#emme's realizations

[emmemmelyn]

The moment you decide to have what you desire it is done. Truly.

Deciding means being 110% sure of what you want and not taking no for an answer.

You are so set on your decision that nothing bothers you. You are not bothered by anything and everything that "goes against" your desire.

This is when you know you are living in the end without a single doubt. Because it is done and you know that it is done.

[chiisanajimi]

baby chrobin feh banner got me thinking about this arranged marriage au i made years ago and never wrote

(if it's not clear, f!chrobin are publicly betrothed and they are good friends but m!chrobin is the endgame ship)

[chai-en-kaadhale]

utena and i saw the tv glow utena and i saw the tv glow utena and i saw the tv glow "escape with me and stop repressing yourself" and anthy and isabel being entirely self aware of their predicaments and not moving from their positions but rather being complacent, worn out by their surroundings and the fake realities twisting around everyone's truth and identities and the memories that were lost from other timelines/realities and the fact that theyre kids and the "end of the world" being the guy who wants to keep everyone trapped in ohtori just like mr. melancholy and desperately, desperately needing escape andand andnd andndgbgngnnd

you know what if utenanthy could escape then isabel WILL bury herself one day trust (delusion)

[ectonurites]

remember a week or two ago when i remembered i could just make gifs out of videos of me and my friends. i forgot to post these ones

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

Jigen’s lighter (and lack thereof) in Lupin Zero episode 4

[princessmacedon]

for whom a wish will bloom

She can still remember the exact moment she found her dream: the way the sun shone overhead with that pure sort of sunshine that falls upon you as layers of gossamer warmth ; how the clouds floated along azure sky not as obfuscation, but as white silks dappling endless blue; the lone shadow that sailed through the bounty of nature’s beauty, no ruinous omen but proof instead of Macedon’s freedom, untouchable, indomitable, spanning from the treetops to the very edge of the horizon.

How the quiet susur of awe sounded when the tenor chord of fear entered its veins, an ill and echoing thrum that reverberated until it consumed, and consumed until it roared, and roared, and roared. She remembers when she learned of cacophony, voices uncountable on a child’s ten tiny fingers rising in panic, building in a fever pitch, waves of a crowd turning in on itself until at last there came one final, resounding beat. 

No more, the spidersilk sunlight; no more, the cloudspun ribbons; at her side Minerva realizes, at the end of the song, that there are some things a sproutling should not see. She covers her eyes and ears – so small she is that both eyes can be covered with one hand, one ear with another, and the other hugged tight against her sister’s chest. 

(Minerva does not realize that this is not unhearing; Maria hears. She hears the way her sister’s heart races, learns to measure the pace of terror in syncopation and the timbre of love in trembling hands. But these are lessons as much as these are treasures, for though no soul can be spared the iron kiss of blood through eternity, before she learns to fear it, Maria learns to endure it with all the love of her two big siblings who would smooth back her downy hair and kiss her on her forehead.)

It is love, too, that brings her to tears when she later finds her brother in his room, Minerva’s dismayed voice calling out her name from the other side of the door that only Maria has ever been so courageous as to throw open all on her own. Michalis recoils in the candlelight, its dim and brooding warmth shattered to pieces beneath his littlest sister’s reaching hands, just as the face of a prince falls to that of ‘Brother.’

“Michalis,” she had sobbed, a tiny thing wont to clinging to him with all her might, now clutching gently to his hands instead with every ounce of her consideration. “Does it hurt? It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

Tears roll down her face; perhaps this is why no one else ever understands how she could love him so fiercely, so tremendously – for how were they to know? That this great someday-king of Macedon would shift and fluster, a calloused hand hesitating to so much as land upon her frail shoulder. 

“...No, Maria,” he lies. It might be the first time, this time, but it will not be the last. She will forgive him, always, anyways. “It does not…”

“Liar,” she sniffles, cheeks pressed to reddened knuckles. Already, the seed of her dream has been planted; already, it sprouts, reaching for the hand that brushes away her tears like a sunflower to the sun. For whom would her wish bloom? Beneath bedtime songs and bitter herbs, sanguine palms and endless skies–

“Has she fallen asleep…?”

“...I believe so.”

Whom else, of course? 

“Haha… She’s not letting go, Brother.” 

“Indeed. I suppose we shall have to carry her, then.”

It blooms for thee.

[l13]

hmm idk this is fluffy but i feel like ghost would secretly melt every time his gf would call him ‘angel’

wdym i love fluffff, send me fluffy asks i love emm:(

cw: pure fluff, f!reader

imagine you and ghost are cuddling, nd you're laying on your back with his hands wrapped around your middle, his head resting against your chest while you're talking about random stuff. And suddenly, nicknames come up, and you realize that you always call him either Simon or Ghost, despite him using 'lovie/love, baby, sweeatheart' regularly on you. Well... most of them were spoken in private, away from prying eyes, but STILL.

You were in shock that you'd never chosen anything for him, and kinda offended on behalf of him, too. He chuckled at your behavior, saying he really didn't care, but you insisted that he needed something. So you started to list off potential nicknames for him,

"Ghostie-"

"Absolutely not."

"Yeah that's bad, umm oh!! You can be my pookie bear,"

he nudged your side softly, the corner of his lips quirking up in amusement "Stop it."

"I'm just playing. I can call you love, too, yknow. You're my love."

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling dumbly at the way you feel his breath hitch, but then he's huffing "That's your nickname, love, you can't have it."

"But I do have it-"

"I have it, and it's for you,"

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, rolling your eyes "Fine." he hums in reply, and you're both quiet for a while, so much so that you think he's fallen asleep.

But then an idea pops into your head and your eyebrows shoot up, "What about angel?"

Ghost doesn't say anything but you can hear the sharp inhale of his nose, his hands tightening the slightest bit around you "Nah,"

you pout down at him, tilting your head to try and get a glimpse of his face, "Why not?"

"Just doesn't fit me, 's all." and you would have let it go if his reply had been different, but your gut told you that he was 100% serious,

"Simon.. Look at me," he refused to do so, so you tugged at his hair the slightest bit, and he groaned lowly, turning over so his chest is flush against your own, supporting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, his nose nudging your own.

your fingers fall from in between his hair, down to his cheeks, to cradle them in your palms as you look at him "You're an angel."

Ghost huffs, "An angel that kills people, sure,"

"Well... in Supernatural that's the norm-"

"Fuckin' hell.." he's rolling his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips nonetheless.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Rule's changed, you don't get a say in this. I'm gonna call you angel, and that's final."

"Great." a snort escapes you at his dryness, and you giggle when he nuzzles his face against your cheek, planting a soft kiss on your cheekbone.

