#took so long to replicate ;v;

[humberg]

'That the biochip?'

[toastsnaffler]

this assay is so fucking fake......

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Noni !!!! ♡

Help! Staaap me ! I'm having ideas aaaa, I don't write well, but the muses gave me this, and I need to torment someone with it ! Lucky you !!

Here was I doing the dishes and daydreaming about a certain blonde sorcerer, and I'm giving you the idea/prompt/ idk what this is, but maybe it.could turn into a story in your dexterous hands. Hehehohoho

Your husband Nanami Kento wakes up and you're not there, he hears you the kitchen making Saturday morning lazy day off work breakfast.

He wakes up hit and bothered and go the kitchen to tempt you, he's in grey sweatpants, you are wearing his white t-shirt. In a soft gruff morning voice, you're in the sink washing some fruits, he kisses the nape of your neck, talking smoothly into your ear, you can feel his "discomfort" pressed up into your back, he carries you, coax you back to bed, kisses wherever he can. You continue carrying on with your duty, playing vou, until his slips a finger into your panties, starts toying with you and then your done for it, breakfast forgotten, he carried you back to bed and sweet, spicy love making morning time. 🔥🥵💀❤️‍🔥

Sends you a hug and well wishes ! I'm gonna rot in hell with all these ideas.

Tags/warnings: MDNI 18+, P in V, Cunnilingus, BJ's Domestic, Established relaationship, Soft Nanami Kento, mention of washing dishes and 1 mention of kidnapping (there is no kidnapping Nanami is just anxiety ball) FLUFF, smut, idk what else.

A/N: Here it is. Im sorry it took me so long to write this i mean i really put the pro in procrastination...

A sudden clang of metal jolted Nanami Kento out of bed. Immediately, his arm reached out to his right-– empty. The messy bed and askew pillow suggested someone may have lain there, but the lack of warmth that reached the blonde's fingers suggested that the one he looked for had left long before he arose. 

Nanami swung his legs off the side of the bed and, picking up his grey sweatpants off the floor but not quite bothering with his slippers, cautiously made his way out of the room toward the offending noise. His hand balled up in a fist, ready to attack whatever intruder there may have been awaiting and, of course, to defend the love of his life: you. 

But what met Nanami's eyes instead was the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen…

In the soft golden glow of the gentle morning sun, you stood— illuminated. 

Your hair was still messy from it being smushed against the pillow. You wore his white tee-shirt, which strained against your hips, tummy, and chest wrapping you in a secure embrace. And on your feet were your fluffy, bunny bedroom slippers. His tee-shirt barely covered your ass which Nanami quickly realised was bare underneath, when you lifted your arms, trying to reach a higher shelf. You were washing dishes…washing dishes… the clang. Nanami quickly put two and two together and smiled. There was no danger after all – save that of his breath loss.

He silently crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Good morning, beloved.” 

You jumped, dropping the bowl you'd been sleepily scrubbing, replicating the sound that woke Nanami from his dreams. “Christ, Ken…you scared the shit out of me.” 

The man behind you chuckled. He dipped his head to rest in the crook of your neck starting to kiss your skin softly. The smell of the bed still lingered on your body, warm and sweet. 

“We'll, we're even now. For a moment I thought you were being kidnapped and were putting up quite a fight.” 

“What—what do you mean?”

“A loud clang woke me up.” 

Silence fell as you stood trying to process the reason, during which time Nanami's nose grazed against your skin trailing down, inhaling your sweet scent. 

“Did you know how much you smell like something terribly edible in the mornings?” He nipped at you. 

“Ken…” you whispered, “It's early, Ken.”

“Mmm.”

“We forsook the dishes last night already. I really want to finish up.”

“Well, I'm not stopping you, am I?” 

You sighed and tentatively resumed the slow scrubbing of the bowl you had dropped earlier. 

Nanami dropped his hands from your waist to the hem of his tee shirt on you. You felt the fabric creep up the swell of your ass. 

“Kento-o-o,” you warned. 

“Go on. You're still able to wash the dishes.”

The lips on your neck burned,  sucking and licking at the thin skin. A wanton moan sounded somewhere, and with a blush, you realised it was you. 

Nanami chuckled. “That’s my girl.” 

“Nanami Kento, you really are incorrigible,” You turned around to kiss him. 

“Can you blame me? When I walked in here to find you looking like everything I ever dreamed of?” Your noses touched, and Nanami pushed his hips against yours. Suddenly the room felt hotter than before. “Do you see what you do to me…”

You could feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants. It strained against the fabric reaching out, needing touch. 

Nanami flipped you around so he could face your back and ground against your ass. His hands reached up to cup your breasts pulling you into him so he could whisper in your ear.

“Let's play a game, let's see if I can make you come before you can finish washing up. If you finish washing first, you win and I'll buy lunch for us today. If I make you come, well, you're buying.” 

Your lover's fingers found your slit. Expertly delving into the folds, he toyed with the bundle of nerves between. You were playing a losing game. The events of the night before were still fresh in your muscle memory and with the lightest touch your libido had been awoken again, remembering the touches from a few hours ago. 

Trying and struggling to pick up a plate and the sponge, you quickly realised your grip was lacking. Kento kissed your neck again, this time with the intention of leaving marks. His semi-hard cock prodded at your back and the thought of him lifting you onto the kitchen counter flashed in your mind. 

“You seem to have lost some soap darling,” Nanami said without missing a beat. You looked down at your hand, curled up in a fist, squeezing the once-pregnant sponge for all it was worth. “Now wouldn't it be something if I could make you come on just my fingers…” 

“Ken…this isn't fair,” you whined. 

“Oh is that so, would you like me to stop then?” 

You shook your head vigorously. 

“That's what I thought.” 

Keeping his fingers at your clit, Nanami kneeled down and used his other hand, and shoulders, to spread your legs apart. The tight tee-shirt rolled up your ass, exposing it to the cold morning air and you felt goosebumps rise. He spread your asscheeks and dipped his face right in, replacing his fingers with his tongue. You were already dripping. It wouldn't take long. 

The dishes lay untouched. Your knuckles were white from squeezing the sponge, and here you were, just seconds away from coming all over your lover's face.

Anticipating the release, Nanami hummed against your pussy and in his signature baritone commanded, “Come for me.” 

His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit sucking on the nub. Your legs gave way and immediately his hands caught hold of your waist. 

“Fuck– haa– coming, Ken–” 

Your thighs quivered and your orgasm came shattering through and you held the countertop for support as Nanami helped you ride out your high, licking you with slow broad stripes. When you slowly came down from it he withdrew, getting to his feet. 

“Guess I won that round.” 

You did not complain when he took your hands and led you away to the bedroom. The tee shirt was the first to come off. With it, he wiped away any remaining soap suds on your arms. He sat you down on the bed, your legs still unsteady, and you took the opportunity to grab the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“Sweetheart, you don't have to…” 

You shushed him. “I want to, please?” You said, looking up at him with big eyes. 

Nanami nodded. 

You tugged the fabric down, letting his cock spring free. 

Smiling at him, half disbelieving you remarked, “It's like we barely touched each other last night, look at you Min-min…” 

Nanami stroked your head. “It's the effect you have on me, Princess. You turn me on, so fucking much…” 

Your tongue licked a long stripe up his length, while you kept your eyes locked on him. “I could say the same about you, you know.”

Nanami closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the grip on your hair tightened. 

“Really? In that case, I'd suggest we keep doing that for each other for the rest of our lives.” 

You took the head in your mouth and bobbed up and down on it, letting him fill you. Although he allowed you to go at your own pace his hand never left your head, gently stroking your soft hair. With one hand you wrapped the base of his cock where your mouth couldn't reach and pumped him in time to the movements of your head. 

As it was always, Nanami's size was not easy. No matter how many times you took him in your mouth, you would dribble and drool, trying to fit more. Fortunately, this served to only spur the man on, and he gently thrust into your mouth – careful not to hurt you. 

It was evident you were not the only one still raw from the night before. Quiet grunts and deep growls, in the company of sharp hisses, as your tongue found its way around his cock head, told you that despite looking composed, Nanami was as desperate as you felt yourself to be. The wetness between your thighs only increased as you sucked his cock – turned on by not only what you were doing for him but also what you were doing to him.

A sudden loud hiss and Nanami grunted, “Shit, babe, get off!”

Losing yourself in the feeling of his cock in your mouth you failed to notice how Nanami's balls had tightened, ready to unload. You released him with a pop but continued stroking. “Come in my mouth,” You felt a twitch under your fingers but continued your gentle movement. 

“No, not your mouth, need to – feel—”

He pushed you down to the bed without waiting for a response. You smirked, and spread your legs. 

“Look at you, so desperate for this pussy. If only people knew how the great Nanami Kento could be made to kneel so easily.” 

Nanami blushed, lining his cock up with your entrance. His hands fondled your breasts lightly flicking the hardened nipples. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed past the small opening, stretching you out onto his cock.

“I could– say the same– about you, my love,” Nanami parroted your earlier statement. 

He bottomed out easier than usual, filling you to the brim. Your hands found purchase in his hair – tugging gently and you pulled his head to yours, meeting his mouth in a rough, sloppy kiss. He pinched your nipples just as you slipped your tongue in his mouth and swallowed the filthy moan that dripped from your lips. 

Kisses coupled with well-timed thrusts had you at the edge well enough, but Nanami was far ahead of you. Desperate to have you come around his cock again he searched the bed for the small vibrator that had been discarded among the rumpled sheets the night before. Not once did he stop fucking into you, searching only with the sense of touch and, when he finally came by it, wasted no time in switching it on and laying it on your clit.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Your hips bucked upwards as blasphemous prayers dripped from your swollen lips. He grabbed hold of you, easily lifting your body into an embrace feeling the strong vibrations run up his cock as well. His thrusts grew faster and rougher with each passing minute.

“Hnng– fuck, I'm going to come, baby,” he growled. 

Your fingers carded at his hair and you pulled his even closed faces just inches apart as you looked into his eyes and cried, “C- come for me then. Right– right now. With me!”

Nanami let go with a guttural groan spilling inside you, at the same time you felt your climax wash over you. Your pussy held Nanami in a vice-like grip pulsing and throbbing as he emptied into you and you gushed onto him. The vibrator fell to the bed, once again lost among the sheets but you couldn't care less. Nanami was kissing you, like it was the first time he'd ever kissed you. Lips, teeth, hands, you were pulled into him as he devoured you. 

The high gradually faded. You laid your head on Nanami's arm leaving small kisses along his skin – wherever you could reach. He smiled down at you. 

“I meant it you know, let's actually keep turning each other on for our whole lives…”

You looked up at him, your heart full. “Nanami Kento, as much as I love you, I'm not accepting that proposal. You have to get me a ring.” 

He chuckled and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head, “I'll do that, and more. Starting with our repeatedly abandoned dishes.” 

You kissed his chest smiling. “I can't wait to say ‘I do’.” 

A/N: GUys i DROPPED MY PHONE ON MY FACE JUST AS I FINISHED THE SEX SCENE and it very STRATEGICALLY landed right on a pimple on my forehead with the corner like FML. here i am thinking about being railed into SUNday by MR NANAMI KENTO AND MY PHONE SAYS BONK GO TO HORNY JAIL HELP. THAT TOO DURING PRIDE MONTH. is this a hatecrime???

[into-the-grey]

~Novocaine~ Part 2 - Noah x F!Reader fic (18+)

Alright, so it's been requested that I add part 2....

I'll warn you, there's no smut in the official part 2, but if that's why you're here, you'll find what you seek in the epilogue...

@dominuslunae @thisbicc, you're welcome.

Part 2 Warnings: Severe panic attack, mild violence, talk of drugs, talk of death

Epilogue Warnings: Smut, P in V, blindfold

Word Count: 5.9k total

Part One

Alright, here we go

3 months later

Wind battered against the windows, and heavy raindrops sporadically tapped against the glass. Thunder rolled in the distance as the storm that brewed moved closer to the neighbourhood. It was uncommon for LA to see storms. Sure, there were small showers here and there, but it had easily been months since the last decent storm.

The weather had been building over the day, and the skies only started to open up as everyone in the house was settling into bed. The moon and stars hid behind the dark clouds, leaving the night sky a deep void of black. The only natural light came from the odd flash of lightning.

Noah enjoyed thunderstorms. The ambient noise soothed him, and he found it easy to sleep through one. Often he found they added a coziness to the atmosphere that was hard to replicate.

The same went for that night. Noah had drifted off quickly, tucked in under the fluffy comforter. He was warm, comfortable, and safe.

The night crept on and became early morning. When he woke, the small digital clock on his nightstand told him it was barely three in the morning. As his groggy eyes opened, he became aware of his surroundings.

The storm had truly settled in, the rain pounding hard as the wind slammed it against the windows. Lightning cracked overhead and lit up the night, and thunder followed close behind, booming and rolling in every direction.

Noah sat up slightly, holding himself up with his elbow and running his fingers through his recently cropped hair as he peered around the room. It took him a moment to register the rasping sound inside the room. It took another embarrassingly long moment to register the girl in the bed with him.

Y/N was curled up, practically in the foetal position. Her hands clamped over her head, fingers tangled in her hair as she shook. Her heavy breaths were staggered and uneven and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. In the brief flashes of light, Noah could see the flushed colour of her skin and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

'Hey, hey, hey,' Noah called softly, turning quickly under the covers and reaching for the shaking girl. 'Y/N, baby wake up, come on.'

Y/N only curled in tighter on herself, her spasms strong enough to rock Noah as he tried to wake her. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, using the other to pry her fingers away from her hair.

'Come on baby, come back,' he whispered, locking his fingers in hers and squeezing hard. Her breaths became short and laboured, almost choking. 'Please,' he said, sitting up and hovering over her, 'you've gotta breathe for me baby girl.'

Her choking worsened, gasping for breath. As her mouth opened, he could see the blood beading on her lip. Noah felt the panic rising in his chest. She struggled desperately, but nothing came. Some invisible force blocked her airway. Her fingernails dug into the skin of Noah's knuckles, piercing deeper the longer she went without a breath.

'Fuck, no, no, no,' Noah cried, 'come on baby, breathe, breathe,' he begged, his heart twisting in his chest as her lips began to turn blue. Fear ran through his veins, chilling him to the bone. Each second that passed without a breath, his heart beat grew faster. He had no idea what to do.

His mind was a whirlwind of panicked thoughts; should he try compressions? Should he call an ambulance? Should he try to wake her up more aggressively? What if she didn't start breathing again? What if this was it? Is this how he loses her?

Finally, she threw herself onto her back and a sharp, gasping breath broke her silence. Noah took his own deep breath, a small wave of relief washing over him.

Her hands fought to rip at her hair, her body beginning to thrash on the mattress. Noah had never seen her like this. He'd seen her have panic attacks, he'd seen her have the odd meltdown, but this was different. It was terrifying.

'Y/N, baby, please,' he called, swinging a leg over her and straddling her. Pinning her down felt like his only option. He grabbed her wrists and held them in one hand, the other hand gently rubbing her cheek and trying to wake her up. His legs held hers to the bed as best he could, but her adrenaline made her strong.

Her breaths became gasps, mingling with cries of terror. Whatever she was seeing, it had a tight hold on her.

'Come on, I'm right here baby, come find me,' Noah begged, still trying to wake her carefully. Her hands fought against his, flailing in his grip. He wasn't ready for the swift jerk down, her elbows colliding hard with his thighs. Instinct drove Noah to pin her arms above her head. He felt his gut wrench as a cry of pain escaped her mouth. He felt her skin twist in his grasp, knowing it would hurt later. 'I'm so fucking sorry, baby,' he whimpered.

