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hibiscuswolverine · 1 year

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Updated Gaiden lore time + my silly thoughts naegiri week edition please don’t go harass this author over this, also this not meant to ridicule the author.

Chapter 1

Overtime (They’re fiances in this)

-Kyoko is still willing to stick her fingers into things with odd looking residue and taste it glad to know shes still abit weird (it was civet coffee)

-If makoto drinks a shit ton of Civet coffee, enough to create a little arch around him when he’s resting head down on the table. His bed wetting habit will reappear.

-Makoto is the Headmaster, the school might be open? Not sure tbh.

-The coffee connoisseur is surprised at how much caffeine a 5’3 man can consume to finish paperwork and considers either locking her coffee supply cabinet or getting him decaf, when she should invest in getting him redbull or monster energy or speed one of the three.

Chapter 2

Snooze (Married, Kyoko is pregnant with Kiki)

- Apparently Kiki can hear her parents in the womb??(Not sure how many months along she is) He told her gently to stop moving so she doesn’t wake Kyoko and she listened. And later in the fic she ‘responsed’ to kyoko when she asked her a question by moving around.

-Dutiful House husband Makoto yipee!! He can cook!!! He cooked her a hearty breakfast of delectable Fish, soup, rice, and pickles. No he didn’t cook butt naked in an apron.

-The dynamic wasn’t always like this; Kyoko used to be the one who watch him sleep in the morning, and she would cook breakfast. Makoto just thinks she should be able to relax bc she worked so hard all her life and she deserves to sleep in.

-”Though she could never quite grow used to being the last one to awaken from her snoozing, she had learned to appreciate the perks of their reversed roles.“ Girl if you want this man to make you breakfast every morning and shit just literally ask, he will fucking do anything for you😭

Chapter 3

Past/Future (takes place during Kiki’s last year of high school)

- So. Shukiki (Shuichi x Kiki) is a thing.

- “Kizakura tells me that ever since the…Akafuku incident…Kyoko’s been a lot happier. You’ve done a lot to make her smile and embrace her emotions. Between that and saving her life, I owe you a debt of gratitude I can never repay.” Your daughter might be an alternative Jin.

-Apparently Kiki brings out the best in shuichi just like Makoto did kyoko back during when they were in Hope’s Peak (the school not KG)

-Despite the present saying both kyoko and Makoto are still young (Kyoko is referred to as the Young matriarch). Though she is still considered a young woman even in the flashback. SO how old are they in the present? Cause even Kiki is referred to as a young woman (she’s probably either 18 or maybe 19), so the two would have to be at the beginning of being middle aged I presume.

-“It’s amazing how much he can clear the air, once one allows themselves to be receptive to his charms…” Makoto the ultimate air purifier confirmed.

-“Hard at work, you two?” Kyoko teased, walking in with a tray of cookies. “It’s good that you’re working so hard on your exams, but don’t push yourselves too hard. That can be just as dangerous for your mind as forgoing studying at all.” Quite Ironic you of all people would say this Kyoko. (Also both her and Makoto made these cookies)

-When meeting Makoto’s parents, Kyoko was so nervous about making a good impression that she seemed awkward and shy.

-Kyoko nodded in understanding. “Now that you mention it…I do see certain parallels between our past and their present…” Her lips tugged into a smile as she held her fingertips to her lips. “…And if all goes well, their future.” Good Job! You’re going to jinx it!

Chapter 4

locked in/out (takes place during Kiki’s high school years but not her final year.)

-This is an actual Shukiki chapter. Very much so of a Less Naegiri chapter in a naegiri challenge week fanfic.

-What happened? Tsumugi, gonta and kirumi locked shuichi and Kiki in a closet because tsumugi says they’ll confess their love for one another because that always works in fiction. (Basically seven minutes in heaven but like not really) Gonta accidentally broke the closet key and now they have to ask the Naegis for help.

-Gonta tried to ask Kiki out at one point but it failed to woo her.

-Tsumugi is really advocating hard for these two to get together.. Girl.

-Tsumugi huffed, then turned to Gonta with sparkling eyes. “What about you, Gonta? You want Kiki to be happy, right? Don’t you want to make sure she finds her special someone?”

“…Yes, Gonta wants to make sure Kiki finds a boy she likes…” Gonta sighed. “Gonta knows he wasn’t the right boy for Kiki…so the least Gonta can do is help her act on her crush with Saihara-kun!” :((( DON’T SAY THAT GONTA HOLD YOURSELF TO HIGHER STANDARDS. She just couldn’t understand your rizz, it's her loss.

-Gonta had enough strength to break the key to the closet, so in theory couldn’t gonta have used his strength to break down the door and free them or break the lock??

-Kyoko is still scary according to Tsumugi (with stories from Kiki and other students) , I don’t think I believe that especially in the gaiden universe. That woman is not scary.

-“Mom!” Kiki grinned, leaping to her feet and practically tackling her mother in a grateful hug.

Kyoko winced, but smiled and patted her daughter on the back. “I think you’re getting a little big to be tackling your mother like that, am I wrong?” Kyoko shut up😭

-This chapter has done nothing to make want to ship Shuichi and kiki together.

