm waking him up too. He always does the same to me, so tit for tat.

I started call and he didn't pick up the first time. I sent a text to him.

Y/N: Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!

He was probably still asleep, but not for long. Sometimes I wonder if I'm too mean to him, but then I think nah, no such thing. So I called him again.

"Have you got any idea what time it is ?" He looked hungover and very grumpy at the moment. "Yeah, it's lunch time and I'm bored."

"It's Fucking 10am on a Saturday. Go read a book if you're bored, why you have to terrorize me?" He asked and sat up in bed.

"Well, cause it's so much fun! And I had some time to kill, going back to work in 45. You look awful by he way. Had a long night?"

He laughed dryly as he leaned against his headboard. "You could defintely say that again. We had a wrap party for the season. It got little bit out of hands." I laughed heartily. "Oh, I do not envy you then, good luck with the hangover." My food arrived and I put my phone up against the sugar bowl on the table so I could still chat with Jensen and eat at the same time. "Hey, guess where I am?" I asked and pointed my camera to my food which was both of ours go-to order from our favorite restaurant. "Noo, not Torchy's! God, now I have to find me some tacos. Damn you, woman!" I did a little happy dance and he groaned loudly.

"Who's calling you this early?" I heard a woman's whiny voice next to him. I was little taken aback, but decided to try to play it cool. "She's a friend. I told you girls about her last night." Girls? GIRLS?? He had multiple women in bed with him and he didn't hang up on me. Damn, I feel special, I thought to myself.

"Wait, what? What did you talk about me?" I asked with a mouthful of hot food, that I swallowed quickly. "Sorry." I apologized to him. "Oh, nothing much, just that you're my BFF." He said, mockingly throwing back his hair before continuing. "I'm getting back Thursday, want to grab some dinner and drinks then? I'll see if Jared maybe wants to join us." I nodded. "Sure! That sounds fun!"

After some chatting I saw a manicured hand slowly moving up on his chest. "Can you maybe hang up now? We are bored too." One of the women said suggestively. "What? Didn't you have enough last night?" He laughed cheekily.

I had trouble keeping my food down. "Jensen, please! I'm trying to eat here. Can you keep from bedroom talk until you've hang up on me?" I grumbled. "And, FYI, they're probably just trying to boost your ego. I wouldn't take their word for it." I gave a quick teasing jab after. But deep down the all familiar feeling jealousy started to creep up. I couldn't help but envy those girls.

"Oh, Y/N, dear, believe me. They're not." he chuckled and moved his hand out of frame, doing God knows what there. "Guess I'll have to show you myself someday." he said with a flirty wink directed at me.

"Oh, God, no, Bye!" I said quickly and ended the call.

I was walking back to my office, trying to forget the last part of the call. I had to get these stupid thoughts about my oldest friend out my head.

Come Thursday morning I texted Jensen to see if our dinner plans are still in the works and almost immediately he answered : Of course! See you tonight:)

After work I hurried home to quickly shower and put some makeup on. For the clothes I chose some faux leather black leggings and topped it off with a black top and checkered blazer. Casual but not too casual which was perfect. Then I got a call from him.

J: Hey, Y/N. I was thinking Torchy's for tonight, you really made me jealous the other day. That good?

Y/N: Perfect! I'm on my way, so I'll see you there.

J: Sweet, see you soon!

I got to the restaurant and saw Jensen already at a table in the back corner. He got up when he saw me approaching. He looked absolutely stunning in his leather jacket. "Damn, I've missed you. It's been way to long!" He said warmly and hugged me tight."Hey, it's good to see you too. Jared had plans I presume?" I looked around us.

Restaurant itself was quiet today, which I didn't mind actually. On weekends there were always too many people there and it was too loud. Right now it had more of a relaxed vibe. "Yeah, he had a date tonight." He said as we sat down." Which brings me to a question I have to ask. Can I please- please, please , please - crash with you tonight? I do not want to be home when he gets back and I'm positive he won't be alone." He looked at me pleadingly.

"But what if I want to take someone home tonight? It has been long you know since..." I teased him and he didn't catch it immediately. "Oh, okay then, of course. I didn't think of that." He sighed and leaned back.

Waitress brought us the menus and we ordered our food and couple of drinks. "By the way, I was joking before. Of course you can stay the night. Did you really think I was going to say no or better, have a date?" His face lit up with a wide smile. "I actually did, yeah. I was seriously considering whether to risk going home or not. So thanks." He laughed.

The whole dinner went amazingly. We hadn't seen each other face to face since Christmas so we had four months worth of news to fill each other in.

Our food was long gone but we kept the cocktails coming. We were laughing so hard that more than once someone came to tell us to keep it down. Drinks were doing their job and I was definitely getting tipsy.

"So yeah, after New Years I quit my job at accounting and did training course in HR management. And it has been amazing so far. Really. I don't understand how I was able to work as an accountant for nearly 10 years. I feels like a breath of fresh air. The challenges and problem solving are more up my alley so I'm very happy at the moment with were I am." I babbled with a contented smile and he let me do it without interruptions, just listening me intently.

We both took a moment to quietly relax, taking in the cozy atmosphere of the place. Only us and one other couple were left in the restaurant, it was probably closing up soon.

"So it's getting late. Want to head home?"

Jensen finally spoke, looking for his wallet.

"Hey, I can pay for myself. You really don't have to." I cut in. "No, Y/N. It was my my idea, so I'm taking care of the bill today." I knew there was no point of arguing with him so I raised my hands in defeat but still added. "Next time's on me then."

When we left the restaurant and I felt a bit light-headed. "Hey, can we take a little walk? I want to clear my head little bit." I looked up at him. He put his hand around me and pulled me closer. "Yeah, of course. You sure you're fine?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah, just a bit dizzy." I smiled.

We started to slowly stroll in direction of my apartment. We walked in silence for ten minutes or so, when Jensen stopped abruptly. "What's wrong?"

He took a deep breath and began to speak. "I'm sorry if I'm overstepping right now but I can't keep quiet. It's probably couraged by alcohol as well, but you have to know it's one hundred percent me." My brows furrowed and I nodded understandingly.

He stepped closer to me before continuing. "I don't know what happened to me but after our video call last week? I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Y/N."

My brain totally failed to take in what he said. "What?"