Her nonsensical cries grew louder. Blood smeared across her lip as she tried to speak, her sputtering sending droplets skittering down her chin. Noah was thankful that they were home alone, he could only imagine what Nick would be thinking hearing these sounds.

As the thought crossed his mind, Y/N bucked her hips hard, lifting Noah a surprising amount and she tried to throw him off.

'No way, baby. You're not getting rid of me that easy.' He was lost, having no idea what else to do, he laid himself down on top of her and brought her hands to his hair. 'Come on, you wanna grab something? Grab me, grab onto me baby, I'm right here.'

His face rested just above hers, their noses almost brushing. Up close he could see the tears squeezing out of her eyes and the smears of red dribbling down her chin. His heart ached at the sight, but he forced himself to stay focussed on keeping her safe. Her fingers ran through his hair and tangled in the strands. Just as she seemed about to pull, she released. Her arms flung around his neck, holding him tightly.

'There she is,' he breathed, relief flooding his body. Her iron grip around his neck was unrelenting, like she was certain letting go meant death.

'Come on baby, it's okay,' Noah whispered into her ear, pressing his cheek to hers. He let his weight rest on her, sliding his arms around her and squeezing. The pressure seemed to calm her. 'I've got you, I'm right here.'

Y/N's rapid breaths became even, albeit quick, and began to turn into soft sobs. Noah felt the warmth of her tears running down her face and leaking into the crevice of their joined cheeks.

'Shhh, it's okay, I've got you,' he assured her, pulling his face back. Her grip released only a little, just enough for him to see her face. He was greeted by the sight of her barely open eyes glistening with tears.

'N-Noah-' she tried to say, stammering. Her body shook hard underneath him.

'Yeah, baby, it's me.' He brushed a stream of tears away from her face, holding her cheek.

'I-I-'

'Don't apologise, it's okay, just breathe for me, okay?' He instructed. Y/N obliged, taking a deep, stuttering breath in and releasing it quickly.

'N-Noah, you're sh-shaking,' Y/N managed to choke out. Her arms loosened around his neck, and Noah took a moment to take stock of himself.

She was right. He was shaking like a leaf. His heart pounded in his chest, his breaths were just as unsteady as hers, and tears had welled up in his eyes. His thighs felt tender from her sharp elbows, and he remembered her wrists.

He silently reached for her hands, bringing them in front of him and seeing the skin inflamed in the low light. It was clear they would bruise badly. Given the struggle, he wasn't surprised, but it didn't stop the guilt.

'Fuck, baby, I'm so sorry,' he said quickly, wiping his free hand across his face and cautiously sliding off of her. He laid on his side, letting her catch her breath and trying to control his own breathing. As he moved, Noah spotted the tissue box on the nightstand and grabbed two. He dipped the tissues in the glass of water by the bed and turned to Y/N, gently finding her face and cleaning the smears of blood off of her chin and lips.

'Why are you sor-ry?' Y/N managed to say while Noah dabbed at her chin, her soft hand reaching for his. Noah paused, hovering the tissue over her now clean skin.

'I shouldn't be panicking, and I fucked up your wrists... I had no idea what to do... you scared the hell out of me, Y/N,' Noah confessed, defeatedly tossing the tissue onto the nightstand and returning to cup her cheek. 'What the fuck was that? Are you okay?'

Y/N paused, thinking about her answer for a minute. Noah waited patiently for her to reply. He wasn't about to push her, that was the last thing she needed.

Y/N took a deep breath, sitting up and leaning against the headboard of the bed. Her arms crossed, hugging knees as she began to speak.

'I think you've earned the tragic backstory,' Y/N said weakly. Noah watched her carefully, kneeling beside her and brushing her mussed up hair away from her eyes.

He gently thumbed over her lip, freeing it from between her teeth again. 'You don't need to tell me if you're not ready yet,' he murmured.

Y/N shook her head, 'no, I know. If I don't tell you now, I never will.' Noah nodded silently, letting her muddle through her thoughts as she steeled her nerves. He could see the hesitation in her face, but she swallowed hard and began to speak.

'It was a long time ago,' she told him. 'I was 7. It was a night a lot like this, really bad wind and rain. I was trying to sleep. My dad was out of town, so my mom was looking after me on her own...'

Her eyes welled up again, her throat tightening around her words. Noah took her hand in his, squeezing softly.

'She woke me up at two in the morning and told me to get in the closet and not come out,' Y/N said, her fingers squeezing his. 'I didn't know why. For a little while, there was screaming and a lot of loud noises. My mom was screaming and there was a voice I didn't know yelling back at her. I just remember covering my ears...'

Bit by bit, it made sense. Noah felt the tears falling down his cheek as she spoke, his mouth hanging slightly open. No wonder she had never wanted to get into it...

'I was in there for a long time. After a while I heard different voices. A couple of people tried to call for me to come out, but I wouldn't. I was waiting for my mom. Eventually, a police officer found me. They covered me in a blanket and carried me out. I didn't see anything inside, but there were ambulances and police cars outside. My uncle was there... I never saw my mom again.'

'Jesus fuck, Y/N...' Noah breathed, horror etched on his features. His heart sank to his stomach while she spoke.

'My dad told me the truth when I was 17. I found the file in his things when we were moving to a new apartment, I saw the pictures... A man had come to the door and he yelled at my mom to let him in. She hid me away and he broke the window while she was upstairs. She called the police and tried to lead him away from me.'

Noah shuffled closer to her, pulling the comforter tight around them. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and with his free hand he wiped the tears from her cheeks, sniffling back the tears of his own.

'The police said that he was on drugs, he killed my mom,' her voice hitched, the images replaying in her mind. 'He, uhh, he butchered her. He used the glass from the window he broke. There was blood everywhere, that's why the officer covered me with a blanket. He took her purse, and tried to take off. They found him a few weeks later in the next county over. There was no justice. He was dead in a ditch with my mom's license in his pocket and a shitload of heroin in his system.'

'I'm so fucking sorry, baby,' Noah whispered, his throat tight. His heart broke as his mind flooded with images of her as a small child, hiding in terror, hearing the wind whipping through the trees outside and the storm, the screaming downstairs...

'That's why I moved out here. There's almost no storms in LA. Every thunderstorm takes me right back to that closet. I've tried therapy, but I can't afford the kind of therapy I need-'

'Y/N, if you need help, I'll pay for it. I may not be filthy rich, but I can do this for you,' Noah interjected. 'If there is anything I can do to help you, let me do it.'

Y/N swallowed hard, looking up at Noah's earnest eyes. 'It's a lot of money, love. Tens of thousands of dollars, and years of work go into this kind of treatment. It's a lot to ask of you.'

Noah dropped his face to hers, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. 'You're not asking, I'm offering.'

'Noah,' Y/N began, huffing softly. 'What if things go wrong with us? Then you're just saddled with this bill, or I have to stop going, it's a bad idea.' Noah silenced her with another kiss, this time a soft peck on her lips.

'Please, let me. Even if things do go wrong, I would rather keep paying for it. I can't imagine being responsible for you going through what I just saw on your own, and I would never forgive myself if I was.'

Y/N twisted to face him and her hand lifted to his chest, feeling his shuddering breaths and pounding heart as he tried to pull himself together.

'Noah, breathe, please,' she murmured, her fingers gliding up to his neck, her thumb on his jaw as she gently held his face.

'I just... baby I don't think I've ever been so scared... you couldn't breathe and I didn't know what to do. I felt so useless,' he admitted, resting his forehead against hers. He sniffled again, the tears falling freely now.

'It's okay, I'm okay,' Y/N assured him, taking his hand and placing it over her heart. 'It's still there, still beating, I'm still breathing. I'm not going anywhere.'

Noah's hand trembled on her chest. He was trying so hard to keep his composure. He fought to regulate his breathing, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth. Y/N copied his motions, feeling the anxiety quelling under his touch.

'Noah, I'm sorry,' she said softly between breaths. 'I don't know what you saw, but I'm sorry you saw it.'

Noah's head lifted, looking into her eyes fiercely. 'Don't ever apologise for something you can't control. Yes, it scared the shit out of me, but that is not your fault. What happened to you is not your fault.'

Y/N huffed softly. Her eyes drifted to the hand still on his neck, seeing the skin darkening with a bruise. She flinched as a crack of lightning illuminated the room, showing her the deep red band of inflammation around her wrist. Noah followed her gaze, his stomach sinking.

'That was my fault, I'm sorry baby.'

'Noah, please, what did I do?' She asked quietly, her hazel eyes pleading as she looked up at him.

Noah's gaze shifted, not wanting to tell her. He knew she would blame herself or internalise it.

'Promise me you'll let me help you first. Please.'

'Noah-'

'Y/N, please. I can't let you keep going through this. Not when the only thing I can do hurts you. If you want me to get on my knees and beg, I will. I'm not above it if it keeps you safe.'

Y/N froze, seeing the desperation in his eyes. Whatever he had seen, it must have been awful. She had seen him beg before, but never like this. This was life or death to him. It sent a chill to her core seeing the fear in his eyes.

She nodded slowly. 'Okay.'

Noah sighed nervously, thankful for her answer and worried for the can of worms telling her may open. 'You're sure you wanna know?'

'If I don't, what do I tell the therapist?'

He pursed his lips and swallowed hard, nodding once. She had him a point.

'You were holding your head, curled up in a ball on your side. You were ripping out your hair and biting your lip again,' he recounted slowly. 'This time your lip bled. I tried to stop you, and I had to restrain your hands... you elbowed me pretty hard and I jerked your hands. You cried... God I feel so fucking awful, I just didn't know what else to do. I had to pin you down to stop you from hurting yourself. Then, uh...'

Noah trailed off, taking a deep breath as he remembered the fear that had turned his blood to ice. His heart thudded hard in his chest at the thought of her choking sounds. He could see the effort she put into measuring her breaths, but her downturned lip told him she had guilt burrowing in her stomach.

Y/N sat up, shifting so she could see his legs. She adjusted his shorts, seeing the bruises blooming above his knees. The large marks coloured his skin a deep red, already turning purple.

Her heart sank, realising how hard she must have hit him. She raised her arms, inspecting her elbows and seeing the redness around the joints.

'Fuck,' she whispered. 'Noah, I'm so sorry.'

'Don't be, I'm okay and you're okay, that's all I care about,' Noah said quickly, his hands running up her arms and searching for her hands.

Y/N shook her head. 'There's more, isn't there?' She asked quietly. Noah nodded, nervous to meet her eye. 'Please, I need to know,' she murmured.

'Uhm...' he swallowed, 'you stopped breathing. It was like you were choking. It scared the hell out of me... I thought I was gonna lose you for a second.' His hands trembled in hers, his fingers tightening around her hands.

'Jesus,' Y/N whimpered, her lip quivering as tears welled in her eyes again. 'Noah I am so fucking sorry you had to see that.' Her voice wavered as she spoke. She lowered her knees and opened her arms to him.

Noah reached for her, pulling her close into his chest and holding her tight. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his face tucked into her hair.

The adrenaline had finally faded, leaving him feeling raw. The reality of what had just happened crashed down on him, and the floodgates opened.

All he could do was hold her while he cried. Y/N stroked his hair, tears slipping down her cheeks while Noah coughed through his sobs. He had never felt so helpless before. He'd never been so sure he was watching someone die.

'I'm so sorry, baby,' she whispered over and over, 'I'm so fucking sorry.' She could feel his heart racing as he held her to his chest. She clung to him, letting him process everything however he needed to.

After a few minutes, Noah lifted his head and released his grip on Y/N.

'I'm sorry, I'm meant to be looking after you,' he coughed, wiping aggressively at his face and fighting for his composure.

Y/N shook her head. 'Don't, I can't imagine how scared you were. I won't pretend you didn't just see something terrifying.'

Noah cleared his through, running his fingers through his hair and sitting up. 'I know, but I'm fine, you're the one who just went through it. I'm meant to be here for you.'

'How about we just be here for each other?' Y/N offered, offering her hand to him. Noah smirked sadly, taking her hand and lifting it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles gingerly, feeling her flinch at the sound of thunder rolling over the neighbourhood.

'How did I ever get lucky enough to find someone so smart?' He said quietly as she rested on his chest again. She still trembled, her nerves alight with adrenaline burning its way out. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes. Noah rested his chin on the crown of her head, allowing her to nestle in around his body.

'We should try and go back to sleep,' she said quietly.

Noah hummed in agreement, peering over his shoulder at the clock. 4:18am.

'Come on,' he said, releasing her and lying down on his back. He waited for her to settle down, he head on his chest and her arm draped across him, before wrapping an arm around her and letting out a deep breath.

'I love you,' he whispered, 'so much.'

'I love you more,' she responded, finding his free hand and lacing their fingers together.

Epilogue

6 months later

Y/N dropped the last box on the floor in Noah's room. Noah grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, her back pressing against his chest as he nosed into her hair and kissed the back of her neck. The sweet scent of her filled his senses, closing his eyes and basking in her warmth for a moment.

The room looked so different, the bed now in the middle of the wall instead of being tucked into the corner. Noah had bought another bedside table to match his and placed it between the bed and the wall, adorning it with a picture of the two of them in an ornate black frame. To add to his sweetness, a dozen red roses sat in a glossy golden vase on the table. 

Y/N loved how excited Noah was to have her move in. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her. He kept giving her little gifts and surprises through the whole process. He cleared off shelves for some of her figurines and hung up hooks for her posters and photo frames. It was clear that the room was not just Noah's anymore.

'What are you thinking?' He asked her, swaying from side to side with her in his arms. Y/N turned in his grip, looking up at the tall man.

'This feels more like home,' she said. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, her hair dishevelled from the effort of moving boxes.

'Good, because you're stuck here now.' He grinned, taking in the space they now shared. She was right, the room felt full now, like a real home. Some of her things were scattered through the house, but this was where it was clear that she had moved in.

As soon as Noah had asked if she wanted to move in, it was like a weight had lifted from Y/N's shoulders. No more chaos and spontaneous house parties, no cleaning up after hordes of drunk people, no more girls stumbling in at four in the morning with a new hookup. Just peace and quiet, a home she felt safe in.

Noah was elated to have her there, knowing he would get to wake up to her face every morning and fall asleep with her every night. For months he had craved her closeness, now he finally got to keep it.

'So do I get to see this surprise yet?' He asked. Y/N had been teasing him with a surprise for a few weeks now, and Noah had only grown more curious as time went on.

'Maybe, you've gotta find it first.' Y/N giggled as Noah rolled his eyes and groaned dramatically.

'Can I have a hint?'

Y/N mused for a moment, trying to think of a clever hint that wouldn't immediately give away her little secret.

'Hmm, try unwrapping things?' She offered. Noah's eyes scanned the room, looking for anything that could be unwrapped and coming up empty. The room was full of boxes, but most of them were already unpacked and flattened.

'You're gonna need to be more specific than that, baby.' He ran his hands up her back, resting on her shoulders.

'Well, there's a nice little bow on it right now...' she grinned, locking eyes with him, biting her lip. Noah paused, his hand moving to her face and his thumb tugging her lip free.

'Oh, It's that kind of surprise, huh?' He purred, leaning in so his lips barely grazed hers. She hummed in confirmation.

Noah took a step back, looking over her body and seeing that the only bow was the neat knot tied in the drawstring of her grey sweatpants. His hands traced down her body until he looped the strings around his fingers. 'Am I getting warm?'