"I want more enthusiasm or else it's gonna change to pookie bear-"

Simon leans back to fully look at you, his eyebrows shot up, eyes seemingly glinting with mock interest "Changed my mind, angel's growin' on me."

"Thought so,"

<3

The next day when you walk in the mission brief room (idk wtf to call it, meeting room??) you mumble a small "Hey, angel," and maybe your brain is still foggy from sleep or maybe you genuinely didn't think much of it, but Soap's cackle is immediate, "Hey bon, listen I'm lovin' the new name but take me out to dinner first, yeah?"

Ghost's dumb grin fades in a millisecond at soap's comment and before he's realizing what he's doing he lets his hand brush your own as you pass by him, and then he's meeting Soap's stunned eyes, "She's talking to me,"

Soap still doesn't know what the fuck is going on when Ghost turns to you, muttering a small "Hi, lovie," your way,

[emblemartyr]

LANGSTON WAS WEARY OF HER WANDERING HABIT AND SHE COULD NOT FATHOM WHY; puzzled even when footsteps began to retrace her walking path, perfectly in pace with her in spite of the stagger she took to ignoring, gripping tighter onto her staff and separating the weight between her feet to alleviate the impact of her limp. why had such acuteness been naturally taken by the noises around her? a fact she could not understand. but her attention pardoned to the steps in her shadow until only they remained amongst the faint bustle of life and, when they paired off into an erratic pattern, she was too curious to not peek over her shoulder.

the glance back proved fruitful; pushing her to risk a longer stride backwards to dodge the outstretched hand reaching for her. pale eyes widened and the softest of sounds left her, all she could utter in light of the sudden flare of pain aching her calf. stumbling, emmeryn forced her stance to right itself, dragging her staff through the dirt to remain at her side, lest her legs give out beneath her.

"hey, hey, miss thing," pale sapphire met ember in a startlingly kind gaze; the man retracted his hand to rest behind his back, toothy grin not enough to quell the blatant confusion in her countenance, "no need to trip over yourself. we're not gonna hurt ya'. promise!"

but the catch of steel in the hands of a man behind him had not convinced her to halt her slow retreat. in fact, it merely strengthened the worry tugging at her heart, wary of her caretaker's safety in the happenstance of them having followed her only to distract him. "i. . ." a pause; she winced when a sudden backstep returned an old, aching burn in her ankle. "i. . . understand. but please re. . . refrain from touch━━━touching me. i do not. . . like it."

and despite his laughter and affirmative nod, emmeryn could not help but tether herself to the caution once asked of her. he took another step and she met his with one of her own. when sapphire eyes caught the sight of a shadow stretching beneath them both, the charming man crooned, "we just wanna talk, milady. that's all. nothing more, nothing less."

she offered a smile, one he had not matched. "yes, we may talk. . . but can we talk at. . . at a distance?"

please help me nephew, @fellpurpose !

♚ ・ insert that one fe warriors clip but lissa is emmeryn and odin still misses his radiant dawn attack ━━━ emmeryn & odin

SETTING: the fields behind the town's storefronts yet separated by thin woods,

[30somethingautisticteacher]

The Dry Spell

It's fairly common knowledge that first responders work long shifts together, often 24 or 48 hours at a time. This kind of togetherness builds strong bonds and makes it nearly impossible to keep secrets. Which was why the entire station seemed to know that Buck and Tommy were in a bit of a dry spell right now.

Buck was in the locker room, changing after a particularly grueling shift. He didn't mean to start venting, but Hen had asked how things were going at home, and before he knew it, he was spilling his guts.

"I mean, it's been over 3 weeks," Buck said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "And yes, partially it's been us having opposite schedules, but it hasn't only been that. It's just...3 weeks. I'm starting to go crazy."

Hen nodded sympathetically, leaning against the lockers. "That's rough, Buckaroo. Have you talked to Tommy about it?"

Buck sighed, closing his locker with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. "I've tried, but every time I bring it up, something comes up. A call, Emmett needs something, one of us is too tired... It's like the universe is conspiring against us."

He lowered his voice, glancing around to make sure no one else was within earshot. "And the worst part? I'm turned on like, all the time now. It's getting ridiculous. Yesterday, I got distracted during dinner because Tommy reached across the table for the salt. The salt, Hen!"

Hen tried to suppress a smile, but failed. "Oh, Buck. You've got it bad."

"I know," Buck groaned. "It's like I'm a teenager again. I can't focus. Every little thing Tommy does is suddenly the hottest thing I've ever seen. This morning, he was just getting ready for his shift, putting on his flight suit, and I nearly lost it."

"Maybe you two need to schedule some alone time," Chimney chimed in as he walked into the locker room. "You know, make it a priority."

Buck flushed red. "Chim! How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know you're about to combust," Chimney teased. "Seriously though, Buck. Talk to your husband. I'm sure he's feeling it too."

Buck nodded, trying to ignore the embarrassment creeping up his neck. "Yeah, you're right. I just... I miss him, you know? Not just the physical stuff, but the intimacy, the connection. Though right now, I wouldn't say no to the physical stuff either." Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and a sly grin spread across his face. "Wait a minute, Chim. Does this mean you're offering to babysit Emmett?"

Chimney's eyes widened as he realized the implication of his advice. "I, uh..."

Hen burst out laughing. "Oh, he's got you there, Chim! You can't give advice without being willing to back it up."

Chimney sighed dramatically, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Fine, fine. Maddie and I can take Emmett for a night. But I don't want to hear any details, got it?"

Buck's face lit up. "Chim, you're a lifesaver! I promise, no details. Just... thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," Chimney waved him off, but he was smiling. Just make it count, Buckaroo."

Buck's blush deepened, but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face. Finally, a chance for some alone time with Tommy. Now he just had to make it through his shift without spontaneously combusting at the thought.

It took everything in Buck's power not to speed home. As soon as he walked through the door, he called out, "Tommy!"

"In the kitchen, babe," Tommy's voice replied.

Buck rushed into the kitchen, his eyes wild with excitement. "Pack Emmett a bag. We gotta go!"

Tommy turned from the stove, spatula in hand, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What? Slow down. What are you talking about?"

"Sex," Buck blurted out, his cheeks flushing. "Lots of sex. So much sex."

Tommy's eyebrows shot up, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "Interesting, but I'm still not sure I follow."

Buck took a deep breath, trying to calm himself enough to explain coherently. "Okay, so I may have been venting at work about our... dry spell. And Chimney offered to babysit Emmett for the night so we could have some alone time."

Understanding dawned on Tommy's face, followed quickly by a mischievous grin. "Oh, I see. And you're in such a hurry because...?"