Chapter 5

Autumn (Still during kiki’s time in high school, they’re in their thirties)

- Makoto has been managing the school for 20 years at this point???

-“Indeed.” Kyoko nodded. “And you’ve done a wonderful job of following in your father’s footsteps.”

Makoto’s smile radiated with joy. “It always warms my heart to know that I’ve done a good job as Jin Kirigiri’s true successor…and the fact that I’m acknowledged as his son.” Makoto sir buddy, don’t you mean son in law?????? You already have a dad and mom?????

-Kyoko has made peace with her father at some point, and is glad that she was able to assure her husband that he had more than filled their father's shoes. (yes that is the correct pronoun I took it straight from the fic)

-Oh they were out celebrating her birthday in the park btw.

Chapter 6

First Encounter (Takes place after her fic “New transfer student?!”)

- They’re still the headmaster and vice-headmistress in this btw

- They’re at prison having a chitchat with Junko’s would-be successor: Akki Tamonozan. To try and understand what kind of person would want to be mini junko and basically do dr1 again.

- Makoto can be more intimidating than Kyoko when the situation demands for it,

-Oh this Akki girl also took over Kiki’s middle school. She wanted to continue Junko’s legacy, harm Kiki and try to start a second tragedy.

-Akki found out about Kiki’s school through online forums just like Makoto did with his classmates.

-Why was Kiki the target you might ask? Here’s the answer: Akki shrugged. “It would’ve been way too tough to go after either of you, and the conditions that led to the original Tragedy didn’t exist at the new Hope’s Peak, so I went for the next best thing. If only Shirogane hadn’t kept me at arm’s length by offering herself up as a sacrificial lamb, I could have made her fall into despair. Well, Shirogane ended up being a good henchwoman until Kiki snapped her out of it, so I guess it wasn’t a total loss. Seeing how scared she was for her friend was a real source of satisfaction, you know?”

-She doesn’t regret any this obv

-Makoto was still hoping there was something different about her that would allow for some level of redemption if she was given the proper rehabilitation but he found none. But he did find she was a coward.

Day7

Class! (Taking place during Kiki’s highschool years)

- I’m pretty sure one of you can teach a class of students, you both don’t need to be there. There is no purpose for both you being there.

-How convenient they are teaching their daughter’s English lit class.

-It does not take two people to teach teenagers about the great gatsby,

-“HUH?! Kiki’s eyes threatened to bulge out of her head. YOU’RE TEACHING MY ENGLISH LITERATURE CLASS?!

“Yes, Miss Naegi, we are indeed teaching your class.” Kyoko answered with a smirk, as though she could read her daughter’s mind.

Makoto sweatdropped as Kiki seemed to shrink in her seat, trying in vain to hide her embarrassed blush. The other students quietly snickered at seeing the Princess of Hope’s Peak Academy embarrassed by her own mother, though Shuichi had the grace to only show an amused, yet sympathetic smile. Makoto again gestured with his hands to put a stop to it.” This is not giving humor but whatever you say fanfic. Also why are you not being an awkward guy makoto this isn’t makoto.

-Makoto did most of the teaching while Kyoko just observed and stated the next homework assignment. I guess Kyoko teasing Kiki during the beginning of class was her teaching lol?

Its over no more gaiden lore updates right now! lmao anyway I think i wanna participate in Naegiri week next year and make it sad yahoo!

#not putting this in the main tag #this is just for fun lol #gaiden lore

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kokomochi · 2 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐀 𝐕𝐔 | 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

"𝙞'𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮."

years have passed and just when you thought that ten years are enough for her to forget her first love- it wasn't, nor does it look like she'll move on anytime soon. with her business spiraling down, her father hired her a new secretary in hopes to save the business. what she and her secretary thought was a simple office relationship, turned into something even more.

10. will they?

you might think 'oh, now that they finally understand their own feelings, they should confess and get together now- right?'

well, that's where you're wrong my dear readers. because as much as the two dumb adults think about each other all of the damned time- they actually don't have the courage to confess their feelings.

kokonoi hajime thinks that he's going a little bit too fast if he'll ever tell the young manager about his feelings- and he isn't even sure if she likes him back!

l/n y/n wants to confess but couldn't find the right time to do so, always being busy with paperwork to even think about ways on how she would tell her dear assistant about her undeniable love for him.

what a load of bullshit.

you have a man here who works for a criminal organization and a woman who owns her own company- how the fuck do they not have the strength to tell each other 'hey, i like you. wanna date?'

so, what's been going on the past week if the two haven't confessed just yet? well, it's quite simple- the tension never leaving the office even if they tried.

it's not the type of tension that is uncomfortable however, it's the type of tension that just makes you want to burst your heart out.

the two of them could sense that the other has something to say- but even when they ask about it it just turns into a long and... not very assuring silence, to say the least.

to the silver-haired male, it seems as though y/n has been avoiding any sort of contact with him- whether that be eye contact, a small conversation, or even just physical contact with him. this makes the man wonder whether or not he should confess.

when in reality, the young woman was just busy with all of the things concerning the company.

and to top it all off, the news about her mother and her husband being sent to prison was sort of her breaking point- and work is the only thing that keeps her mind off of everything that's happening.