'You're on fire, baby.' With a tug, the bow came loose, and Noah hooked his tattooed fingers into her waistband. He watched her closely, waiting for a hint of hesitation, but nothing came. Slowly, he pushed the fabric down until it fell to the floor.

Y/N stepped free of the garment and her hands rose to his shoulders, guiding him down. Smirking, Noah thought he knew where she was going, but as he sunk to his knees he finally came face to face with the surprise.

There, in ink on her thigh, was his name written in his own handwriting. She had tattooed it right where he had written it with his finger after their first time together.

Her first tattoo, and she chose his name.

'Y/N,' he breathed, his fingers grazing lightly over her now inked skin, 'how?'

'The letter you sent me when you were doing the festival last month. You signed your name, and it reminded me of that night,' she said with a giggle. 'Do you like it?'

'I love it, but you're sure you won't regret it?'

'Unless you're about to turn around and tell me we're done, I'm sure,' she teased, her fingers tilting his chin up to look at her. His face lit up with a stunning smile.

Noah stood up, placing his hands on both sides of her face and pulling her to him in a sweet kiss.

'I would never. I'm yours for as long as you want me, remember?'

'I remember.' She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, holding his hands to her skin and losing herself in his touch. Her head leaned into his left hand, her eyes closing for a moment. Noah's stomach flipped as he watched her. She wasn't afraid to touch him anymore, instead she craved his closeness and unafraid to say so.

'You know, tattoos are meant to last forever, so is that a hint?'

'It might be. But you might need to remind me why I thought forever was a good idea,' she said with a smirk. Noah's gut twisted. Y/N rarely pulled punches anymore. It could be hard for him to get anything done with her confidence.

'I think that can be arranged...'

His hands left her face, reaching down to her thighs and bending his knees. As his grip tightened, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. In a fluid motion, Noah hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his hips and her arms tightening around his neck. Noah kissed her neck lightly at first, listening to her soft giggles. He was sure she could feel his hard length through his sweatpants.

Her fingers ran through his hair. Shivers ran down Noah's spine with her touch. This was something he would never have enough of. He nipped at her skin, smiling at the stifled moan she made. Noah made his way to the bed, practically throwing her onto the plush comforter. Y/N squealed as she landed in the cloud of fluff, looking up and beckoning him over with a single finger.

Noah didn't need to be asked twice. He took the hem of his shirt in one hand and pulled it off in a swift movement before climbing up onto the bed. Y/Ns hands found his toned biceps, gliding over his shoulders and up to his face, guiding their lips together again.

'I love you,' Noah told her between kisses.

'I love you more,' she whispered, arching her back to press their bodies together.

'Don't ever let me go.' Noah's tone was desperate, begging her. There was no denying that she had him in every way. He was putty in her hands.

'Don't make me,' she breathed. Noah reached down, sliding her panties to the side and finding her dripping. He eased two of his long fingers into her, massaging her favourite spot on her upper wall.

Y/N's mouth opened with a gasp, her hips bucking against Noah's hand as his thumb wrote his name on her favourite nerve. 'Jesus baby,' she said.

'Not Jesus, Noah,' he corrected with a smirk, kissing her deeply before she could respond. His tongue ran across her lip, feeling her moaning into his mouth.

Y/N reached for his pants, trying desperately to undress him. Noah's free hand grabbed her wrists with ease and pinned her arms above her head.

'Eager, are we?' He asked playfully, pulling his fingers most of the way out of her. She nodded, panting as he examined her.

And suddenly his fingers were gone. His hands reached for her panties, sliding them down her legs and dropping them on the floor. His pants followed suit. As he kneeled over her, his thumbs hooked the hem of her tank top and slid it up her body so the fabric bunched up in a neat little line. With her arms still inside the top, Noah laid the bunched fabric over her eyes, a simple yet effective blindfold.

'This is because I made you watch Fifty Shades, isn't it?' Y/N said with a giggle.

'I told you I was paying attention.'

He leaned down, kissing down her body before pausing at her chest. Noah took one of her nipples into his mouth, biting it gently and melting with her moan. Lightly, he ran his tongue around the nub, feeling her twitch beneath him.

Noah adjusted himself to kneel over her, taking each of her wrists in his hands and holding them down on either side of her head, ensuring the blindfold stayed in place. With expert movements, he aligned his hips so the tip of his cock stroked through her folds and found her entrance.

'Deep breath, baby' he instructed. He watched her chest rise, easing in as she exhaled. He saw the grin on her face as he filled her, knowing how much she loved the sensation. 'Good girl,' he purred through his own groan.

As she adjusted to the feeling, he pulled almost all the way out, keeping just the tip in place. Her little whine made him twitch.

'You want it bad, don't you?'

'Mhmm,' she hummed, trying not to bite her lip.

Noah grinned before slamming back into her, watching as she arched her back and gasped.

'I won't make you beg this time.'

He began to roll his hips, using his full length to please her as he gradually built up speed. He adjusted his position, searching for the little bump, and hearing her breath hitch when he found it.

'There she is,' he said with a moan, her muscles flexing around his cock. 'Fuck, you get so tight when I find that.'

Y/N's breaths became laboured, each stroke hitting that bump fuelled the swelling feeling in her lower belly. A delicious tingle ran up and down her body as Noah released her hands and grabbed her thighs hard.

He reached back, finding her ankles and lifting them, guiding her legs over his shoulders. Her back curved up off the bed, allowing him to slide deeper.

'Oh fuck,' Y/N panted.

'Touch yourself, I wanna watch you come,' he commanded with a growl. The sound was like electricity up Y/N's spine. Eagerly she removed her arms from the tank top serving as a blindfold, leaving the fabric over her eyes, and began to swirl her finger over her clitoris.

'Good girl,' he said with a groan. The same feeling of tightness was starting to build in him. Her muscles began to spasm, clenching around him and squeezing him tightly. His head fell back as their orgasms built up. Her panting became moans, his name falling in staggered breaths from her lips.

'No-ah... Jesus, I'm gonna...' Y/N whimpered, biting down on the knuckle of her free hand.

'Don't hold back,' he told her, driving as deep as he could. 'I wanna hear you scream for me.' He sped up his thrusts, slamming deep into her pussy and driving her wild. Her hand left her mouth as he reached forward, her fingers clinging to his forearm as he pressed his palm down on her lower belly.

The pressure made her tighter, and Noah gasped. A deep, primal groan left his mouth as his gut tightened, right on the brink of orgasm.

'Fucking hell, baby, I'm gonna come,' he told her, his legs starting to shake.

'Oh god, Noah, please,' Y/N begged, her ankles crossing behind his head, locking her legs around his neck.

'Not until you do,' he panted, 'I'm not stopping til you scream.'

It didn't take much longer. A slight adjustment and he hit the spot that undid her. Her head fell back, her back arched, and a gasping scream left her throat. His name sounded beautiful in such a desperate cry.

Her pussy practically strangled his cock, squeezing hard around him. Noah let out a guttural groan and a long string of profanities as he followed her over the edge. His eyes rolled back in his head as he filled her, claiming her as his.

Her fingers finally stopped their assault, her legs quaking on his shoulders. Noah breathlessly helped her lower her legs before he slid out of her. He was barely able to hold himself up, lying down next to her and lazily draping his arm over her chest.

'Jesus... fucking... Christ...' Y/N panted.

'That was insane,' Noah said, gasping for air. Y/N's hand fumbled about, searching for his face and pushing his hair back. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and the room smelled of sex.

'If that's how you handle house-warming presents, I'm moving out so I can move in again,' Y/N said with a breathless laugh.

'Fucking hell I love you,' Noah laughed, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.

'I love you more,' Y/N said, squeezing his fingers.

Noah grinned as his eyes closed. The pair laid in comfortable silence, catching their breath and waiting for feeling to return to various body parts. This was bliss, and every day would be like this as long as she was around.

For the first time in a long while, Noah drifted off peacefully, his lover in his arms, and not a worry in the world.

[unknownperson246]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A FIC FOR IZZY WITH A BREEDING KINK HES SO FINE 🙏🙏

hii so sorry it's late but here it is.

Can't Wait

Words: 1,958

Warnings: *smut* *spanking kink* *breeding kink* *degradation* *losing virginity* *first time* *bleeding* *masturbating* *cussing* *phone sex* *oral sex* *m receiving* *p in v* *harder kinks* *reader is innocent and naive* *reader loses virginity*

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It is the year 1988. You and Izzy have been married for 8 months now. You were a virgin. Not because you didn't want to have sex but it was because you were busy with academics early in your high school and college life.  You and Izzy had not had actual sex. You would only give him oral. But as soon as you wanted to try he had to go on tour. He was all over the place for 8 months. You have been so excited to see him come home after a long tour he went on with his band. You haven't seen him in months. All you could do was talk to him on the phone. Sometimes you both even had phone sex. You knew how to masturbate to his picture and to his voice telling you sweet things while you stuck your fingers in yourself moving them as they replicated Izzy's hard and stiff cock. Izzy would also masturbate to a picture of you and your voice on the other side at the same time. That way it was like both of you were in each other's presence. You're sad about only one thing. As soon as he comes home he is going to be busy with his band. He is making a new album called Use Your Illusion One with his band. They are going to be leaving on tour again soon and that makes you sad. 

 You are so proud of them. They have been working hard and they deserve a long break. You have been so lonely and sad when he is not around. All you do is sleep in the bed you share hoping he would come in your dreams. You do it so time passes quickly. You sleep while hugging the clothes he left behind. You spray his bottle of perfume on your bed and yourself and his clothes so you can awaken old memories. You always missed him. The day he comes finally has arrived. You have yearned for him for 6 months. You both love each other so much. He goes straight through the door frame entering the house you both share.

 He puts his guitar down and goes straight to you. You jump on him, hugging him tightly. Little did you know Izzy picked up a strange kink. Kids had never popped up in his mind for the future. He didn't even know he wanted kids. After he watched Axl and Erin's son run around and play hide and seek with both of his parents he envisioned having a mini you and a mini him running around the house creating havoc. In public, he hated chaos and havoc but having kids was different. He didn't think about their sticky little hands touching everything and how weird and tiny they were. He knew you felt lonely since it was only the two of you. He knew it would only be you when he left. You had friends and family but it wasn't the same as having a husband. 

“Izzy I’ve missed you. I’ve been so lonely” You coo in his ear while your arms and legs are wrapped around his body. 

He held onto you. He wanted to act on his ideas and thoughts he had when he was on tour with guns. 

“Well, what if I told you that we could fix that.” He said, smirking. 

“What do you mean?” You ask confused.

His hand went to your lower abdomen. He patted it a couple of times. You didn't know what he meant but it sent shivers down your spine when he touched you like that. You missed his touch. You still couldn't get his hint about him wanting to knock you up. He unbuttoned your jeans while he tugged your jeans downwards. He slid them off of you all the way. He dropped them on the kitchen floor.  He slowly started to undo your panties and he took you upstairs. You got his hint about wanting sex. You were nervous and excited about doing it with him. He knew you were a bit naive and innocent. He always saw you as a determined woman. It turned him on at how innocent you were. He knew that you hadn't had a conversation about wanting kids but he thought he would surprise you.  You knew how babies were made but you had no idea he was talking about wanting kids when he touched your lower stomach because it never occurred to you that he wanted one. He just didn't seem like the dad type to you.  He didn't tell you straight away because he wanted to keep his excitement about fucking you. He took you upstairs. He remembered that both of you went lingerie shopping before he left. He bought you the most sexy things. He bought you garters and a lot of silky lingerie for you to wear when you both fucked. He remembers where you last placed them. He pulled the dark red one out and made you wear it. He watched you take your shirt off. He saw your heavy tits and his hand went down to his hardened cock. He was trying to resist the urge to touch himself. He only wanted for him to be inside of you. His cock grew stiff. He only thought about how they would grow heavier with milk to feed his child. He started to moan lightly watching you change. Once you were finished he shoved you against the wall grabbing your wrists behind your back like he was a cop getting ready to arrest you.

“Lean on the wall slut. I bet you slept with other men while I was gone” He hisses in your ear. You stare at the bulge forming underneath his jeans.  He was hardening at the idea of impregnating you with his baby. He wanted to see you nice and swollen with his seed growing inside of your belly.

“How could I be a slut if I am a virgin?” You try to explain to him because you thought he meant those harsh and cruel words.

“Mmm. I love when you talk back you dirty brat” He grunts getting his hand ready. He was waiting for an opportunity for your mouth to open.

You feel his hand land on your bare ass. He kept attacking it with his hand. He kept spanking you over and over. You look up at the ceiling, losing count of how many times he hit your bottom. It was like the 40s in America where teachers would punish you by smacking kids with a ruler. You weren't in the 40s. You feel your pussy aching with lust for his cock. You feel your tits hardening. You felt your nipples get sensitive. You didn't know that it was called being aroused. You were craving it so bad. You weren't nervous about your first time anymore. The idea of getting you pregnant alongside the idea that he was going to take your virginity made him feral.

“Izzy I already feel so good” you whine to him as his hand strokes your ass.

You were confused because he was being so sweet to you in the kitchen. You didn't know much about kinks. You only were aware of a few of them. You felt yourself getting wet. 

“Izzy I feel something wet down there,” You tell him.

“Let it happen slut” He explains to you while remaining in his kinky self.

He undoes his pants and his fully cured cock springs out. He flipped you around to face him. You’re back is now pressed against the wall. You watch his cock dripping with his pre-come. He grabbed it with his hand making it turn into a hook shape. He put it at your entrance You feel the tip of his huge and thick cock touching your entrance. You felt shivers go down your spine. It didn't hurt but it felt new to you. You moaned as he slowly slid into you.

“I see your filthy cunt. I’m going to fill you up with my baby” He groans as he keeps hitting your g spot. His hips slammed into your hips as he thrust in you. 

“You're going to fuck a baby into me?” You moan while he keeps grinding himself against you.

You were turned on the idea of having a baby with your husband. “Uh-huh. I’m going to fill that pretty cunt up tonight. I can’t wait to watch your body grow to accommodate my seed.” He moans while he holds your hips. His hips kept slamming into yours.

His hand traveled up beneath your lingerie. He started to grope your tits underneath the lingerie. “These beautiful tits will feed my baby” He moans.

“Our baby” You correct him. 

After he hears your words he starts thrusting faster. He is determined to get you pregnant the first time you both try. The thought of his sperm getting into your egg wanted to make him come without even fucking you.  His fingers went down to your clit. He started fluctuating his pointer and middle finger on your clit as he pumped himself inside of you. He got off at the idea of taking your virginity. He thought of you as fresh and pure but not in a negative sense. You had your first real orgasm. You felt your stomach knotting up and you felt your toes curl. Your legs shook and you struggled to stand. You wanted to drop down to the floor. You restrained yourself from moaning and crying his name. You gave up. Both of your bodies get coated in sweat.

“Izzy” You cry as your hands go to his back. Your nails start to dig into his pale back scratching him. 

“Soon we will have a baby whore.” He moaned.

He kept thrusting inside of you. You felt your hips ache. His fingers were digging into your hips as his dick was curled up inside of you. You still wanted to drop down to the floor but you made an effort to keep standing up. He kept kissing your neck trying to distract himself from giving up. He kept on going no matter how good it felt. You come down from your high as you watch your husband’s head go back into the air. You saw his eyes roll. He was preparing to dump his wet load inside of you. You felt his seed coat the sides of your walls. You felt his seed travel inside of you. Izzy pulled out of you. His cock glistening with your slick all over it. White strings of both of you come mixed with your blood followed out.