"I know, I know. We're friends and it's wrong but right now, and for the whole evening today, kissing your soft, velvety red lips is all I'm capable to think of." He started to slowly lean in on me. "I am going to kiss you. Say no and we won't ever have to talk about this again." He stopped for a little moment to see if there's any protest coming from me.

My heart skipped a beat when he finally brushed his lips against mine. First the kiss was gentle, wary even, as if he still believed I was going to push him away. My fingers immediately snaked through his hair to his neck to pull him closer. I kissed him back hungrily and found myself back against the wall. This was now a full on make out session in the middle of the street, but we didn't care.

His hand stroked inside of my thigh and I was getting soaking wet already. My heart was racing and breathing got shallower. "Fuck, Jensen, I need more. I need you." I managed to whisper when we broke the kiss. He rested his forehead againt mine and tried to catch a breath. " I- Shit, Y/N, are you really sure? I don't want to- " I didn't let him even finish his sentence, the need for his touch was getting unbearable. "Shhh. Yes, I'm sure." I kissed him again. "Take me home then." he finally said and flagged down a taxi for us.

The taxi drive to my apartment couldn't be more slower. As we were trying to keep our hands to ourselves in the car, I finally had a moment to think. Is this really a good idea? What happens after? We can walk away from this as friends, right? I'm sure he can, but it's the other half I'm worrying about. I was getting nervous and tried to calm down. I looked at Jensen and he was staring at me like I was prey he was waiting to devour. No man has ever looked at me this way. I felt truly desired. I decided to deal with the outcome tomorrow. We're fucking grown ups. I want him. He clearly wants me. So I was going to focus on him.

I put my hand on his thigh close to his crotch and squeezed. "Can't wait already to get you out of these restrictive pants" I whispered into his ear. "Oh, fuck me!" He muttered under his breath. "That's the plan, you know?" I purred and peppered his neck with soft kisses.

I fumbled with my keys outside apartment building door, as he was behind me, now grabbing me everywhere possible. He put his hand on my thigh and moved it slowly upwards between my legs, the other one squeezing my breast. His motions made me throw my head onto his shoulder and stifle a moan. "Oh, that feels good." I sighed.

He let me go and to my hand to walk towards the elevator when an idea struck. I let go of him and quickly started to run up the stairs. "Catch me if you can!" I yelled after. Taking two steps at a time I had a little head start on Jensen, I heard him grunt behind me. "Damn you, Y/N! You just wait and see!" he laughed. I was ahead of him by a floor and he still managed to catch me at my door. He turned me to face him and roughly pushed me up against the door. My legs immediately snaked around his waist like a reflex. Our lips met again forcefully. "Oh, baby, I made you some promises last week so I'm not gonna pretend I'll try to be gentle with you tonight." He growled.

He carried me inside and closed the door behind him with a kick. He walked straight to my kitchen and sat me down on a bar stool. While one of his hands was pulling my hair, the other started to explore my body more. Still rubbing me through my leggings, he pulled me up from the chair. "Strip." I wasn't going to let him say that twice. "Yes, sir!" I shot him a sassy smile. I quickly removed all my clothing, while he stood there and watched.

He lifted me up to the counter and kissed me hungrily, groaning as he pressed his body between my legs. He lowered himself to kiss and lick my breasts, I couldn't hold back the moans as his tongue circled on my nipple. "Fuck, Jensen, please." I whimpered under him. His fingers were teasing my folds and started pumping inside me and I pulled him up again to kiss me. "You're so fucking tight and warm. Soaked already. All for me, huh?" he asked between kisses. "Can't wait to bury myself into you. You want me to fuck you, like I fucked these girls after you called? Hmm?" He whispered, his lips leaving trail of goosebumps moving up my neck and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling, when he reached to my weak spot under my ear.

"Oh, ghh - god!" Desperate whine was all that came out of me, when I felt him pull his fingers out. "Answer me. You want to be fucked like they were?"

"Yes, please." I managed to whisper quietly. "Yes, please, what?" he asked me, teasing my aching pussy with slow strokes. "Yes, please, Sir!" I repeated and my hips jerked up when he suddenly filled me again with his fingers. "Learning fast, aren't we? But you're gonna have to wait for that. Cum for me, babe." He ordered, moving his hand faster until I came, clenching around him, silently screaming as I threw my head back in pleasure. "Oh, look at you, taking orders like a good girl." He kissed me softly as I squirmed and calmed down from my climax.

He picked me up and moved us to the bedroom, where he sat me down on the corner of the bed before starting to undress himself. I'd seen him shirtless on countless occasions, but still it was a glorious sight. But what really left me speechless was the way my cunt clenched around nothing when his cock sprung out of his boxers. I couldn't help but audibly gasp at the sight, which made him chuckle.

"Come here. On your knees." He said softly, stroking his hard cock. I lowered myself onto the floor in front of him. Jensen grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled gently, guiding me closer to him. I put my hands behind my back, and looking up through my thick lashes, I opened my mouth wide. "Aren't you a pretty sight?" He said approvingly, slowly pushing himself in.

He started to thrust gently at first, picking up speed with each move going deeper. I was gagging and my eyes had started to water, when he got worried. "Tap my thigh if it's too much, okay?" I moaned loudly and nodded, but refused to give up yet. He smiled at the sight. "Such a perfect little slut. Taking it deep." He continued, keeping the same pace as before. His groans started to grow louder. "Fuck!" He finally cursed, breathing shallowly as he pushed deep into my throat once more before he pulled out. "Almost came down your throat. Can't have that when I have that beautiful needy cunt waiting to be filled, isn't that right?" My whole body shivered when I heard him speak like that, praising and degrading left and right, I was almost ready to cum again.

"Please, Jensen." I begged him as I stood up again. "Oh, yeah, sweetie, you're getting it." He purred into my ear, turned me around to face the bed and pushed me onto the bed. "Jensen!" I squealed and laughed when I landed with a soft thud. I turned onto my back and leaned up on my elbows.

What a fucking view I had. Jensen's hair was messy, few beads of sweat were glistening on his forehead. His gaze over my body turned dark and needy, predatory even, ready to attack at any given moment.