"Because," Buck said, stepping closer to Tommy, his voice dropping low, "I've been going crazy thinking about you all day. Do you know how distracting you are? This morning, watching you put on your flight suit... I nearly lost it right there."

Tommy's eyes darkened with desire. "Is that so?" he murmured, setting down the spatula and wrapping his arms around Buck's waist.

"Mhmm," Buck hummed, leaning in for a kiss. "I've been imagining all the things I want to do to you once we're alone."

Just as their lips were about to meet, they heard the patter of little feet.

"Daddy! Papa!" Emmett's voice called out.

They broke apart, both chuckling but with heat still in their eyes. "I'll go pack his bag," Tommy said, pressing a quick kiss to Buck's cheek. "You go tell him he's having a sleepover with Aunt Maddie and Uncle Chim."

As Tommy headed upstairs, Buck called after him, "I'll text Maddie to pick him up. The sooner they get here..."

Tommy paused at the top of the stairs, throwing a smoldering look over his shoulder. "The sooner we can pick up where we left off."

Buck grinned, anticipation coursing through him. "Exactly."

As they separated to prepare for their evening, both men felt a surge of excitement. Buck quickly sent a text to Maddie, asking if they could pick Emmett up as soon as possible. Then he went to find their son, his mind already racing with thoughts of what the night would bring once they were alone.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Buck opened it to find Maddie, Chimney, and Jee-Yun.

"Uncle Buck!" Jee exclaimed, hugging his legs.

"Hey there, munchkin," Buck said, ruffling her hair. "Thanks for coming so quickly, guys."

Chimney raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face. "No problem. Wouldn't want to keep you waiting."

Buck felt his cheeks heat up, but before he could respond, Tommy appeared with Emmett and his overnight bag.

As they said their goodbyes to Emmett, promising to pick him up tomorrow afternoon, Buck and Tommy exchanged heated glances. The moment the door closed behind Maddie, Chimney, and the kids, Tommy turned to Buck, his eyes dark with desire.

"Now," Tommy said, his voice low and full of promise, "where were we?"

Buck lunged forward, capturing Tommy's lips in a searing kiss. Their bodies pressed together, and both men groaned at the contact, feeling the evidence of each other's arousal.

"Tommy," Buck gasped, breaking the kiss. "I need you. It's been too long."

Tommy's hands roamed Buck's back, pulling him even closer. "I know, baby. I've missed you too."

As they stumbled into their bedroom, Buck couldn't take his eyes off Tommy. The need to touch, to feel, to taste was overwhelming. Without breaking eye contact, Buck slowly sank to his knees in front of Tommy, his intentions clear.

Tommy's breath hitched, his eyes dark with desire. "Evan," he breathed, voice rough with want.

Buck's hands trembled as he reached for Tommy's belt. "Please," he murmured, "I need this. Need you."

Tommy cupped Buck's face gently, his touch a stark contrast to the urgency thrumming through both their bodies. "We've got all night, baby. Let's take our time, ok?"

Buck nodded, but didn't move from his position. The anticipation was electric, every nerve ending on fire. As Tommy's fingers carded through his hair, Buck leaned forward, ready to show his husband just how much he'd missed him.

They had hours ahead of them to reconnect, to relearn each other's bodies, to make up for lost time. And they intended to savor every moment.

[cerastes]

do you think dorothy got into dm-ing before or after Silence made her realize the frenzied flame ending of elden ring is Not Good

Probably after! In Dorothy’s Vision, it’s mentioned that Dorothy practically lived and breathed her research day in and day out. Her laboratory was practically her world for the longest time, Astegnne even chastises her early on because Dorothy takes so little care of herself and subexists on coffee and willpower. She was doing nothing except work towards the Frenzied Flame.

After Silence Umineko’d her by Red Blue and Golden Truthing the shit out of her, and subsequently coming to hang out at Rhodes Island, her schedule frees up a little more, and I think that’s when she got into tabletop. I’d like to think Ifrit was like “hey we can kill dragons and shit in these games, right? You should do this gee emm thing for us, I’ll get the players” and Dororhy was like BET I can make a cool fictitious world! I almost made a REAL cool world anyways!

So they get together and Ifrit makes a Spellblade names Dildo Baggins because she’s not taking this Narrative Thing seriously, she just wants to kill dragons, or firescalebeasts or whatever goofy ass name they got in Terra, and eight sessions later, the whole table is CRYING their eyes out after Dildo Baggins’s heroic sacrifice to divert Vai’veatosh the Primeval Leech Fiend and Exarch of Gluttony’s deathblow, buying enough time for the party to charge the Lotus Eater Cannon super team attack and finish it off, concluding the greatest eight sesh campaign the world never heard off.

“Y-yeah, this nerd stuff is alright, I g-guess,” Ifrit declares as she’s sobbing and getting all sorts of flammable snot and tears on Silence, gently running a finger over Dildo Baggins (deceased)’s character sheet, meanwhile Dorothy is there with a smile choking back tears because she wants to let her revive Dildo, but, when someone is gone… They are gone.

The dress in the alt is an oath to Dildo Baggins, based on her outfit for the last battle. In my heart.

[burgycreeper405-blog]

emm could you draw bot.. /nf 🤗🤗

this wasn't supposed to be colored but i realized that i actually didn't have a art of hooman ver of bot that isn't traditional pen sketch art lol

aka this one which is almost a year old lol

a reminder to the ones who will put art reqs in my inbox in the future, here's da rules

also

commissions sheet

[queenshelby]

THE FUTURE (PART TWO)

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place) x Original Female Character

Warning: Age Gap, Forced Procreation, Past Sexual Abuse, Angst

Words: 2,677

Emmett brooded alone in his rustic cabin, his weathered face contorted in a scowl. Evelyn's plea weighed heavily on his mind, an oppressive burden dragging him into the depths of frustration. "Why should I bring a child into this forsaken world?" he muttered to himself, the words escaping his lips as a hushed whisper. It wasn't just the lurking danger beyond their sanctuary that deterred him; it was the guilt that haunted him from his past.

As if on cue, Evelyn entered the room, her wide eyes searching for Emmett's gaze. She understood his mood without the need for words, instinctively sensing the turmoil within him. "Have you made a decision?" she asked, eager to know if Emmett was prepared to be paired with Caitlyn for the program.

"Yes, Evelyn, and the answer is no," Emmett replied firmly, causing Evelyn's eyebrows to furrow in concern. "I understand," she said, taking a seat beside him, her presence a comforting balm. She watched as he shook his head, her empathy flowing freely.