in his dark, narrow eyes- it may seem that she's avoiding him because of the kiss, and god help the poor man because he's about to break.

kokonoi was aware that he shouldn't have done that, but thinking back to that night under the dark, moonless sky- he wouldn't be aware of his feelings towards her in the first place.

but what was bothering her?!

fine, if she won't tell him then it's up to detective kokonoi hajime to solve the case.

right now the assistant was sitting on the sofa chair in front of her, logbook in hand that covered half of his face- eyes trained to her tired figure with a calculating gaze.

with a pen clutched between her (s/c) fingers, signing paper after paper- ink staining her pinky as she sighed for the nth time today.

her eyes landed on her mug beside her, reaching out for it in hopes that the caffeine will kick in and give her enough energy to last for the rest of the afternoon.

however, even before she can take a sip from her drink- kokonoi held a hand in front of it and took it away from her. this resulted in y/n looking at him with a tired glare, even though she likes him that doesn't mean that he's exempted from her well known death 'glare'.

"what are you doing?" she asked, the silver-haired man walking towards the drink station and switched out her mug of coffee into a glass of iced water.

"your hands are already shaking because of the caffeine that you consumed." he placed the cup in front of her, careful in handling it to avoid the condensation from dripping down onto the documents below.

the young woman said nothing, looking at the wobbling ice in her cup with a long gaze.

y/n didn't know why kokonoi would go through simple things such as getting her a cup of water when she can just get it all on her own? does he see her as a dependent woman? if so then she's got a bone to pick with him.

"i could've gotten it myself-"

"as your assistant, it is my job to ensure that you're in good shape." he said, silver hair cascading down his shoulders as he leaned in closer to the woman.

dark bags looking like parasites under her (e/c) eyes, but even with such obvious flaw- he couldn't help but still find her gorgeous.

y/n was flustered at the little space between them, wanting nothing more than to scoot back because of her embarrassment.

"what are you doing?" she asked, eyes narrowing down at his figure who pulled back with a hum.

it wasn't new news that kokonoi hajime is a very hard-working man- and seeing the (h/c) haired woman persevere through mountains of work with no breaks makes him fall for her even more.

but he was also aware that the body needs rest for it to function properly, setting the bulb above him to spark up.

"you did enough for the day miss manager, let's go take a walk."

"but that was barely anything, i haven't even started with the-" y/n was cut off when the silver-haired man walked around her table and went behind her, feeling the familiar weight of her blazer as he draped it on her shoulders.

under normal circumstances where she's all well rested and mind functioning properly, she would've blushed at such contact- but right now she's all confused and dazed.

"where are you taking me?" she asked, feeling a hand on her back as she was gently pushed out of her chair and out of the office.

dark eyes looked down on her with the softest of looks that he had mustered, chuckling at her confused state- sort of reminded him of a lost duckling that he had once seen back when he was in high school.

"don't worry your pretty little head on where we're going and relax, i got you."

l/n y/n was aware that she and kokonoi hajime swore on her contract that their relationship is and will only be professional- but you know, maybe she can make today an exception.

a small smile etched itself on her features, humming at him as the two boarded the elevators to the garage floor.

"alright then, i trust you."

it's been ten years since she had experienced such a feeling of thrill and plain adoration to someone other than mitsuya takashi.

she once thought that she would only feel a sense of freedom and life whenever she was with him.

but she was proven to be mistaken when kokonoi hajime entered her life- a wave of endearment and gratefulness filling her heart whenever he was around.

maybe now she can finally find the courage to enter a new chapter where her future lies in his hands- blood tainted or not.

y/n didn't know where they were going nor does she care- she entrusts her safety to the silver-haired man beside him who was sitting on the driver's seat.

although she really does want to know where they were going- just a general idea will do.

even when she pestered him for a good five minutes, kokonoi wouldn't budge and tell her where they were going- only telling her to be patient and enjoy the ride.

the man chuckled when he saw a pout forming on her face, turning back to look at the road with a small smile on his face- let's not forget the thumping of his heart that seemed to not want to calm down.

"we're almost there, just a few more. so stop pouting and relax your head."

she playfully rolled her eyes at him, hand on her chin as she watched the buildings and trees that they were passing with a dazed look on her face.

y/n wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings- the only thing on her mind was the thought of finally confessing towards the man that took her heart.

and although she wasn't fully too sure of what his feelings are towards her, it wouldn't hurt to try and take the leap of fate.

she may sound like a high school girl who was excited about asking her crush out under the sakura tree behind the school courtyard- but the young manager couldn't help but just feel the familiar tingles that flooded her heart.

a smile etched itself on her face, subconsciously looking like a dazed teenager in love.

because of how deep she was in her thoughts, the (h/c) haired girl failed to notice the vehicle coming to a stop until she saw kokonoi hajime walk around to where she was and open the door.

the man gave her a small smile, stepping back to give her room as the smell of dandelions and peaches flooded her senses.

"we're here." he said, although y/n didn't pay no mind to his words, too starstruck at the lovely view in front of her.

endless rows of dandelions could be seen stretching all throughout the land, a peach tree hanging above them where the silver-haired man decided to park.

the fluffy balls of wishes gently swayed with the wind, waving their greetings at the young woman.