“Lay down on the bed” He commanded. While his cock swung around. He was trying to protect his artwork. He wanted to be sure to get you pregnant the first time. In case it didn't work you both kept doing it 3 times a week.

You obeyed his orders and lay down on the edge of the bed. He finally took the lingerie off of you. You were now fully naked. He was watching your body as he smirked.

“So how was your first time?” He asked you. 

“It was amazing,” You say, catching your breath. He laid down beside you on the edge of the bed naked trying to catch his breath alongside you before he covered himself with the blanket on the bed. He held your belly imagining it getting bigger.

“I can't wait to hold our baby” He whispers in your ear. He reaches his arms out for your body and cuddles you. He nips at your ear and runs gentle circles around your nipples that are still hard.

[im-yn-suckers]

ponyo

i hate that the pictures dont match color-wise, but fuck it

pairing-bf niki x gf reader

warnings-kissing, cuddling, reader is a little whiny and pouty. eating, kinda sleeping, not proofread, lmk what i missed as usual

"but i wanna watch ponyo!" "so? i wanna watch spirited away!"

you wanted to watch ponyo because you wanted to see how they made the ramen. and also because it was a cute movie. niki wanted to watch spirited away. who knows why, he just wanted to.

truth is, he didnt care what movie you watched, as long as it was Studio Ghibli. he just wanted to see you all whiny and pouty. he thought it was cute. no, he thought you were cute when you were angry.

"fine! how about we do rock paper scissors and whoever wins, chooses?" "fine, but the loser doesn't whine.'' ''ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, SHOOT!"

your fist was in rock formation, his was in paper. "WHAT?!" he just stood there laughing as a pout came across your face.

"not fair, i wanted to see how they made the ramen so we could make it" good excuse, y/n. "fine, we can do another round." he said in fake annoyance.

''ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, SHOOT!'' tie. "ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, SHOOT!" you both pulled paper in the previous round. niki knew you were most likely to pull scissors next. so what did he do? he pulled out paper. (T-T)

''YAYY!" he partially wanted to see you try to replicate the ramen in ponyo. he also didnt like seeing you sad, even if you were being dramatic.

he watched in awe, and when i saw 'in awe' i mean in awe, as you pulled up the movie and ran to get snacks.

he sat down and grabbed a blanket big enough for the both of you. you came back with some chips and a soft drink.

you sat down next to him, opening the bag of chips. niki put his arm around your shoulder, pulled your head near his face, and pecked you scalp. he opened the can of your shared drink and took a sip.

"I-D-I-O-T! B-U-G O-F-F!" "L-I-S-A, I L-O-V-E Y-O-U" " I-D-I-O-T! I-D-I-O-T! I-D-I-O-T! I-D-I-O-T! I-D-I-O-T! I-D-I-O-T! I-D-I-O-T! B-U-G O-F-F! B-U-G O-F-F! B-U-G O-F-F! B-U-G O-F-F" (yes, i did that. Lisa is an ICONIC character in ponyo. fight me)

"why doesnt Lisa understand that Koichi is working and he just cant come home. like yeah, he said he was going to be there but hes your husband. he works at sea! give him a break!" while you complain about Lisa getting mad at Koichi for not being home, niki takes another sip of your drink and licks his lips.

"she's just salty that her husband isn't home all the time" niki smiles and responds to your whines can complaints. "see, baby? be happy that im not salty about you doing whatever." "we're always together!" and it's true. you guys are always together. "i dont care." "whatever. i still think Lisa just wants Koichi to be with her 24/7"

the movie went on and it came to the ramen part. (istg, if yall dont know what im talking about)

"baby!!!! can we make the ramen once the movie's done?? please??" "do we have everything?" "i dont know. i dont think we have green onion" "once the movie's over, we can walk to the store and buy it, if you want" "yesyyesyesyesyes!!!"

the movie ended and you both got up to leave. you walked in, greeted the cashier and headed to get onion. "baby, do we have ham?" "um, i dont know. i'll ask the guys." "no, its okay, we'll just buy some"

you finished shopping and walked home. it wasnt that far of a walk but your legs hurt.

after getting home and making the ramen, you put on spirited away. niki smiled at your action and pressed a kiss to your forehead. you placed the bowls on the coffee table in the living room almost right away and sat next to niki on the floor. he looked at you and hugged you.

the little moments like these made you realize that, niki is your happiness. the coffe table was far away enough for you to climb into his lap, at least until the food was ready.

"are you tired baby?" niki chuckled at you dozing off on his shoulder. "a little, but im really hungry"

"well, the foods ready so we can eat and then we can go to sleep." you got.off of him slowly and ate your food. after, you and niki went to ash up and go to sleep. after all that, you layed down with your back facing niki, only to be pulled into his embrace with his annoyingly strong arms.

he nuzzled his nose into ypur hair and slowly fell asleep.

the end

yalllllll, im back. ive been gone for so long 😭 but i might not be so active tmw bc i need bloodwork done 😓 the doctors didnt ecen tell me why tho. soooooo, whats new?

(i have writers block gimme ideas)

[creedslove]

DESERVE IT - PART NINETEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: gossip, wedding dresses trials and the visit of your mother who obviously doesn't like your fiance makes everyone really question if your wedding will happen or not

• PART ONE TO EIGHTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut and actual smut yay (unprotected p in v, ass play, butt plug (f!), oral f!receiving, fingering and SQUIRTING) breeding kink if you squint, reader's mom is a bitch, insecure!reader, insecure!Javi, fluff ❤️

A/N: besties, this one was a real hard chapter to write. It took me days to get it done and it wasn't even good, I don't know what happened, it felt like I simply couldn't get the story going, but in fact, I know exactly what happened: I am having a real hard time to let this story go, which is why I announce you guys, next chapter (chapter 20) will be our last one! It's time to give reader and Javi the happy ending they deserve it ❤️

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The first thing you felt when you stirred in bed as you were trapped in that moment between sleep and consciousness, was Javier's boner pressed against your body. It wasn't unusual, it was a feeling you grew to love every single morning you woke up next to him, but with his recent absence once he left Colombia, you had missed it. It was just one of the particularities of your relationship that just made you and Javi… well, you and Javi. 

You rubbed yourself against his hard on, dragging whimpers from his sleeping face, you didn't mean to tease him, you just wanted to be closer, feel his warmth against your body, like you had longed for all the time you had to spend apart. His arm was thrown over your body as you felt him sinking his face further into your hair, giggling softly at how he just mumbled something in his sleep. You hadn't seen Javi relaxed like that in months, you liked it. He wasn't wary, his body wasn't tense or stiff and he didn't wake up at every move you made in bed.

You opened your eyes and took in your surroundings, you were so used to the old routine, you expected to find yourself in his apartment in Colombia, the old furniture, the mirror facing the bed, the heat barging in from the window, but instead, you saw the room was still dark, blinders closed, the disposal of the furniture was different, the decoration wasn't the same, but the mirror by the bed… that remained. Dirty old Javier, always showing his kinkiness in the slightest details. He mumbled again against your head and you chuckled, you loved this new dynamics you two had established ever since you got to Laredo, it'd been a few weeks now and you were adapting just fine. 

At first, you were so worried and anxious about everything. First of all, terrified Chucho would be annoyed at your presence, after all Javier just told him eventually one day you would move in with them and just a couple of days later you showed up there without a warning and he was forced to take you in. No matter how many times Javier tried assuring you Chucho was fine with it, you still felt worried about bothering him, you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in his own home and more than once you reminded Javi you would be okay with going somewhere else. 

But you father-in-law happened to be a real welcoming person; at first, he was serious, kept to himself, and he very often glanced at you, as if he analyzed you, trying to figure out if you were a good person or not. At first, it was obvious he didn't put faith into Javier's engagement, that boy had been engaged once and things didn't end well for neither part, and Chucho was terrified of another scandal and the inevitable humiliation that would come together in case his son replicated his old behavior; that was until he noticed how head over heels Javier was for you, and then his concerns changed: what if instead of Javier breaking your heart, you broke his? 

And that was why at first, all the older man did was stare at you and watch you quietly, trying to get a glimpse of your intentions. He knew Javier wasn't a child anymore, his son was strong, independent, and didn't get attached easily, but at the same time, Chucho had never seen him act towards a woman like that, he could see the need Javier had of you, of your touch, how he constantly had a hand over your body: on the small of your back, your thigh, your waist. It was explicit to him how emotionally dependent Javier was on you and it made him shiver to think of what would happen if you left him, he was sure his son would have a hell to pay. Some would've said he deserved it, he had it coming, but Chucho would be heartbroken too, he knew his son already came back from Colombia a little broken after everything he witnessed, and he didn't want him to suffer anymore. 

But you started waking up early every morning and made everyone breakfast and your father-in-law couldn't deny the fact you were a good cook, and that breakfast was way better than his and his son's. Then when Javi and him left for work, you'd stay, organize the house a little and wait for them always with lunch and dinner ready and Chucho didn't hate that at all. But what really got to his heart, was when you asked him about what Javier was like when he was little. He saw it was finally his opportunity to speak, he'd missed that, having someone to talk to and you and him were quick to establish a good, sweet relationship. He was fatherly and protective of you and you were kind and patient with him. You understood the years of loneliness made him harden, somewhat like it had happened to Javier in Colombia, but once you showed him you were willing to listen to him, to what he had to say, Chucho became almost a second father to you, he appreciated you for giving him the attention Javier didn't, you listened to him, you paid attention to his advices and his life experience, and before he knew, he was convinced you were the right girl for his son, because to Chucho, you were already part of the family. 

You also really enjoyed the times you spent with him, he was a wise man, he told you a lot about his life, his deceased wife and of course, about your Javi. And that's how you learned Javier was terrified of chickens when he was a toddler, and how he fell from a tree and broke his arm when he was eight. And how Chucho walked on him losing his virginity with Lorraine once when he came earlier from work. 

And Javier wanted to kill himself, mortified and deeply embarrassed about being exposed like that to you. He knew you had a deep admiration for him, and he worried that would be ruined after the dreadful things his dad had told you about his life. 

And all you could do was laugh, you loved learning more about him, each time you passed by a chicken you couldn't help yourself but giggle, and whenever you saw Lorraine running errands in town you couldn't help but cringe at the story you heard. No wonder she barely looked Chucho in the eyes. You also felt pretty good to learn that Chucho never called Lorraine 'mijita' just like he called you. You knew it was petty, she probably didn't even care about the Peñas anymore, but you couldn't help giving into that small competition established in your mind and fueled by people in town. Ever since Javier arrived, many people seemed to be betting against your relationship, they didn't mean harm for real, but they just had their fun by letting snarky comments here and there as if you and Javi were two tabloid celebrities with a scandalous life. 

In the first weeks, it bothered you a little, it was just so disrespectful to be walking around the store and have people whispering about you, not even waiting for you to leave before making their comments, but as you were getting used to the city, you began simply not caring about things at all. Whenever you were out with Javi, you made sure to hold his hand, kiss his cheek or peck his lips, if people wanted to comment, then you two would give them something to talk about. So it stopped being annoying and it became funny, to the point of you and Javi establishing a competition of gossip you'd heard about yourselves. 

'Did you know Y/N is pregnant and she is trying to hide?' 

'I heard Javier is going back to Colombia and leaving his girlfriend behind' 

'They aren't a couple, they are both undercover to chase down Pablo Escobar who faked his own death and moved to Laredo"

It always made you and Javi laugh, it was good to know your relationship was healthy enough so you could joke about stuff like that, you felt good about it, and Javi felt his heart swelling with pride to see you trusted him blindly. 

While Chucho and Javi left for work, you often walked around town, sending out your resume to companies you found interesting, you often went grocery shopping and you got your library card done, so you could pick up a book and entertain yourself. Camila, the girl who gave you a ride to meet Javi the day you got to Laredo became your friend, and you sometimes hung out together at coffee shops or bakeries. Your life in Laredo was going better than expected, you weren't having any problems, you enjoyed the place, the weather, your relationship with Javi was just as good as it had been, he still couldn't keep his hands off you and you had already fucked in places you probably shouldn't have. His truck for once, the stables, the green fields behind his ranch… He also fingered you when you two went to the movies. You didn't even pretend you didn't want to, or that you thought it wasn't a good idea anymore… anywhere Javi wanted to take you, he had you willing to spread your legs for him.

It was so good, the intimacy you had with Javi you never had with anyone and you couldn't even if you tried. Though Javi's bedroom was away from his dad, you couldn't make as much noise as you would like to, so every Sunday morning, while Chucho went to church as a good catholic man, you and Javi enjoyed your alone time together. He would take his time with you and you loved every single part of it. 

So you were already awake, when the rooster crowed and you knew it was only a matter of time for Chucho to leave for church. On the weekends, he established you didn't have to make them breakfast, it was your time off, but you still got up and made it, because the earlier he has breakfast, the sooner he'd leave you and Javi alone. 

You were organizing the kitchen when Javi walked to you, arms snaking around your waist and kissing your neck. You whimpered at his touch, always knowing your body so well. 

"Come on Javi, have breakfast honey" you whispered as he kissed your neck, nibbling it and not caring if he'd leave the mark of his teeth on your skin. 

You groaned at his touch, Javier just had a way to touch and tease you, making everything else seem so distant and meaningless. At his touch, it felt like nothing but him and his cock mattered to you.

"You know damn well what I wanna have for breakfast baby girl" he whispered, his hands going for your breasts, squeezing them softly and toying with your nipples "you know I'm so fucking hungry… and thirsty for you" Javier whispered into your ear and sent shivers down your spine. Ever since he'd made you squirt for the first time, Javi was addicted to it, and he devoted his Sunday mornings to see you pour for him. There was nothing that made that man go on more than drip down your sweet honey, it drove him mad and you both knew it. "Come on cariño, the bed is all ready for you… everything is waterproof, your soft towels are in place so you can make your delicious mess, mi amor" he whispered and took you by the hand. 

    •••

Javi had been pounding into you for a while, you were feeling so worked up, your wetness leaking out of you as your cunt was already sensitive and swollen. Javier had teased and stimulated you, knowing just how to get you ready for him. A plug he had gifted you a couple of weeks before, shoved deep into your tight asshole, because he just knew you squirted when all your holes were filled. You felt so full, Javi's thick cock pounding into you as he pulled and pushed your plug by its base, fucking your ass at the same time. You were tired, sweaty, the knot in your lower belly getting more and more urgent and yet you still had to be strong enough to hold back your orgasm because Javi would punish you if you came before he told you it was okay to do it.

Your legs shook and Javi groaned at each thrust, the way your walls tightened around his cock, making him even more sensitive to you, but he was determined, he wanted to have all of your honey and he wouldn't stop until he got it. 

Suddenly, his moves ceased and you felt empty as Javier slid out of you. You panted, trying to catch your breath glad to have a small break, which didn't take very long, not with Javi getting between your legs once more and breathing down your cunt "you're so perfect hermosa, you look so beautiful all spread up and open just for me…" he praised, his lips ghosting over your inner thigh, small gentle kisses, just enough to drag goosebumps all over your skin. 