I looked straight into his eyes as I opened up my legs and ran one hand through my folds. "Hmm, I think I was promised something." He suddenly reached to my legs and yanked me down to the end of bed. He spat into his hand and rubbed it all over his cock to lube it, although, it really wasn't needed, seeing the state I already was in. "I bet you feel so tight and perfect around my cock, baby." He said as he lined himself up between my legs. Slowly starting to push in, he hovered above me to kiss my lips. I couldn't help but squirm when I finally felt him deep inside me.

He held my hips in place with one hand on my stomach and stilled for a moment to get me used to his size. "So perfect. I love you, baby." He whispered and thrusted into me with such force, that my eyes rolled into my skull and back arched up from bed. "Oh, Jay!" I mewled under him when he continued to pound into me harshly.

I digged my nails hard into his shoulders when he didn't show a sign of slowing down. "I'm gonna fill you up good. You want that, huh? Talk to me, Y/N." I tried to catch my breath. Never before have I felt so unable to form a sentence. "Oh, yes...please..I will take ..it all." I squeezed my eyes shut. "I'm going to- fuuck.. " I whined out. "You're so beautiful when you cum, you know that? Cum all over me, baby." Jensen said and rubbed my clit , driving me over the edge completely. He kept fucking me relentlessly and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out.

His own release followed soon after and with a loud grunt, he finally came inside me, coating my walls with his seed. "Oh, fuckk!" He groaned out and let his body drop down. Trying not to crush me with his weight, he held himself up on elbows. "You're beautiful, Y/N. So fucking gorgeous." He leaned down to kiss me. It was gentle and passionate and sweet, so different from the man who just fucked me into oblivion. He still remained unmoving in me so I was completely pinned under him.

I looked into his eyes and there was something unreadable in them. I felt unreasonably hurt inside. "We have to get up, I need to change the sheets." I said quietly and tried to gently push him up. He took the hint and got off me. Suddenly the room felt colder.

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you - ahem- do you regret this Y/N? " He asked quietly.

"No. I could never. But I know you will probably in the morning." I said as walked towards the closet in the hall. "Don't do this, Y/N." He called after. I turned my back to him and started looking for a sheet and two towels, to clean ourselves up. I didn't hear him following but I felt his presence behind my back. He moved my hair over one shoulder, softly brushing his lips over my neck. "I meant what I said before." He turned me around to face him.

I forced myself to look into his evergreen eyes. "What?" I whispered. "I love you, Y/N. I always have." My insecurities made it hard to believe his words. "Why haven't you said anything before then?' I asked quietly. "I was scared and because I knew you could do so much better than me. I'm messed up. I've slept around probably with half of Austin. That's how I know you could get someone better."

My heart broke at hearing his words. Like I would let someone's body count speak for their personality, especially his. "Oh, Jensen." I took his face into my arms. "You're definitely not messed up. You're the most kind-hearted, bestest person ever. How could you not see that yourself? You deserve the world." I said with a warm smile. He rested his head against mine.

"But I want you to be my world."

Taglist: @cevansbaby-dove , @jackles010378 @deanwinchestersgirl87

#jacklesversebingo23 #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles smut #spn cast #smut #bit of angst

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● forever ● s.harrington

warnings

{multi series}, angst, huge changes to s4 / past canon (nobody died but Jason, starcourt's rebuilt, max isn't almost dead, the portal is PERMANENTLY closed now), single mom/ former teen mom reader, baby talk -in moderation.. your daughter is 3, she's just really starting to grasp speech so.. yeah.. eventual filth -probably featuring Steve's known breeding k*nk, eventual roommate trope, mentions of robin's struggle with her sexuality + maaybe robin gets the girl here (Barb. i'm dying on this hill, sorry), typical small town judgmental bullshit, found family, mentions of past injury/violence (because they didn't beat Vecna and close the portal without being unscathed in some way), kind of a slow burn, unapologetic fluff, mentions of smoking / alcohol..

<- reader/you are a female. with female parts. and a child that you've had since you were 17. and a past / clothing and appearance that all tie into this. reader/you have a personality, backstory and past. you/reader's daughter Stevie is 3/4, give or take. this is yet another self indulgent thing and again, i am.. not sorry. nope not at all.

word count

2727 exactly. this is the first part to this.

(( am fully in the grips of a mighty need for dad!steve.. and..eventually.. giving him his dream life. ))

summary

--- you're robin's cousin and you need a new start for yourself and your 3 year old daughter, Stevie Robin. -named after Stevie Nicks and your cousin, ofc- and this brings you to Hawkins.

taglist + shoutouts

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@tbmunson - bestie. babe. ilysm. this is for you. for us. i really hope you like it and idk what I'd do without you to talk to -and possibly annoy, lmaooo.

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ONE

"Okay, aunt Janet said it's a right turn. Across the street from Big Buy. It's a big sign, I can't miss-" you grumble as soon as you realize you've done just that.

"Mama! Mama look!" your daughter is giggling in her car seat, she's pointing to the park on her side of the street and you pull in.

"We play?"

"No, sweetie. Maybe later, 'kay?" You smile at her and reach out, smoothing her shaggy bangs behind her ears. "I've gotta trim your hair later."

"No!"

"Yes." you laugh, pulling your Mustang out into traffic and merging with it. Your daughter is eating the fries you got her on the way into town. "We live here now, mama?"

You nod and smile. "Yeah."

"Aunt Wobin? She live here too?" Stevie has her little head tilted, staring at you with big eyes. You laugh and nod. "Yeah baby, she lives here too."

Your daughter is so little. So sweet and she's so happy. For her, this has been one big and happy adventure and you're satisfied to keep it that way. She's too little to go through what your own mother -Robins aunt, put you through before finally throwing you out. She doesn't know that you're silently freaking out right now because this is a huge risk you're taking.

The video store Robin works at for the summer comes into view with only 1 car, a brown BMW, parked outside. "I thought Robin was working." you wonder as you turn the engine off and slip your feet back into your shoes.

"Mama. Shoes."

"Good girl." you nod, slipping out of your seat to shut the door with your hip. You make your way around to your daughters side of the car and open her door, leaning into the car to unfasten Stevie and attempt cleaning her up and putting her shoes on before you go inside. 

