#thiis is like step

[goldengroovy]

warm up doodle of the cutest ppl in the world

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Thiis place is lacking in the cregan stark department! How about Cregan coming to his chambers to find his southern targ wife in the bath and he join in and offer to warming her up…iykwim

I have two other Cregan wip in my drafts. More is coming <3

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation (both receiving), p + v, this is not foot fetish,

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Warm water enveloped your body like a blanket, making you sigh as you laid your head back against the edge of the tub. The maids who drew your bath had offered to help scrub your body and wash your hair, but you told them you simply wanted to relax after today’s petitions. 

Although you spent your day sitting in a chair, it was exhausting. People’s requests and complaints were exhausting.

You closed your eyes, the crackling sound coming from the hearth and the lavender oils in the water creating a calm ambiance.

‘’Is there room for me?’’ Cregan’s deep voice inquired, standing across the tub. 

Startled, your eyes shot open, having not heard him enter your chambers or call out his greetings. 

A smile curled on your lips as you glanced up at your husband, the warm water in front of you sloshing a bit from the sudden movements. ‘’Always.’’ 

You shifted in the tub, pulling your legs to your chest to make room for him. Its circle shape made it larger than the regular copper tubs, which was perfect to fit two people. 

Cregan swiftly disrobed, his clothes falling into a lump on the floor before stepping in the warm water. ‘’Seven Hells, this it hot.’’ 

A soft giggle slipped from your lips. ‘’The water has cooled down since I got in,’’ you explained as he settled before you, angling his long legs on each side of you. ‘’Us, Targaryens, have a stronger endurance to heat. It’s the blood of the dragon.’’ 

‘’I’ll take you to the hot springs some time, it should please you.’’ 

‘’Sounds heavenly. Will you join me?’’

Northerners were not fond of the Winterfell hot springs, too hot for their likings, but Cregan would never turn down an occasion to be with you. Especially naked. 

‘’If my lady wishes me to,’’ he murmured softly, unfolding your leg with care. His strong hands began to massage your calf, kneading your muscles gently and expertly.

A low moan escaped your lips as you leaned back against the tub, savoring the tenderness of his touch. He continued massaging your leg, his fingers working their way up before going back down and pressing a gentle kiss to your ankle. 

‘’Enjoying yourself?’’ Cregan asked, knowing the answer already from the blissful expression on your face. 

You hummed. ‘’Do you want me to wash you?’’ 

Although there were maids to assist lords and ladies with their baths, you enjoyed running a soapy sponge over your husband’s shoulders and chest. It was a moment of intimacy you cherished. 

And the idea of another woman helping your husband bathe made you green with jealousy. 

You shifted closer and grabbed the bar of soap, lathering it on a sponge before gently scrubbing the soapy sponge over Cregan’s broad shoulders. He made no movement as you washed him, allowing himself to unwind for the first time since sunrise. 

The suds dripped down his hard chest and into the bath water as you moved down his arms. The close proximity caused Cregan's eyes to rake over your bare breasts, drinking you in with a wolf’s appetite. 

He reached forward, tugging at your hip. ‘’Come here.’’ 

The Northman captured your lips into a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You winded your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, kissing passionately. There was no need to make haste as the day was over, so you took your time. Cregan ran his palms up the length of your thighs before hoisting you on his lap in one motion. The water made it slippery, but you held on to your man.

The water swished, spilling slightly over the tub. You paid it no mind, feeling Cregan's large hands roaming up your naked body. He cupped a breast in his palm, his thumb flicking against the sensitive bud, drawing another sound of pleasure from you.

This was what he meant on your wedding day when he promised to keep you warm. 

You rutted atop him until your cunt found his hard cock under the water and rubbed yourself against it. Cregan groaned from the friction, his blood thrumming from the contact, igniting his desires. 

‘’Impatient, are we?’’ he teased, chuckling against your lips. 

Rising on his knees, Cregan pushed you down until you were resting against the tub, and parted your legs. Your needy cunt was begging for his attention. He plunged his hand in the water to toy with your clit, and your soft mewls filled the room. 

‘’Ahh, that feels good,’’ you said, opening your legs wider and catching sight of his rock-hard cock standing against his lower stomach. It twitched under the soapy water, red tip peaking out. You reached to stroke him, getting a low curse in response.  

The foreplay didn’t last long, just enough to get you going. When you had enough, you rose on your knees and turned to grab the edge of the tub, presenting your behind to your lord husband. Getting the message, Cregan kneeled behind you. He took a moment to admire your glistening folds before slowly pushing his thick cock inside.

You sucked in a breath, your inner walls pulsed around him as he entered, filling you up. You couldn’t help but moan from how good it felt. He began to thrust slowly, his low groans mixing with your moans and praises. There was no greater pleasure than this. 

Cregan ran his slightly calloused hands up and down your soapy back and hips, then tenderly squeezed your ass. You whimpered in pleasure, and he smirked at your reaction. This was never a position Cregan thought he would enjoy. He found it animalistic and unromantic. But your adventurous side was bleeding through him. 

After a harder thrust, your hand slipped, reminding you that bath intercourses were not the safest. Fortunately, Cregan was quick, grabbing your shoulder before you could hurt yourself. 

‘’This is not going to work,’’ he decided, not wanting to have to explain to the maester how you split your chin…

You let out an unhappy whine when he pulled out. The emptiness didn't last long. Cregan went back to where he had been sat, and pulled you over him, his cock slipping with ease back into your cunt.

Water splashed over the tub as you began to slowly ride him, gripping onto his biceps and creating moon shaped indents into his skin as he was kissing your jaw and neck. The maids who will clean up in the morrow will no doubt wonder how all that water got out of the tub. 

His breathing began to quicken, and a low groan escaped his throat as you picked up your pace. He buried his head into your neck, nipping at your skin. ‘’Slow down. Don’t want—agh this to end so soon.’’

‘’Can't,’’ you whined, lost in your own pleasure. Your head fell back as you rode him even faster, your breasts bouncing in rhythm, perky and heavy, perfect to nurse his future babes. 

He dug his fingertips into your thighs, trying to hold you back as he panted against your chest, but you were determined to reach your peak. ‘’Seven hells, you’ll be the end of me.’’

Cregan’s control was slipping, his breaths turning ragged. You loved him like this. Your powerful, confident Warden of the North, completely lost and at your mercy.

Your hips rolled against his and your legs were quivering, but you kept up your pace, desperately needing to finish. 

Cregan felt you clench around him, your orgasm reaching its peak, and swallowed your strangled cry as he captured your mouth in a hungry kiss. He didn’t last much longer after that. With a guttural moan, the northman spilled his seed inside of you, his hips bucking up to prolong the release.

‘’I’m going to miss you when you leave for the Wall’’ you said, still attached to Cregan’s body. ‘’Winter is long.’’ 

He drew lazy circles along your bare hip with his thumb as he pressed a sweet kiss under your jaw. ‘’The water is getting cold. We should get out.’’

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[mononijikayu]

say so — nanami kento.

As you looked at him, you knew that he knew that. But he was only human. It wasn’t easy to not be swayed by human doubts and impulse. You never faulted him for that. If anything, it made you fall in love with him over and over again.  Because your Kento was both sides of the coin of human life. And you embrace it, more than you could ever imagine. Love is just that way. You knew that to be true. You stepped closer, your hands sliding up his arms to rest on his shoulders, grounding him. “Kento, I want you. Only you.” you said, your voice filled with the sincerity you hoped he could feel. “I want you more than anything. Because you’re my life. My oxygen. My everything.”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Post-Shibuya Arc, R-18, Smut, Fingering, P to V Sex, Passionate Sex, Pet Names (My Love, Baby), Romance, Friends to Lovers, Husband and Wife, Friendship, Husband! Nanami, Reader! Wife, Fluff, Drama, Comfort, Falling In Love, Flirting, Jealousy, Teasing, Fix-It, Humor, Domesticity, Family Life, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Idiots In Love, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Pining, Nanami Being A Great Husband, Nanami Kento is FATHER™️;

WORDS: 9.5k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: nanami won my poll again!!! hurray!!! here's tmi about this - thiis was half way finished when i came back to write it, but then i got sick again and i started writing this more differently than my direction. i got frustrated so i stopped for a while then i forgot about it and then i wanted to finish it.

oh, also kento and you speak danish at home, because you both feel like a secret language between you and him. gojo is also retired — thats going to be in us and them!!! thank you so much for waiting!!! thank you for reading too!!! i love you all !!! see you in the gojo fic (second place) <3

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HE THOUGHT THAT HE WOULD ALWAYS BE NONCHALANT. Nanami Kento never thought he’d be the type to get jealous. After all, he prided himself on being calm and composed, grounded in logic.

But lately, things have changed. You had changed—or rather, something about you had. At least that’s what he noticed now that you’ve come back to Tokyo, so he could become a mentor to the kids with Gojo’s retirement. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Nanami Kento had finally left the endless grind of Jujutsu society, traded the blood and curses for a quiet life in Malaysia, far from the threat of battle.

But when he got that call, it felt like the past had come clawing back, unwilling to let him go. Itadori Yuji’s name on Gojo’s lips stirred something within him—something old, duty-bound, and unwilling to see an innocent youth, especially one with Yuji’s heart, left adrift.

Gojo Satoru's concern was about more than just Yuji, though. Nanami listened as the retired special grade sorcerer, sitting on a cruise across the globe, rattled off frustrations with the new leadership at Jujutsu High and Jujutsu society as a whole. All of it having formed with what he had known from his contacts back at hom.

At the center of it was Usami. That man, the strongest of all first class sorcerers, Usami, who never defied the higher-ups, who prioritized orders and tradition over compassion, whose unfeeling approach Gojo had seen all too often among those aligned with the elders.

Nanami Kento knew the type. They were the very people he’d worked so hard to avoid throughout his career, the type who saw Jujutsu sorcerers as tools more than as people, especially the students.

Now, with Gojo’s absence, Usami had stepped into a more central role at Jujutsu High, and Gojo wasn’t comfortable with it. Why would he? He’s still supporting the remaining conservative factions in Jujutsu High.

There was no other way to feel about it other than this, but concern. The return of a conservative faction, under Gakuganji, would stifle Gojo’s gambles these past few years. Gambles Kento had agreed with, even if not wholeheartedly. 

“I don’t want him making decisions for my students, you know? I’m sure you agree about that with me too.” Gojo said bluntly, his tone carrying the usual lazy confidence but undercut by a genuine concern. “They’ve been through enough. They deserve someone who understands them.” 

Kento could hear Gojo's frustration; it was an unusual tone in the voice of someone who otherwise seemed to brush off his troubles. And in that sentiment, Nanami found himself nodding in agreement. It didn’t sit well with him, either. But what could he do? He is retired now, isn't he? There was no need for this chatter.

Gojo, as though reading his hesitation, chuckled knowingly over the line. “Look, I’m technically retired too, Nanami. I know your feelings about this.” he said with that familiar cheek in his voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t meddle. Keeps me busy as I get old, you know? Gojo clan head is empty without any drama.” 

There was a pause, and Kento didn’t know what to say. Gojo Satoru, even in their younger years, used his status to continue to advocate for his interests. And Kento didn’t like it as much, he was someone who liked rules, after all.

Even if he agreed with them, he thinks about the context of propriety. But he knows the soul of Gojo’s argument. He agrees with that. Gojo’s voice softened on the other line.

“Don’t you ever want to keep busy too? I mean, especially when your wife’s at her job? You’re both still in the thick of it, in your own ways. Being a house husband doesn’t always satisfy the itch. Before you rebuttal, you know I’m not lying. ”

Nanami sighed. Gojo’s words struck a nerve. He’s not wrong. Genmei–san also works still, helping out at temples when she has the time. Most of the time, if they weren’t on holiday, it would be Gojo waiting at home and taking care of their children. For a moment, Nanami sat down to think about it properly. 

You were deeply invested in your work as a novelist. You adore it, you truly do. But often, it’s hard for you to deal with. You were just as much an independent person in your own right and that was your own mission, your own purpose.