"Do you truly understand?" Emmett questioned, a flicker of anger igniting in his eyes. "Bringing a child into this world... It's a perilous gamble. I lost my family once, and I cannot bear the thought of losing another. Pretending to go along with the program while secretly abstaining will only result in Caitlyn being paired with someone else after months or even a year of fruitless attempts." Emmett's words were laced with painful truth, and Evelyn knew he had thoroughly considered this choice.

Evelyn's expression softened, and her hands reached out to gently touch his arm. "That's why I understand, Emmett. I am grateful that I am too old to participate in this program. But, despite the odds, we have a chance to create something beautiful here."

Emmett met her gaze, realizing the depth of her understanding and compassion. "I will inform the Council of your decision," Evelyn finally said, leaving Emmett to his solitude, knowing he desired it.

Meanwhile...

Caitlyn stood alone on the edge of the island, her heart heavy with the weight of her resolve. She had made her choice. Like Emmett, she couldn't fathom bringing a child into this harsh and dangerous world. It seemed a futile endeavor, only amplifying the vulnerability of the human race. And so, she had decided to leave.

With determination in her eyes, Caitlyn hastily scribbled a note explaining her intentions. "I cannot remain here," she wrote, the words stark against the paper. With a sigh, she pinned the note to a prominent post, aware it would be discovered soon enough.

As luck would have it, Evelyn stumbled upon the note during her leisurely stroll back from Emmett's cottage. She usually took the scenic route, collecting naturally growing food along the way. Her eyes widened as she read the words, her heart pounding in her chest. "Dear God!" Evelyn cursed, hastening her return to Emmett's cottage.

"Emmett!" she called out upon approaching, her voice echoing through the lush landscape. "You won't believe what I found!" Emmett came running towards her, rifle in hand, fearing the worst.

Startled, Emmett's rugged face etched with concern. "What is it, Evelyn?" he asked, worry creeping into his voice.

Evelyn caught up to him, the wind whipping her hair around her face. "It's Caitlyn," she said breathlessly, thrusting the note into his hands. "She's gone."

Emmett's eyes narrowed as he scanned the note, the words sinking like stones in his chest. "I'm not surprised," he muttered, a mix of anger and worry brewing beneath his gruff exterior.

"Nor am I, but I must find her, Emmett. The boys need her, and she has already endured so much," Evelyn pleaded. However, Emmett shook his head, his mind made up.

"No, I will go after her. You are needed here," Emmett declared, his voice a solemn whisper. With a determined glint in his piercing blue eyes, Emmett embarked on his perilous mission to find Caitlyn and bring her back, regardless of the cost.

***

Meanwhile, Caitlyn had already found herself on the mainland, her footsteps silent against the cracked pavement. She had always been a daring adventurer, but this was an entirely new level of peril.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she cautiously navigated the desolate streets. Her deafness was both a blessing and a curse in this soundless world plagued by creatures drawn to noise. Caitlyn couldn't afford even the slightest sound. She had witnessed firsthand the horrors these creatures were capable of, and those memories haunted her dreams.

As she walked, Caitlyn's thoughts drifted to Emmett and Evelyn, both of whom she considered dear friends. They had always been there for her, a steadfast pillar of support. Emmet, in particular, was a mentor and friend to her, even if he was twice her age and had a tendency to be grumpier than a bear with a toothache.

It was for the better this way. Caitlyn knew that Evelyn and Emmett would look after the boys for her, and she knew that she had made the right decision, namely to leave. She couldn’t even imagine the heartache of having a family would bring to her in this unkind world and forced procreation with someone she despised was even worse. It was Caitlyn’s worst nightmare. Much worse than the creatures themselves.

***

Meanwhile, Emmett trudged onward, his face etched with determination and worry. He had always been a protector, but this felt different. It felt... personal.

Days passed, but Emmett never faltered, following Caitlyn's inadvertent breadcrumbs. He had a hunch that she was heading to the abandoned factory in the heart of the town. With his survival instincts guiding him, he navigated the dangerous path, avoiding the roaming creatures that lurked in the shadows.

As he approached the centre of the dilapidated worker's township, the silence grew deafening, and fear hung heavy in the air. The creatures ruled this place, and one wrong move could mean certain death.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Emmett spotted Caitlyn in the distance. She stood frozen amidst the ruins of a forgotten city. Relief washed over him like a cool wave, but he knew better than to rush to her side. He had to be patient, cautious - the silent hero.

Emmett approached Caitlyn with utmost care, his eyes never straying from the lurking creatures. Caitlyn turned towards him, her eyes widening in surprise, her hands trembling slightly. She had hoped someone would come for her, but seeing Emmett now, a mix of emotions flooded her.

"I didn't expect you to come," Caitlyn signed softly, her fingers uncertainly grasping at the air.

Emmett offered her a small, understanding smile. “We're friends, remember?" he signed, a confession he had never made before. In his world, he believed he had no friends.

Caitlyn nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. Never had she valued friendship more than in that moment.

 “Come, I know where it is safe,” Emmett motioned for Caitlyn to follow him. She nodded, knowing he had a plan to keep her alive.

From the moment she met Emmett, she had been captivated by his resourcefulness and resilience. He understood the creatures' nature, communicating through sign language that he had learned from Regan.

As they walked side by side, silence enveloped them. Each step was cautious, every breath held in anticipation. In their world, noise was the enemy.

Finally, they reached the edge of the dense forest, where Emmett had established a hidden sanctuary during one of his supply runs.

Emmett led Caitlyn to a small cottage, but before they could reach safety, a sudden crack of a branch shattered the silence. Fear gripped Emmett's chest, his heart skipping a beat.

“Hide!” he gestured frantically, urging Caitlyn to find shelter. He pulled her towards safety as the creatures charged through the vegetation, their terrifying presence shaking the very foundations of their being.

"Quiet," Emmett mouthed, his hands steady. Caitlyn held her breath, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on the creatures as they passed, their instincts focused on the noise that had momentarily disturbed their stillness.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the creatures moved on, unaware of Emmett and Caitlyn's presence. Caitlyn released a shaky breath, her body trembling with fear. Emmett reassured her with a pat on the shoulder, relief evident in his eyes.

***

Eventually, Emmett and Caitlyn entered the cottage. Every rustle of leaves, every whisper of wind made Emmett's heart race, fearing the return of the nightmarish creatures.

The events of the past few days had left Caitlyn physically and emotionally drained. She needed rest before continuing her journey, and Emmett understood that.

For hours, they sat on the cold ground, Caitlyn lost in fragmented memories. Fear, pursuit, and the haunting faces of the creatures consumed her thoughts. But amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope - Emmett, her beacon of strength in this relentless nightmare.