"where are we...?" she muttered, crouching down like a child and plucked a dandelion plant with her fingers- gently lifting it to her lips with a soft blow.

dark eyes watched her marvel at the sight, heart beating in his chest at the view of her happily blowing an infinite amount of dandelions that all danced in the wind.

"this is one of the private lands that bonten owns. it was supposed to be turned into a warehouse but we didn't have the time to look into it." he explained, hands inside of his pockets as he walked closer to her.

even when he and the haitani brother's visited this place before for inspection- he couldn't help but also be amazed at the sight.

"you like it?"

"i love it." kokonoi looked down to see y/n smiling up at him, getting up from her crouching position as she took a deep breath in.

she was so busy being cooped in that office of hers to even remember the smell of freshly grown peaches that subtly reminded her of the pies that her grandmother used to make.

the silver-haired man let out a chuckle, scratching the part of his head where his bonten tattoo was seen in an anxious manner.

'this is the time hajime- just say that you like her and go!'

'now's your chance y/n- do it and don't chicken out!"

even with the perfect view in front of them- and even when they're both adults nearing the age of thirty, they acted like middle schoolers when it comes to confessing.

(e/c) eyes darted around, not knowing how to start or even where to begin.

"hey-"

"um-"

they both looked at each other with wide eyes before they burst into laughter, a bit entertained that they decided to speak up at the same time.

"you go first." kokonoi said, giving her an amused smile at the sight of red coating her cheeks.

the man couldn't help but hope that maybe this was it- maybe y/n did share the same feelings towards him.

she chuckled, nodding as she gazed into his dark eyes.

"i want to-"

a loud ringing coming from the woman's phone cut her off- albeit cursing under her breath as she took the device from the pocket of her blazer and answered it without looking at the caller id, wanting to know who's behind the interruption of her confession.

kokonoi watched her annoyed look turn to a look of shock, muttering a few incoherent words as she ended the call.

he can sense that she was on the edge, the tension back in the office returning to haunt them like a phantom.

"is everything alright?" despite being cut off from a potential confession, the man couldn't help but feel concerned towards y/n.

(e/c) eyes looked at him apologetically.

"it was my father."

"oh? did he need anything?"

they say that dandelions smell of freedom and laughter, carrying children's wish through the air and flying up to heaven for it to be granted.

however, we should all be aware that freedom isn't for everyone- especially to those who crave it so dearly.

"he said that my mother is asking for me."

#hajime kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader

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bumbleklee · 2 years

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baby’s first steps

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: babies, 3.6k words

a/n: this informally concludes the baby series! thank you for sticking around and i hope you’ll stay for longer while i move onto my family series - a much more broad take on the genshin dads and their families! requests are open for any and all ideas you want to see revolving the kids :)

diluc

To nobody’s surprise, Clara was the one who took her first steps first. Her fiery personality propelled her past her twin brother and one day while the twins were crawling around the living room, Clara pulled herself up onto her feet and took off. Ever since that day, Isaac was determined to walk.

“Come on, honey, you can do it.” Your words were soft and encouraging and Isaac’s attention was on you completely as he sat on his hands and knees. You were sure that when Clara started walking, Isaac would follow quickly but the weeks were going on and Isaac still couldn’t get the hang of it. He wanted to walk - both you and Diluc could see it - but when his feet touched the ground, panic soared through his little body and he ultimately fell down. Time and time again.

He could stand, that wasn’t a problem, it was the actual movement of lifting his leg and putting it back down onto the ground that Isaac couldn’t grasp.

And with Isaac’s specific interest in you, Diluc was a lost cause. So much, in fact, that he was tasked with chasing around Clara while you worked with Isaac.

You considered giving up and carrying around your stubborn son for the rest of his life. But Diluc reminded you that he needed to learn to walk whether he liked it or not. So, to Isaac’s dismay, you poured all your energy into teaching him how to walk.

One morning, you watched as Isaac pulled himself up with the help of the coffee table and jumped into action. You set yourself on the opposite side of the table and held your hands out towards the baby. “Come to mama,” You urged.

Isaac’s ears perked up and he babbled, “Mama…”

You watched as he contemplated what to do, his little eyes darting across the floor towards where you were sitting. When Isaac lifted a shaky leg in the air, you held your breath, and when he set it back down, you nearly screamed. Could this be it?

But your dreams came crashing down when Isaac did. His body fell to the floor with a thud and cries soon filled the living room. You sighed heavily and gave up, scooping your baby into your arms and brushing back his hair. You just didn’t understand what he was so afraid of.

“Do you think there’s anything wrong with him?” You asked Diluc that night. You had taken the twins to Angel’s Share to visit your husband and while it was nice to finally pass your toddlers off to someone, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that consumed you. “Or maybe I’m doing something wrong?”

Diluc shook his head and continued to dry a clean glass, “Darling, all babies learn at different stages. Remember when we thought Clara couldn’t talk and she ended up surprising us?”

“I guess.” You reluctantly sighed and peered over your shoulder where Venti was sitting with Isaac in his lap. Kaeya was chasing Clara around the tavern, his tispy state finding her babbling the funniest thing in the world.