As you do this you're totally unaware that your being watched. Steve's leaned in the door, arms folded. And he’s trying hard not to stare at you but his eyes are moving up your body slowly. As you straighten to full height, he swallows down a lump in his throat and clears it. 

Grin in place as he really takes you in. Your little girl is the most adorable kid he's seen, like her mom, he thinks to himself as he hears the little girl with light brown hair and freckles call you Mama.

He's thrown for a loop because you look as old as he is. 

"Is Robin Buckley here?" you ask after a few seconds. He's wondering if maybe you're not the cousin she always finds a way to slip into conversations lately, but he shoves the thought that follows this wonder down deep, ,, if this is ___, she's beautiful. took my breath away, honestly." because the thought is dangerous and it's one he refuses to allow himself to even begin entertaining.

Because the second he does even attempt entertaining anything lately, his time trapped in Vecna's mindscape comes rushing back and he can hear it all again on repeat. And it hurts, it makes him bitter, it makes him angry all over again.

Steve's hand raises and rests against the back of his head. He smiles at you and nods. Tries to answer your question but the words get hung in his throat. You're both standing in the doorway, nearly body to body and he takes a deep breath, getting frustrated with himself because he's so distracted by you and your adorable little girl -and a dream that he's been trying to forget about lately because he doesn"t even know if it should happen anymore and he's trying to be okay with that fact- he can't think straight let alone speak properly.

He nods. "She's uh..she's inside. In back, I think." he finally manages to answer, biting back a groan as your soft body brushes against his as you work your way into the store. 

"Robbie! Hey!" you're calling out to your cousin as you stop in front of the circular counter in the middle of the store and switch your little girl from one hip to the other.

Your little girl is playing peek a boo with him and he's laughing and it's probably the first time he has in weeks at this point. "You're a cutie, yeah." He's smiling at Stevie and she reaches out for him, dropping the purple stuffed alligator in the process. Steve bends to pick it up and he hands it to her. She gives him a gap toothed grin, "Fank you, sir."

He laughs. "What's your name, huh?"

"I Stevie Robin."

Steve feels that yearning tug at him and he shoves it down. Hiding the pain at his own thoughts, he smiles at your daughter. "I'm Steve."

"Mama! Mama!"

"What is it, sweetie?"

"He Steve. Kinda like me!" she giggles, turning her gaze to Steve as she adds in awe, "Pretty Steve."

You're torn between blushing and laughing. Then you make the mistake of really looking at Steve. And it hits you, you're wondering if he's the same Steve your cousin Robin is talking so much about all the time.

Your daughter isn't wrong, not even in the slightest. You tilt your head slightly and you're taking him in. From the shaggy hair that hangs over his forehead and covers one brow to the way he's got his hand resting on his head calls attention to that hand. By the time you reach his eyes -and immediately get lost in their warmth and depth, you're fidgeting a little. But then you're staring at his mouth, from the perfectly formed cupids bow to the thickness of his lips. His shoulders are broad, biceps fight against the restraint of a beige polo shirt.

If this were the version of you you used to be, before Stevie, before the way her father ripped out your heart, you're absolutely sure you'd be in prime flirt mode right now. But you're not. And your life is totally different now. You have Stevie, she comes first.

The thickening tension is shattered by your cousin Robin and not a second too soon. She's racing towards you with open arms and you find yourself and your daughter being squeezed til you almost can't breathe. The hug breaks and the two of you are laughing and happy and Robin pulls away to look at you as she lets out a long whistle. You shake your head and laugh. "I thought you two weren't coming in until next week!"

You laugh quietly. " The uh..my apartment got broken into. And then my boss pissed me off and I quit. It was now or never, so here I am."

"Your apartment got broken into?" Steve is gaping. You nod. "It happens."

"It shouldn't." Steve answers, staring down at you and Robin clocks it immediately. 

She's been talking about him to you a lot -and vice versa, because after his speech in the RV, she started to casually mention you in conversation to him a little more too- . She does this hoping she'd make you -or him, at least a little curious, especially since the night she got a 2 am drunken call from him in which he went on this tangent about how bitter watching everyone start their lives was making him. Then he confided something to her that blindsided her with just how perfect he might be for you.

He wants a family. He needs people to take care of. He really needs to be taken care of in return because Robin knows him like the back of her hand at this point and she knows he's a good man. 

She knows that you're dying for the same, it's all you've ever talked about, especially all the times your mom would hurt, use, lie to or turn her back on you, disappointing you over and over. 

"Yeah, well.." you mumble, eyes locked on his. "Just glad Stevie was with a sitter and I was picking up a shift at the bar down the street."

"Yeah." Steve mutters. Your voice is soft, a sweet and lazy drawl he could listen to for hours and as soon as this one comes to mind, he's rubbing the back of his neck.

Stevie reaches for him. You start to object but Steve takes her into his arms and smiles, acting as if it's nothing. As he takes her around the little store, you can finally pull yourself together just a little. Robin clears her throat. "That's Steve Harrington, by the way. My best friend. Well, my other best friend." she gives you a soft grin. You hug her and as the hug breaks you laugh softly. "I named her after you and Stevie Nicks."

Robin is speechless, gaping at you as if she might just cry. Then she laughs softly, nodding to the way Stevie is just content to be carried around by Steve. You laugh softly. Tear your eyes off the two because it's concerning just how easy it is to let your imagination run wild. "She doesn't meet a stranger."

"She takes after her mommy." Robin teases as she watches you watching Steve with your daughter. "Nick was an asshole. He didn't deserve either of you."

"Fuck Nick." you mumble, tearing your eyes off of Steve and the way he's so good with Stevie because if you don't..it's a slippery slope. Robin's caught you though and she can't help but smile to herself. She clears her throat. "You're staying with us, right?" 

"Yeah…aunt Janet, she told me to take as long as I want but I'm gonna try to get on my feet as quick as I can."

"No, take your time."

"Robin, trust me..you think that now but trust me.

 You want me to do it quick."

Steve chuckles as Stevie finds the Disney aisles. "You like Disney, huh?"

"Some. Love Bambi." Stevie answers politely as she rests her head against his shoulder and yawns. "I show you gator."

She raises a little arm to show Steve the dark purple alligator she's been carrying the whole time. "He my fwiend." 

"Oh he is,huh?"