“You have two choices now, Caitlyn," Emmett signed, guiding her face towards his.

“We can venture to the factory together, leaving the safety of the island behind for good, or we can return to the island where it's secure," Emmett signed, allowing her the space to process the overwhelming events and emotions.

 “I cannot return to the island, Emmett!" Caitlyn signed, as a gentle rustle of leaves outside caught his attention. He turned to face the sound, his heart quickening once more.

“Yes, you can. I'll move in with you, and together, we can pretend to comply with the authorities' quest to repopulate the planet," Emmett joked, eliciting a smile from Caitlyn, though she shook her head.

Caitlyn scrutinized his countenance, searching for even the slightest trace of deception, yet all she discovered was an unwavering honesty etched into every crease. Reluctantly, she replied, "And what reason do I have to place my trust in you?"

Emmett's hand quivered imperceptibly as he clenched his fists, his words intermingling with the distant roar of creatures. "Because I am present here and now, am I not? Despite everything, I have morals that prevent me from allowing the Council to coerce you into something you do not believe in," he whispered and expressed through his hands to the best of his abilities.

A heavy silence descended upon them as Caitlyn contemplated Emmett's proposition. She weighed the risks, the potential for security, and the immense responsibility of bringing another life into this daunting world.

Breaking the stillness, Caitlyn signed, "If we feign our alliance, what will happen if we are discovered? The consequences could be catastrophic."

Emmett nodded, fully comprehending the gravity of her concerns. "It will be risky, yes, but perhaps my willingness to partake in this charade will grant you some respite, at least until we can find a more viable solution."

A faint smile curved Caitlyn's lips, her hands conveying both apprehension and hope. In the eerie hush of their surroundings, Emmett's offer lingered in the air, awaiting Caitlyn's decision. The weight of their future bore down upon them, threatening to shatter their fragile aspirations.

Caitlyn's hands moved deliberately, contemplating her response. With each measured gesture, her decision began to take shape. Finally, she signed, "I will accompany you back. For now."

Relief washed over Emmett's face, though it was tinged with caution. He knew their journey to the island would be arduous, and their trials far from over. Yet, together, perhaps, Caitlyn stood a fighting chance.

[emssturniolo]

hi emms! would you be able to write about matt and a reader who’s never been in a relationship & just hesitant on engaging/ initiating things (physical touch, cuddling, kisses, hugs) and after a sweet moment or gesture she realizes how loved he makes her feel and is patient with her 🩷

getting comfy :)

pairing: matthew sturniolo x reader

summary: request

a/n: this is my first ever writing ! i didn't plan on ever writing fan fics, but since i got requests i kinda got in the mood to !!!! i also kind of switched the roles a bit from the request, hope that's alright !!! so yeah :) happy reading ! <3

you and matt hadn't been in previous relationships. ever since the two of you had become a tad bit closer than just friends, which was just about two weeks after you met, hugs and small gestures like a hand on the shoulder weren’t foreign.

as you sat on the couch in the boys’ LA place staring blankly at the television, which wasn’t even on, you caught yourself thinking how all the small touches and gestures had practically disappeared ever since you and matt started dating. being the overthinker you are, you started wondering whether matt had only led you to believe that he was interested in you - though you knew he was not that type of person, the thoughts flooding you head seemed more realistic at that moment. your eyes started to water at the overwhelming amount of thoughts running through your head – but you were quickly cut out of your train of thought as your phone rang. you picked it up and read the notification which covered some of the lockscreen picture, which was of course, of you and matt.

 

‘hey :) we should be back in fifteen minutes’

 

matt had texted you. you responded with a quick ‘okay <3’ as you were too worried about your previous thoughts to even think of matt. you checked the time before locking your phone. it was almost two in the morning. you sighed as you quickly went to matt’s room to grab one of his hoodies which he had given up fighting for. putting it on, you decided you were going to try and show a sweet gesture yourself. tonight.

as matt had promised, the boys were back in just about fifteen minutes, and after a quick shower and an ice cream break, matt found himself lying next to you on his bed, a good distance separating the two of you.

unbeknownst to you, matt had also been feeling the distance between the two of you ever since you started dating two months ago. he wanted to hug you, to kiss you, to hold you. he wanted to make sure you felt the safest when he was around and he overall just wanted you to know he cared for you. and as had happened to you earlier, matt was soon brought back to reality when you draped your hand over his side; scrunching the fabric of his shirt up in your hand and pulling yourself closer to him.

all of it just felt weirdly, yet familiarly natural. his hand found its way to the small of your back, and he moved himself to make sure that there was no space between the two of you – he wanted to be sure that if there was the smallest creature living in between you both, it would have either been crushed by your intertwined limbs or that it would suffocate due to the lack of oxygen and space.

matt sighed contently.

‘i’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time. i’m so glad you felt comfortable enough to do that. i always want you to feel comfortable with me – always.’ he used the last breathe he had in him to get that sentence out to you, and once it was said, he let loose and let himself fall fully onto you.

you giggled at the boy as he slowly reached his hand to your stomach and started tickling you – of course, all before you started laughing uncontrollably and begged him to stop.

the two of you stayed in that same exact spot, in the same exact position until the next morning. and when you both woke up, you had pinky-promised each other to do the same every night.

[neonponders]

Just a little something, inspired by @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~

• • •

Steve opened the door with his cheek full of sandwich. Unlike most people who have the sheriff on their stoop, he merely swallowed and went in for another bite. “Hey, sheriff. What’s going on?”

It took Steve too long to notice the shoebox in the man’s hands. His fingers lightly tapped on it until he glanced at it and decidedly stopped. “I don’t have any way of explaining things to you. All I know is that these should be with you. And. Uh...they refuse to be separated.”

Steve distantly wondered, Like magnets? in his mind as he accepted the box -

“Don’t open it out here,” Hopper warned. “Take them inside. Water, food, the works. Listen, this happened on the worst day because I gotta go. But you have my number.”

“Yeah, sure,” Steve answered by default, feeling supremely lost but not wanting to be an obstacle. If Hopper was delivering something in a shoebox that needed to be fed, how hard could it be?

He took the box to the kitchen and opened a cabinet for a plate with a tall brim. If it was chicks or something, they would need something they could drink out of without falling into...

Steve lifted the lid off the box and froze. He stared into alarmingly familiar brown eyes. If the past three years in Hawkins, Indiana hadn’t happened, he might’ve reacted badly, like flinching or yelling or something.

Now, though...he ventured a wary, “Hi?”

Perhaps if Hopper had given him a better description of what the box held, Steve would have thought of something cleverer to say to his tiny doppelganger. Because that’s exactly who he was seeing: a version of himself that was so small, he could fit on Steve’s palm, lying down.