You felt someone reach across the counter and touch your hand gently, “If you’re really worried, we can ask someone from the church to come and take a look at him.”

“No, it’s okay.” You forced a smile onto your face, “Can you make me a drink?”

Diluc nodded and turned his attention back to the bar. You sighed and swiveled in your chair again, watching Venti and Isaac.

Isaac locked eyes with you and you waved towards your son with a smile on your face. The baby’s face lit up and he pushed himself to his feet on Venti’s lap, using the bard’s shoulders as support.

“Here,” Diluc said, catching your attention.

While you weren’t looking, Isaac puffed out his cheeks. His grip on Venti’s shoulders loosened and Venti raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out the toddler. He soon realized what Isaac wanted and set the baby onto the ground. “You’re energetic as ever,” He added, letting Isaac hold onto his hand.

Isaac stood still for a while until he took a shaky step towards you. He slowly let go of Venti’s hand and suddenly was standing on his own two feet with no help.

Diluc watched his son over your shoulder and was at a loss for words. The baby looked petrified and determined all at the same time and Diluc was in awe as the baby took a wobbly step towards the bar where his parents were. And, miraculously, he didn’t fade like usual and took another one.

“What are you looking at?” You teased, turning around with an eyebrow raised. Your jaw dropped when you saw your little baby boy coming towards you.

You flung yourself off of your stool so you were on your knees and held your arms out, similar to the other day, only this time, Isaac made it to them. You could barely keep your tears at bay when you collected your baby into your arms and squeezed the living daylights out of him.

Outsiders might see the scene and think you were overreacting but anyone who knew, knew that your reaction was valid. Relief flooded through your veins as you peppered kisses all over your son’s face.

“I knew you could do it!” You exclaimed, “I’m so proud of you!”

Diluc eventually came around the bar and ruffled Isaac’s head, “See? He was just a little behind.”

When Isaac wiggled in your hold, you set him back onto the ground. The first few steps of freedom must have been intoxicating for the baby because he already wanted to walk somewhere else. And when Clara raced by, you shook your head in disbelief. It was finally time to start baby-proofing everything.

kaeya

“Did you know today is our five-year anniversary?”

Kaeya was feeding Calla in the kitchen when your voice caught his attention from the doorway. You were holding a calendar, flipping through the months and pausing to look at a certain page. “It is?” Your husband asks, still trying to coax his toddler into eating some mashed carrots.

You shake your head in disbelief and put the calendar down next to Kaeya, pointing at the date that clearly has ‘Five-Year Anniversary’ written on it surrounded by hearts. “Should we do something last minute?”

Your husband looks up at you and smiles, “We can do whatever you want. I just want to spend the night with you.”

You fall down into a chair next to Kaeya and drift off into your thoughts. You aren’t too surprised you and Kaeya forgot about your anniversary - this year had been chaotic, after all. You welcomed a bustling baby girl into the world and watched her grow into something amazing, it was no shock that you would forget about yourself when all of your attention was on your daughter.

You wondered what you should do that night. You didn’t even get Kaeya a gift - not that he got you one either - and you didn’t have anything nice to wear. But Kaeya was right - as long as you could spend it together, it would be amazing.

“What should mommy and daddy do, Calla?” You jump back into reality and grin at your baby.

Calla grins so widely and kicks her feet underneath the high chair. Her little body squirms with excitement at the sound of your voice and she babbles incoherently. Her chubby hands grasp the spoon Kaeya was using to feed her and she messily scoops carrots into her mouth before showing off the empty spoon.

“Wow, good job!” You continue, leaning forward to kiss Calla’s forehead, “You’re such a big girl now.”

You stand up, “Want to go watch the sunset on Starsnatch Cliff tonight?”

“That sounds great.”

You reach over and press a kiss to Kaeya’s cheek before pulling away. If you were going to go out, you should probably dig through your closet for something.

You disappear down the hall. Kaeya spoons the rest of Calla’s food into her mouth before wiping her mouth clean with a rag. With you getting ready, Kaeya lifts Calla out her high chair and brings her into the living room.

He falls down on the couch while Calla sits on the floor and grabs a toy.

She’s over a year old now and it shows. Calla can pull herself up onto her feet and sometimes Kaeya wonders when she’s going to take her first steps. It’s going to be any day now, though, he just knows it.

When you come back to the living room, you’re wearing an old sundress. “Is this okay?” You ask Kaeya.

Before your husband can answer, Calla squeals loudly. “Someone sure thinks it is,” He teases. Calla is still standing in the middle of the living room and you squat down, cooing at your daughter and holding your arms out.

“Come to mommy,” You say, “Kaeya, hold her hands.”

“Isn’t that cheating?” Kaeya playfully says, standing up and taking Calla’s hands in his own so she has some sort of balance. She looks confused.

You repeat your words and Calla peers at you curiously. She wants to get to you but doesn’t know how.

She takes a shaky step forward but panics and falls backwards onto her bottom. Kaeya laughs and lifts her back up to her feet, squeezing her hands this time to try and reassure her. “Go on, Calla-Lilly,” Kaeya coos, “Go to mommy.”