"Javi please… don't tease" you whimpered and saw his frown, before his hand swatted your cunt in one dry slap 

"I can do whatever you want, cariño, this cunt is mine, this ass is mine, you are entirely mine, aren't ya?" He questioned you and you just nodded at him, whimpering as Javi finally got to your clit, suckling on it at the same time he used both arms to keep your waist in place, not letting you escape him as he ate you out, your legs shaking as he locked you with one arm, leaving the other free and shoving two fingers deep into your cunt, hitting your special spot and speeding up. He smirked at the undeniable pleasure in your face, loving how you moaned and slithered softly among the sheets. You felt that intense sensation building up once more, your lower belly felt on fire and you knew you were too close now, Javi could tell you weren't able to hold back any longer and softened up, giving your hard, soaked clit a gentle kiss "come on princesa, pour for me, make it fucking rain" he whispered against your pussy and you finally relaxed, reaching for your orgasm and letting the stream hit Javier. 

You had only blurs of him waiting for your sweetness, you couldn't keep your eyes open, but Javi stood right there loving to get your load all over his face. 

You felt like you were melting in a puddle of pleasure, feeling tired and a little sore and yet, Javi climbed on top of you, his face wet with your juices as he kissed you and got his cock inside of you again

"Come on cariño, let's make our baby Peña" he whispered into your ear.

 •••

You giggled as you entered the kitchen, Javi was right behind you, hands around your waist, squeezing you and making you giggle as the two of you had dripping hair and the clothes still hanging tight to your bodies, as you exited the shower not more than minutes before. You should have made lunch at least an hour before, knowing Chucho would come from church hungry and you and Javi could also eat after spending a lot of energy in bed, but the way he couldn't keep his hands off you, really jeopardized the other activities in the house, and at the same time you sort of felt guilty about it, you couldn't resist when it came to Javier Peña. He was your addiction, you just needed and craved him at every hour of your day, the weeks you'd spent apart you thought you were going crazy without him by your side, so now that you could spend a lifetime with him, you definitely didn't want to let it go. As you got into the kitchen, you stopped dead on tracks 

"Mom?!" You nearly shouted, eyes widening as you saw how your mother stood up next to Chucho, who had his hands on his waist - a classic Javier pose and you knew where he got that from, you could chuckle to yourself at that new piece of information on your fiance, if it weren't for the unnerving feeling your mom was giving you. The way she looked around displeased with everything and everyone. How she eyed Javier up and down and couldn't show the slightest smile or any traces of sympathy. "W-what are you doing here?" It was all you could ask her, watching as she shook her head and scoffed

"What exactly did you expect? You simply write me a letter saying you quit your job and that you were going to get married and live in this place?" She looked around "I needed to see with my own eyes, and yes, Y/N, you are indeed out of your mind!"

"I'm not. I'm marrying Javier and I'm staying in Laredo, because Javi and Don Chucho took me in and treat me like family. I don't care what you say, mom, I'm staying" you said and frowned "how did you even get in here?" And it was Chucho's turn to clear his throat and add his own version to the conversation

"I found the lady looking for information downtown, she wanted to know where our ranch was so I offered a ride" 

Javier saw how tense you got and tried using his charms to soothe your mom, maybe all she needed was some flattering, just to get to know him, not many women could resists Javier's sweet brown eyes, his beautiful smile and his polite manners, but the moment he tried greeting him properly your mom made everything at her power to keep him away, not hiding the disdain for him, which immediately made you angry and guilty, to have your uninvited mom treating like shit the people who loved and treated you like family.

Everyone could feel the tension in that kitchen and yet it was a mystery how things would be solved. Luckily to you, Chucho offered to take all of you out for lunch at a nice restaurant, then he suggested you should take your mom to some shops and other sights of Laredo, and though you were thankful for that, you felt really upset to know she was there only with one mission: make you give up on your wedding. 

You spent the rest of the day in a thick tension, you and your mom chatted briefly about family, work, and one could see and think it was just an ordinary case of mom and daughter catching up on the news, but you knew there was more to it. Luckily, Chucho's suggestion worked and she was easily distracted during the day, getting to know the city and going to bed early, being tired because of her trip. Javi also noticed everything and though he hadn't questioned you through the day you knew you would have a conversation about it. For all the time you've known each other, you barely spoke about your family, all you told him was that you had a complicated relationship with your mother and that they used to really like your former fiance, so when he left you, it all came out as a shock. You two hadn't discussed a guest list because after a whole week of trying to plan the details, you had decided to have a courthouse wedding. Not really you took that decision, but rather Javier and Chucho did. You realized the two of them were terrified of another scandal concerning that matter and even if you reassured Javier you trusted him and knew things would be different this time, he still thought it was safer to go with his dad's idea. You did feel disappointed, you'd already envisioned marrying Javier in a simple, but beautiful party, you had dreamed about inviting Murphy, Connie and your other friends, your family of course, not everybody, but the ones you were the closest to, and yet, you ended up agreeing to just signing the papers and carrying on with your day. A party didn't matter that much, but you would like to celebrate it, to put on a nice beautiful dress and show that whole town that yes, you and Javier loved each other and you would work out, despite every mean thing that'd been said and spread by those people. Your mom also agreed on having a discrete, small wedding, but it puzzled her to know why everyone seemed to be insisting on it, you could tell she was suspicious of something but you didn't feel like telling her everything that happened between Javier and his first bride, it would only bring all of you chaos and arguments. 

When you got in your bedroom later that night, you had hopes Javi was already asleep, you didn't quite know what to expect, of course he was an intelligent and observing man and he definitely understood from the very beginning you mom already hated him. You didn't know if it bothered Javi or not, but it probably did a little, no one liked to be hated by someone else and especially not without a good reason. You closed the door quietly, seeing Javi was lying in bed and smiled relieved, though he immediately raised his head from his pillow and immediately turned towards you 

"Cariño?" He called you and you bit your lips "we need to talk" he told you and beckoned, watching as you walked towards the edge of the bed and couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled you by your arm, making you lose balance and fall on top of him. You watched Javier closely, taking in how handsome he was, your heart not taking it as you admired his side profile and gently you traced the shape of his nose with the tip of your fingers, smiling at him, though you could see his expression was serious. 

"Your mom doesn't want us to get married, does she?" He sighed as you nodded. "why? Does she know about Lorraine?" You shook your head shyly "I need you to use your words, cariño… come on" he whispered against your ear as if he was seducing you, like he often did. 

"She doesn't, Javi… I haven't told my mom a lot of things, I haven't even called her, I wrote her a letter, hoping we would've been married by the time she got it. It felt weird not to tell her, but I knew she would have this reaction. She didn't like to know I was in love with you when I first got to Colombia and she definitely doesn't like our lifestyle, you know like the ranch and other things like this…" you said ashamed and looked down "I am not happy with her visit Javi, and I pissed off at how she got here and she thinks she's the queen of the world" you confessed and Javi straightened up his posture, rubbing his forehead and sighing "if she stays here for a long time, she will eventually find out about the gossip… maybe we should just go to the courthouse tomorrow, sign the papers and get this thing over with" he suggested and you couldn't help but feel disappointed, your wedding was now 'this thing'?! You shook your head 

"Javi, do you really wanna marry me?" You asked worriedly and watched as he sighed again "I don't wanna be annoying and insecure, that's just not us… but we went from leaving Colombia and getting married, having a beautiful party, wearing a wedding dress for you, and then we just thought of a courthouse wedding and now you tell me we should do it tomorrow, just to get this thing over with?" 

Javi held your face between his big hands and stroked your cheek gently, leaning in and pecked your lips, before getting off bed and getting on his knees in front of you. He took your hand, caressing it and watching his mom's ring "you're completely right, hermosa. I'm sorry if I made you feel like that, of course I still wanna marry you. I was worried you wouldn't want it after your mom arrived" he sighed "I don't want you to be upset… I want you to go out tomorrow and get yourself a pretty wedding dress, the most beautiful one you can find… I want you to be even more gorgeous to me, and once you get your dress we will figure something out, okay? Something that won't be as impersonal as a courthouse wedding… I just want you to be my wife, I want to have baby with you some day, mi amor" he said, giving you his sweet eyes, and leaning towards your touch as you caressed his cheek. 

     ••• 

"You know mom, you didn't really need to come here with me, it's a simple task… I'll pick a dress I like and buy it" you said as the two of you walked into the wedding dress store, the only one in Laredo and that you were sure you wouldn't really like the options, judging by what you'd seen in the window at least. You mom just rolled her eyes and scoffed

"You are already marrying this… man" she said "the least I can do for you is to help you pick up a decent wedding dress, knowing your taste it will definitely be a nightmare, Y/N" you gritted your teeth and before you could say anything else, a smiling girl came towards you, introducing herself as the clerk and dragging you over to the wedding dresses section. No matter how many times you'd said you were looking for a simple model, something comfortable and pretty, all she did was show you layers and layers of white, flamboyant lace, gigantic veils and your heart clenched to see you were having a hard time to even pick a dress, maybe it was all a sign? No, you shook that thought away, you and Javi were meant to be together, and no matter what was going on, you two would get married. 

When you finally spotted a simple, sleeveless white dress, you sighed relieved. You didn't like it very much, but it fit better the kind of party - if you were having a party at all - than the other options and you insisted on trying it on, despite the comments coming from both your mom and the clerk, who stated the dress was too plain and too simple. You felt your blood boiling, but you didn't say anything at all, it was bad enough you and Javi were the constant subject of gossip around town, and you figured a public argument with your mom wouldn't favor either of you, so you forced yourself to suck it up and get inside the fitting room. 

The clerk smiled at your mom trying to make small talk "so… ma'am, your daughter is marrying Javier Peña… he's kind of a big deal here in Laredo, everybody knows him, he's more of a lição hero, and it's cool that his first bride bought her dress here, and now his second bride is doing the same, hopefully she'll be luckier than Lorraine" the young girl shrugged, trying to sound innocent but also looking for some juicy details she could spread on with her co-workers later. 

Your mom's eyes snapped at the girl's words and she didn't stop inquiring until your mom got the full, whole story. And boy, she wasn't happy about it. 

You watched yourself in the mirror, you hated the dress. Maybe not the dress, but you were hating that experience, that tension and the stress. You hated that store, you hated that sales clerk who always whispered when she saw you and Javi passing by. There was nothing you wanted more than to marry Javi, and he had been clear about wanting to marry you too, but it felt like things weren't collaborating. Not even a dress you could find, and it made you anxious. As you undressed, you couldn't help but stare at your stomach, picturing if you'd look too different with a pregnant bump. You knew getting pregnant was just a matter of time and quite honestly you were a bit surprised it hadn't happened yet, with the amount of times Javi finished inside of you. Still, it didn't feel like the right moment just yet, but when it did, you'd be very happy to have baby Peña inside. 

You knew it was time to get rid of that horrible dress and head home, but you didn't think your mom would be waiting for you at the door, her face seemed to have been replaced with a mask of anger which puzzled you until you all got to the ranch. 

Chucho and Javi were at the table having some coffee and a slice of cake when they heard the commotion of the two women barging in. Your voices were loud but muffled and though it was obvious you and your mother were having an argument, they still couldn't exactly understand what you two were quarreling about. Both men got up and walked to the door, getting to the living room where you were already crying and your mom made sure to tell you horrible words, wanting to express her point of view which she considered to be the only right way to see things. 

Javier didn't like that distress, he knew you were out to see your wedding dress, it was supposed to be a nice day for a woman, and he didn't need to be a genius to see whatever happened ruined it for you. His first reaction was to wrap his arms around your body and pull you closer, kissing the top of your head and stroking your cheek "shh calm down, cariño… what happened?" He asked worried but your mom immediately walked to him 

"You happened!!!" She yelled "you happened to disgrace my daughter's life, Javier! How can she marry someone like you? You cannot even be called a man! You're a coward, a disgusting person!!! And my daughter is the stupidest woman in the world!!! She was humiliated by a man like you, but she seems to like your type because she is willing to make the same mistake for the second time now!!!" Your mom yelled feeling so angry and wanting to inflict as much pain as she could "and even if you don't abandon her at the altar, Mr. Peña… what do you have to offer her? This house? A life on the farm? Taking care of kids and animals? Until what? She gets too unattractive to you and you start chasing down girls half your age?" 

"ENOUGH!!!" you finally roared, being fed up with that scene, that horrid act of cruelty "enough!!! You have no right to say those things, mom!!! You weren't invited here, you weren't even invited to the wedding, I just told you I would be getting married to Javi, well, now I don't even know if there will be a wedding, but you are no one to tell me what to do or what not to do!!! I love Javi and I want this life, we both do! I trust him, I wanna be his wife, be the mother of his children and if you don't like it, just go away!!! I'm not asking for permission or your approval!" You finally said and gently got rid of Javi's arms, not wanting to be there any longer. 

You ran out the door and went for the green fields, the ones you often made love with him and walked until you were far away from the house, from that ranch that despite the large size, made you feel suffocated. You and sat down on the grass and allowed yourself to shed your tears, letting all the hurt out of your chest as you felt so upset at everything that was happening. Your mom had no right to try to ruin everything for you, you were supposed to be living the best of your relationship with Javi and not having everything spoiled by anyone just because they thought it was fun to comment on your life.

You hung your head low and sighed, trying to find some inner peace. 

Some time later, Javi watched you from afar as he squinted his eyes because of the sun and placed his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath and walked towards you, climbing the small hill you sat yourself on and reaching you.

"Hey" he said licking his bottom lip "your mom packed her things and decided to fly back home, dad just took her to the airport…" he said carefully and watched as you nodded, your eyes still red and puffy. It simply broke his heart.

"J-Javi I'm so sorry about what she said… about everything, this scene, this argument, about the things I've told you… I'm just so tired of this, of having to step on eggshells all the time when we are out because people gossip about us, it's not fair we have to give up our wedding, our celebration of a new start because of a bunch of dicks around here… all the gossip was funny at first, but now's just tiring. I'm tired of having people telling me you're going to abandon me or you're going to cheat on me, because you're not" you held Javier's face between your hands and stared into his eyes "I know you'll never do this, we both know it" you sniffed sadly as Javi gently wiped the tears that insisted on falling down. 

"You're totally right, cariño… I'm tired of that too, I understand if you don't wanna marry me or if you don't wanna live in Laredo with me, but I thought of a solution to show these fucking hillbillies how we're meant to be for real: I want to have a big ranch wedding, it can be here, in the fields… we get a priest or whatever to bless our ceremony, we have a big party so we can show everyone how we are getting married for real, the whole town as a witness to our love, so they'll shut up about it. You can get your wedding dress handmade with the seamstress who lives a couple of miles away…" he suggested it, his heart hammering his ribcage as he watched you closely. "What do you say, mi amor? Will you still marry me?" 

And then Javi stared at you with his stupid, deep brown eyes, you could tell at that moment he would do anything for you and your heart clenched at how much you loved him, it just ran through your body, your veins, your pores. You loved Javier with your whole heart and soul and it was obvious you would still marry him.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked it 😭

[ophernelia]

can you give any tips for writing scripts? do you do it before or after you film the scenes? i’m having trouble figuring out dialogue and and how to space things out..

Ofc! This might be long though so sorry in advance!

I always write my scripts before I film a scene. If the script isn’t done, then I can’t film. It’s where I map out everything. Sometimes I’ll deviate from the script, because what’s in my head when I write isn’t always easily replicable in game. I still use it as a guideline for filming though. Here’s a rough sketch of what a detailed script looks like for me:

As far as pacing, I usually try to fantasize about how the scenes would go in my head. I try to be mindful of how long it takes everyone to read too. I read pretty fast, but I know the scenes and I know the script so it’s not the same for me as it is for my audience. I like to let the dialogue hang for a bit so people have time to read what’s written, but to also observe the scene visually.