"Mhm. Where mama an me lived before.. there were real ones!" her enthusiasm makes Steve laugh. "You like alligators?"

"Mhm! An fruit bats."

Steve laughs. "What about dinosaurs?"

"T rex!" she's giggling and when she holds on tighter to him, his heart melts. And the oh so familiar longing ache is back. Made worse this time by the fact that Nancy, the girl he held out hope to have it all with, she's finally moving on. Moving away, leaving Hawkins with Jonathan and while Steve is happy for her, it's killing him because he's realizing that there's a good chance that his dreams might not come true. 

Nobody chooses him. Nobody ever wants to stay. He's never enough.

"Where did you live before?" he asks and she smiles. "New.." she pauses, little cheeks puffed as she thinks.

"I hafta ask my mama."

"Okay." He's laughing. "Let's go back over to her? Are you ready?"

She's giggling because he's giving her a piggyback ride. You laugh quietly and nudge Robin, nodding at him as he carries Stevie over to you on his back. 

"Oh she's in love now." Robin laughs and you laugh along with her. Steve stops in front of you, letting you take your daughter off his back. And as you do so, your fingers graze against muscled shoulders and you suck in a breath. You step away, letting Stevie settle on your hip.

"We should probably go. It looks like there are people coming. " you nod to a group of teenagers approaching, some on bikes and a girl on a skateboard.

Steve nods. "Yeah. I'll uh.. I'll see you around." and without another word, he grabs his cigarettes, tells Robin he's going on a break and he's gone, vanished out the door at the back of the store. You're staring.

Robin speaks up. "He's had a really rough time lately."

As you say your goodbyes to Robin, one of the boys that comes in is calling his name, searching the store. Robin nods to the door. "Out there, dingus."

You leave with Stevie, going back to your aunt and Robin's trailer to drop off Stevie with your aunt so you can go out and look for jobs because you're determined to get settled in as quick as you can.

CONTINUED

"Steve? Are you okay?"

Steve doesn't answer Dustin, he only shrugs. Thumps his cigarette onto the pavement. "I'm fine,kid."

"You're not."

"I am, Dustin."

"I know you're not. Just talk to me." Dustin coaxes but Steve shakes his head, refusing. "Just a long day."

"Who was Robin hugging goodbye when we came in?"

"___. Her cousin and her cousins kid, Stevie."

Dustin grimaces because suddenly, he knows exactly what's wrong with Steve right now and it has everything to do with something Steve admitted when they were all preparing to face Vecna in March. 

He saw Stevie just now, got reminded of his dream. The one he's giving up on. The one Vecna used against him when he tried to take over Steve’s mind during the whole thing. The one Steve goes above and beyond not to talk about, especially lately.

"Stevie.. like in Stevie Nicks?" Dustin chuckles as he asks, glancing over at Steve.

Steve shrugs. "Didn't ask. I uh..kept my distance. Let Robin and __ talk. I walked Stevie around the store a little."

"Yeah she yelled at Max that she had a pretty skateboard." Dustin smiles. “She’s a cute kid.”

"She using the dinosaur one again?"

Dustin chuckles. "Yeah. Said the deck is fucked on her favorite one. She said Billy ordered a new one but it won't be in for like.. six weeks because it was on backorder or something.. I still can't get over Billy Hargrove not being a massive prick anymore, man." Dustin laughs and the sound dies away as he gazes at his best friend. Noting the dark circles under his eyes. The way he's quieter. Less outgoing lately, he's started to spend more time alone than he does with nearly all of them. Dustin's worried that something's really wrong with Steve because Steve isn't like this. At all. So he's trying to stick close. Eddie keeps telling him he needs to. That they all need to. Says Steve is struggling with heavy shit.

"Stevie likes dinosaurs. 'S what she told me anyway." Steve thumps the cigarette pack against his palm again. "I'll be fine, Dustin."

"You're my best friend. I'm gonna worry." Dustin responds, tapping a sneaker against the pavement. 

"You don't need to. I'll be fine, Henderson. Just realizing I wasted a lot of time up to this point. Did I really think she was gonna come back one day?"

Dustin puts an arm around Steve. "You loved her, man. Hope isn't a bad thing."

Steve shrugs. "Kind of is when you put it all in one person or thing. But it's fine. If Nance can move on.." He goes quiet, laughing at himself. Dustin speaks up. "You should too…right?"

Steve shrugs. "Somethin’ like that. I'll get around to it. It’s not exactly top priority anymore."

There's nothing like facing down what you think will be your death and beating it to put life into perspective. He knew hope for his dream with Nancy Wheeler was gone when he and Eddie Munson walked out of the station following a long interrogation on zero sleep just in time to see Nancy reunite with Jonathan. The way she looked at Jonathan.. it stung. But it woke him up and now.. he's just going to close this chapter in his life. 

He pulls himself off the pavement and makes his way back inside with Dustin. 

,, Maybe you don't give up on your one dream.. maybe just stop trying to seek it out and see if it'll come to you." this thought is conflicted by another,   just don't bother. You're not enough. When Vecna tried to get in your head, he did have a few good points."

CONTINUED

Stevie goes bolting out the door as soon as she sees Robin get out of the passenger seat of Steve's car. After she hugs Robin at least four times, she wanders over to Steve's side and he opens the door. Stevie climbs into his car to sit and Robin laughs to herself as she watches. 

The little girl is staring at the fading red scar that circles his neck and she knows she shouldn't. She knows it's rude but she's curious. And maybe she's a little afraid that whatever happened to cause it hurt her new friend. Little fingers raise and rest against the raised flesh. "Ouchy."

Steve chuckles and nods. "Yeah."

"When mama kisses my ouchies, they always get better." Stevie gazes up at Steve intently. "Mama sleep." Stevie mumbles after a few seconds. 

"Yeah, Robin told me how far you two drove."

"Was fun. Mama took me t' parks. And this huge rocking chair."

"Stevie?"

"She's over here, Robin." Steve calls out to his best friend. Then he remembers the movie he rented under his account so Stevie could watch it. He reaches over into the seat and holds it out to the little girl to be rewarded by her, flinging her arms around him and thanking him. Then she holds up a stuffed t-rex to him. "You have? He protec." 

"You should keep it." But she's shaking her head and she gives him this cute little frustrated look as she gestures to the neck scar he's been really self conscious about lately. "So that won't happen again. Please?"