With the help from Kaeya, Calla moves again. She takes an unsteady step but grounds herself this time and takes another one. Kaeya releases her hands when she’s almost in your arms and Calla stumbles into your hold.

Praises from you and Kaeya fill her ears and Calla keens happily. “Good job, baby,” Kaeya beams, peppering kisses all over her face. You pick her up and Kaeya’s arms snake around your middle, engulfing both you and Calla in a tight hug. He adds,“She’ll be running by tomorrow.”

After a while of kissing Calla, you remember your plans. “Kae, can we just stay here tonight?”

“Are you sure?” Kaeya asks. He doesn’t mind either mind.

You nod quickly, “I want to stay here with Calla instead.”

Kaeya takes in the sight of you - dressed beautifully and holding his daughter - and knows that this is the best anniversary he’s ever going to have.

childe

Childe isn’t sure when he finally decided to propose to you.

When he thinks about it more, he realizes that it was probably always a thought in his head but having a baby together really set the idea in stone. And watching you raise his son for the past year pushed the idea closer and closer to the edge until one day, Childe decided it was time.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you were the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Hell, you had already been together for years - what’s more to come?

He buys a ring from a local jewelry store when you visit his hometown in Snezhnaya but hides it away for quite some more time. The question was there - it was just a matter of when to ask it. Besides, life was too busy to add a proposal to the mix right now. But soon, he promised, soon.

A week before he decides to finally ask you to marry him, Childe realizes he’s nervous. Why? He knows you’re going to say yes. But what if you didn’t? What if you suddenly changed your mind and decided you didn’t want to get married? What if a marriage proposal sent you over the edge completely and you decided to break things off for good? Would you take Nikolai and leave forever?

He was being irrational, he knew that, and a conversation with Zhongli proved him otherwise. “You surely act like a married couple already,” The ex-Archon had said, “Plan something intimate and ask her the question.”

So, Childe did.

He spends a while contemplating what to do. He could take you out to a nice restaurant but then he remembered you mentioned you don’t like public proposals so that was off the table. He could take you for a walk and propose to you with a sunset in the background. But what if something attacked you in the wild and ruined the proposal? Childe thought about just throwing the ring at you from across the room but when his eyes drifted to his one year old toddler struggling to pull himself up with the couch, he knew just what to do.

During a nice autumn evening, Childe sent you away for the day. He decorated the dining room with dimly lit candles and prepared your favorite meal, setting the table with rose petals and even pouring glasses of wine.

He dressed Nikolai up for once and crossed his fingers that the baby would cooperate. The ring felt heavy in his pocket but any minute now, it would be around your finger.

You came home shortly after and grinned when you saw Nikolai, stopping to reach down and scoop your fashionably-dressed baby into your arms. “My, my, what’s all this?” You teased, following the aroma of your favorite foods to the kitchen.

“Just a little date night.” Childe hoped you couldn’t hear the anxiety in his voice. “Are you hungry?”

You nodded, “Now I am.”

You sit at the table and put Nikolai on your lap, enjoying dinner as a family of three. The meal is peaceful and your hand intertwined with Childe’s over the table. The sun sets through the stained glass windows and shines down onto the table. When you’re finishing up, Childe feels his palms grow clammy.

“Everything alright?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Childe nods, trying to be discreet. “Let me change the baby,” He offers, suddenly standing up and whisking Nikolai away from you. You don’t get a word in before Childe hides away through the kitchen. You didn’t even notice Nikolai needed to be changed - weird.

The redhead takes a deep breath in the kitchen and brushes back his baby’s matching hair. You’re waiting for him - it’s now or never.

Ever so quietly, Childe squats to the ground and places Nikolai on his feet. The toddler wobbles for a moment but Childe holds him. “Give this to mommy, okay?” Childe digs into his pocket and pulls out the small velvet box that contains your engagement ring. The baby holds the box with both hands and cocks his head at his dad.

Childe repeats the instructions a few more times, hoping his young son understands, before turning the baby around so he can see you around the corner.

“Mama?” Nikolai babbles, cautiously looking over his shoulder and then back at you. A tiny, gentle push on his back gives him the hint and Childe watches as his son takes his first steps ever. You finally turn around and see Nikolai walking and a smile breaks out on your face.

“Is that my big boy?” You exclaim, sliding out of your chair and onto your knees. You hold your hands out and Nikolai squeals, taking shaky step after shaky step until he finally gets to you. “What are you holding, silly boy?”

You take the box from Nikolai’s grasp, putting your pride on hold for a moment to open the box. And when you do, your jaw drops.

Childe steps around the corner as well and rubs the back of his neck.

Time feels like it slowed down as you remove the gold ring from the box and hold it up towards Childe. “Is this for real, Ajax?”

He drops to his knees to match your height, taking a slow breath and saying, “Will you marry me?”

You throw your arms around Childe so rapidly that he falls to the ground. “Ajax,” His name is effortless, breathless, and you don’t even have to think about your answer. “Yes. Oh my god, Yes.”

Your boyfriend, your fiance, places his hands gently on either side of your face and smiles. He takes the ring and slides it onto your slender finger, sealing the deal with a kiss. Your hand tangles in his hair and Childe holds you close.