He admired you for that, but there were times when he found himself wondering about his place. He adores taking care of you, he adores being by your side all the time. He adores being your house–husband. 

But he often questions, besides that, away from the frontline, away from Jujutsu, what was his purpose now? Was he truly content to let the world of sorcery continue without him, even if it meant leaving those like Yuji to struggle without guidance? Or the kids? What can he do for them? What can he do now?

“Fine, Gojo.” Nanami finally muttered. “I’ll look into it. Just… don’t get used to this.” He could practically hear Gojo’s grin over the line, a smug sort of satisfaction that Nanami knew all too well.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Gojo replied smoothly in response. “But I’ll admit, it’s good to have you back, even if just for a little while.”

And so, he tried to muster the courage to tell you about what he had agreed to. Dinner was a warm, familiar ritual together. And by the beachside in Kuantan, everything about it was a wonder to behold.

The sounds of clinking plates and gentle conversation filled the room, and the two of you settled into the ease of being home together, savoring the evening without the rush of tomorrow hanging over you. 

You were halfway through telling him about something small that had happened during your day at the market when he cleared his throat, a subtle shift in his usual, deliberate movements. His fingers, wrapped around his glass, seemed to tighten slightly. You looked at him a little bit confused. 

“There’s something I need to tell you, my love.” he began, meeting your gaze with a calm determination. "I’ve decided… to return to Tokyo." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before he continued. "Jujutsu High needs someone to look after the first years. With Gojo retired, things are… in flux."

You blinked, feeling a jolt of surprise, but before you could fully react, he was already explaining, his tone quickening just a touch, as if he’d anticipated your questions. It was rare for your husband to be this way, to ramble about and have his bright brown eyes shake as he looked at you with a shaken uncertainty. But you know when he becomes this way, it’s because of things he cares about.

“It’s not active service, don’t worry about that, my love.” he assured, almost hurriedly, his hand drifting toward yours in an unspoken promise. “I’m not heading back into the field. It’s only to mentor the kids, give them someone they can rely on. They deserve that, especially now.”

You saw his resolve deepen as he spoke of them, the younger students who’d become like family over the years. His voice softened, and you could tell this wasn’t just about filling Gojo’s shoes. 

"I can’t abandon Yuji, he’s already without someone. I can’t really do much more damage by leaving him without someone." he said with quiet conviction, his eyes searching yours as if to make sure you understood. 

“Kento—”

"I know how much he’s been through, and… I don’t want him facing it alone. Nobara, too—she’s so headstrong. She’ll need someone she can turn to, someone to help her channel all that fire. And Gojo’s bound to ask for updates on Fushiguro all the time. You know how he is with him. With them. I just….I just don’t want them to feel so alone about this at all. Usami is gaining some foothold and the conservatives are just….its complicated.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you listened, watching the familiar strength in his face, the quiet protector in him springing back to life. Passion was beautiful in your husband. Seeing even more alive with such caring passion makes you happy.

His gaze held yours, steady and honest, a reassurance that his heart was set on this, that he wasn’t leaving you behind but rather doing what he felt was right, the only thing that made sense.

You let the warmth you felt for him reflect in your smile, reaching for his hand as it rested between you. “Of course, Kento.” you replied softly, squeezing his fingers with encouragement. “They couldn’t have anyone better.”

A soft exhale escaped him, the tension leaving his shoulders as he squeezed your hand back. Relief and gratitude flickered across his face, the subtle shift of a man who didn’t often ask for things but knew he’d been understood completely. There was no need for grand gestures or lengthy explanations between the two of you; your silent agreement spoke volumes.

The conversation turned to lighter things, back to the warmth of dinner. But every so often, you caught his expression softening, a look of contentment and resolve, knowing he was about to embark on something meaningful, not just for him, but for those who needed him.

But of course, that also came with cons.

The move to Tokyo was a calm one.

But it was also a disastrous one, in his mind.

You were both too busy to spend time together.

The shift was subtle at first. Kento began to spend more and more hours at Jujutsu High, guiding the first years, sharing his experience, and quietly observing their progress. He’d come home later than usual, sometimes with papers under his arm and a faint weariness in his expression that he tried to mask with a smile. 

Meanwhile, you were pouring yourself into your new book, the words and ideas flowing freely under the careful guidance of your new editor. It was an exciting time, both for your work and for him. There was a renaissance in your paths to life blossoming in your efforts. But there was a toll, a quiet distance neither of you fully acknowledged.

One evening, you noticed the weight in his gaze as he joined you at the table. He seemed quieter, his usual calm presence tinged with something else; something like sadness. You set down your work, reaching across to hold his hand, catching the faint glimmer of surprise in his eyes.

“Things have been so busy lately, my love.” he murmured, his voice soft, almost reluctant to admit it aloud. “I miss being able to spend more time with you.”

Your heart softened at his honesty, and you squeezed his hand gently. “I miss it too, Kento.” you replied, meeting his gaze with reassurance. “But you know how this is… the busy season. Soon, I’ll be back to post-writing mode, and we’ll have more time to do things together. This won’t last forever.”

He nodded, his lips curling into a small, understanding smile. “You’re right. It’s just… different.” There was a flicker of relief in his eyes, but it was short-lived.

As the weeks went on, your new editor’s involvement became more intense, often stretching into late-night calls or spontaneous meetings that kept you occupied well beyond the hours you’d once spent with Kento.

He’d catch you on the phone, your voice animated in a way that was hard to miss, even as he stood in the doorway waiting for a chance to say goodnight. It was hard to deal with, day by day.

But he said nothing, keeping his feelings carefully hidden behind the same mask of calm he’d worn so well for years. But you could sense it, the slight slump of his shoulders, the way his gaze lingered on you just a little longer.

It was as if he was hoping you’d glance up, catch his eye, and read the unspoken questions there. In the quiet moments, he’d watch you, a silent longing in his gaze, feeling the bittersweet ache of being close but somehow… not close enough.

It was an unspoken tension, a soft thread pulled too tight between the two of you. And though he never voiced it, you began to sense how much he missed you—not just physically, but in all the little moments you once shared, now slipping through his fingers.

After all, you guys were all you truly had in all these times. He would always crave everything about you. About loving you, about being close to you. Just you. He missed you.

Nanam Kento was sure that he hadi tried to be patient. He reminded himself, over and over, that this was temporary, just a busy period that would eventually pass. He knew how much this book meant to you and understood how important it was to have an editor who could match your energy and vision. 

But despite all his quiet resolve, he couldn’t ignore the pang of envy that crept in every time he saw you light up, laughing or discussing something animatedly over the phone.

The way you and your editor connected; it was undeniable. The easy flow between you two, the synergy that seemed to bridge ideas without any need for words, stirred something unsettled in him.

He would come home from a long day at Jujutsu high, weary but hopeful to catch up with you. Instead, he’d often find you mid-call, your voice carrying hints of excitement he hadn’t heard in a while. You’d wave him a quick greeting, mouthing that you’d be off soon, but “soon” stretched, and his footsteps grew slower on his way to your side.

It wasn’t that he doubted you or the love between you two. He trusted you deeply. But the way you seemed to come alive with this editor… it stung in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He knew you and this person worked well together, that they understood your work and helped bring out your best ideas. 

He understood it logically, but logic did little to quell the feeling of being left on the sidelines. After all, it was a feeling he recognized too well—the familiar ache of watching from a distance, of caring deeply and yet holding his tongue.

Some nights, he’d sit across from you at dinner, glancing up occasionally, only to see you distracted, your mind clearly still on your work. Or you’d mention a new idea your editor had suggested, a change you hadn’t considered but were now eager to explore.

And though he nodded, offering his encouragement, he couldn’t shake the thought: When was the last time I could make her smile like that?

As the weeks went by, he felt it more keenly, this quiet envy of the time you spent together. It wasn’t that he begrudged you for the partnership, but he couldn’t help wishing that he could have more of that side of you for himself; the side that was vibrant and full of life, that spark of curiosity and joy he’d always adored.

Nanami Kento wasn’t one to give voice to his insecurities easily, and he knew how silly he might sound, envious over something so innocent. He was a secured man, in all the ways he knew he was. He knew that too well. Yet as much as he told himself it was foolish, the feeling lingered.

So he held back, watching you in those moments with a quiet ache, determined to keep his envy hidden. He’d stay later at the school, throw himself into lesson planning, sometimes even offer to cover additional duties, as though it might distract him. But each time he came home, seeing you lost in conversation or laughter, he couldn’t shake the feeling that, for now, a part of you belonged to someone else.

He told himself it was just work. You had deadlines; he understood that. But there was something else. Whenever your phone pinged with a message, you’d check it quickly, smile to yourself, then type out a reply, sometimes with a small laugh or a shake of your head. And every time, he’d feel a sharp pang of something foreign to him: jealousy.

Kento tried to reason with himself. You were his wife, and he trusted you implicitly. You had built a life together, one based on love, understanding, and mutual respect. But that didn’t stop the gnawing feeling in his chest whenever he saw you so absorbed in those messages or whenever he saw that spark of excitement in your eyes when you talked about the feedback your editor gave you.

He knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t shake the thought. When he saw you typing away late into the evening, smiling at the screen, a quiet worry settled in the back of his mind. What was this editor like? Why did their input seem to matter so much to you? And why did Kento, who usually approached everything in life with composure, find himself so deeply unsettled?

Tonight, though, he’d had enough. He stood in the doorway to your office, watching you as you leaned over your laptop, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, fully immersed in your work.

You looked beautiful, more beautiful than ever, but that same nagging feeling of jealousy coiled tighter in his chest. And before he could stop himself, something in him just snapped.

“So, my love.” he said, his voice calm yet edged with tension. “Another late night, huh?”

“Yeah, it would seem so!” You retort, noticing him. “You’ve just come home?”

“Just a while ago.” He says to you, watching you turn your head back to your computer. You were typing even faster. He was sure you were trying to finish it, now that he was home.

You looked up once again, a soft smile lighting up your face. “I didn’t even hear you come in. You came in as sly as a little cat!” You stretched, setting aside your laptop and glancing at him warmly. “I was just going over some notes. The editor had a few thoughts on the latest chapter.”

”Did he have any suggestions for this part?" he asked, casually trying to keep his tone even as he nodded toward your screen.

You looked up, clearly surprised. "Who, my editor?"

"Yeah, my love." he said, keeping his gaze fixed on you as he leaned against the doorframe. "It just seems like he's been really… involved in your work lately."

You tilted your head, noticing the unusual tension in his voice, the way his words held a heaviness that wasn’t like him. “Well, that’s what they’re paid to do, you know?” you replied gently, hoping to keep things light, maybe coax a smile out of him. 

But his expression didn’t shift. You could tell almost immediately. Instead, his eyes held a quiet, guarded intensity that stopped you in your tracks. Realizing this was more than a casual remark, you closed your laptop, giving him your full attention.

“Kento… Is something wrong?” you asked, voice soft, searching his face for a sign of what was going on inside him.

He crossed his arms, hesitating. For a moment, he almost looked as if he wanted to brush it off, to go back to his usual collected demeanor, but he stopped. Instead, he looked at you with an intensity that caught you off guard. 

“I know it’s irrational, and I know it’s probably nothing.” he said finally, his voice quiet, almost reluctant. “But… I don’t like seeing you so wrapped up in this person’s feedback. You’ve been smiling at your phone more than you do at me lately, and I’m… not exactly used to feeling like this.”

The vulnerability in his words, the admission from someone usually so calm and composed, made your heart soften instantly. You reached out, covering his hand with yours, feeling the tension there, the way his fingers reflexively squeezed back. 

“Kento, baby.” you said, voice warm. “You don’t have to feel that way. No editor or anyone else could ever mean as much to me as you do. None of them are you. There’s only one of you, you know?”

He relaxed just a little, his shoulders easing as he let your words sink in. But he didn’t let go of that guarded look, the one that still held a hint of uncertainty. “Then why does it feel like I’m… competing for your attention?” he asked, his gaze never leaving yours. It was a simple question, but the way he asked it, with a vulnerability that you knew he rarely revealed, struck you deeply.