Also, I use the script to show pacing too. Since I have a larger cast it’s a bit easier to do now, but I don’t like for a character to appear in two consecutive scenes. Especially if they’re in different places and a portion of the scene didn’t include them traveling. So, if Lou appears in scene 1 then he probably won’t appear again until scene 3 or later. In my head I see it as giving the character enough time to move from place to place.

When it comes to story pacing, I don’t want too much to happen too soon. It depends on how long your story is, of course, but I try to have a slow lead up to major things. For season 2, it took all season for Lou to meet his dad. Along the way I built it up by sprinkling in a few scenes here and there. Adding in a few crumbs to conversations. With other things you don’t wanna draw it out too long. Like Kaila, Rory, and Sav’s love triangle. Kaila and Rory were meant to get together quickly to show how much pull Rory has. It also shows how much Savannah was unwilling to fight for her because she knew Kaila wasn’t her person. A lot of this stuff is just personal preference though and depends on what fits your characters.

The best thing I can recommend to do is to watch your favorite shows. See how they block out scenes. See how long each scene lasts. See how the characters move through a scene. Think about the whole season and see when major turning points occurred. Take a little inspiration from that and then tailor it to fit your story. I try not to emulate shows too much because I like for Lykaia to stand on its own (and I have certain views about copying v. inspiration), but it is very helpful to at least observe how other shows are filmed. I try to think if my show was on like Netflix or Hulu- how would it look? How would it flow? I did that a lot more this season though and not the first two. Which is why I’m really not fond of season 1 of Lykaia. At least the first half. Twilight is one of those movies that has such a distinct look that whenever the style is emulated it looks like a copy. Which was completely unnecessary, because that sickly green aesthetic isn’t the only way to show solemn and moody weather. If I wanted that vibe, I needed to tailor it to fit Lykaia. I do that now by using a lot of rain, cooler tones, and a dry color palette. So, it’s stuff like that. It’s just been a learning process for me.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Loving the Kaiju AU and I have a few questions

How would yuu react to the other staffs being like a father/uncle/grandfather/brother to yuu? how would the other boys see yuu as? Will any of the staff and boys would try and communicate with yuu?

Well, for the most part, Yuu’s reactions are up to you guys since it’s meant to represent us/our charactesr as the MC just like the game. I try to keep it as open to creative freedom to inspire you guys since everyone reacts differently. >v<;

Anyway, I did discuss the Kaiju trying to communicate with Yuu in this post here, where we also learn that Grim can, in fact, understand human languages! (Yes, languages, not just English or Japanese) Despite the language barrier, Yuu will manage to learn how to replicate the sounds and frequencies they hear…including certain ones that should be impossible for normal human vocal chords. Hmmm… >.>

But! We’ll cross that bridge sooner or later. In the meantime, more “Help! I’m trapped on an island with no memories and I’ve been adopted by two Kaiju dads!!” for all of us~! >vÓ

So we know that Yuu (as would anyone in their position) was baffled and floored at the realization that Nevermore and Crewelfang adopted them, let alone the fact that the two were…gentle towards them. It was sweet…in a terrifying giant monster sort of way, and tat the moment it was their saving grace against the other creatures of the island.

And then came the rest of the “family”.

Once the rest of the staff came into the picture, Yuu and Grimfang were safely hidden behind Nevermore’s forepaws as the others investigated the duo with curious eyes. It doesn’t take long for Yuu to figure out that they’d been accepted by this group of powerful monsters that—according to MIRA—not even the researchers had been able to observe to such an extent. In a way it’s kinda nice having the extra security of their extended “family”.

Some took their new familial role as “surrogate uncle” a little too enthusiastically though. ^_^;

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Crewel: *trying to groom Yuu* “How in the world did you get yourself so filthy walking outside the den? Hold still, pup!”

Yuu: *glaring at Grim, who bumped them into a muddy water puddle* [“Traitor!”]

Grim: “Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to groom yourself.”

Crewel: “Don’t think you’re getting out of a grooming session. Your fur is a mess!”

Grim: “What?! No fair! I can keep myself cleaner than the human!”

WHUD!!!

Vargas: “Good morning!” *standing on top of a massive whale-like creature* “I’ve brought the nibblings breakfast, freshly hunted from the sea!”

Crewel: *long-suffering sigh* “Ashton…two things. One: get that thing out of my den before it starts to reek! And two: surely you don’t expect the pups to eat that whole thing in one sitting?”

Vargas: “They’re both skin and bones. If they’re going to survive in this pack, they need to build up their muscles!” *begins shredding the carcass into chunks with shark teeth* “Once they’ve finished this, they’ll need to eat eggs to help them grow big and strong—like me!”

Crewel: “That is far too much for either of them to eat!”

Yuu: *hiding behind Crewel’s paws* [“What is happening?!”]

Crowley: *outside* “Why is there a fish blocking the entrace?!”

//-------//

Yuu: *trying to follow MIRA’s instructions to build a makeshift survival “bed” out of leaves and sticks* [“I’m pretty sure this isn’t going to be very comfortable…”]

Grim: “So why are you wasting your time?”

Yuu: [“Ugh…what I wouldn’t give for a mattress. Even a sleeping bag would be an upgrade!”] *continues trying to tie the twine…before stopping with a shudder* [“…what was that…?”]

Grim: “What was what?”

Yuu: *whirls around, gasping in horror* [“AAAAA-!!”]

Grim: *turns and sees massive spider-like chameleon emerging from the trunk of a tree* “FYGAAAAAAAA-!!!!”

Crowley: “What is going on out there?!”

Sam: *fully materializes just as Crewel and Crowley come charging out* “Hello, little imps~! So sorry for scaring you both.”

Crewel: “Sam? For Seven’s sake, we thought the pups were in danger!”

Sam: “My apologies! I brought gifts for your new litter of imps—in stock! And I guarantee there will be something they’ll want in there."

Yuu: *notices something odd about Sam and squints* [“…is…that Kaiju wearing a satchel?”] *yelps as Sam dumps the contents of the satchel onto the ground, the pile towering over them* [“Wha-?!...whoa! Whoa!! Look at all this!”]

Crowley: *tilts head in confusion as Yuu starts digging around the pile, Grim joining shortly after out of curiosity* “Well, they certainly seem interested in your selection. Now, say that they do find something. What do you want in exchange?”

Sam: “Just a simple trade this time, since most of the stock is unusable to us. A few mango seeds and a crystal from your mountain nest will suffice!”

Crowley: “Deal! Such a generous offer~!”

Yuu: *has already found a satchel and a several duffle bags, filling it with small items, towels, and blankets* [“Wow. How did he even get a full shower caddy with soap and shampoo?! Score! Now I can take a proper bath!”]

Grim: *grabs and drags out a large mattress* “The heck is this?”

Yuu: *gasp!!!* [“BED!!!!”] *dives off the pile onto the mattress before bouncing off, climbing back on and sprawling out with a grin and giggling happily* [“Oh, I’m going to sleep well tonight!”]

Crewel: “They seem quite taken with that slab in particular.”

Grim: “Huh…hey, move over, I wanna try it too!”

Yuu: [“Wha-? Hey! No! Get off! You’re gonna squish it!”]

Grim: “I’m not gonna squish it! Quit hoggin’ the good stuff!” *lightly pins Yuu down under his arm*

Yuu: *squirming to get out from under him* [“Move your big butt! Nevermore!”]

Crowley: “Play nice, you two!”

Crewel: “Don’t make me put you two on the discipline branch again!”

(In the end, the two wound up sharing the mattress with Yuu occasionally sleeping on Grim’s back or belly. When he wants to be mischievous, he’ll flip the mattress over while Yuu is on it)

//--------//

Crowley: “…perhaps it was unwise for Grim and Lucius to meet…”

Lucius: “Rrreaaaarrrl!!”

Grim: “Shut up! Yer the one who stole my snack!”

Lucius: “Hissss!”

Grim: “Why you-!”

Trein: “Enough!”

Grim: “But he started it!”

Crewel: “Down boy!”

Crowley: “Are you sure you can handle them both, Mozus?”

Trein: “You forget that this is not my first time raising hatchlings or kits. They will be fine while you two patrol the island.”

Crewel: “I’ll hold you to that.”

Yuu: [“Wait, where are you guys going?”]

Crowley: “Be a good hatchling for Mozus while we’re gone. We will return at noon.”

-Several hours later-

Crowley: “We’re ba—oh.”

Trein: *the air is filled with flickering images of creatures and scenes, scales shimmering while a gentle thrum radiating from Trein’s chest as he continues telling a story to an enthralled Yuu and Grim*

Yuu: *can’t understand what Trein is saying but enchanted by the illusions as they try to piece together what the story is about*

Crewel: “Hmph…so you do still have a few tricks up your sleeve for an old dog. Well done.”

//---------//

I think it’s safe to say that Yuu has had a lot of interesting encounters with their new adoptive family members. XD But how would they feel in the end after everything is said and done?

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After everything that had transpired throughout the last few days, it was no surprise that Yuu was exhausted. Despite this, however, they found themselves lying wide awake. Wrapped in one of their new blankets with their back pressed to Grimfang’s side as they both shared the mattress, it was like they had their own portable radiator…that snores. And like a massive pair of organic walls that blocked the chill of the night, Nevermore and Crewelfang encircled the two with their heads resting on each other’s haunches. The den was filled with quiet breathing, the wind howling outside sounding muffled.

In the silence, Yuu’s thoughts swirled: ‘Who am I?’ This was a question that had been plaguing them since they were first grounded to the nest with nothing to do but think. They could remember things like what objects or fruit were called and how they functioned, or how to work with things like a computer. And yet the more they tried to remember their life before the beach, the harder it became to recall even the most basic information.

Name? Age? Easy. School? Nothing. Job skills? No clue. Friends? Family? Pets?

Complete blanks.

All they could recall was a vague feeling of warmth and comfort, that someone out there cared for them. Who, they couldn’t say for sure…and the thought terrified them more than they thought. Would…they ever remember what their life was like? Who they were as a person?...

Yuu blinked as a rippling wave of shimmering gold light crossed their vision—no, their mind—before a small drop of emerald joined in, followed by a feeling of warmth and worry not their own bloomed in their chest. Raising their head from the mattress, Yuu was met with Nevermore’s golden gaze as he watched them—a sight they’d grown accustomed to after the first night’s scare he’d had.

What had MIRA called that color phenomenon before? ‘Echoing resonance’? They’d thought it had been part of the dream the first night it happened, but ever since they’d been experiencing it from both Nevermore and Crewelfang. [“It is unique to Kaiju in that they may direct the frequency to a group or a singular individual. Researchers believe this to be an evolutionary trait designed to communicate between young offspring and other pack members akin to echolocation. Study has shown that humans may experience this from Kaiju test subjects, though no further information can be gleaned due to the rarity of the phenomenon,”] the computer had told them.

…pack members and offspring…

“…I don’t understand you at all,” Yuu told him, his ear twitching as he tilted his head in response. “I mean…you’re not even human, and yet you decided to ‘adopt’ me because of that stupid serum. Do you even know what I am? Or do you just not care?” That last part sounded more frustrated than they’d intended, but Nevermore’s expression seemed…softer than before now, colorful ripples of blue and violet filling their mind as a wave of calm washed over them. “…then again…I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t found me that day. And since I can’t even remember them…you’re the closest thing to a family I have now.”

Nevermore gently lowered his head to rest it next to the mattress, his eye watching them as a quiet sigh escaped.

Reaching out to pet his cheek, Yuu couldn’t help but chuckle when he began to “purr”, the sound more akin to a soft, whistling warble. “Thank you,” they whispered, their eyes heavy now as a sense of security filled them. “For everything…”

[feathers-feathers]

Bug Fables' deep lore is engaging in open warfare with my mental helath i swear to GOD I CAnt figure this tHE FUCK OUT IM GOING INSANE

Context: I'm trying to make a timeline. Bug fables took this personally.

The big question here that got me to break is what the fuck is the deal with Flower Gods? So I was writing an essay of sorts to try and figure it out as I go, then clean it up and post it when I came to a few satisfying conclusions, and maybe make a poll to see what others would prefer.

I have now lost at least a decade of my lifespan, and will be seeking reparations in the court of law. I'll post what I wrote below the cut, just be aware that it's not finished, will not be finished if I have a gun to my head, and jumps places every now and then because that's just how I roll in the drafting stage.

I hope to all the gods above that some of you can find sense where I have failed.

Beware: Here be dragons. (Also, it's quite long.)

BEGIN

Currently doing timeline shenanigans with Bug Fables. I learned something in the lore that will have a major impact in how that timeline manifests. The problem is that this lore detail isn't exactly straight-forward, and has multiple interpretations. I'd like to see some other thoughts on this matter before I make a decision. The lore in question is regarding the creation of the Flower Gods.

A reminder: There is a secret room in Snakemouth Den that displays information regarding the 3 Flower Gods. Prior to seeing this room, most I think didn't even know there were 3 - only knowing of Venus at the time. The other two are Mars and Pluto. These displays tell us a few things. Some information on the gods themselves: Venus is

Guardian: M-001 "Mars" Age: 361 Status: Stable

Guardian: V-012 "Venus" Age: 358 Status: Stable

Guardian: P-183 "Pluto" Age: 34 Status: Stable

This secret asks a whole bunch of questions and answers exactly none of them.

The first thought I see many people go to is that this, of course, confirms that the Roaches created them. However, there is dialogue from Venus herself stating "Ah, it still feels like it was yesterday when they were scurrying around the land trying to get stuff together!" Which doesn't say much, but sort of implies that she was around while the Roaches were still figuring things out.

But what about those designations, what do they mean? For something like this - and considering they all start with the first letter of the Guardian's name - I think it's, like, a version number.

If they were all created by the Roaches, then… wtf? So with Mars, they got it right on their very first try - congratulations, a fucking GOD is born - but their next Guardian took 12 attempts? What? And then Pluto took 183 attempts. And the time discrepancy is just…. weird. Wtf does this mean? The Roaches started off as the best scientists ever, getting everything correct on their first go, then suddenly dropping the ball off the face of the Earth and getting nothing right? For centuries? And after all of that, they consider the Sapling to be their greatest creation. Not any of the Actual Deities they supposedly made. And then they place two of these gods in… just… entirely different territories. Mars is in the Eastern lands. Lord knows where Pluto is, but not Bugaria, that's for sure. I do find this rather unpalatable.

If they weren't created by the Roaches - they were just studying them, trying to replicate their power - I think that fits some of this better. Especially that above quote by Venus. If she was around before the Roaches developed what they have now - the Roaches being the first bugs to awaken - then did she awaken before even them? If she - and, perhaps, Mars - were the first to awaken, then was the Day of Awakening only around 370 years ago? That would probably be the best case scenario for developing a timeline. It'd be the only True Date that can be nailed down, and make it a lot easier to place other dates around it by comparison.

But still… what's the deal with the version numbers? Perhaps the Guardians do not have true immortality, but ressurrective immortality? That would sort imply that Pluto might in fact be the first, and he's on his 183'd life. It would also mean that Mars would actually be the youngest of the gods. Despite being the oldest current version, he is still only on his First version - no deaths, no resurrections. This would also mean that Pluto died around the time the Roaches vanished. But also - if Pluto died 182 times prior to his current iteration… what the fuck kind of life is this guy living? Is he stuck in a death loop, wtf?

This is honestly just another discrepancy, to me. Lets be as conservative as possible and say that most of Pluto's lives were all around 30 years in length. This is so conservative as to be ridiculous, but let's just ignore that. 183 x 30 = 5490. That's Fucking Old - and I'm gonna say, just as ridiculous. Why, then, would the other two gods only have a few years of an age gap? This feels like a strong point towards the idea that the Roaches created them??? that the designations are version numbers before deployment and not ressurrective iterations???