The kiss only breaks when a loud, attention-seeking cry reminds you that you’re not alone.

Nikolai is still standing on his own and stares at you curiously. You sit up and grab your baby, pulling his squirming body to your chest. “Mommy and daddy are going to get married and have a big wedding and you can carry the rings down the aisle.” He doesn’t understand what you’re saying but he laughs when you pepper kisses all over his face anyways.

zhongli

When Jia took her first steps, you were ecstatic. Tears filled your eyes with excitement and you held your daughter close to your chest, wishing you could freeze time just for a little while. When you finally came back down to reality, you noticed Zhongli wasn’t as elated as you despite being right next to you to experience the milestone.

“What’s wrong?” You demanded, sensing something was up.

Zhongli rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Ah, well, I’ve seen her walk before.”

“You…what?!”

On a day you were busy, Zhongli decided to spend the day alone with Jia. They had lunch at Wanmin restaurant and then traveled north to Qingce Village to bring you home fresh flowers. When Zhongli set Jia down in the middle of a flower field, he never would have imagined that would be the day she decided to take her first steps.

Zhongli watched from a higher perch as Jia clutched a Glaze Lily in her hand, holding it up towards her father. “Dada…” She babbled towards him.

“Have you picked a flower for your mother?” Zhongli’s gentle voice asked. “Will you bring it to me?”

He was expecting her to crawl over to him like she usually did but Zhongli froze when his daughter shifted in the meadow. Her chubby legs pushed her upright and she was quickly standing on her own two feet.

Has his brilliant little girl figured out that the flower would stay in pristine condition if she walked to him? Zhongli was silent and still as Jia held out the flower again. “Come to me,” Zhongli continued, holding out a hand.

Jia lost her balance and fell onto her bottom and Zhongli wondered if she would give up then. But a look of determination in his daughter’s eyes proved him wrong.

Zhongli shifted to his knee as Jia struggled to push herself up again. The flower was getting the brunt of her abuse but Zhongli didn’t mind. Jia’s golden eyes glowed with intent and the tips of her hair, what there was of it anyways, seemed to mimic the action.

It didn’t take long for Jia to take a shaky step towards her father…and then another…and then another. Soon, she was toddling across the meadow towards Zhongli.

She made it all the way to the perch before stumbling into Zhongli’s waiting hands. “My resilient daughter.” Finally, Jia handed her father the flower and he beamed with delight. “Perfect for our bouquet.”

It was times like this where Zhongli was glad Jia could hardly talk. He was proud of her, of course, and wanted to scream the news to the world but something inside of him stopped him from doing so.

Your absence.

He could only imagine your fury when he told you that Jia took her first steps without you around. So he decided, on that day, that he wouldn’t say anything. In your eyes, Jia would take her first steps for the first time when she…took her second steps.

“I can’t believe this.”

You were fuming, as expected, and Zhongli felt guilt radiate through his body. If he had just told you the truth, maybe none of this would have been happening.

“I deeply apologize -” He tried but you cut him off.

“So these aren’t her first steps? These are her second steps?”

Zhongli hesitated for a moment, “...Yes.”

You only narrowed your eyes at your husband and whisked away, storming off to the kitchen. Jia looked back at Zhongli curiously, confused as to why her mother went from happy to angry in seconds. Zhongli only scooped Jia into his arms and brushed back her hair, wondering how he could alleviate the situation.

When you didn’t come back for a while, Zhongli peered inside the kitchen.

You were huddled at the table with a cup of tea sitting in front of you and your hands rubbing into the sides of your temple.

“I’m very sorry,” Zhongli said again. You looked up but said nothing, still glaring at him. “I didn’t want to hurt you with the news that you missed this milestone.”

“So you lied to me?”

Zhongli frowned, “It was a lie to protect your emotions.”

The longer you stared at Zhongli, the longer your anger faded. You couldn’t be mad at your husband forever and the more you thought about it, he was trying to do the right thing. “When was it?” You finally asked.

Your husband motioned to the vase of Glaze Lillies from last week that were still in pristine condition, “Only six days ago.”

You sighed heavily, “No more lying, alright? If we miss a milestone, we miss a milestone. There will be more down the road to experience.”

Zhongli nodded in agreement, “Deal.” He bent down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, an apology kiss, only for it to be interrupted by grabby hands on your face. “Looks like someone wants a kiss too.” And with that, you and Zhongli eached kissed the chubby cheek of your daughter - the fiasco already behind you.

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Jealousy

Pairing: Atsumu x Reader (Main), Osamu x Reader (Side)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Rape/Non-Con, Misuse of Duct Tape, Non-Con Bondage, Forced Breeding, Forced Impregnation, Delusional Mindset

Summary: Atsumu is determined to prove that he’s the better twin for you.

The first time Atsumu meets you he doesn’t remember you so much as he gets stuck on the fact that Osamu is dating someone. Osamu is fucking dating someone and Atsumu is still here single and alone in his late twenties, not a girl anywhere even in sight. It makes him livid as he stares at the identical face gently smiling at you, affectionately holding your hand, looking so damn happy and content.