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “I guess I didn’t realize how it looked.” you admitted, your thumb brushing lightly along his hand. “It’s just… I got excited about the project, and the new feedback’s been inspiring. But…I’m so sorry for not noticing or making you feel that way, baby.” 

You reached out, tracing a gentle hand down his arm, feeling the tension start to melt away as you looked into his eyes. “None of that compares to what I have with you. I hope you know that.  You’re the one I come home to, Kento. You’re the one who matters most. I love you. Only you.”

He seemed to exhale, his expression softening. You could see the quiet relief in his eyes, the way the tension finally started to lift, and it made you want to close whatever lingering distance was left between you. And then, his voice, low and almost hesitant, broke the silence.

“Tell me, my love.” he whispered, barely above a murmur. “Tell me that you want me. Just… say it.”

The raw vulnerability in his voice, that rare openness he was offering, made your heart ache in the best way. You don’t think you had ever felt like this before Kento. But every day since then, your heart has created more motions you could never understand. And you know, you just knew – it was because you loved him more than anything in life. 

As you looked at him, you knew that he knew that. But he was only human. It wasn’t easy to not be swayed by human doubts and impulse. You never faulted him for that. If anything, it made you fall in love with him over and over again. 

Because your Kento was both sides of the coin of human life. And you embrace it, more than you could ever imagine. Love is just that way. You knew that to be true. You stepped closer, your hands sliding up his arms to rest on his shoulders, grounding him.

“Kento, I want you. Only you.” you said, your voice filled with the sincerity you hoped he could feel. “I want you more than anything. Because you’re my life. My oxygen. My everything.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and before either of you could say another word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, firm embrace. The warmth you had come to hold onto in this life. 

You sank into his hold, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart beneath your ear. There was a familiar comfort there, a quiet strength in his embrace, that had always felt like home.

For a few moments, you both stayed that way, close and quiet, as if the world outside had faded and left only the two of you. He lifted his head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead/

Kento murmured into your hair, his voice gentle. “Promise me you’ll take a break from work. I’ll do it too. We’ll spend time together. Just us. No one else.”

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, a soft smile spreading across your lips. “Of course, my baby. I can postpone everything else. If it’s you, everything else can wait. My husband being happy is more important to me!” you whispered.

A quiet sense of relief washed over him, and he held you a little tighter, his own smile finally breaking through, his usual calm confidence restored. For Kento, there was no greater feeling than knowing you were his and that you were here, sharing this quiet, peaceful moment with him.

As he held you close, he felt a deep contentment, one he rarely allowed himself to savor. The jealousy that had once gripped him faded entirely, replaced by a quiet certainty. Of course there should be. Why wouldn't there be?

The certainty that your love, your life together, was the one thing in the world he could rely on. That he was sure. You love him, after all. And as he closed his eyes, resting his chin atop your head, he silently thanked the universe for you, for this love that was more real, more enduring, than any fleeting worry or passing jealousy.

This, he thought to himself, was where he belonged. 

Right here, in this moment, in your arms.

Nowhere else can compare to this.

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO AND HAVE A PICNIC. The night before you had agreed that it would be nice to enjoy the Tokyo sun, and have a picnic at the park. You talked about a cat cafe nearby too. He talked about how the yakisoba dish was introduced at his favorite restaurant. There were new spots popping out in Tokyo for you both to check out.

That’s what you agreed on. Today was supposed to be simple, a peaceful day just to unwind and enjoy each other’s company. But the moment you woke up and felt his gaze linger a bit longer.

Slowly, smoothly, you could feel his hand finding the curve of your waist, you knew that quiet was about to turn into something much more intense. You knew your husband too well. When he’s hungry — he remains hungry.

He pulled you close, his grip both gentle and possessive as his eyes darkened. “Mine, only mine.” he murmured, the word almost a growl, his fingers tracing your skin like he wanted to memorize every part of you. 

The world around you melted away as he took his time, every kiss and touch filled with a need that made your heart race. You let him, giving himself over as he murmured softly against your skin, “My pretty wife… just for me.”

You could feel him stretching you out so perfectly with his fingers, causing you to moan loudly. Your husband was good, too good at everything he does. But when it comes to you, he was beyond excellent. Your eyes felt hazy as he looked at you with that predatory stare. You held him even closer, your moan getting louder. 

Your head turns awry with the high as you continue to ride his fingers as he kisses your neck, you're stuck against the wall occupied by him. No one, not even your previous lovers, those green boy boyfriends were able to make you feel this good.

No one could make you feel this way. Only him. Only your husband, your Kento. And every single time, he knew it. Even with his jealousy, he knew it. You were always going to fold when it’s him. Only him. 

“K–Kento.” you moan out, your voice breathless as you rock against his fingers, the sensation overwhelming in the best way. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you can't help but lose yourself in the rhythm he creates. “You’re… you’re… oh—”

His eyes darken with desire, and a sly smile creeps onto his lips. “That’s it, my love.” he replies, his voice low and filled with warmth.

He peppered soft kisses along your neck, each one igniting a fire inside you that burned brighter with every passing second. His fingers pushed deeper, faster, and you felt so incredibly full, the exquisite stretch making your head spin.

“Come. Come for me.” he urged, his words wrapping around you like a spell, both a command and an invitation. The way he held you against the wall, the heat radiating from his body, only heightened the electric connection between you.

Every kiss he placed on your skin felt like a promise, an affirmation of the bond you shared. No one else had ever made you feel this way; so cherished and desired. With him, you were always ready to surrender completely, to give in to the overwhelming pleasure that built within you. Nothing else can compare with what you feel for your husband. Nothing. 

You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your body responding instinctively to his every touch. He was so good at remembering where to touch you next. After being together for this long, Kento knew your body even better than you. He knows how to make you cry, how to make you moan. He knows everything.

“Kento.” you gasped, the sound a mix of pleasure and longing, and as his fingers curled just right, that coil finally snapped. Your body shuddered, a wave of bliss crashing over you, leaving you breathless as you surrendered to the moment, lost in the magic of him.

You looked up at him, and his gaze was intense, filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger that sent a rush of warmth through you. Without a word, he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you with a fervor that reignited the fire within. 

His movements were slow at first, but as he pushed his fingers one by one, even deeper, your moans escaped you uncontrollably, pulling him closer as you urged him on, wanting nothing more than to feel every bit of him.

Somehow, you had been able to accommodate every tight, muscular finger in his hand. And you knew it felt good. He knew it felt good. Because he knew just what to do. No one else would. Only Kento would.

He responded with a low, pleased growl, the sound reverberating through his chest as his free hand tightened around your hip, holding you possessively against him.

There was an undeniable power in the way he claimed you, every inch of his touch a reminder of the connection you shared. You felt cherished and owned, completely his in this intimate moment.

Each thrust of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you, each stroke deliberate and filled with purpose. Your body responded eagerly, arching into him as you surrendered fully to the sensations, every moan escaping your lips urging him on.

The world outside ceased to exist; there was only you, him, and the electric energy that wrapped around you both, binding you together in a rhythm that felt both primal and tender.

As the intensity of the moment deepened, you could feel the heat radiating from him, a tangible connection that anchored you both in a world of your own. His lips traveled down to your neck, trailing kisses that ignited your skin, leaving behind a trail of fire. You could feel the way he held you, his grip firm yet gentle, and it made you crave more, the need building inside you like a rising tide.

“Just like that, my love.” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and teasing. The sound of his voice sent a thrill through you, adding to the layers of pleasure that enveloped you.

He continued to move his fingers with a deliberate slowness, coaxing every last ounce of ecstasy from your body. Each time he pushed deeper, you gasped, the sensations pulling you closer to the edge once again.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could merge your bodies into one. Drool started to form from your lips as he thrusted even deeper, pleasure repetitive in your lips to his ears. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed making a mess of you way too much. 

“K–kento. Oh my….g—oddddd…..” you breathed, the urgency in your voice echoing your desire. You needed him, all of him, and you wanted to feel that connection intensify. He looked into your eyes, and in that moment, you saw the depth of his love mirrored in his gaze, a promise that went beyond the physical.

He quickened his pace slightly, and you felt every pulse of his fingers inside you, each thrust igniting a new wave of pleasure. You could sense the hunger in him, a deep-seated need to feel you unravel beneath him.

“You’re perfect, aren't you?” he said, the words reverberating through you as you lost yourself in the moment. His possessiveness only heightened your arousal, each stroke of his fingers an affirmation that you belonged to him, and he to you.

With every thrust, every kiss, you felt the world around you blur, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of passion. Your bodies moved together as if they were made to fit, every touch syncing perfectly. You surrendered completely, letting the waves of pleasure wash over you, pulling you under and lifting you higher.

“Come for me again, my love.” he urged, his voice a low growl filled with desire. You could feel the pressure building once more, and with a desperate need, you clung to him, riding the waves of sensation that coursed through you. 

The world outside faded entirely as you focused on the way he made you feel—alive, cherished, and utterly consumed by the moment. And as you finally tipped over the edge into bliss, you knew that this was where you belonged, wrapped in his arms, lost in your shared passion.

As the world outside faded into a distant hum, you and Kento found yourselves enveloped in an intimate cocoon, where it was just the two of you. His gaze held yours, deep and searching, as if he were reading the unspoken words that danced between you. The air was thick with anticipation, and your heart raced in sync with the pulse of the moment.

With a gentle touch, he caressed your cheek, his fingers trailing down to your neck, igniting sparks of warmth beneath his fingertips. The softness of his touch contrasted with the burning desire that simmered between you, creating a perfect tension that left you breathless. You leaned into him, craving the connection that felt both familiar and exhilarating.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and filled with warmth, laced with a hint of playful teasing that made your stomach flutter. You nodded, feeling a rush of trust and excitement wash over you. You knew he would take care of you, just as he always did.

As he shifted closer, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and safety. When he entered you, it was as if time stood still. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy that made you gasp softly. You could feel every inch of him, filling you completely, as he took his time, letting you adjust to the fullness.

Kento's eyes never left yours, and in that moment, you felt utterly cherished. Each movement was deliberate, as if he were savoring the connection between your bodies and the bond you shared. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as you both surrendered to the rhythm of your bodies.

“You’re so beautiful, my love.” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, and you could feel the sincerity in his words.

Those simple words sent a wave of warmth through you, making you feel both desired and loved. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him even closer, as if you could merge your souls together.

He held you firmly, as though afraid to let go, fingers pressing into your skin with a hunger that left no doubt of his intentions. His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, gripping you with an intensity that was both grounding and electric, each touch sparking a heat that made you shiver.

The way he held you was raw and consuming, as though he wanted to memorize the feeling of you beneath his hands, every curve, every softness. He knew everything like the back of his hand/

You could feel his breath, warm and steady, against your skin, each kiss he placed making you arch closer, melting into the strength of his hold. The roughness of his grip, his possessive energy, pulled you deeper.

It was like he was marking you as his, his touch heavy with a passion that left you breathless. He looked into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense, a silent promise of everything he wanted to give, everything he wanted to take.

The world seemed to narrow to just the two of you, his warmth surrounding you, his presence overwhelming in the best possible way. Every inch of you felt alive under his touch, every nerve alight with a need that only he could satisfy.

His hands continued to explore, leaving trails of warmth, his touch demanding yet tender, as if reassuring you that he was there, and you were his.

The heat between you intensified, his hands roaming slowly, leaving a trail of tingling warmth wherever they went. You trembled, feeling the power behind every touch, every possessive whisper.

You could feel him drinking in the sight of you, holding you close as if he didn’t want to let go. It wasn’t rushed; it was filled with a focused, possessive affection that only made you crave him more.

Time blurred as his movements became a mix of gentleness and intensity. His hands slid lower, holding you firmly, possessively, as he whispered your name.

His words washed over you, filled with longing and satisfaction as he whispered, “You’re mine. Only mine.” Each soft murmur made your breath catch, his voice rough with devotion.

Your husband had always had a way of grounding you, pulling you back to him in the moments you needed it most. He held you with a quiet strength, his touches both comforting and electric, each caress more deliberate than the last.