Oh My God. What the fuck am I supposed to believe?

BREAK

This is where I officially gave up. I hate all of these ideas none of them are satisfactory. Bug Fables why do you hate me so muchae dsafsafgfghrdsgrdfeignbreoiatghnbfrabgifrhdfhdfghdfsghdfizghsregtbdfsgfcuigh

[starythewriter]

JACK HARLOWS SCRET SLUT PT 7

(Super long btw)

SMUT. Minors DNI please. p in V rough sex, a little bit of angst, a lot of smut.

you got up bright and early at 6AM as you had to be there by 8, you made your morning coffee and got ready… you saw Jack, you kissed him and he told you were an amazing person… he also asked “how’s the show? I haven’t had the chance to catch up but I will today especially because it’s the last day”

you reply: “it’s been great… tiring but for sure fun & I did enjoy my time with vinnie and everybody there… but even tho the episode is airing today, some photos were already posted and i haven’t seen. much on social media but…

people are already not liking it and no trying to cancel me for it…” Jack told you not to worry, to be calm and everything will be fine… he hugged you and you reminded him that even if your riding vinnie that Jack would still be in your heart… Jack got turned on knowing he had so much power over you… you licked his jaw and said… “I guess we’ll see if you’ll get jealous or not…”

he replied with “I wont… I’ll just fuck you harder… also me and vinnie are here to protect you so don’t worry about it…”

you asked him… “you wont be mad if we have sex right?”

“I wouldn’t care why? my love”

“we’ll considering today is the last day I might do something crazy with vinnie… so I want you to know jack… but I’m not sure… you know we still have to get ready for other shoots and then for your performances…”

“it’ll be fine my darling I wont mind… me and vinnie also have a surprise for you… I’ll reveal everything in a couple days.”

you were excited and nervous for whatever the surprise was, but you drove to set as you had no time to waste, you took Jack with you… he stayed around doing PHOTOSHOOTS for his music, meanwhile you went for fliming… you saw vinnie again… you smiled and already felt a lustful glaze coming from him… the crew told you to sit with him and have a lunch with him, turns out everybody was having a romantic lunch for the finale…. after some speaking with everyone else…

you thanked the crew, your friends and vinnie for making you feel safe and welcomed… after some more talking you decided to have the lunch with vinnie… his lustful gaze returned and you were so seduced but you had to keep composure for the cameras…

you looked at him with a smirk and said “well… I’ve never done anything like this before so you can take me as you please”

“my dear” he whispered seductively, he pulled you up and started walking towards the garden where everyone was having a romantic meal “we’ll have our dinner later, but you can start working now”

you nodded and followed him with your eyes watching everything unfold in front of you, you could feel the hunger building up inside you… you couldn’t wait for the food to arrive and your hands would start to shake, you knew that feeling… you knew that familiar craving for food but you wouldn’t give it to anyone but Jack… the way Vinnie held you in his arms as you both watched everyone eat it made you feel loved and protected… even though you knew nothing was going to happen between the three of you, you couldn’t help but enjoy every moment that was happening and you were so grateful that you guys had the chance to spend so many nights together with nobody else and with vinnie who was always so kind and caring, it gave you hope.

you both ran around the garden and did some flower picking… vinnie told you to wait meanwhile you chatted with some of the crew… vinnie came back with a rose…

“Y/N I give you this ride of love, abundance and my love, and all that you deserve you are truly a blessing to me…”

you blushed and took the flower while kissing him… you were so happy about this… you both went back inside after picking up some more flowers and he talked about some new PHOTOSHOOTS he had coming up… you were nervous but you told him “I think you should add me to them… especially because their for underwear… I have some ideas we can replicate…” you smirked and he blushed…

after some more time together you met up with everyone else…

you closed out the finale with a thank you note from every person on the show and of course doing some last ads…

you did it! you finished you were so happy you never had such a time consuming project, it was fun, and the best show you’ve been on, but you had to be there for almost 8 hours at times, fliming other things, or doing shoots, sometimes the episodes got extended last minute…

but you were so happy…

you and vinnie hugged after that, the episode from yesterday aired… vinnie incited you over to his house

and he had this great place… it was huge and beautiful… he took you over to a room where a lot of things were laying around for you to choose from… he had a ton of stuff on the walls and on shelves…

you thought ‘maybe a few of these would look cute on me’.

vinnie gave you a glass of wine, you sat down and waited for him to pick out something to wear… you two were getting a little tipsy…

you had your legs spread apart and were sitting there sipping and looking at eachother, he took off his shirt and you looked down at his chest… he was so perfect and sexy… and he was wearing these sexy blue boxer shorts… he pulled them down slowly, showing off his muscular body… you liked to watch him work his muscles and he had a tattoo on his left shoulder blade that said ‘i belong to no man’, which you found sexy as fuck…

you looked up at his face and he was looking directly at you… he grabbed you and put you on top of him and continued to undress you… you could hardly believe what was going on… you both ended up kissing deeply…

he moved his lips on your neck, licking and sucking it and you moaned… as he sucked it deeper and harder into his mouth and nibbled and bit on it, you tried to push him onto his back and he obliged… he started stroking you through your panties and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a scream of pleasure…

his hands slipped inside your panties and touched and caressed you all over.

you stared to make out with him… “vinnie being with you feels like a dream… your so funny, sweet and so kind… I love you so much… your body is perfect everything is… I’ve been so anxious recently about what people are gonna say…”

he kissed you while inserting himself over and over and moaned he then groaned and said “I know baby, thank you… your so fucking pretty, hot and sexy, a goddess, I see why Jack fucked you up… and- don’t worry about shit, I’m here for you… you can always trust me and… hey I’m happy that I met you too… it was fate I think… fuck- you just get me so hard… but your so much more then this… i- guess we’re both just sexual by nature but i promise you your everything else and more.”

you smiled as he kept fucking you… you moaned more and more, you switched postions now you were ontop of him on his bed, you started to just jump on his dick while moaning praises “fuck- I’ve never taken dick this king or girthy…”

“ah- your so hard- literally sliding down faster then a zipper”

you just went for it, soon your face got so lewd, vinnie just enjoyed the view while bucking his hips slowly, you were thinking about Jack too and the way he’d love to join in on this… but… there’s no way they’d both agree to something like this… whag ifbthey THOUGHT it was weird you always had an insercuity when it came to having sex with the both of them or just being around the both of them…

vinnie rubbed your nipples and told you to calm down as he saw the nervousness on YOU face… you went back to being slutty he kept moaning… “fuck- did Jack mention anything about this? I bet he’s gonna try and win you over huh? but… I’ll be your caregiver… and shoot my cum down your throat”

you moaned even louder, loosing all control and riding him endlessly, eventually he came and coated your walks every single inch… you told him yes, and you knew that the protective side was coming out of vinnie but you told him not to worry thetes enough for the both of them… you both kissed and you laid beside him… you hugged you telling you how beautiful and romantic you are…

you were far too happy… but you sneaked at some posts and saw the hate coming for you… but…

you couldn’t be bothered… everybody thought you were switching from man to man… so you remembered the footage FLIMED today had a bit of s different story line whete you and vinnie distanced and you did… but it was originally never going to air, you pressured the producers to air that only and the following day it aired… hopefully keeping everybody quiet as you wanted to keep everything private…

yes bevause of the hate,but also in general…

The end.

[yomiurinikei]

my neighborhood is apparently losing connection for ? some time ? so parting gift for u all. its v sillies how tsurugi spent so much time in blind faith and dependency due to being vvv traumatized and having no options other than juu. like i don’t think i’m well versed (or awake) enough to accurately articulate my thoughts on a “cult like” childhood right now but u guys get the vibe?

it’s silly how that’s how he grew up and then whoops! haha funny story tsurugi you know how you keep being given ways out/having your beliefs questioned and challenged and changed (kinji (twice), satsuki, etc)?

haha. wellll hope u took those lessons to hard because ur now being forcibly cut from the person u were reliant on in the past! because juu fucking sucks and traumatized as u are u can’t rely on him anymore as the figure u follow because the beliefs he instilled in u are the antithesis of his actions! so i sure hope ur able to cope with everything in a normal way instead of falling back on ur old beliefs to a even more extremist degree because everyone who gets close to u and then acts against what u believe in winds up dead or “worse” (a criminal/a despair)

and so obviously because this is how he is with systems of beliefs and with dependent tendencies he launches hard into isolating himself from others and not allowing for their input. and whoops look at what u did tsurugi! you created a workplace environment where people work for u (forming reliance/dependency) and also u provide them with a sense of security safety and stability after they’ve been traumatized and have a severe distrust of the entire world/view it as something which needs to be cleansed. and then u have a category 5 meltdown do some morally questionable things and go off the map because ur arguably alone.

this is so long but tldr. i think it’s really funny (not) the degree to which tsurugi winds up replicating juu. i need to not think abt tsurugi anymore i have so much schoolwork due i need to sleep

[just-a-funny-little-brain]

Lost Transmissions

Star Trek TOS, Uhura, ~500 words

Summary: Sometimes communications officers pick up old transmissions, fragments of status reports lost in subspace. As a general rule, officers don't log every transmission that passes through their consoles, that would be impossible. But it seems wrong to let them go unheard.

tw: none

Inspired by this post! Read it on ao3.

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Uhura sighed and flipped to the other side of the bed. She closed her eyes again. Minutes — it must have been minutes, right? — slowly went by, like gel being squeezed through a hole much too small. Finally she gave up and swung around to sit on the edge of her bed. "Computer, half lights," she said tiredly, and she made a mental note to ask Dr. McCoy about sleep medications in the morning.

Blinking as her night vision disappeared, the communications officer stood and padded over to her work console. She paused after turning it on, then headed to her replicator. A few buttons later, a tall mug of hot chocolate appeared, topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. Uhura leaned down and inhaled its sweet, chocolatey smell, and found she couldn't resist tasting the cool, slightly vanilla, whipped cream as well. She smiled.

Mug in hand, Uhura sat down at the computer and opened her private log book. Her eyes idly skipped around the names and dates as she pulled up some communications recordings. Cygnia Minor... USS Olympia... Bringloid V... 

Uhura would have said it was superstitious, if she believed in that sort of thing. She had learned of it from the first Communications officer she had served under: a transmission must never fall on deaf ears. If you ignore it, even if it's hundreds of years old, someone may ignore your transmission. Uhura preferred to think of the documenting as a memorial, of sorts, honoring past communications officers and their crews. And so, on the frequent nights when she found herself unable to sleep, she would sit here, often with a mug of tea or hot chocolate, and listen to the voices of ships and colonies who met with their fate — whether rescue or demise — long ago, and record their names. Some might say it's boring, or pointless, or creepy, but Uhura found it relaxing. Comforting even. 

She pressed play.

“…base 34, this is the Constitution prepa—… Repeat: This is the USS Constit—…” Uhura sighed and took a sip of her drink as the fragment faded into static. Pausing the recording to select her log, she entered USS Constitution on the next line.

“Mayday! Ma—… Starbase 81 requesting immediate assista—… unknown alien force… shields down… already aboard—” A strangled scream, muted by the passage of time, faded once again to static. Uhura let out a breath. For the most part, the messages were mundane, day-to-day transmissions, but there were plenty of echoes of calls for help that had likely gone unanswered. 

“Computer,” she said softly, “What happened to Starbase 81?”

“Starbase 81 was destroyed by unknown causes. There were no survivors.”

She was silent for a moment, before entering Starbase 81 in her log. She paused, then added Starbase 81 — destroyed. She was about to continue the recording, when she yawned. Taking that as a cue to return to bed, she quickly finished her hot chocolate and turned off the console. As she lay down, she pulled the thin, but warm, blanket over her. Closing her eyes once again, she whispered, “Good night, Starbase 81,” and drifted off to sleep.

[outerdimensional]

when prince charming gets charmed into submission --

@thesubtletouch

[shoyowo]

imma just ramble about your tags for a sec because like I'm always thinking about the twins vs iwaoi vs kagehina and how the two setter-spiker pairs that kghn are explicitly compared to have known each other their whole lives/since birth while kghn had (1) interaction in middle school and didn't really know each other til karasuno and like, OF COURSE Atsumu's pissed that Osamu's not gonna keep playing vb with him because he's never been alone, never known what's like to not have Osamu by his side while kageyama responds to Hinata's 2 year sabbatical with "took you long enough" because Kageyama waited 14 years for Hinata to show up and this is absolutely nothing in comparison and iwaoi have known each other for so long that theyre confident that no amount of distance can come between them when oikawa goes off to argentina. And remember when oikawa predicted kageyama's move because he saw him and iwaizumi's bond in kghn even though they only knew each other for a couple months and the only pair that could replicate the freak quick were the miya twins who've known each other their entire lives but kghn only knew each other for a couple days when they did the quick and wow, sorry for how long this ended up being but them (!!)

GO OFF !!! im gonna be v long myself too so adding a readmore <3

SO BASICALLY TY FOR BRINGING IWAOI INTO THIS BC THAT'S ITS OWN BEAST !! like it's soooo insane to me that not only is kghn paralleled with the two lifelong bonds in the manga and ALSO their promise parallels the marriage proposal by Nice?? like it doesn't have 2 be romantic but the fact that they parallel ANOTHER lifelong bond is so 🤨🧐🧐 to me so had 2 get that out of the way.

imma get the miya twins first. the vvv blatant parallel that hits me immediately is actually the running practice scenes like miya twins have always had each other 2 compete with and push each other and kghn only had that after they met..... honestly this makes me think abt how osamu always softens atsumu's edges and how hinata does that w/ kageyama too and i start thinking abt how his middle school wld have gone if hinata was there as a buffer!

like 2 me atsumu called kageyama a "goddy two shoes" in training camp but LMAO if not for osamu he'd also be the abrasive annoying setter that ppl hated despite his talent yk??? the difference is that atsumu always had osamu but kageyama didn't always have hinata. pluss literally everything u said abt atsumu's reaction to osamu leaving vs kageyama's reaction to hinata leaving like literally having osamu w him all his life spoiled atsumu fr.

not only r u right abt freak quick only being replicated by atsumu and osamu who knew each other sooo well and literally no one else but also like i think the freak quick itself is smth to dissect like kageyama's precise yet vvv fast and therefore impossible to hit tosses + hinata's freakish athleticism that was never fully used to it's potential but lack of volleyball acumen... like they fit together like puzzle pieces 🧩

and god iwaoi parallels makes my head SPIN. first off like u said the whole oikawa seeing iwaoi in kghn and therefore reading him and LATER kageyama seeing kghn in iwaoi and reading THAT is sooooo. iwaoi's bone deep understanding of each other that was borne out of knowing each other forever vs kghn's bone deep understanding of each other thro sharing the same immense passion 4 the sport !!!!!

[evilzoldyck]

LO(S/V)ER

One never really stops working for the Zoldyck family, well, at least that was the case for the esteemed workers in the house. Precarious posts in the estate such as butlers and gamekeepers held a much deeper affinity for the family than you’ll ever possess. Rather, you held a position in the house that required no weapon training background or the knowledge to impair vital organs efficiently.

You were a personal private chef along with a couple of others the Zoldyck family had at their disposal. Placement at the estate wasn’t quite as challenging as you thought it would be. It was a relief to know that cleaning and food service workers weren’t held up to such a high regard as other positions in the house.