Steve takes the t-rex and pulls himself out of the driver seat. "C'mon. I'll give you a piggyback ride to Robin, okay?"

Across the road, Max Mayfield is seeing all this and smiling to herself. "Maybe everything will be okay."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fic #<- my writing ● steve harrington #<- warnings | angst - swearing - single mom reader. reader was a teen mom too - see full warnings above #<- warning | female reader - female parts / clothing / personality and backstory. reader is borderline OC in that she's Robin's cousin. #-- if you want your dad!steve fix this is gonna be that. if you're into found families this is also definitely that.

[renaissanceman5073]

50 Reasons to leave your lover, and 4 reasons to stay...

Old romantic relationships are always easy targets. The arguments are old, the insecurities are old, the communication is stale, the sex is old, and even the hopes, dreams and goals get worn. On any given day, anyone in a long term relationship, like a marriage, can probably think of 50 reasons to leave. Most, if not all of those reasons are petty little mole hills that, over time, have turned into mountains. "I never have clean socks," over time, morphs into "she doesn't care about me," then "she willfully ignores me," then finally, "we just aren't partners in this thing." "He doesn't take out the trash" turns into "he doesn't contribute around the house," then "he doesn't value our relationship," and finally "he's a lazy asshole."

The thing is, if you started your analysis with "he's a lazy asshole," you would never have dated, much less married the guy. Conversely, "not washing socks" is just not a good reason to give up the love of your life. The 50 petty reasons are really nothing more than projector screens upon which we project all of our hurts, insecurities, and disappointments with one another. Deep down, there may only be one or two reasons to really leave, neither of which has anything to do with socks, laundry, trash, lawn mowing or cleaning out the garage.

I had 50 reasons to leave my wife. She had 150 reasons to leave me. After 20 years of marriage however, I am quite certain that each of my reasons could be traced back to a small conversation or gripe that I voiced and was not adequately addressed. I'm sure she could perform the same analysis. But then we didn't spend enough time thinking about the reasons to stay. The reasons to stay are usually big, bold, and age well like a good Bordeaux. They simmer all day on the stove and create that inviting smell of home after a long day. 

1.  Intimacy

Life really is difficult without intimacy. There is a reason that most people do not want to be isolated on a deserted island for the rest of their lives. While that may have occasional appeal to the mom, who has changed diapers all day, washed stinky sheets, cooked the meal and bathed the kids, at the end of most days she would miss the company. Intimacy is that feeling that you and the other person really are one flesh. That you know everything, good and bad, that there is to know about one another and you have made the choice to accept that person for who he or she really is. While helping that person become the person they want to be, you are reassuring them that they are loved and accepted for who they are. Intimacy is not uncomfortable and, while it requires a great deal of work to achieve and maintain,  it is the glue that keeps things together, even through tough times.

2.  Familiarity

It is said that familiarity breeds contempt, but I don't think that is really the case. If it were, we wouldn't slip on that old pair of slippers or those perfectly shaped yoga pants to lay around the house on a Saturday. While new things are shiny and exciting, there is something to be said for the old, reliable things that have come to mean more to us than just their function. Relationships are the same way. I find myself, for example, gravitating towards people that make me feel comfortable, make me smile and laugh, or make me feel warm and desired. I doubt I am any different than anyone else. While the new relationships are exciting, they can also be exhausting. No one wants to sit around every Saturday afternoon with someone they have to impress the entire time. At some point the spark fizzles a bit, and you best be comfortable and happy with what comes next. If that pair of slippers is old and never fit right, well, you have a problem and you'll never be comfortable - no matter how familiar with them you are. But, on balance, I think we'd rather have the old things that have more often than not made us happy.

3.  Company

Being alone is nice. I am a man that likes to spend a lot of time alone. But, I am not a man that wants to be alone forever. When we face life alone, we are facing it in a way that God never intended. He intended us to have one another to share both happiness and sadness with, anxieties and excitements. God created Eve for Adam for this exact purpose. He wanted us to have life long companionship. At the end of a hard day, I need to be alone for awhile. The harder the day, the more alone I need to be. At some point, however, it is time to emerge from the cave and rejoin the family. My daughter's voice, my son's laugh and my ex-wife's gentle hands on the back of my neck in that spot that always hurts would remind me of the importance this companionship played in my life.

4.  Love

Love comes in many forms. Love changes over time. It morphs, like an argument over socks, into something much larger than just attraction and limerence. Love grows over time, generally speaking, and forms the foundation for unconditional acceptance, that forms the basis for intimacy. When you've loved someone or something for a very long time, it is extremely difficult to want to leave it behind. That's not to say it doesn't happen or that it is not sometimes warranted. But, even disappointing relationships, if they are based on love, never really end. They just fade into the background.

#traditional family #traditional gentleman #renaissanceman5073 #traditional femininity #traditional gender roles #traditional gentlemen #traditional marriage

[ardalionandnatalia]

Ardalion and Natalia (X)

Katya is awakening now.

Katya just had a dream about the first time she and Kuzma came together.

She blinks as she wakes up and realizes she is not with Kuzma any longer.

Having entered the temple with her bundles of sheaves, herbs and flowers, Natalia is led to bathe and purify herself. She does so, and then seeks Katya in the woman's assigned chambers.

She sighs, feeling cold and sad as she remembered what had happened to her.

Had she really died, though, she wondered? She did not recall dying. She had only assumed she was dead after talking to Sam and the others.

She see Katya sleeping, now stirring. She kneels down beside her bedside and awaits for her to wake fully.

Katya: Natalia?

Folding her hands in her lap, Natalia poses still. Hearing her name uttered, she raises slightly, nearing Katya now, over her bed.

Natalia: Are you awake now? *gently draws back the covers and helps Katya sit up in bed*

Katya: yes, I am fine. Thank you for attending to me. What will happen next?

Natalia: *bows head in respectful deference, since Iole tasked her with serving Katya and preparing her for tomorrow* Iole and the other oracles are in the midst of final preparations and prayers to appeal for the forecast tomorrow. Iole has asked me to guide you through the final preparations you and I must undergo, since I am to be your companion when we traverse down into the inner core of the temple, beneath the ground. Today, you must be dressed and taught how to offer offerings to ensure you are answered.