The box was padded with a baby blanket on the bottom, and two plushies on either side, protecting the little ones - because there were two, Steve was realizing in staggered terror. Hopper had clearly stolen his secretary’s handkerchiefs and used a safety pin to toga-wrap them for some kind of clothing.

The little Steve sat down right on the other little one, who lay in a fetal position on the blanket. Big Steve realized all at once that the small one was glaring at him.

“I won’t hurt your friend,” he immediately softened. “Sorry, my name’s Steve.”

“My name’s Steve!”

Big Steve’s mouth hung, thoroughly at a loss for words. Well, they’re not babies...

Then he recovered, “That’s great! We’re the Steves. Is it okay that I get you some water and food? Is your friend okay?”

The large head underneath little Steve’s protective stance swiveled to point teary, but bright blue eyes at him. Once again, Steve felt like his brain just couldn’t keep up and hadn’t noticed in time that the other one’s hair was blond. Oh no...

Little Steve lowered to the blanket to huddle close to the other one. Maybe he thought he was whispering, but Steve heard clearly, “Biwwy? Food?”

Big Steve swallowed but kept his voice level and kind. They refuse to be separated.

“Billy? Do you know what your favorite food is?”

A single Fruit Loop would fill these guys up...

For all of the fear that Billy’s body language carried, his eyes were resilient and his bottom lip pushed up in a pathetic - and adorable - whimper. “Em nn Ms.”

“M&M’s?” Steve reiterated as he quickly ran through his memory of the fridge and pantry. He couldn’t imagine that the sheriff station had a lot of options “Coming right up. Are you two warm enough?”

“We’wre naked, dumb ass!”

“Wow,” Steve croaked as he hid the original water dish in the sink and went for the shot glasses. “You really remind me of someone.”

With the electric kettle, he warmed up some water with honey and set the glass in the box. “Be gentle, okay? It’s a little hot but you need to drink some water and it will keep you warm. We’ll work on getting you guys clothes later.”

“Biwwy wants emm and emms!” little Steve shouted, his voice cracking a little.

Steve put his elbows on the counter to be more on their level. “I know, but I need an extra minute. Don’t strain your voice. I can hear you really well, I promise.”

Delicate slurping filled the air as he ripped open an M&M’s package and cut through the peanuts before it occurred to him that people have nut allergies. “Do you two happen to have any allergies?”

Billy answered, “Awergic to people bein’ pokey!”

Steve inhaled for patience. “Do you like chocolate M&M’s or peanut M&M’s?”

“The rwed ones!”

“Okay, but is there something crunchy in the middle or not?”

“Why wouldn’t there be?”

Steve finished cutting a couple of candies in half and set them next to the shot glass. Billy chomped contently over the candies while Steve cracked an egg into a bowl and got a pan onto the stove. The glass chiming of the whisk made two heads perk up over the edge of the box, using one of the plushes as a stepladder. “Steve?”

He looked at his smaller version. “Yeah?”

“What’s that?”

“I’m making a scrambled egg for us. You need more than M&M’s to keep that hair shiny.”

Tiny hands sandwiched his head as he considered that, but little Billy scrutinized him with lips pressed into a discontent line. “Are scwambled eggs good?”

“They’re my favorite.”

Billy looked at the smaller Steve as if both Steves were one and the same. Then he waved a little hand in the air, summoning. “Pick me up! I wanna see.”

“Hang on, hang on, the stove is too hot to risk you getting too close. I’ll move the box. Hang on tight.”

Ever so gently, Steve grasped the box and picked them up to set them on the counter beside the stove. The small Billy and Steve didn’t hang onto the box, though. They put their arms around each other, and held onto Steve’s thumbs hooked on the edge of the box.

The living heat radiating from those little hands into Steve’s skin made his heart break and stitch itself back up at the same time. All at once, these two...humans? Creatures? Were very real, and Steve was in very deep shit.

[emmedoesntdomath]

“emme, you have no proof that hangman and rooster are exes-“ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CALL MILES TELLER STARRING IN THE I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME MV. HUH. HE IS STARRING IN A MV WITH A SONG SUNG BY A PRETTY, PETTY BLONDE IN A COUNTRY ACCENT ABOUT THE EX WHO DIDN’T REALIZE WHAT THEY HAD UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE. WHAT. EXCUSE YOU. WHAT MORE COULD YOU FUCKING WANT FROM ME.

[bada1girlfriend]

Marry Me? | +18 (??) BADA LEE

Dom!Bada Sub!reader

WARNING: Age difference (4 years), homophobia on the part of the family, narration in the third person, very mild, almost zero, marriage of people of the same sex.

Btw: This is my first one shot of Bada, if you want me to do more you can tell me!

Bada and Jiaen have known each other for a lifetime, Bada's mother and Jiaen's mother were best friends so the older one could witness all the growth of the youngest, Bada was 4 years older than little Jiaen, despite the age difference her mothers always tried to make them together and so it was.

When Bada turned 15 she realized that she liked women, her parents at first did not support her, they wanted her daughter to get married and form a good family, without forgetting that in Korea it was very frowned upon to see people from the LGBTQ+ community and she knew that this could affect her career as a dancer, she still decided to follow her heart.

On the other hand, Jiaen from a young age showed her disgust towards other children, a day after her first day at school Jiaen confessed to her parents that she liked a classmate but she didn't know if she was right, her parents never accepted that, her daughter's sexuality shouldn't be a "wrong" so they always tried to make her like the boys, without achieving it.

When Jiaen turned 11 years old, she realized that she felt a certain attraction towards Bada, but would she feel it too? She was very younger for her, Bada was 15 years old and she will never be attracted to someone 4 years younger than her, especially if it was her "younger sister" as she sometimes said. Bada and Jiaen got together every day to dance, they were both attracted to the dance and liked to share it between them, but Jiaen was no longer attracted only to the dance, dancing with Bada gave her a strange feeling, she did not know if it was that entering puberty would give her these feelings or if Bada really liked it, she was afraid of how her parents would react when she found out that Bada Lee, whom they have always called her "older sister" liked her, she was afraid of her reaction.

When Bada turned 17 she started dating a girl who Jiaen didn't like, maybe it was the fact that she liked Bada or maybe because she was her bully in the first school being 4 years older, that girl knew about Jiaen's sexuality since then and always made fun of her for that, I couldn't believe that now she was dating Bada

One night when Jiaen stayed at Bada's house, he decided to make a confession

"You know Bada.. I like a girl," Jiaen said with fear in his voice.

-JIAEN!! Wow, that's great, who's the lucky one? - Bada said excitedly, she was happy that her younger sister could love someone.