When the busy schedules and late nights began to take their toll, you’d find yourself in his arms, feeling the tension melt away as he made you his world.

He was possessive in the gentlest way, his lips tracing along your skin, his voice murmuring low, tender words that anchored you to the present.

"Mine, mine." he'd say, over and over, his voice a husky whisper as he pressed deeper, slow and unhurried, savoring each moment. "My beautiful wife, my one and only."

You let yourself unravel under his touch, feeling each surge of pleasure as he pulled you closer, his mouth finding yours in heated kisses, his hands firm as they held you against him. The world outside faded, and there was only him—each movement, each shudder of pleasure woven with his love and need for you.

And as your body trembled, giving in to the pleasure he offered, he’d whisper words that sent warmth spiraling through you: His only. His good girl. His good little wife.

With every pulse and every breath, he made you his, claiming you in the way only he could, and you felt yourself give in, letting him take what he needed, knowing that he was yours just as deeply.

In these moments, he was entirely yours, just as you were his, both of you wrapped up in a world where only the two of you existed. And as he held you close, that familiar need he had for you was clear in his eyes, you could feel the depth of his love; the way he wanted you, needed you—all pouring out with each possessive word and touch.

Every thrust was slow and measured, each movement deliberate and filled with purpose, as if Kento were painting a masterpiece with your bodies.

He took his time, carefully crafting a rhythm that drew you both closer to the edge of ecstasy, like the steady buildup of a powerful wave ready to crash upon the shore. Each moment felt like an eternity, stretched and molded by his touch, igniting every nerve ending with heat and longing.

Kento relished in the way you responded to him, the way your body quivered beneath him, your breaths coming in soft gasps that filled the space between you.

He liked making you wait, savoring the way your eyes widened in need and your body writhed, pleading for more. The way you mewled over and over again, lost in the depths of desire, was music to his ears, a siren call that drove him further into the depths of his own hunger for you.

“Please, Kento. More. More—” you begged, your voice trembling with desperation, the need pooling in the pit of your stomach. Each word was a plea, a yearning that echoed in the silence of the room, punctuated only by the soft sounds of skin meeting skin.

“P–please….pleaseeeee…..”

A teasing smile played on his lips as he leaned down, his breath warm against your neck. He bit gently into your flesh, a sweet sting that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through you, causing you to moan, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming sensations flooding your body. 

“Enjoy it, my love. Enjoy the slow burn.” he murmured, his voice low and husky, wrapping around you like a silken ribbon. “Let’s have fun, hm?”

His words were a command and a caress, urging you to embrace the intensity of the moment. The way he spoke your name, the way he held you, felt like a tether pulling you deeper into the shared experience. You were both caught in a delicate dance, a balance of power and surrender, where every pause and every gentle caress built anticipation.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you intertwined, lost in the growing tension between your bodies. Kento was in control, but you loved it. You loved the way he took his time, how each thrust felt like an exploration, a journey into the very essence of what it meant to be together.

He would withdraw slightly, teasing you with the promise of more, before plunging back into you with a slow, deliberate push that sent sparks of pleasure radiating from the core of your being.

Each pulse of his body against yours was a reminder of his possession, of the bond you shared that was both beautiful and intoxicating. The slow burn he created enveloped you, igniting your senses and drawing you closer to the precipice of your desires. You could feel the heat building within you, an insistent wave that throbbed and twisted, desperate for release.

“Just like that, my love.” he encouraged, his voice a soothing balm against the tumultuous storm of emotions swirling inside you. “Let it build. Let it consume you.”

You let his words command you, letting them wash over you as you melted into the sensations. Every tear that fell was a blessing of pleasure and the pain mingling together, a sweet agony that you welcomed wholeheartedly.

You could feel your heart racing, your breaths quickening, as you approached that sweet, familiar edge, caught between the bliss of the moment and the urgency of your need.

With every deep stroke, you felt a delicious tension building within you, a tightness that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Each time he filled you completely, it ignited a spark of pleasure that resonated deep in your core, drawing soft gasps from your lips. Your husband was a great lover. Perhaps the best there ever was. 

You surrendered to him fully, giving yourself over to the sensations that enveloped you. The outside world faded away, leaving nothing but the two of you entwined in this intimate dance. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way his breath mingled with yours, made every moment feel precious. 

You can only focus on him. Only him. He was what mattered. The way his eyes held yours, filled with an intensity that spoke volumes of his love and desire.

You could write as many beautiful works as you could ever want. But perhaps the most beautiful creation in your life was him. Loving Nanami Kento was your most beautiful creation.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the way he made you feel. It was a combination of love and raw passion, an electric current that flowed between you, binding you together in a way that felt profoundly intimate.

Every caress of his hands, every whispered word, heightened your awareness of him, igniting your senses and making you acutely aware of the depth of your connection.

You could feel his warmth enveloping you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe yet desired. The way he moved, the way he took his time to explore every inch of you, filled you with an overwhelming sense of affection and longing.

With each thrust, you could feel your bodies communicating in a language all your own, a silent exchange that deepened the bond between you.

As you both lost yourselves in each other, the outside world faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of you entwined in a universe of your own making.

The air around you thickened with anticipation, and every touch felt electric, as if the very essence of your connection pulsed between you. As if you truly belonged together.

You could sense the tension coiling tighter, each movement a languid dance that drew you deeper into an exquisite rhythm, a beautiful synergy that melded your souls together and ignited a fire within you that felt utterly intoxicating.

“Kento, I’m coming. I’m so close.” you gasped, the words spilling from your lips as desire swirled through your veins.

He trailed kisses along your jaw, his lips soft yet insistent, igniting a cascade of shivers that traveled down your spine. “Come for me, baby. Let go.” he urged, his voice low and rich with promise, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

That was when he shifted, his movements quickening, a sudden urgency that sent your heart racing. The delicious friction intensified, and with each thrust, the world outside vanished completely, leaving only the two of you in a haze of passion. 

Every kiss, every whisper, every pulse of his body against yours propelled you closer to that blissful edge, where pleasure and surrender intertwined, drawing you both into a beautiful climax that promised to sweep you away entirely.

As Kento quickened his pace, the urgency of his movements sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, building to a peak that felt both thrilling and inevitable.

The air around you crackled with electricity, every sensation heightened as he pressed deeper, claiming you in a way that made your heart race and your body ache for more. His breaths came in ragged gasps, mingling with the sound of skin against skin, each thrust driving you further into a euphoric haze.

“My love, I’m so close.” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “I’m….I’m gonna come.”

You could see the raw need in his gaze, the way he was completely lost in the moment, just as you were. It was intoxicating to know that you had this effect on him, that you could pull him into this blissful space where nothing else mattered but the two of you.

“I want you, baby.” you whispered, your voice trembling with urgency as you felt that familiar coil tightening within you. “I need you.”

“D’ you want me inside, hm? Where do you want me?”

You moan, thinking about how hot it was. How hotter it would be to have him inside of you. “I-inside me. Please. Please. Make me full.”

“Y’d like that? You want me to make you full of me, my love?”

“Yes, yes, o–oh, yes—”

With a low growl, Kento shifted his focus, pushing into you with a deep, purposeful thrust that sent stars dancing behind your eyelids. The world outside was a distant memory, all that existed was the heat building between you, a fire that consumed you both whole.

His movements were rhythmic yet fervent, each push coaxing you closer to the edge, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you. It felt so good. It felt way too good and you wanted it to last forever.

“Let go, my love.” he urged, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers coursing through your body. “I’m right there with you.”

And then, with a final, deep thrust, you felt him come inside you, warmth flooding you as he released with a low groan, his body pulsing against yours. The sensation was overwhelming—a rush of heat that spread through you, mingling with your own climax as pleasure washed over you in waves, leaving you breathless and trembling benea

th him.

You held on closer to him, taking in a new dawn’s breath.

You were so in love with this man, more than you know. 

And he was the same — he couldn’t get enough of loving you.

“You know, if I had known jealousy would make you like this…” you finally say, your voice still laced with breathlessness as you regain your composure.

The warmth of the moment lingers around you like a soft blanket, and you can feel the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your body. Kento’s kisses trail along your glistening skin, each gentle press of his lips a sweet reminder of the connection you’ve just shared.

His lips are soft against you, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake, and the scent of your mingled skin fills the air with a heady sweetness that is all-consuming.

“I would get you jealous often, baby.” you tease, a playful smile curving your lips as you look down at him.

Kento pauses, lifting his gaze to meet yours, his expression a mixture of amusement and mock seriousness. “Is that so?” he replies, his voice a low rumble that sends a delightful shiver through you. 

The intensity in his eyes is unmistakable, a mix of possessiveness and affection that makes your heart flutter.You can’t help but laugh softly, the sound echoing around you in the intimate space you’ve created together.

“Absolutely. You should see how cute you get when you’re all riled up, baby.” you say, playfully nudging him with your shoulder. “Fiesty and all.”

His lips curve into a smirk, and he leans closer, brushing his nose against yours. “You’re lucky I’m not the type to stay jealous for long, my love.” he murmurs, the warmth of his breath tickling your face. “But if it means I get to have you like this…” 

His voice trails off, and he plants a series of soft kisses down your neck, each one sending delightful tingles racing across your skin. You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment to relish the sensations he stirs within you. 

“You’re incorrigible sometimes, Kento.” you whisper, feeling the weight of his affection enveloping you. The playful banter only adds to the intimacy, making it all the more special, as if you were sharing a secret joke that only the two of you understood.

“Only for you, my love.” he replies, his voice sincere as he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes. “But really, seeing you light up like that—it’s worth it. Just know I’ll always come back to claim what’s mine.”

epilogue 

As the soft glow of the evening light filtered through the window, casting gentle shadows across the room, you and Kento found yourselves nestled comfortably together. You hadn’t left the bed much since this morning.

And your husband was incredibly happy about that. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Everything about the room smelt like sex and sweat, that was to be expected. Your husband’s insatiable when he gets into it. 

But the atmosphere was relaxed and intimate, the air filled with the kind of warmth that comes from deep affection. Everything about the aftermath was the passion of lovers who will always be in love.

And you couldn't help but admit that you felt blessed with that. This passion between you and Kento, it will never die. For bitter, for worse, for good and better — you will always have this. You will always be together like this.

After a playful exchange repeating over and over again, you both took breaks in between. For a while, you both watched some television. Kento seems to enjoy Love Island, so he wants to watch the whole series with you now. A little while later, the two of you talked a little bit about the little things you’ve seen and done lately.

Soon enough, you were sure you were hungry. Kento immediately kissed you and went to the kitchen, coming back with some bowls of favorite snacks and some refreshing drinks, on ice.

But of course, he urged you to drink the water most. With all the screaming he’s made you do, he’s a little bit more worried about your voice, 

You both conversed about silly things now, laughing at how Yuji seems to be as silly as ever before. About how Gakuganji seems to continue to be annoyed by Gojo Satoru’s phone calls.

But then he talked about Gojo Satoru expecting another child on the way, albeit accidental. In that moment, you realized it was that moment. So, you took a moment to shift the conversation to that.

“You know, baby…..” you began, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. “I know you’re still busy, I’ve been thinking maybe….just maybe…”

“You know surprises aren’t needed.” He laughs, lowering his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

“I know, I know.” You roll your eyes playfully but let out a small smile, leaning against his chest. “Don’t you think it’s time we consider having kids soon. I’m really happy to make that happen soon.”

Kento turned to you, his brow raising in playful skepticism, but a smile tugged at his lips. “Is that so? You’re ready to dive into the chaos of parenting, my love? You know it’s a lot of work, right?” He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting, filling the space between you.

You couldn’t help but grin back, your heart fluttering at the prospect. “Of course! But I think it would be so worth it. Just imagine our little ones running around, making messes and keeping us on our toes.”

He smiles at you fondly. “You think so?”

“Yeah, I know so.” You grinned at him. “I can also see you being the doting dad, teaching them all about fighting and how to protect themselves. Or you know, just making some bread from home! I do miss authentic rye bread from an expert in Danish baked goods. Imagine how our kids will feel when they eat it too!”