Katya: I see. Thank you for guiding me. Are we heading out now to the core of the temple?

Natalia: No, not yet- we need to dress and prepare our garments before we are summoned by the oracles. It's not tomorrow yet. We have many things to do today. *offers Katya her hand, though wonders if Katya will be alarmed by her own boniness and claws. Ardalion's words still gnaw on her about bodies and such.*

Katya does not seem phased and takes her hand.

She is careful not to touch the claws, but does not seem to really care.

Natalia notices that Katya's forearms have some small scars on them from the years of working at the factory.

Surprised by her acceptance, Natalia glances down at their hands, and in the growing light of the sunlight shafting through, she notices the fine, pale scars lining and splotching Katya's arms. Natalia realizes Katya has lived a hard live and is determined to make this new life easier for her. She feels a swell of sympathy for the composed woman before her.*

Katya looks at her curiously, but does not indicate any other emotions otherwise.

Katya: You seem to be very curious about me.

Natalia: Let's go to the outer hall- we have better lighting, and we can prepare our garments and headdresses for tomorrow. I'll show you yours, as I'll be making it for you. Yes, you do elicit my curiosity- you're from another land, another people. I'm curious, especially since you are from the future, at least to me. You're two centuries beyond me. Come, let's go to the outer hall. The sun shining and there's a nice breeze.

Katya: Ardalion is also from my time and my country. I see you have been talking to him a lot. How do you find him...?

Natalia: I found him, along with another man, a man from England, who disappeared. Ardalion developed an altered form with powers, and we slain a trio of monsters together. He is a vain creature, fueled by the basest. I dislike him now and do not wish to speak to him. He is amusing with his ideas, he fancies himself some sort of philsopher, but he is like some upstart who thinks they're another Descartes or Prometheus because they read a few books or get promoted in their trades.

Katya: ...I see.

Katya bows her head.

Katya: You dislike Ardalion?

Natalia: I do- what of it? Let's focus on you and your goal here. Enough talk of him. Or the men here.

Katya: I don't truly dislike him. I still like him somewhat, to be honest. He is a charming man. My goal here is to see the vision to see my husband again, right? Well, this is related. My husband and Ardalion actually share my traits in common. Perhaps this is why I can't dislike Ardalion entirely, still, after all that has happened.

Natalia: Charming? I suppose he can be. But he's a lewd brute as well. Let's focus on your husband. And your baby.

I know what you mean, though. About not hating someone entirely. I and my mother... well.... it is complicated. She and I were as complex at the Gordian knot. And it seems we tied that knot between ourselves, equally at fault.

Katya's mouth tightens.

Katya: Indeed, things can be like that sometimes. Shall we progress with the ritual now? One more thing. Lewdness is not necessarily a bad thing. Or perhaps I'm wording it wrongfully.

Katya frowns.

Katya: I'm not good at expressing myself sometimes. I wasn't that well educated, unlike Ardalion and my husband.

Natalia: *nods, and leads Katya to a low-legged table, laden with a cloth, on top of which are bundles of herbs and fresh flowers, plus ripened wheat sheaves and fresh, supple sprigs* Education can only do so much- I too am educated, yet I fail at being gentle and kind. It's hard for me to make friends or be liked.

Katya: Emotional expression plays a large role in getting people to like you.

Natalia: It's better to be a better person, than have all the education in the world. Better to be enlightened, than scholarly.

Katya: There is nothing wrong with being scholarly though. *she frowns, hating herself for being a peasant*

Natalia: Yes, you are right. And I have a bad temper, as you might see in the future, Katya. You should be warned.

Katya: Enlightenment doesn't always come to the blind who have blind faith.

Natalia: Scholars can solve problems, but never themselves.

Katya: one must learn about the world with open eyes and not rely on blind faith as the uneducated are wont to do. My husband is a scholar.

Natalia: Perhaps. Enlightenment is a choice. Arrogance can barricade a person from choosing enlightenment. It demands humility at times. Then he is fortunate to have you, then.

Katya: and ignorance often means succumbing to drunkenness and abuse. I've seen it all.

Natalia: I lived among the educated- drunkenness and abuse are in all people.

Katya: You and I are from different cultures, different times. Where you come from, it seems like the women, in particular, act very differently. The way you talk about your mother...

Natalia: My mother, despite being the most educated and refined lady of the highest breeding, was a cruel soul. She was violent, too. She killed my father when he became blind after an accident.

Katya: It is not common where I come from for a woman to act like that.

Katya bites her lip again.

Natalia: Let's forget the past, and focus on what's before us. You want to see your husband and child again, do you not?

Katya: Yes.

Natalia: I am fortunate fate gave me another mother in Iole, though I respect her enough not to call her so.

Katya: I don't need a mother.

Natalia: Let me show your headdress, it's different from mine and the others.

Katya: I am glad you have found one though.

Natalia: But I do. So let's focus on our task at hand.

Katya: You like to talk back a lot, don't you?

Her tone is not angry or reproachful, merely curious. She's never talked with someone who replies like this before.

Natalia: Yes. What of it? Does it displease you that I do?

Katya: Most people I know would have just ended the conversation just then. No, it's just peculiar. And makes me wonder if I have angered you with my different opinions. I personally don't like talking back, so maybe that is why I thought for a while you were angry at me.

Natalia: *softens and lowers sharpened guard down* We are different, for sure, Katya. I hope I have not angered you, or given you offense. *grows thoughtful* I guess I talk back because I felt a need to talk back. Like if I didn't talk back, I'd have no power, and others could demean me, or overpower me. I like to voice what I think and feel, because for so long, I was forbidden to do so. Why do you dislike talking back? You are shy, I think?

Katya looks away.

Katya: I want to avoid conflict at all means. I don't mean to disturb you. Let's just go back to the task at hand.

Natalia: You should not be afraid, now that you're in this new world. You don't have to worry about the conflict being bold would have had in your life and world. *picks up the sheaves and supple, green sprigs to make Katya's headdress*

Katya doesn't respond. She doesn't quite appreciate Natalia lecturing her, however, and thinks that people should just agree to disagree. She dislikes the idea of talking back just for the sake of it, particularly to a stranger like Natalia.

Katya: Thank you for helping me out again.