-It's you Bada.. I've liked you since I was 10 years old- I couldn't look her in the eyes, I really didn't have the courage to do it.

-JiJi.... Y-I don't umm... I can't accept you.. I'm dating Hyonri and emm.. you're much younger for me...- he said trying to make the girl understand the situation.

-I know, I just wanted you to know..- none said anything for a few minutes.

-Bada... if you get to end up with Hyonri and when I turn 20 and I'm still single... would you marry me?- He said hopelessly in his voice.

"I will marry you when you turn 18 Jiaen, I promise," he said promisingly, Jiaen could only smile at the emotion he felt in his heart, he knew that they could not get married in Korea but he also knew that Bada would do his best to do it.

In a few days Bada ended up with Hyonri after she told him to get away from Jiaen, despite wanting her he didn't love her, Jiaen did love her, but he knew it was wrong, Jiaen's parents are very homophobic and he wouldn't want them to do anything to his JiJi, in addition to that the age difference was very noticeable, Bada was 17 while Jiaen was only 13, it was a very big difference, he couldn't go out with someone so younger. Neither of them touched on the subject again for years.

On Jiaen Bada's 17th birthday he offered him to create a dance crew, Jiaen feliz told him that yes, thus forming Team BEBE, both had been so focused on forming the Crew that they had forgotten their feelings. The crew was growing, now of 8 members, Lusher, Tatter, Soweon, Cheche, Kyma, Minah, Bada and Jiaen. Since Jiaen turned 15 and began to develop more Bada began to generate more feelings towards her, and not feelings of sisters as everyone used to believe.

Months later Bada decided to talk to Jiaen, he could no longer resist not being able to kiss her, touch her or not be able to call her his girlfriend, he always wanted her close and for a strange reason he began to feel the need to kiss her, Bada rented an apartment and decided to tell Jiaen to get there because he needed to talk to her, after a few minutes he arrived and Bada didn't give her five minutes when he started talking.

-JiJiJi.. for several years I realized that I liked you, I don't know why or how it happened but I started to like you and I remembered when you confessed and I decided that I should do it too, I also want to know if you still like it and if not I will understand completely- Bada said nervously

-Bidi.. I still like you and much more than I liked you before-Jiaen was really happy that Bada finally told her what she felt.

-Kim Jiaen.. would you let me be your girlfriend?- Bada asked

-Of course if Lee Bada- Bada was about to kiss her when Jiaen told her

"Ah, not yet, miss, I'm still 17 years old and you're 21, I'm still illegal," she said mockingly.

"I won't be able to wait to kiss you," Bada said this as she pursed her lips.

-Wait five months Bada- that night Jiaen stayed to sleep in Bada's apartment.

For 5 months his love was flourishing more and more, Jiaen's parents still did not know about his love, on the other hand Bada's parents did know, at first they did not like the idea, some time later they accepted it, Bada's mother told him that sooner or later they had to tell Jiaen's parents, they both knew that their relationship would not be accepted by them but they could not and did not want to hide their love. On the other hand, the girls of Team BEBE already knew about their relationship and joked that it was the mothers of the Crew.

Jiaen's 18th birthday arrived and the most excited was Bada, she was finally going to be able to kiss her beloved girlfriend, the last few months had been very difficult for her. Jiaen was in her room after the big birthday party that her parents had organized for her, that night she had asked for permission to go to sleep at Bada's apartment, as her parents didn't know about their relationship, they let her go without problems.

Jiaen was taking off the dress he was wearing, it was red, short and with short sleeves that fell down his shoulders. He couldn't remove the lock until someone knocked on the door of his room.

"Love, I'm Bada, can I come in?" Said his girlfriend.

-Yes honey- Bada entered and realized that Jiaen could not take off her dress, with a look he asked her to help her do it and Bada helped her, it was not the first time he saw her only in underwear, previously he had already seen her, and it was normal for both of them.

"I can't wait for us to be in my apartment, in my room specifically," said a Bada with morbidity in her voice.

-BADA!- She knew that Bada was no longer a virgin, she herself confessed it to her, and that was one of the many reasons that made her nervous in her relationship, she knew that Bada would always treat her well and that she would never do something that would make her uncomfortable but Jiaen herself was afraid and ashamed, she was embarrassed not to have the same experience as Bada.

-What?? "I want to be able to kiss my girlfriend," said Bada sitting on Jiaen's bed while grabbing her by the waist.

-You can kiss me now- Bada, upon hearing these three words, approached Jiaen and kissed her, she was finally able to taste her lips.

-WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING?- The voice of another woman was heard in the room.

"Mom," Jiaen Said.

-Mom? Do you have the nerve to call me mom? - Jiaen's mother said angrily.

"Mrs. Kim, this is my fault, I was the one who told you to kiss me," Bada said, trying to calm Jiaen's mother.

"You shut up, I can't believe that after so long you come and have the nerve to kiss my daughter, she's a good girl and you're just manipulating her," he said approaching Bada.

-Mom noo- Jiaen got in the way of his mother's fight and his girlfriend-

-Bada I've liked it since I was 10 years old, we started dating months ago and I don't expect you to understand it because I know you won't- Jiaen couldn't hold back the tears anymore

"You're ungrateful, how dare you," none of the three said anything.

-If you want to go out with a woman, go out with one but not under my roof, get your things ready because you're leaving my house-

-What? "Mom, no, you can't do this to me," he said as he watched his mother take out the suitcase she kept in her closet.

"Of course I can, you're old enough to become independent," he said, leaving the room slamming the door. "Jiaen could do nothing but cry.

"Love is very calm, come and live with me," Bada said, trying to reassure his girlfriend while hugging her.

-No Bada, I don't want to be a burden to you-

-Of course you're not, honey I do it because I want to, I can't leave you like that- Jiaen accepted after so many pleas from Bada.

Weeks later Jiaen managed to find a job where he gave dance classes, earned very well and could help with the expenses of the apartment. She didn't talk to her mother again, she regretted having kicked her daughter out of the house, she sent her messages every day, she called her every hour, Jiaen was tired of her doing it, so she decided to block her contact, she would never forgive her mother, she really couldn't believe that after everything she said she dared to write to her, on the other hand her father had written to her several times asking her to see each other, her father never said or commented on anything about the relationship he had with Bada so she decided to accept her invitation.

"Love," Bada called as he entered his small but cozy home.

"I'm in the room, honey," Jiaen replied, Bada entered the room.

"Where are you going, honey?" His girlfriend asked, watching Jiaen put on makeup.

-My father asked me to see him and me-

"I understand," Bada said as she approached to hug her in the back, "can we talk before you leave?"