He laughed, a rich, hearty sound that echoed in the room and made you feel light with joy. “You think so? I suppose you’re right, my love. I can already picture myself getting wrapped around their little fingers. They’d have me wrapped around their hearts in no time.” 

The sincerity in his tone made your heart swell with happiness.

Everything about your husband makes you feel happy everyday.

If life were to teach what happiness looks like, it would be him.

“Exactly!” you exclaimed, your excitement bubbling over. “And they’d have your strength and my charm. Can you imagine how adorable they’d be?”

Kento’s expression softened, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “You know, I’ve always wanted that. A family with you. You make everything better.” His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, igniting a sense of hope and love within you.

“So, you’re on board with the idea?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with anticipation.

“Absolutely, my love.” he replied, that playful smirk returning to his face. “But first, I think we need to indulge in another round of this.” 

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and captured your lips in a kiss that sent shivers down your spine. You melted against him, losing yourself in the moment, the kiss deepening as he pulled you closer.

It was intoxicating, filled with a mix of passion and love that made your heart race. Everything about Kento was just a pool you wanna drown in. Everything about him was worth drowning in. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you wrapped up in each other, a perfect blend of laughter, warmth, and desire.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, your cheeks flushed with warmth, Kento looked at you with that glint of mischief in his eyes that you adored.

“Okay, let’s talk about the details later, my love.” he said, grinning widely. “But for now, I think we have some important work to do to ensure that happens.”

With that, he pulled you back into another passionate kiss, laughter bubbling between you as you savored the moment. You felt the electric connection between you, the promise of a beautiful future hanging in the air, ripe with possibilities.

As you both continued to kiss, the playful banter resumed, filled with sweet nothings and playful teasing about the “practice” needed for the future family you envisioned. After all, practice makes perfect.

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

i haven't read the acotar series but yeah there are...SO many issues with it. I was about to say I'm not surprised that people wanted the racism to be more violent so they could acknowledge but actually, y'know what? No, I am surprised. I'm concerned that people want characters of colour to be dragged through the dirt and be the victims of horrific acts before they can acknowledge the racism of the author. I cannot emphasise how crestfallen, how upset I felt when I searched up what Illyrians were for the first time. Like...oh. They are brown, like me. But they are also a whitewashed version of what white people want them to be: a violent, primitive nation that treat their women awfully, just so that white people can come in and save them, as if they weren't the ones ramping up that kind of misogyny in the first place.

I look across the YA sphere and I see white authors constantly say, through their writing, that poc are violent, that we are backwards, that the women should not exist and do not have lives unless they are attached to white people. I feel that the only time this has kind of been challenged in a mainstream YA fandom has been the grishaverse, and even then, the rep for brown peoples is muddled and vague at best, and the rep for Black people feels like there was no exploration of culture at all.

What I'm trying to say is: it's not great in the YA market, but SJM is by far one of the most racist authors out there. White fans shouldn't be begging for the violence against characters of colour to be ramped up so they can decide when they can step in and say enough is enough.

ugh! this was so beautifully put!

thiis will be a long discussion!

i really want to preface this by saying i would really implore everyone in their free time to read toni morrison's playing in the dark! it's a deep dive into the ways blackness (and in this case minority status) is defined by white superiority; how the very presence of the non-white is always used to reiterated the inherent superiority of their white peers! poc are used as conduits to uphold beliefs of white supremacy - the very existence of the nonwhite existing to boasts the intelligence of their white peers.

sjm's work moves in such racist territory that it so easy so see these mentalities etched into her work. every single poc that is included in the story is relegated to this ideology; their very existence speaks to the power of the main character. the primary function of the interactions deal in shame, humiliation, and cowardice (see: tarquin, nehemia, thesan, helion, tarquin, cressida, nesryn, lucien, the unnamed enslaved @ endovier, baxian, unnamed illyrian population etc).

morrison opens up her novel by asserting that we should be conscious of the way the author's imagination expresses itself:

“Both [reading and writing] require being mindful of the places where imagination sabotages itself, locks its own gates, pollutes its vision. Writing and reading mean being aware of the writer’s notions of risk and safety, the serene achievement of, or sweaty fight for, meaning and response-ability.”

morrison also posits that author's intenionality and/or bias are unfortunately apart of the creative process of imagination, reiterating:

“The imagination that produces work which bears and invites rereadings, which motions to future readings as well as contemporary ones, implies a shareable world and an endlessly flexible language. Readers and writers both struggle to interpret and perform within a common language shareable imaginative worlds. And although upon that struggle the positioning of the reader has justifiable claims, the author’s presence—her or his intentions, blindness, and sight—is part of the imaginative activity.”

this initial opening builds an understanding of the creative process, in a wholesome way. what i mean is - morrison is establishes that the creative process is informed by our own perceptions and understanding. the way our the narrative voice reconciles normalcy vs. unknown says something about the author. or what the author has put to page. the reason i am even discussing this is to make a similar point: sjm's writing oftentimes subconsciously asserts the dominance of the 'main, white character,' in conjunction with a ethnic, poor, nonwhite individuals of the story. when we meet celaena, we are immediately aware of aelin's 'superiority' over the slaves in endovier. the function of her slavery is to relate her power, while the story views the enslaved as dump, hopeless, individuals whose only goal is to die for their liberation in an endless cycle. aelin even complains that she 'finally' can talk to compotent people with assumption that the enslaved at endovier were somehow too dumb to adequtely communcate with her.

a court of thorns and roses invents an entire culture whose only cultural practices seemed be filled with violence, misogyny, and brutality. then the story argues that only three (3) out of thousands of brown men actually have common sense. that they're so dumb and brutish that they'd absolutely choose to have barely any resources out of spite of their benevolent high lord. cassian, rhys, and az are the strongest in history. and to relate their power, we get these dumb brutes who just seem okay for fighting for a country that would not even be allowed to enter....that's actually some crazy racist writing lmaooo. or the fact that nuala and cerridwen are trained spies, who up to this point, make so much money they'd probably be able to retire...and they just choose to be also the handmaidens...for five-hundred year old fae. like...immediately after acotar, there back working. rhys and feyre can still be reeling from that experience but nuala and cerridwen can just serve because that's just what they like to do.

the next notable quote states:

“These speculations have led me to wonder whether the major and championed characteristics of our national literature—individualism, masculinity, social engagement versus historical isolation; acute and ambiguous moral problematics; the thematics of innocence coupled with an obsession with figurations of death and hell—are not in fact responses to a dark, abiding, signing Africanist presence”

“The fabrication of an Africanist persona is reflexive; an extraordinary meditation on the self; a powerful exploration of the fears and desires that reside in the writerly conscious. It is an astonishing revelation of longing, of terror, of perplexity, of shame, of magnanimity. It requires hard work not to see this.”

in this way, the nonwhite becomes the site of a descent into darkness, hypersexality and power for white people. think of the way in which feyre's darkness is often times heavily associated with the nonwhite (see: court of nightmares). this sexy, liberated, dark woman using south asian culture to establish superiority while eschewing the people who are the originators of said culture.

but - really want to move this away from a discussion on individual characters and really focus the subject on sjm's role as the write. ultimately, feyre, aelin, nehemia, rhys...aren't real. they are reflections of the author's own internal dialogue. i actually really resonated with this observation/ assumption morrison's makes and that is:

“I assumed that since the author was not black, the appearance of Africanist characters or narrative or idiom in a work could never be about anything other than the “normal,” unracialized, illusory white world that provided the fictional backdrop.”

ultimately, i believe the racism comes from the fact that, although these are fictional worlds born from sjm's imagination, a lot of the racism comes from the fact that sjm is writing what she believes to be normal. and so - that's why the problem ultimately persists. violence against woc and poc are justified already. it doesn't matter that rhys slaughters hordes of illyrians because the assumption is that they're probably horrible, brutish people who ultimately deserve to die; nevermind, they could have had complex reasons, just like rhys. it's okay that the illyrian women are oppressed because...that's just the way things have always been. the only queen who helped rhys and feyre is humilated, murdered, and has her head shaven. we get one sentence about her and the story moves on. nehemia planned her own brutal murder, awoke dorian's power, and as a reward....her entire country is burned to the ground and the liberation of ellywe is delegated toward one sentence about maybe going to visit. , sorcha gets her head cut off (and its treated as a joke by the fandom) and dorian blames her for essentially being 'too fragile' or something like that. poc are already being brutalized in these stories, we're just positioned not to care.

and im not saying that ya isn't extremely racist - but i think sjm is by far one of the worst racist authors i have come across. not even ms. bardugo or aveyard or her other peers have this many racial problems by comparison and boy are there still problems even in those stories. like damn even george rr martin has like...semi-better writing (but he's actually another author that really exemplifies what morrison was talking about and id love to one day talk about that. but it woul take me quite awhile. i do like like asoiaf obvi, but it just has a lot of problems that i cant ignore). lmaooo even armentrout made some attempt to rectify her representation issue and thats saying a lot.

[twstbookclub]

Indefinitely His

Summary: You finally have the opportunity to go back home, but Floyd... has a little twist for you. POV: 2nd POV Pronouns: Gen Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Floyd Leech, horror, twstober 2024, possession, chase sequence, lord please help us all if this happens in the game. Word Count: 928

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS PAGE HAS BEEN DEAD BUT THE ADMINS ARE ALL COLLEGE STUDENTS, WORKING, AND I, KAI, AM WORKING ON A VISUAL NOVEL GAME ON THE SIDE LORD SAVE ME but enjoy Floyd horror :D

“This is so unfair~”

That menacing voice rang through every direction of the school grounds, and it didn’t help that the earlier rampage knocked the lights out.

This wasn’t an overblot. It was his normal behavior skyrocketing.

You covered your mouth as you tried to keep quiet. Every student who was there to say bye to you was knocked unconscious with a single move. The school was dark and that was your only advantage. 

“Aww, Shrimpy… It’s no fun if you hide!” He yelled as he knocked over some items, hoping to find you there. He laughed with a small wheeze as he looked around again, but you took the opportunity to run out of the room.

Floyd was pissed at the thought of you leaving, annoyed at the thought of his shrimpy leaving his side, and irritated that you were hiding from him now. “Don’t be scared, Little Shrimpy. I ain’t gonna squeeze ya too bad.”

You weren’t that fast for him though. Almost instantly, Floyd had a tight grip on your arm with a child-like laugh coming out of his maniacal behavior. You let out a yelp before trying to run off again, but Floyd won’t let you leave. 

“Hey, what’s wrooong~? Does it hurt, Shrimpy? That’s too bad…”

His voice was playful with tones of ill-intent underneath, but he gave you a giggle. “Poor thiiing.”

“Floyd—” You started while pulling away, but he was like a tower compared to you, so much bigger and stronger. Your movements meant nothing, and you couldn’t even use magic to get away unlike some of the other students.

“C’monnnn, put up more of a fiiight… it’s no fun if you aren’t squirming around~” Floyd said as if this was a game, but the look in his eye showed that he was serious. “I’ll give you a headstart.”

The moment he let go of you, it felt like you were some animal on the verge of getting preyed on, and your life was on the line. You began to run until you could no longer sense his presence. 

But not even you could escape that.

Your body brought you back into the mirror chamber, and you stopped as the room was only lit up by its natural green and purple hues from the gems and crystals that decorated the room.

It didn’t matter where you looked. There was blood and bodies everywhere.

First years were scattered around the floor, and it didn’t matter what they did, their blood was spilled.  Second years had bruises and obvious head injuries as most of them had been thrown onto the walls or floors.

Your memory flashed the images of Floyd almost getting tackled by the third-year students, but nothing worked. Floyd had squeezed them unconscious.  What surprised you the most was seeing Malleus in a slight panic before succumbing to the anger the merman had fallen into. 

You had to get to the mirror. It grew a bright green as the portal to your world finally opened, but your feet couldn’t move from fear. What if he got there before you did? You just wanted to go home now.

You forced your legs to move as you got closer to the center of the room, pulling in all of your might to try and leave now before you could get hurt.

Floyd usually bothered you, but you never thought he’d go this far. To hurt everyone in his path. Your eyes slowly moved to the body nearest to you.