Katya: *to herself* I'm bold in my own way. Who does this person think she is, lecturing me? She doesn't know anything about me and assumed I was even shy. If I wasn't bold, how would I not have made the connections I did with Galkin? I would not have gotten close to Kuzma if I was not bold, either. It took guts for me to find and approach him again, for me to start our relationship!

Natalia: *glances at Katya sideways and senses her inner annoyance. Natalia regrets her brash assumptions and how she paraded them before Katya. She attempts to reconcile*

Natalia: You

Katya thinks she'll never see Natalia again anyways, so what is the point of thinking so much about this?

Katya doesn't say anything and stares straight ahead.

Katya: Is something the matter?

Natalia: You're irked by what I said, are you not? I'm sorry. I assumed too much. In truth, I do not know you, so I can't understand you entirely, and what you do, and how you act.

Natalia: Forgive me.

Katya: I am not angry with you. Please proceed.

Katya closes her eyes, hiding a dismissive look away from Natalia.

Katya: *to herself* and this is why I usually don't have female friends. They assume too much and they think they can tell you all of these things on a first meeting.

Katya thinks it's a great irony that she was thrown into this mostly female world and the only two males here are Ardalion and Sam of all people.

Natalia: *opens her mouth as though she desires to pursues this matter further, but seeing Katya's dismissive look, feels piqued and meek. Hangs her head slightly, wanting to withdraw a bit. She has driven away yet another, and she regrets it was a newcomer as Katya is.*

Katya has not really given Natalia much thought as she thinks about Sam and how humorous he is.

Natalia: No, we have to prepare here. *grows a bit pensive. She senses Katya dislikes her company.* *bites her lip down, not wanting to fail Iole and vex Katya any further*

Katya: What do we do to prepare?

Natalia: *begins picking up the sheaves and sprigs, now bending the supple, tender sprigs into a U-shape, like a crown of sorts* We first need to make your headdress. Because you're a wife and mother, your headdress must be fashioned with ripened sheaves of wheat and corn, to symbolize your fruitfulness in life as a wife and mother. *holds up a golden sheave as she explains, the fine bristled head of the sheave glimmers slightly in the sunlight*

Katya: What if I was only a wife and not a mother? Then what?

Natalia: *places down Katya's designated headdress and picks up several flowers* Then your headdress would be of these- these flowers symbolize the woman before motherhood and marriage- she has not lived long into life, so she is like a flower.

Natalia: It's the same if you're wife and not a mother.

Katya: I see.

Natalia: But you're both, you're a wife and a mother.

Katya looks at Natalia for a while and is tempted to ask if she was married, but doesn't.

Katya feels that Natalia is indignant about this topic.

Katya: Yes, I am. I didn't know I would be, to be honest. But that's a topic for another day.

Natalia: Mine differs because I was never a wife, nor a mother.

Katya: I see. It is interesting. It must be liberating to never be a wife and mother.

Natalia: Yes, it was for the best. I'm not fit for either role. But let's return to yours. It will look very nice once I'm done.

Katya: especially since you seem very at peace with your choice, and the fact that you long to be mentored by a woman.

Natalia: Liberty only comes to those who can enjoy it despite their lives. I could be free as a mother and wife, or free as a woman on my own. A woman on her own can be just as oppressed.

Katya: Can I help you make the headdress?

Natalia: I'm sorry. I spoke too much. Let's focus on the task at hand, here. Almost finished- yes, please help me*notices her claws are tangled and tied in the delicate threads of the stripped sprig- holds out her hands to Katya to untangle and then re-tie the sheaves to the bent sprig*

Katya untangles and helps her to re-tie.

Katya: I never got along well with women, to be honest. I cannot imagine living here that long. I'm sorry about the comment I made about not wanting a mother when you clearly have alway wanted one. I spoke too soon.

Natalia: *looks thoughtfully at her, pauses for a moment before she speaks*

Katya: I just never felt the need to connect with any woman, to be honest. I've always had difficulties for some reason. I've always felt that women were judgmental, rude, and nitpicking.

Natalia: May I be honest with you, Katya?

Katya: And I admire people with strong goals who climb the social ladder. most women I knew and know are not like that. That is why I always felt the most comfortable with men. What do you want to say?

Natalia: Back in my life, when I lived as a human, I too never sought or even liked the company of women. They all seemed, as you say, just as you say- nitpicking, assumptive, meanly-minded, materialistic, and cruel creatures. All I saw were women like my mother, so many women like her. And my prioresses as well, who were no better than her. I met one girl who was a friend to me, but I lost her. Men were intelligient, they did things, they advance and moved the world in ways women were not allowed in my time. I wanted to join that world. I liked the company of men, like my father, Andrea, Signors Morosini and Di Petro, and even an unusal and unlikely friend in Calafado. I relished their company and took comfort in their understanding and acceptance.

Natalia: Even Calafado was kinder to me than my own mother.

Katya: I see.

Katya sighs and looks away. She was not expecting Natalia's life story.

She feels too tired and overwhelmed to have a proper conversation about these kind of things. She feels a bit guilty she hasn't been very open to talking more to Natalia, though.

Natalia: But I spoke too much now, I'm irritating you. See*holds up the headdress before Katya* It's finished now.

Katya feels that Natalia's personality is somewhat like Liza's--very acidic, critical and overly emotional. This somewhat disturbs her.

Katya decides to smile and take the headdress and forget all of this came up.

Katya: Thank you! This looks wonderful.

Natalia: *gestures for Katya to bow her head so she can crown the piece on her head*

Katya bows her head.

Natalia: *carefully secures the headdress between her ears and weaves a few strands of her light hair to fully latch the piece like a crown*

Katya: I bet this looks great on me. Thank you for your wonderful help, Natalia.

Natalia: Yes, you look fit now. Now for your robes.

Natalia: *ducks into another hall, speaks with another oracle, and is handed two folds of robes, one for herself, one for Katya*

Katya: What will you be doing to my robes?

Natalia: *gestures for her to stand in another hall where the sun is shining the least, so there is shade*

Natalia: We need to dress you now, in these special robes.

Natalia: *lies out Katya's robes on a lit patch of the mosaic floor, a white peplos with a red himation, the red symbolizing her marriage and motherhood*