-Of course, did something happen? Did I do something? -I ask nervously-

"No, no love, I just wanted to ask you something," he said laughing at his girlfriend's reaction, she didn't say anything waiting for his girlfriend to speak.

"Do you remember when I promised you that we would get married?" Bada asked nervously.

-Yes, what about that?

-Do you want to marry me?

-What?

"I was thinking, we are girlfriends, we have an apartment together and I thought it would be nice if we got married, I would like to call you my wife," Bada said nervously.

-Aww Bada, do you want us to get married?- she said tenderly while Bada nodded her head- Of course I want to marry you but... in Korea it's not allowed.

-I will look for the solution, we can get married in the United States if you want.

-Of course I want Bada- Jiaen had a smile on her face, Bada kissed her for that answer.

"Ten, I got them for both," he said, taking two rings out of his pants, "they are engagement rings and I thought we could both have one," the rings were gold, possibly pure gold, with diamonds around them.

-Bada, they are beautiful love- Jiaen at that moment felt the happiest woman of all.

-I love you Jiaen- It was the first time that Bada told her that he loved her.

"I love you too, Bada," he said and then kissed her.

Jiaen was entering the restaurant where her father told her to see each other, she was nervous and could not deny it, when she saw her father sitting at a table she began to walk towards him.

"Hello father," he said, sitting in front of him.

-Daughter, I'm happy to be able to see you again, you don't know what I've missed you- Jiaen didn't answer and her father understood that I should talk- Daughter I cited you here to talk about your relationship with Bada, first of all I want to apologize for not having accepted that you liked women from the beginning, but I think you must understand that I was raised at a time when these relationships were not common, that my daughter told me that she is bisexual was one of the things that shocked me the most and I want to apologize for that- he said totally regretfully-

"Father, I thank you for the apology and of course I understand your situation," he said, trying to calm his father.

-I want you to know that Bada is totally accepted on my part, I am happy that she is the one who takes care of you and loves you.

-Thank you father, I have to tell you something- She said a little nervous- Bada and I will get married, we will go to the United States to get married.

-Daughter, that's incredible, I congratulate you, you have my blessing completely.

-Thank you dad, you are invited to the wedding, you can go if you want, we don't have a date yet but I know it will be in two months.

-Of course, daughter, but... your mother?

-I don't want mom to go, she made me feel too bad and I don't want her to be present at my wedding, if you like you can come alone, but mom won't go.

-I understand daughter- Jiaen and Mr. Kim spent the whole afternoon together, his father did it for his ring and said that Bada was very lucky to have her in his life.

2 Months Later

Jiaen was entering the altar with his father, he had agreed to attend the wedding.

Jiaen wore a white dress, it was short, she said she didn't want anything extravagant, after all the wedding wasn't going to be so big, Bada wore a white female tuxedo, she herself said that she would not like to marry a dress because she preferred the comfortable, Jiaen's father gave his daughter's hand to Bada, asking her to please take care of her. After the ceremony and the party they were finally in the room of a cabin on the beach that they had rented to spend the wedding night.

"My wife," Bada said, opening the door for her.

"Thank you, wife," Jiaen said with a smile.

-It's a pleasure Mrs. Lee Jiaen- Jiaen decided to have Bada's last name after she begged him to do it.

Already inside the room Jiaen knew what was coming, he knew that that night he was going to have sex with Bada.

"Can I?" Bada asked, referring to helping him take off the dress.

"Yes," Jiaen replied nervously, when Bada took off her dress, she could notice a white lingerie.

"JiJi," Bada said, looking at her body, she had never wanted someone's body as much as his now wife's.

"Bada, make me yours," Jiaen asked, looking into her eyes, Bada without warning began to take off the suit she was wearing, staying in her underwear, after this she began to kiss Jiaen, Bada lifted Jiaen while she rolled her legs around her waist, Bada sat on the bed while she began to touch Jiaen's body everywhere.

-B-bada- Jiaen moaned while Bada kissed her neck and touched her breasts, she had never felt so desired in her life, if they had had sexual moments where they kissed obscenely and once again they touched each other slightly, but knowing that this time it would be different, that this time they were going to have sex was much more exciting.

Bada began to take off her lingerie little by little as she looked into her eyes, she could notice how excited she was.

-Oh Jiaen look at you, so excited wishing that your wife touches you and makes you hers, is that what you want?-

"If Bada, please make me yours, touch me," he said, trying to regulate his breathing. In that same position Bada began to touch her pussy slightly, Jiaen began to moan by making Bada understand that she wanted more, she pleased her and began to exaggerate her movements.

"Do you like it?" Bada asked.

-Yy-yes- Jiaen said without being able to speak, when she was about to cum Bada stopped, he turned to see her with an angry face while Bada laughed, he laid her on the bed and began to kiss her as she went down slowly until she reached her pussy, which began to lick slowly, Jiaen could only moan at this, she grabbed Bada's head to deepen the licks, Bada put a finger in her pussy, she knew that Jiaen was a virgin and she didn't want to be so hard on her at first. After getting Jiaen to come, Jiaen grabbed Bada and put it up "It's my turn" he told her as he climbed on Bada's lap, he began to kiss her and touch her, taking off her bra and panties, she had never eaten a pussy in her life but she was anxious to be able to try one, more if it belongs to his wife's, Bada began to moan when Jiaen inserted his tongue into her pussy, it was the best oral sex she had ever received in her life and she couldn't believe that it came from the girl she used to call sister Minor, after a few minutes Jiaen was able to make Bada come, Bada grabbed Jiaen by his waist and put her under her to then intertwine his legs and thus begin to rub each other, Jiaen was surrendering himself to Bada, his wife, his wife. After both of them came, Bada got rid of Jiaen.

"You look pretty when you put on an orgasm face," Bada said, making Jiaen put on a face of shame and shyness.

-BADA! Why do you say that??!!- he said as he watched his wife take out a wet towel.

"Haha, because you are my wife and I can flatter you after making you come," she said while cleaning the girl's thighs and then putting on her panties, after finishing with her he did the same with myself and then taking a shirt out of her suitcase, Jiaen put on a Bada shirt to sleep, Bada smiled, his wife looked so pretty with her shirt, it was exaggeratedly big thanks to the height difference. They both lay on the bed, Jiaen on Bada's chest.

"I love you and I will love you all my life," Bada told him, trying to show his most sincere love to his wife.

"I also love you and I will love you all my life, until death do us part," Jiaen said, smiling at him and then giving him a good night kiss and resting.

End<3

This is a translated version of the original

You can find the original version in Spanish in my Wattpad account: @JiJiaen