Jade.

He had done his best to ensure you were protected when Floyd began his rampage, but his brother forgot about that bond in that anger. Jade was the last one to drop, and that’s when the true nightmare began.

You snapped out of it as footsteps came your way and you reached the steps towards the mirror, but there was nowhere to hide this time. Before you could think of a plan, Floyd was already in front of you with a smile that showed every one of his sharp teeth, reminding you of the spot you were in.

You were below him right now. You were like a little toy to him right now. A toy he didn’t want to share or return to its rightful owners. He was going to keep you right here, even if it meant breaking your limbs so you couldn’t crawl away.

“Shrimpy~” He called out softly, getting closer and closer to you. Floyd grabbed your wrist, but the grip felt like the strength of a thousand men. You could feel your wrist dislocating and your nerves tingled like little punctures from the cut-off blood flow.

“You’re trembling so much. Don’t be scaaared~” 

“If you’re scared, you can call for help, y’know? But no one will come.” He whispered the last part of his sentence before he smashed the mirror with a hard fist. He said you could scream, but not a sound came out in your mental to physical attempt. 

His expression became serious as glass flew. From shards to tiny pieces landed in the air and pierced Floyd’s hand, causing his flesh to bleed out. A small shard cut your cheek, and the sight made his eyes seem like knives. You were stuck.

Your mind blanked with your sanity and Floyd liked seeing you frozen in terror, so small in his power. He moved closer to tower over you, his voice playful and bone-chilling at your already still frame.

 “Who told you that I would let you go, Shrimpy?”

“I will never let you leave.”

[steveshairychest]

I just got the funniest damn image in my head and i can't stop laughing about it and i just need to share.

So imagine a moment with Eddie just laying on Steve on his sofa, all nice and cozy probably with a movie playing in the background that no one is watching, nuzzling in his chest hair, trying to be all smooth and seductive, while Steve watches him with a little blush, trying to figure out what did this overgrown cat baked up in that strange brain of his this time.

But. We all know Eddie. He may be brilliant, but he's also a dork and a failure that sometimes miscalculates the most obvious because he's too focused on his grand plan and the big picture.

And so when this guy starts kissing and licking and sucking Steve's chest as the first step in his perfectly planned 8 step romantic foreplay scenario of the evening, he immediately fucks it up by choking on a random hair curling at the back of his throat. He then spends next 5 minutes trying to not puke as he is showing his whole hand into his mouth in an effort to fish the curly thing, that has meantime wedged itself between his molars, out.

Meanwhile Steve is shaking curled with head between his knees, soundlessly wheezing with a laughter, already getting purple in face because he can't breathe. And so can't I. They are such an impossible disaster.

Even weeks later, whenever Steve remembers the scene, he does an uncoordinated hand motion towards Eddie and then his mouth and bends over in a wheezing cackle, tears in eyes and everyting. Eddie usually just, turns red, groans, covers his face with both hands, then leans forehead first against the closest vertical surface, because he's never living this one down, is he?

The only other person who knows what this is about is Robin, because Steve tattled to her afterwards (it took him over an hour long phone call full of whiney high pitched laugh-incoprehensible half sentences to explain what happened) who immediately joins Steve, while the rest of the gang is just standing there staring blankly like "???? WTF????"

Thiis has me giggling and rolling around in my bed !! this is exactly what my sick little brain needed.

Steve frames the chest hair that Eddie pulls out of his mouth bcs 1: the whole situation was hilarious and he needs a forever reminder of it and 2: that had to be his longest chest hair on record, he needs to keep it to remember the glorious achievement.

Eddie makes up a different story each time someone asks about the random framed piece of hair that sits perched on their fireplace; 'it's the hair of our first child' 'I found it in Walmart and grew attached' 'it's my bellybutton hair'.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Could I get something for eyeless jack with an s/o who's also a demon?

Not the same as him and definitely more human looking, but they are definitely NOT human

What if they fed off human emotions instead of human flesh? Would he get along better with another demon or would he be kind of put off?

Would he feel differently if they turned into a demon in a similar fashion to him

Eyeless Jack x reader whos a demon who feeds off human emotion!

ooooo this one is going to be interesting because while i do call jack a demon i dont think he is one.. at least not fully yet.. i mean oh yeah hes definitely cursed with something in my sillay hc but shrugs; sometimes labels are overrated that said i hope you enjoy this anon!

oh he would be so so put off. like yeah sure he knows he has no where to speak since hes literally slowly turning into something that cant be called human. he admits that he doesnt have much room to speak when it comes to others, but he mostly says that in the face of humans... but to a demon? ohhoho this is going to be interesting

i think a lot of times in the beginning hes going to be very wary of you and maybe even avoid you, its going to take some time for the two of you to get to know one another and get on speaking terms... its probably going to take a real hard shove to bring you two together

while im getting into this i may as well drop my personal lore on demon/non human creepypasta characters that may or may not change a lot of things

i know i brought this up before in a few posts, primarily my zalgo post

anyways tldr; zalgo made all the non human characters in the universe and/or planted a means to make them non human (ex. giving ben the means to come back as a ghost, providing the thing thats fucking up ej, ect ect) i think the only real exception is laughing jack since he was made to be good originally before following in the steps of the kid he was assigned to. shrugs. characters like the proxies get roped in my another character (ex. masky and the others by slenderman); while characters like jeff are your regular old krillers. non human/demon stuff just IS in thiis universe, simply another piece of nature blah blah yeah

^so naturally if we're following that hc for this post the reader falls under this... but even if you dont, you didnt really ask to be a demon , much like jack didnt

ponders

i dont think you can feed off his emotions even if you wanted to/tried, i think after a certain point he stops being considered and recognized as human

GOD can you imagine him receiving that news? he decides to give himself up so you can feed only for you both to discover that hes no longer an option. like an official sign that hes too far gone

though i think overall he tries to push for you guys to eat separately; outside of his offer he doesnt really want to know how you feed... and he doesnt want you to see how he feeds (for obvious reasons)

ponders

i think you would be safe when he goes a lil feral during his feeding/hunger frenzies since he knows youre not a human and/or can still sense youre not even when hes not mentally there fully so hey look at it this way! the chance of him attacking you is very low

back to actual relationship stuff i think it would be a very tense relationship for the first chunk

oooo imagine you tell him about the whole zalgo thing and kind of provide him with knowledge of whats going on; i mean jack is still very much in the dark about a lot of stuff regarding the topic and who knows it might build some trust (winks)

as for that last bit in your request... what if you werent born a demon or created? what if you were in a similar situation as him?

while i do think he would have some sympathy and you guys might possibly bond over having similar trauma; but i think. at least on jacks end. it would serve too much of a reminder of what happened to him

it sounds horrible, and he acknowledges its a horrible thing to think and feel but he cant stop that feeling.. he wouldnt exactly fully turn his back on you, but i do think he would hold his distance at least a little longer than the other option as a means to protect himself mentally

its harsh but it is what it is (slaps ej. this bad boy can hold so much angst potential)

[little-birdseeker]

Growing Wings - Ch.11 - Growing Wings

[<- Chapter 10: Pinky Promise]

The sun was just peeking over the horizon, and Isabelle was watching it in awe. It had been some time since she had watched the sun rising. This would be the last time for a while, wouldn’t it? To see it rise from the ocean, to shine its light over her home once again. Would she miss it? Well… maybe a little bit. So she made sure to keep this one, this beautiful sunrise in her mind for as looong as she could!!

But soon enough, she had to continue her patch through the empty streets of Limsa Lominsa. Everyone was still asleep now - well, except for all the pirates and thieves and such. But for her everyone was still asleep!

“Oh, Isa, is that you? What are you doing here this early?”, a familiar voice called her out.

“Oh, uhhh… Good mooorning Forwin!”, she waved at him, unsure how to respond. He should have been asleep! Like everyone was!

“Morning! Oh, look at you, you look so… grown up. So your time for leaving this city has come, huh?”

“Uhh, what do you meaaan?”, Isabelle laughed nervously. How did he-?

“Haven’t I told you? When you have seen so many younglings come and go like I have, you recognize them.”

As Forwin talked, he stepped into her path, blocking her way through, before she even grasped the idea of just dashing through.

“You have said goodbye to Luca and Miara, haven’t you? And your siblings as well? Can’t remember them standing up that early…” “I haaave!!”, Isabelle answered, accepting that he had seen through her. At least the part of her leaving Limsa!

“So they woke up just to say goodbye? And let you go?”

“Uh…”

“Your ears are twitching, Isa. I know when you are not honest”, Forwin sighed. He knew her way too much! Totally unfair!

“I, uuuhm… have left a leeetter!” “Just a letter? Not even telling them beforehand?” “Nooo! I told them weeeeks ago that I want to leeeave! And I spent the eeentire evening with them!”

She could hear Forwin sigh - the usual with people around her. And she was far too used to it to even notice the implications of it.

“And it flies just above their heads, as usual… Isa, honestly, what were you even thinking? That this is right?”

It hurt to hear this. She had talked so much with R’namo about it! Planned weeks ahead! Discussed the best way to do this! All by herself! And, well, with the help of the others, of course, but most of it were her ideas! And… and… it haaad to be right! It haaad to!!

“What eeelse was i supposed to do?!”, she shouted at the man in her way. “They… they would have neeever-!”

“Because they care about you! Isa, I can understand very well why you want to leave, but you can’t leave just on a whim!”

“I am nooot leaving on a whim! I taaalked with them! I aaasked them abooout it! And they said nooo! So i planned with Jooon and Naaamo and-”

“Namo? You mean R’namo? Who took you into the rogues guild?”, Forwin interrupted her. And he seemed surprised by it as well.

“Yeees! She helped me a looot!”

“I see… haven’t talked with her in a while… So how has she helped you?”

“She, uhhh… fiiirst she made sure that I am weeell prepared for the journey! So I can go around by myseeelf, know some things about Ul’daaah, pack all thiiings I need… we talked about the best tiiime to leave, what to do about maaa and paaa…”

“Ul’dah? So that’s your goal?” “Mhm!! That’s what Naaamo and Jooon recommeeended!” “The weavers guild, huh?” Isa nodded a lot, as the old fisherman grew more thoughtful with every word she said.

“They gave you the recommendation for your gear as well, did they?” “They diiid! They will neeever find the knifes i am hiding!” “You-?! Yeah, sounds like they trained you well. And you are sure you want to go? Are you ready to leave everything behind? Ready to not see your family for a while?”

“I, uhm… uuuh… no, I miiiss them already. A liiittle bit. But I haaave to go! So I can leeearn and make them proooud! You wiiill see that, when I return!! Just yeeesterday I attuned myself to the biiig aetheryte, and it wooorked!!”

“What?! Huh… they never let you try that in the first place, huh? But in that case you sure sound ready to see the world. Well, not that I could hope to stop you, but… but it’s good to know you are in good hands.”

“So you dooon’t object me leaving?”

“Not anymore. Just… give me a second. Your birthday was like a week ago, wasn’t it?”

“Oooh, mhm! Got eeeighteen summers old!!” “Oh, so old already. Do you have another minute for this old man?”

“Uhh… i need to get to the shiiip… but if it’s just a miiinute…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick. Now let’s see…”

Forwin went out of the way to his ship, where he rummaged through his stuff for some time. Until Isabelle could hear him full of joy. “Ah, there it is! I knew I had this one still around.”

With a soft smile he came back to the grown kitten and presented her some kind of pendant. A small shell, hanging on a leather strip.

“Here. Happy birthday, Isabelle. May it protect you from any storm, may it guide you to your goals, and may it be a remembrance of your home. I know, it’s a bit late, but I hope it’s okay.”

“Ohhh! It’s sooo beautiful!! It’s shimmering in the suuun light, in aaall the colors! What a beeeautiful shell!”

Carefully, Isabelle took the pendant and put it around her neck.

“Thank you sooo much Forwin!” “No need to thank me, Isabelle. Just promise me something. Take care of yourself, okay? And write me a letter after you have arrived in Ul’dah, okay?” “Oookay! You wiiill get a letter as well! Like mooom and daaad will!!”