Instead, the rules affixed were quite permissive and casual. One might assume such working contracts of the Zoldyck replicate the rules and regulations of a normal hospitality industry. You were granted a generous financial offer, unrestricted access outside of the estate and plus they had a great dental plan.

The only real downside of the whole ordeal was the ridiculous weights you’re forced to work with in the kitchen.

Last year however, you had requested a year off leave in which the head of the family fortunately accepted. You used that time leisurely, finding you were very much in desperate need of a break after working tirelessly for so long. Therefore, once you stepped a foot back into the mountain you find yourself refreshed and excited to work again.

Your co-workers greeted you exuberantly as you saw their familiar faces once again in the summer. You returned their sentiments with expensive foreign chocolates and sparkling bottles you’ve purchased over the time you spent travelling. While gratefully accepting your gifts, it wasn’t long until the playful conversations start once again, with Deidre, a senior chef, jokingly griped that younger generation these days were too entitled with their jobs.

Being fortunate enough to get along with them made your occupation a much for pleasant experience.

Sharpening your chef knife against the steel after a busy dinner service, the kitchen turned quiet as everything was neatly put away to their respective places. The only work left for the night was to prep for the morning in which Deidre, without fail, had already finished the final fold of croissant for tomorrow’s breakfast.

A cold nudge at your side caught your attention as you saw Aiki hold up your favourite beverage and cocked her head to the back door.

Closing the exit door behind you, you took a seat on the stacked wooden crates as you worked your drink open. Aiki leaned against the brick walls as she inhaled vapour generously into her lungs before exhaling deeply creating a thick cast of smoke carried away by the wind. Both of you took in the cool night breeze and the iridescent lights the stars casted as you basked in the peaceful silence in contrast to the hectic environment just an hour before.

“You know you seemed like you changed after your break.” Aiki commented nonchalantly.

“Have I? In what sense?”

“I don’t know, you seem more knowledgeable now that you’ve seen the world and all that, I feel like you’re also more relaxed too- more… zen.”

“Zen?” you chuckled in disbelief before taking a sip.

“You know who else changed around here?” Aiki shoots a mischievous smile your way.

“Who?”

“Milluki.”

You almost choked, not liking where this conversation was going.

“Really? Haven’t noticed.” Which was a total lie. You have noticed Milluki’s completely transformed self but never acknowledged it out loud. When you arrived back to your post as a kitchen staff, you’ve stolen glances at his direction, believing at first to be a completely different person before you heard his voice.

She smirks at your comment knowing you’re lying through your teeth but decided not to comment on it.

“Well he looks great,” Aiki took another inhale from her vape. “I don’t know if it’s a new mandatory regimen he’s required to do, but it’s definitely paying off.”  

“Yeah I guess.” You commented absentmindedly.

“So you agree?”

“What?”

“You admit he looks good?”

You took a hesitant pause before replying, “yeah, yeah he looks good now. Though my opinion doesn’t matter but I’m happy for him.”

Aiki hummed at your response as she shifted her stance against the wall while looking at you with that glint in her eyes. “I wonder if he still has a small crush on you.”

“Alright, I’m leaving.”

“Waitwaitwait-“ She held her one of her curled hand to her mouth as she laughed aloud before gently holding your shoulder, urging you to stay. “I was just wondering- I mean am I wrong? Does he not give you the puppy dog eyes anymore?”

“No,” you groaned. “You guys have to let this joke go it’s getting so old.”

“It’s not a joke if it’s real,” she refuted. “Besides he’s well fit now, I can’t help but think you two will go great together.”

“Well what about you, huh?” You turned the focus to her.

“What about me?” she asked confusingly with a smile on her face.

“You and Gotoh?”

Instead of being embarrassed Aiki turned more confused before she giggled at your futile accusation. “Where did that come from?”

“Well Gotoh and you would make such a cute couple.”

“Oh come on that’s gross,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying nonsense to spite me and besides my claims here are actually based on facts.”

As much as you would like to admit otherwise, you had actually sensed the younger son’s fondness of you. You had no idea just exactly when he started looking at you differently but it was no denying he had some type of feelings for you.  

Milluki would always remain far away for him to watch you work and at first you would ignore it, believing him to be an innocent bystander just curious as to how the kitchen operates or how his meals were being made. However it got more obvious when you were the only one working by cleaning the dishes and putting them away.

Often times, he would specifically ask for you to make him his meals and request that you bring it to his room. But you never stayed long enough for him to reply after you present his food to him.

There was this one instance in which the kitchen staff would never live down where you stacked plates on the top drawers. The plates were stacked so high you had trouble getting the last one in before Milluki came in and silently took it off of you and placed it on his own. He lingered behind you for a moment and you swore you felt him sniff the top of your head, smelling your shampoo before slowly backing away and disappearing into his room.

If you were by yourself that night, you would convince yourself that it was all in your head. Alas you weren’t alone and Giovanni, a mostly silent man, arched his brow in perplexity at the scene before him, nearly burning the scallops he was so delicately cooking. You hoped that he would remain the stoic and quiet man he usually was but in the morning, everyone was talking about it. Apparently he was immune to anything but gossip.

“Just think about it.”

“No.”

“You know it’s not a bad thing to be attracted by looks. Just because you don’t find him appealing back then doesn’t mean you have to hold on to it forever now that he’s a new man, I mean look at how much he’s trying for you.”

“You better not let Madame hear you say that, that’s like insulting him and his efforts. Besides my feelings never changed, he’s just our employer that’s all.”

“So you’re not attracted to him at all? Not even now that he has muscles that rival his dad?”

“No.”

“Not even a tiny bit-“

“Nope.”

She shrugged, “Alright.” There’s a bit of a defeat in her voice but her tone still carries a reverberation of quirk.

Peculiarly she comes behind you to hug your back, crouching a bit because of your sitting position. It was odd but you let her rest affectionately on you as you sipped the last remnants of your drink. It was when she sniffed your hair exaggeratingly did you jerk up, no doubt Aiki was trying to jab at your past mortifying moment.

“Ok- you’re done, I’m going back to headquarters now.”

Thankfully the conversation from the night never continued when morning came.

In the late afternoon, you were counting the lobster tails in the back when Deidre called for you. While wrapping your apron back around your waist, she informed you that Milluki came down with a fever and that he requested that you make him something soothing to bring to his room.

You raised your brows at the order, not that it was out of the ordinary that Milluki asked that you prepare his meals, but that he came down with the flu. With how strong the Zoldycks people make them out to be, it’s situation like this that make you realise they’re only human.

You decided to make a simple congee with the usual toppings he preferred and added some flakes of truffle and fresh ginger to top it all off. Covering the bowl with a fitted lid, you hoped that it was still steaming hot when you reached his room.

Traversing through the hallways to his bedroom, you knocked and on the wooden door and presented yourself orderly. When you heard the voice on the other side of the door mentioning you to come in, you sucked in a breath before opening it.

Upon seeing his room, you realised that his decorum had changed. No longer was there endless shelves of figurines and comic books, rather it has decreased to the top shelf. Also the real-life sized sculptures of his favourite animated girls was gone from the corner of his room and his bed lacked the body pillows you were so used to seeing the housemaids hung from the laundry. However his impressive PC setup remained against the walls.

Your quick examination of his room was interrupted with a weak cough. Milluki sat up against his bed as he shifted one of his legs up, covering his mouth with a hand as he looked at you expectantly.

Milluki wore simple grey sweatpants and a black fitted shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and defined muscles. Aiki wasn’t exaggerating when she said he could give his older brother a run for his money. However, through his changed physical appearance, you could still make out the familiar features of Milluki. Those sharp eyes that watched you set his bowl down from the tray was undoubtedly his.

Opening the lid and setting it to the side, you cast your eyes down politely as you presented the dish before him. You prepared to take your leave as you took the tray and lid with you before he grabbed your hand swiftly.

“And how am I supposed to eat this?” He complained petulantly. When you looked back at him did he flinch as if he realised what he just said. “Cool this down for me,” he avoided your face and released your hand, awkwardly unsure of what to say next. “… Please.”

You glanced down at the steaming congee and began to stir it around, the beauty from the presentation of the dish vanished as you mixed the ingredients together. While you did so, you hesitantly took a seat on the edge of his bed. You didn’t realise your actions when he began to stare at you again. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you focused solely on the hot congee as if your job depended on it. It wasn’t your fault, you never spared more than ten seconds in his room, much less being alone with him.

Milluki wonders when you would comment on the tension between you and him. In his mind he’s confessed and kissed you more times than you deserve. He dreams of you coming to him, professing your feelings to him while he graciously brings you into his arms, accepting your declarations of love. He’s toyed with the fantasies for so long it made him so angry with every single day that passes that you don’t.

He believed he’s not that emotionally dependent on you, that you were just some eye candy to him around the house and that his girls could satiate his needs for him better than you ever could. However when you took your leave did he actually realise how much he missed you. As his appearance changed, his feelings only grew deeper for you every day. With the arms he now uses to lift dreadful weights, he only muses how you would fit perfectly inside.

With how much time he’s dedicated to exercising, Milluki founds himself more useful than before to the family business. Therefore, with the extra time he spent on working, the interest to keep up with his hobbies dulled. His newly profound demeanour was recognised by his parents as they appraised him unctuously. Milluki thinks he finally grew up on the right foot.

Nevertheless, the only compliments he seeks are yours. He wanted you to notice his changed self, he’s done everything from body to mind to appeal more to you but you remain so frustratingly silent stirring his congee around as if the man of your dreams isn’t sitting right here. Pride is one pill he can’t swallow and yet he feels so small when standing next to you. Like he’s still that unassuming teenager that pined for you, the one that you wouldn’t look twice at.  Older and wiser now, he figured if you wouldn’t say anything, he would.

“Why can’t you still look at me.”

“Pardon?” You flickered your gaze from the bowl to him.

“Three years you’ve served me, and yet you never once properly looked at me.” Milluki stated as he watched you open and close your mouth, ambivalent of your next choice of words. He figured it was the way he looked, but no matter how much effort he’s put into himself, you’re still avoiding him as if his gaze burns you.

Scoffing, he leaned his head back against the headboard before confidently stating a lie, “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this just in case they want me to become the head of the family, with how Killua decided to frolic with his so-called friends now.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure if I’m following you.” You’re really at a loss at what you should say to please him but you don’t dare comment on his weight knowing it’s such a sensitive and a personal topic, hell you would never even bring it up to your closest girlfriends, but was it different for guys? Did he want you to acknowledge it?

“Shit,” he softly cursed as he scowled at your reply. “You really want me to spell it out for you, don’t you?” He took your hesitant silence as a yes making him roll his eyes in annoyance.

“I like you.” The way he casually strung your name into the statement made your whole body freeze. “I’ve had for a long time so don’t give me that piss poor excuse that you didn’t notice it.”

His confrontation only verified the tension you’ve avoided like plague.

“And I knew that you were embarrassed by me.”

That accusation made your chest tight as you flustered out, “I would neve-“

“Bullshit.” Milluki cut you off as he furrowed his grows. “I know what your little friends say, you think I wonder how I could live without you, don’t you?!”

Biting your lip, you looked down in discomfort. What were you supposed to do? Culinary school never taught you how to deal with situations like these. You choose your words as carefully as you could without angering him much.

“I’m very much flattered but whether you’ve changed or not I’m afraid I can’t return your affections. But I am confident that there is a more deserving girl or-“

“Stop fucking lying,” he chuckled bitterly. “You think I’m hot shit now, don’t you? Just how long do you plan to keep this up?”

“I-…” You stopped for a second before you decided to say what he wants to hear. “Yes, yes I do, you look really nice.”

Milluki breathed out a sigh of relief as he easily pulled your waist closer to him to the point where you nearly sat atop on his lap while he looked at you fervently.

“So then be with me, I’m tired of you pushing me away like this.” He said in the softest voice you’ve heard from this interaction while he searched your eyes as you racked your brain trying to worm yourself out of this one.

“I can’t.” You tried your best to convey those words as sympathetic as you can.

“Why not?”

“It’s against the rules to be in relationships.”

“Then you’re fired.” He shot back in exasperation.

Your mouth grew dry at his statement. Was he really going to go this far for you?

“No please, I-I can’t just leave my job.” Your voice wavered through your desperate plead but it wasn’t reaching Milluki.

“I’ll give you as many Jennys as you want, just name it and it’s yours.”

“It’s not like that- I like working I-“

“I’ll get you another job near here that pays just as well.”

Milluki watched you in apprehension, sensing your reluctance in his proposals. Growing weary at your rejection, he clutched on your sides possessively. “Just tell me what I got to do here.”

Milluki briefly let you go to cough into the corner of his arm. You looked at him with a pitiful gaze. Your heart wrenched guiltily knowing full well you didn’t reciprocate any of his endearing efforts for you. Setting the forgotten congee on his bedside table that has gone lukewarm by now, you wrapped your arms against you to comfort yourself against this awkward scene.

“Perhaps I’ve been a little standoffish,” you murmured faintly, hoping he wouldn’t catch that just in case you decided to change your mind. Unfortunately, Milluki looked back at you with the same hawk like stare, urging you to continue.

“I guess- I mean maybe I’ve… grown to like you too,” there was a painful pause and you wondered if he had detected the lie in your words but when you glanced back at him you saw how besotted he was to notice.

Before you could continue he caught you up in his arms again so that you were properly sitting on top of his lap. “You like me?” he cockily called out your name to tease you and quirked one of his brows up as if he wasn’t begging for your reciprocity a minute ago.

“Yes?” Quickly following up your answer you resumed, “but to make this work, perhaps it would be best to keep it a secret from everyone.”

“Mmhmm.” He hummed at your words as he looked up at you. From such an angle it was one of the first times you’ve noticed how boyishly handsome he was when he wasn’t scowling.

“From everyone,” you repeated, hoping he was listening to you whilst he caressed your sides tenderly. “I really like working here so if you could keep it from your family and me from my co-workers, I wouldn’t be let go.”

You decided this would be the best. Entertaining the idea of what Milluki had in mind was something you could work with. Keeping it a secret was also an optimal choice for you as nothing would really change and it saved you from the embarrassment and attention it would garner from the people living and working on the mountain.

It was heartless but this guy was also an assassin, he could deal with it. Nevertheless you give this ‘relationship’ two months before he decided to call it quits. I mean if he finally saw just how there’s not much to you than he thought there was, you would be free of his unwanted infatuation.

“Fine with me.” 

Meanwhile Milluki could already see himself stealing you away from your work and pulling you to a quiet corner where he could make you his own. He couldn’t wait to spend time with you where he could rightfully hold you and kiss you like he’s replayed in his mind many times before.

Fluttering his eyes closed as he leaned in, you quickly pecked his cheek awkwardly not wanting to entertain him so soon. You held his hands and forced his hold away from you while he looked at you confusingly.

“You’re still sick.” You reminded with a bashful smile, relieved when his frown quickly disappeared.

Once he took your prepared dish into his hands, you made a prompt comment that you would be needed for dinner service before anyone gets suspicious. Milluki acquiesced in a disgruntled manner, unused to letting you be pulled away just when he finally had you.

“You’ll return at once right?” He asked hopelessly. “You’ll be the one to bring my dinner?”

“Of course.” When you picked up your things you made sure the stride to the doorway look as natural as possible instead of giving the impression of haste. “Get well soon,” You mentioned airily as he smirked mid bite before softly closing the door behind you.

Letting out a shaky breath you wonder how a supposedly quick trip turned out to be a scandalous rendezvous. No matter, you’re just praying the day Milluki decide to break it off would come soon.

However, unbeknownst to you, Milluki plans on never letting you go.