“Oh, so you intend to write them as well? I bet they will be happy to hear from you as well.” “Mhm! But nooow i have to ruuun! Before i miss the shiiip!” “Oh, right. Sorry for making you wait. Go forth, Isabelle. Have a good journey!” “Bye byyye!!”, Isabelle waved before she started running. No time to lose! The ship wasn’t waiting for sure, that’s what Namo had told her more than once!

-

“Isa! There you are! Haven’t I told you-”, R’namo wanted to scold her pupil, but was immediately cut off by the catgirl. “Sooorry! Fooorwin was on the dooocks and he had to taaalk to me and-” “So that’s where the necklace comes from, huh?”, Jonathan asked, standing behind R’namo, even though there was no way he could have hidden there, with his head well above the Miqo’te.

“Mhm! A biiirthday present! Aaand to protect me!”

“Oh, the old man… should visit him later, I guess. Bet he misses me.”

“Certainly”, Jonathan laughed together with Isabelle.

“But now, hurry up. It’s nearly time. You got everything, Isa?” “I went aaall over the list yesterady! Thriiice!”

“Good good. Parents are informed?” “Leeetter is placed! With Riiicky guarding it!” “Ricky? You left-? Well, who else is better suited for that than your plush chocobo, right? And, evening well spent?” “Aaall evening spent with mom and dad, yes!”

“Wanna take a look back? A last one? Will take some time for you to get back.”

With heavy nodding, Isabelle turned around, a last time. The sun already shone onto the white rocks, as it had left the ocean a few minutes ago - or at least, that’s what it had looked like, like every day in this town. This was her home. The home she was leaving. But as much as she loved this view, it was time to go.

Isabelle gave both the rogues the biggest - and also probably softest - hug she could, before being escorted to the entry of ship.

“Take care, Isa”, R’namo said. “Always remember what we teached you.” “Don’t forget to talk to Momodi first”, Jonathan added.

“I wiiill, prooomise!”

“And please, Isa. Promise me you will visit us when you come back one day, okay?” “Of cooourse i will! Piiinky Promise!” “Pinky Promise!”

The Pinkies of the Miqo’te met, sealing another important promise. As if she could ever not get back to the people who had helped her so much.

“Now then. Get onto the ship, before Jonathan starts crying.” “Wha-? Hey, YOU told me you have to keep it together so you wouldn’t cry at this moment!”

“What? Me? Never! You know me, right, Isa?”

“Of cooourse, you would neeever!”, Isabelle had to laugh. Those two, she would miss them just as much as everything else here. Another short hug occured, before Isabelle finally set foot into the ship. From within she waved again and rushed to the upper deck, just to wave down from it even more.

The waving did not even stop as the ship started. Instead, Isabelle waved as long as could, looking back at the continuously shrinking city. This was it. The step into her future. Into an unknown future, maybe, but it was hers, and hers alone. And even though there were tears running down her cheeks, she hadn’t been more determined about it at any time before.

She would make them proud!

All of them! Just you see!

She had become a big girl, after all!

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(Thanks for reading <3 I hope you enjoyed it! More will be added the coming days and are linked here and on Isabelles story page!)

[Epilogue: Journey's End ->]

[sneezygiant]

Larry huffed and kicked a pile of leaves as he walked by. Why had he agreed to this? His pride? The fact that Kenny was going to pay him 20 bucks, along with the promise of a meal? Probably a bit of both, while leaning more towards the food. Larry loved food, just thinking about it had his mouth watering a bit.

 Larry had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. “Ken wants that pawdemonium flower as quickly as I can find em.” He huffed as he got into all fours, starting to sniff around the forest floor. “That's if they truly fell outta the cockpit.” He added on with a bit of a scowl, before simply shaking his head and continuing to search.

 The search seemed to go on forever, and worse yet Larry had not found a single flower, earth born nor Kittian.

 Just as he was about to say ‘fuck this’ and give up, he tripped over a tree root and tumbled down a hill not previously seen. He landed with a thud at the bottom, a golden cloud arising. He had landed in a field of flowers.

 Larry couldn't help but scrunch up his face as he sat up, his pink nose twitching as he unintentionally breathed in the clouds of pollen.

 He brought up a golden paw, one that was supposed to be white, to try to rub the blooming tickle away. It didn't work. In Fact it made things much worse.

 “H-hiiih…” Larry gave a hitch, lazily hovering a paw in front of his face. His ears laying back. “HIIIH!” A second gasp, making Larry tilt his head back, red eyes being forced to close. Nostrils flaring wide, leading into a massive-

 

 “Hih-...hih’DSHHhoue!...snfff….heeh….heh….heh’DSSshiiiEW! HUUH'DSHIEEW!” fit of three sneezes that he released openly past his awaiting paw. Larry sniffled heavily as he staggered to four paws, blinking tears out of his eyes. 

 His efforts were futile, he took just a couple staggering steps forward before his breath caught again. He tried to fight it by shaking his head from side to side, but it wouldn't work. 

  “Huuuuuh! … Uh’DSShhhhhiew!” A quick sneeze burst out of him, making him bow his head forward so much that he nearly fell forward. He shook his whole body with a groan, trying to desperately paw at his nose to get rid of the tickle. 

  “Hih! hhiiIIIiih…. HIH’SHHOU! ‘DSHIEEW!!! uuuunnnghh” another two sneezes, followed by a groan. 

 Larry gave a small whimper, looking around at the sea of flowers. With no other choice, Larry started to run. In no particular direction. He just needed to get out of there.

  

Larry continued to sneeze as he ran, nearling tripping himself each time. He could barely see, nor could he scent properly. 

  After nearly making it though the field of flowers, one sneeze finally had Larry tumbling head over heels.

  “Hiiihhh….hiiih! Hiiih’DSHIEW….!”

He landed in his stomach with a small groan, forcing his eyes open as he gave a huff. He smacked the nearest flower with his claws out of frustration, before giving a soft gasp. It was the flower he needed.

It was vaguely in the shape of a cat's paw, though it had petals like a rose that shone a bright blue.

 “Fi’d’ally” he caterwauled in a congested voice, giving a thick sniffle as he plucked the flower with his left front paw. He held the flower away from his face so as to not breathe in more of the irritating pollen, as he got up on his hind legs, making it a couple of yards out of the flower field.

Larry felt grateful not to be surrounded by the colorful fauna  anymore, but he still had a lingering itch in his nose. He glared at the flower in his paw, knowing that it was the culprit.

  

“K-ken better pay m-muuuh..me double for th-thiis. Snff! Or maybe tri-hiiiiih! Hiih….hih- Hih'DSHHieew! She's definitely gonna have to pay me triple for this… with two, no! Three meals!” He grumbled to himself around a sneeze, heading off to Kenny's to deliver the flower, and more importantly get his rewards.

[guangchuans]

hi. i just. hehe need to distract myself from the horrors (living in a house that stopped being a home too long ago).

the use of ending fairies for guilty was so genius to me. how ending fairies are meant to be a quick break for the performing artist, to make a cute or fierce pose, a little send off before their stage ends. but the entire concept of guilty, in a way, is that the stage never ends for taemin. he has been in the public eye since a very young age, his puberty was essentially broadcasted, monetised too. he has spoken several times how the majority of his life he just spent working, spending all free time practising further, not "enjoying" life to the fullest – enjoyment is very subjective, yes, but taking into consideration the teen vogue interview among other interviews from since he has come back from the service, it really does seem that way – how even his "free time" was yet another piece of content.

and with guilty, with the concept of guilty (album not just the song), being so tied to voyeurism and the feeling of control lost... and how the ending fairies bring this aura to the performance of the deep awareness of being constantly watched. how in so many of them, he barely has the energy to pick up his gaze to look at the camera. this, almost, direct look at the audience, not as taemin just the person, but taemin the idol, taemin who just showed a choreo with a lot of exposed skin, but it was never abt the stomach, the abs, the skin. it was, once again, abut the feeling of loss of agency and control of your own body. how the hand doesn't seem to be his; or rather... the hand IS his, but he was not the one to decide on it – kind of like how in the mv, his hand is the one holding the gun, but he is not raising his arm by himself, he is not aiming by himself. his body becomes simply... a tool, for others, to move around and pose as they please – also, like in the mv, as the hands manhandle him, pointing his own finger-guns to his throat.

and when he does actually manage to bring his gaze up, it's so jarring. it shakes you to your core. you finally feel it. i shouldn't be here. i shouldn't have enjoyed it. it makes you take a step back, to think on what you actually just saw. there is a question in his look, asking "are you satisfied? was this enough? was this enough? will it ever be enough?" and the make up, a gentle one for this stage, with red around the eyes, made to look like puffy after crying.

i don't think i have an end with thiis thought really. i am just very fascinated by it, and i have loved the guilty stages. i am glad to be able to witness taemin growing as an artist like this. mwah.

[asimpwithfreetime]

no cause i had to block this one creator cause they kept cluttering the tags with rapey ass step dad jake fics to the point where i was wondering if they wanted to sleep with their father like its concerning

That’s the thiiing! I am not getting into anyone’s business but if they want to f their dad, I don’t need to know it

[tripleleijon]

Sollux let out a sigh of relief as she put the last touches on her program, running it one last time. She smiled. It worked perfectly. She got up, stretching out. Time for a treat, she decided. She briefly caught her reflection in a mirror, pausing for a second to brush through her hair with her hands. She had always been rather small, standing at only 5'2, and was often mistaken for a boy due to her thin and flat body, draped in a simple black shirt and jacket, as well as a pair of shorts. She turned away again, re-adjusting her glasses. That's good enough, she decided. She didnt have to look good anyway.

Turning back around, she made her way downstairs to her kitchen, looking around for what she hoped to find. Some pancakes, and some Honey to put on said pancakes. She grabbed the pancakes, throwing them into the microwave as she turned it on. As they spun inside their microwave prison, she began to look into the cabinets for the honey. Finding a small bottle, she frowned. the bottle was almost empty, and she seems to have pulled the label off. She tossed the thought, too tired to really care, as the beeping of the microwave distracted her. Quickly, she opened it to minimise its sound, retrieving the just-slightly-not-warm-enough pancakes as she grabbed a fork and made her way back upstairs. Putting on a video on the internet, the goldblood sat down as she opened the bottle, pouring all of it over the pancakes, and she began to eat.

The pancake was surprisingly good, she noticed, tingling a bit in her mouth as its sweet flavour filled it. She pulled herself away from the video as she looked at the pancakes again, taking another bite. And another, and another… and before long, the pancakes were located in the goldblood's stomach. She leaned back over, enjoying the lingering taste for a moment longer. As she leaned forwards again to maybe play some games or something, it suddenly hit her. The tingling feeling was still there. It had simply migrated with the pancakes, being located in her stomach. Slowly, it began to spread throughout her body, from the core of her stomach to the tips of her fingers. She looked down at herself, and let out a quiet gasp.

"what ii2 thii2?" she muttered to herself. Her shirt was already being stretched tightly along two breasts - breasts! -, riding upwards and exposing her midriff. Her jacket had ridden up too, and as she leaned back slightly she could feel the very top of her headrest touching her neck. Her thighs and legs were pushing outwards, touching one another as they slowly expanded towards the armrests. And it only seemed to be getting faster. She quickly got up out of her chair, her elongated legs hitting the desk as it fell over, the plate breaking into pieces. She bit her lip for a second. Hopefully her computer was okay. "What could have cau2ed thiis?" She wondered as her view continued to get pushe upwards. She tried to retrace her steps throughout today, before realisation struck her. The honey she grabbed. Of course! Sollux had been saving an especially potent kind of honey for her bees, hoping to increase her programming prowess, but it seemed that in her exhaustion she had grabbed the wrong bottle, and ingested all of it. She crouched down slightly, noticing the celing encroaching on her, as she made her way to the door. The crouching rapidly turned into her getting on her hands and knees as she reached out to it, opening it as she stuck an arm through, realising quickly that it had no use. The door was simply too small. "2hiit." she said, turning around as she crawled back through her room, resting against a wall. As she did so, she felt her expanding thighs rubbing against one another. *"at lea2t thii2 proviide2 2ome paddiing." she thought as she sat down, reaching a hand up as if trying to push the celing away from her growing self. She felt something hitting her leg - her recouperacoon, most likely - as it was pushed away into a corner. She quickly thought on what to do, curling up in the fetal position sideways as she kept growing larger. Her body was obscured from her by her chest, except for her tree-trunks of thighs, which were visible right around the edges, as the walls closed in on her. Her PC was pushed against the wall as she heard a wet squish, wincing at the destruction of her PC.

Room was beginning to run out. She felt her feet touching the opposite wall, despite her best effort to remain small, as her ass touched the wall behind her. With nowhere else to go, the pressure began to affect the building, loud creaking emerging from the wall as it began to crack. She thought quickly, and made a choice. She quickly put her hands on the wall behind her, attempting to push herself out. However, at this point her power was so great that the wall was like paper to her, crumbling as an enormous hand annihalated the room behind her. She then tried another option, kicking her legs forwards against the wall. With a loud crashing, the wall crumbled, pieces of debris disturbing the street below as two large legs burst out. From there, Sollux rolled to the side, breaking the floor above her as the very large - and very naked, her clothes having been destroyed by her growth a while ago - goldblood began her descent down onto the street, only getting larger as the enormous green wall next to her sped up. Eventually she landed with a enormous thud, her ass reducing the cars parked there to thin strips of metal as she sank a good foot or so into the pavement, cracks forming around the impact zone as parts of the ground were pushed up jaggedly. Sollux lied there for a moment, before slowly getting up as she rubbed her behind, feeling its expanded mass in her hands. Realising her situation, a deep golden blush appeared on her face, together with a splitting headache. The effect of consuming too much Mind Honey was a loss of control of psionics, and honey this powerful... She only barely had enough time to look up to at least attempt to minimise the damage before it bursted out, an enormous red and blue beam lighting up the entire city as it blasted through the tower she until shortly stood in, out into space. At the same time, her body surged outwards one last time as nearby lower-rise facilities were partially crushed under her enormous behind together with the cars and streetlights. Eventually, the blast stopped, and Solluxed closed her eyes for just a moment, panting. Eventually, they opened again, as she stood up and looked around. She looked up at her hiveplex, seeing the enormous hole she had blasted through it. Luckily, she noticed, it hadn't hit any of the hives attatched to the pillar. She weakly leaned against the tower to stabilise herself, cracks forming from the pressure she accidentally applied. She looked down past her chest, finding a large crowd gathering near her body with recording devices at the ready, but at this point she was too tired to care. "gonna have to call Nep." she said quietly.

[linuxgamenews]

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Gourdlets | Launch Trailer

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[rohhit]

humne milna thaa, she actually  excited bcoz baarish wala mausam

Thaa...6 30 milne ka time thaa bt usne coffee order ki hui thii...maine biscuits lene thee coz kamini bhua ne le liye thee kl so fr lichi bouquet bhi lena thaa...mai chaat lekar ja rha tha bt isne khaa coffee mangaa li hai jldi aa jana...fr mujhe samj na aaye maine sandwich try krne ke soche but they take plenty of time for preparation..sabh krte krte 7 bj gyee...aur voh 6 30 ki nikl gyii huii ...mai kitna fudu insaan hu na...fr mai.                           pahuncha and there she is. Mai.                   ek time ke liye chup she is lookin.                  breathtaking..that marron kurta.                with black leggings enddd...then.                  meri nazar padi face pe i.                              thought bindi i thought illusion.                     then i again checked voh sach.                      mai bindi thiii...mtlb.                                       khatam...then maine usse.                             biscuits diye she literally hugged.                  me...i cant explain that.                                  feeling...she is so warm..i never.                    feel this before..then we to verka.               drink coffee eat...yrr kya hai.                      voh...usne pehle ki kaha thaa.                       tyaar rehna aaj kaafi walk krnii.                 hai...fr hum nikl pade ..after.                       some time baarish shuru ho.                           gyii..hum library ke pass chale.                      gyee..udhr kaafi jyada fast.                         shuru ho gyii...hum 5 minute.                         khade rahe fr baith gye...we talk ,               talk about many things uss time.                   for me time is stopped...around 9.                hum uthe barish ruk gyii.                                 thii...hum nikle bt paani kaafi.                     bhar chuka thaa...hum nikle its.                   like hume task mil gya bike tk sahi.               pahunchna...bike ke pass.                               pahunchne wale thee then i.                         checked in rasta ki keys toh nahi.                 hai..thodi fati...nhi thii..humne.                   socha udhr hi hogi library.                               pass...vapis sare mud vgerah se.                    nikle chabi nhii...fati thodi.                           aurr...verka hogi ha verka hogi.                     udhr khaya peeya bhi thaa udhr hi              hogi...udhr bhi pahunche..nhi                        thii...she fucking steps in mud to                 find chabi no matter what...bt ab                 major fat chuki...then she                             manifest ki bike mai lagi...and i.                   was like yeahh you're right...now.                  we're starting to see worst case.                    scenario voh humne purse nhi diya               na tabhii...bike ke pass pahunche                 chabi udhr hi lagii thii..we fuckin                 jumped in happiness...yeh kaafi.                 late ho chuki thii...i said i drop u she            said nhi mai chali jaungii..bt yeh                  maan gyii and she get on bike...first            time with me...then i drop outside                 colonyy..and fuckk one of the best               day just ended.

[agoldenplum]

Some suggestion s cause I want to.

The

Mini Moke 1964

An actual production car. I love its fake jeep ness the way it looks like a cartoon.

How about instead of the delorin the

1988 Italdesign Aztec

Only 8 were made and it looks dumb and sporty. In my opinion better then a prius.

Or for a terrible step foward. The

1978 Purvis Eureka

Thats correct it lifts the whole top up for u to get out. Like an ridiculous one upmanship.

If the film was made in Britain with British characters I like the

2018 Morgan 4/4

This is a production car. This is a car with all modern equipment's but with the body of a vintage car.

If back to the future was made as a tv show like the big bang I would like a copy of the

1974 Vanguard-Sebring CitiCar

It was produced between 1974-1977.  Did not go very fast but we can hand wave thiis. I like it because it to looks like a cartoon for the real world.

Also, if there was a one time use back up car for shinagins I would like it to be the.

1965 Peel Trident

A one seater I love its look plus to put writing constraints to solve problem with a back up car. But only one person can go.

[searxws]

WAITING, IN THE SKY ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ pt 2!

pt.1

pairing: jason carver x reader

summary: after seeing y/n almost die because of vecna, jason decides to help the group of teens defeat the demon. however, what turn of events will thiis cause?

warnings: lowercase intended. as per usual chrissy never dated jason in this fic bc idk how to write that and jason isn't an ass in this and can actually let people speak.

word count: 1.1k

"what the hell is he doing here." said an angry eddie, who was sheltered under skull rock.

"he's here to help." said dustin. "it happened to y/n and he saw. he's been helping us since yesterday morning." he finished, trying to sway eddie, to make him understand.

meanwhile, jason and y/n stood off to the side. her head was buried in his chest and his arms were encasing her protectively. his chin rested on her head that was positioned so she was able to see eddie and everyone else. nancy handed eddie some food and water.

the night before they'd visited the creel house, finding out some hard news. nobody in the group was exactly sure how to tell eddie. earlier that morning they'd found out patrick had also been cursed by vecna and had unfortunately died. jason had been beyond devastated that he wasn't there for his friend, so now he and y/n were mutually comforting each other.

"when i got to the shore i tried calling you guys, but uh.. my walkie was busted." said eddie, taking a drink from the canteen of water. "so i did the thing that i do now apparently! i ran." he commented with malice in his tone.

"do you know what time this was? the attack." said nancy, as dustin branched off from the group.

"i know the exact time actually, my walkie wasn't the only thing that got soaked." he confirmed, tossing his watch to y/n.

"9:27." she spoke.

"same time our flashlights went out." said jason.

"which means what exactly?" questioned steve.

"that surge of energy.. was vecna attacking patrick." y/n answered, feeling sorrowful for bringing it up in front of jason again.

"well.. we're one step closer. we know how vecna attacks." said robin, trying to bring up the mood a bit.

"and where he attacks from." lucas added.

"so, now we just need to sneak into his lair in the upside down and drive a stake through his heart." max planned.

"if he even has one." jason said. he out of everyone in the group was affected most by the deaths. first one of his friends, then another, and now the girl he loved? no way would he let vecna get away with that.

"a stake, is he like a vamp- is he a vampire?" said steve, becoming progressively more scared.

"it was a metaphor." max said, her tone calling him a dumbass.

"a bullet should work on him, right?" eddie questioned.

"lets chop his head off." said lucas and y/n simultaneously. the pair looked at each other, their eyes saying "smart."

"all of the above. but we can't do any of that until we find a way into the upside down." nancy said. everyone was immediately stressed.

"we need el to get her powers back." said y/n referencing the girl who was like her sister.

"yeah, everything was so much easier when we had her. we knew this girl, she had like-" steve got cut off.

"super powers, yeah you mentioned her." said jason. eddie had been thinking the same thing.

"hey, hendersons not uh, cursed right?" eddie said, referencing the boy who was pacing back and forth and muttering under his breath.

"no hes not cursed. mental? absolutely." steve said.

"BOOOOOM!" dustin screamed, startling everyone else in the group. "bada bada boom.....i was RIGHT! skull rock was north." he said. y/n and jason couldn't believe he was still on this, there were more important matters at hand.

"seriously? this is skull rock! okay? you're 100% wrong." steve yelled at dustin.

"yes, and no. this compass worked correctly when we left the wheelers. it was correct when we got in the car on curly. but it started to slip the further east we went... now it's way off. when i was leading us here, i wasn't wrong the compass was." dustin said in monologue form.

"you're using faulty equipment. you're still wrong." said jason, becoming annoyed with the boy.

"except it isn't faulty. lucas you remember what can affect a compass?" dustin questioned.

"an electromagnetic field." he said, coming to a realization.

"yep. in the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power." as soon as dustin said that, nancy, max, and y/n realized what he was onto.

"so either there's so super big magnet around here or.. there's a gate." y/n finished for dustin.

"but that doesn't make sense? we're nowhere near the lab." nancy questioned.

"but what if, somehow theres another gate. one that we don't know about. it'd be way less powerful." dustin said.

"how- why?" steve asked.

"no idea. all i know is something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we've seen something like it, it was a gate. and i really hope it is because then we'd have a chance at freeing max and y/n from this curse." dustin said, proceeding to walk off and back down the hill.

"where are you going? last time i checked eddie is still a wanted man? we can't just go for a hike in the woods dude." said jason.

"this little steel capsule might be a way to save max, y/n, and eddie." dustin said, emphasizing the and.

"what say you, eddie the banished?" dustin asked.

"i say you're asking me to follow you into mordor, which if i'm totally straight with you, i think is a really bad idea. but the shire is burning, so mordor it is." eddie said. his seeming DnD reference caused dustin to jump up and down happily like a little girl.

with that, their group began descending back to earth from skull rock. jason and y/n held hands the entire time, sticking behind most of the group, only lucas and max remained behind them.

"so, y/n listen.." jason said, grabbing y/n's attention.

"i was thinking, maybe when all of this is over.. i could take you out? like, on a date." jason said, anyone in their right mind could see that he was nervous.

"really? you'd actually want to?" y/n questioned. she'd always wanted to be with jason, so you really couldn't blame her for being suprised.

"yeah? i mean, i guess i've always really liked you, you know? like, romantically." he said.

"well.. then yes, jason. i'd love to go out with you." y/n said. her words made jason's face light up, and for the rest of the walk, they made their plans. they'd meet on friday and go to a small diner at the edge of hawkins. jason would pick her up at 7. the pair was beyond excited, but for now, they had to fight some demons.

yayyyy! part twoo! i hope you guys enjoy, please feel free (as always) to send questions and comments in my questions box!

(reblogs and comments are appriciated! <3)