What does he have that Atsumu doesn’t? A successful food chain? Cool. But is he a pro-athlete? A medal winning Olympic athlete? One of the best setters in the country? In the world? It’s infuriating to think about and as much as Atsumu loves volleyball, even he dreams of love, marriage, a family of his own late at night when he’s alone on a hotel bed, only Sakusa’s breathing from the other bed in the room keeping him company.

And those thoughts consume him long after he bids farewell to Osamu and you and suddenly the MSBY Jackals are in an uproar as every team member takes turns being sexiled by their blond setter when they’re off at their away games, as Atsumu nonchalantly strolls into the locker rooms to prep for practice, back littered with scratch marks that Bokuto tries to shield from Hinata’s eyes when the orange haired athlete curiously asks when Atsumu got a cat.

Girl after girl walks in and out of his bed, his life. Most never lasting more than a night, a few returning for a couple more rounds in the bedsheets, one even manages to interest him enough to grab a cup of coffee with. But it’s the same verdict every time. He’s good enough to fool around with and he’s great in bed, but Miya Atsumu is not husband material, not when he’s already married to volleyball.

The rejection only fuels his inner turmoil and the green eyed monster inside of him grows and grows, festering and spreading throughout him the more he stops attempting his futile attempts and instead turns his energy to loitering around Osamu and you, inviting himself over for dinners after practice, trying his hand at helping you in the kitchen for brunch on the weekends, crashing in your guest bedroom to the point that Osamu and you gift him a spare key to your shared home.

Neither of you think much of it, Osamu joking to you privately that this is just Atsumu being the needy emotional brother he really is while you’re just glad to be able to get to know Osamu’s family better. So none of you notice how brown eyes inquisitively trail after the both of you, watching how the two of you seamlessly work out both your hectic lives, never letting the long hours at your job or Osamu’s restaurant get in the way of your relationship, always directing a warm smile or gaze at the other despite how obviously exhausted or far away from a good mood you’re in.

And Atsumu lets himself believe that this could be his as he hungrily stares at the way you gently caress his brother’s hand, the affection in your gaze as you tenderly kiss him on the lips, the playful wink you give his twin when you tell him you’re getting ready for bed. He lets himself dream that it’s him who you direct those loving gazes to as you cheerfully greet him in the morning, handing him a coffee made just the way he likes it, placing a plate full of delicious piping hot food in front of him. He lets his hand wander down his shorts at night, straining to hear every detail, every decibel of your moans as Osamu and you make love at night, closing his eyes and stroking his cock as he imagines it’s him who’s forcing those beautiful cries from your mouth.

But it’s not all a picture perfect paradise and Atsumu carefully listens in, alerted by the raising voices he hears through the walls as more and more time passes by. He’d noticed the growing tension in the house, noticed how the two of you were less affectionate, almost awkwardly shuffling around each other when both of you were home from work these past few months. But he couldn’t think of what could have caused both of you to act so strangely, so suddenly, when everything had seemed so swell.

Curiosity has him placing his ear on the wall and he winces when he hears you shout, anger and hurt in your voice that makes his heart clench painfully, asking when Osamu was going to propose, telling his brother how you’re sick of waiting, how you want to get married and have kids soon. Something shattering inside of him when your voice becomes small and hesitant.

“I thought that’s what you wanted too, Osamu. Isn’t that why we decided to start living together?”

He expects his brother to leap at the opportunity, to reassure you, yes, absolutely yes, we can get married right away. He knows that if their positions were switched, that’s what he would be doing. But his jaw drops in disbelief, morphing into a scowl when Osamu pleads for you to calm down, to be patient.

“I do want that. But just not right now.”

“If not now, when? We’re not getting any younger, Osamu.”

“But my chain is in talks of expanding and there’s so much going on. I just don’t have time-”

There’s a heavy silence as Osamu is quick to snap his mouth shut and Atsumu knows he’s cursing himself for the slip of his tongue, already knows the next words that are going to come out of your mouth, words he himself is all too familiar with from his own past failed relationships.

“You just don’t have time for us? Me?”

“That’s not what I meant…”

But it’s too late and Atsumu flinches when he hears loud angry movement, Osamu’s voice imploring you to calm down and stop what you’re doing to no avail as you stomp out of the house, slamming the front door behind you as you make your way to a friend’s house to spend the night apart.

No one speaks of that night after you return to the house the next day and the three of you continue as normal. Or at least as normal as you can be after an unresolved disagreement that your relationship ultimately hinges around continues ticking like a time bomb in everyone’s minds. And it finally counts down to zero when Osamu packs his bags and plants a cold chaste kiss on your lips before heading to the airport and making his way to seal the deal on the restaurant expansion that’s taken over his entire life.

Maybe it’s Atsumu’s fault that the two of you are drunk out of your minds, sprawled out on the living room floor. Scratch that. It’s definitely Atsumu’s fault and he drunkenly smiles at how out of it you are, heart warming at the giddy genuine smile spread across your face, happiness in your eyes that he hasn’t seen ever since that argument Osamu and you had. And oh, he didn’t mean to say that out loud and he panics, quickly sobering up when your smile falls at his words, eyes glazed in reminiscence as you think of that night.

Atsumu isn’t known for his patience, but he waits, not uttering a single word, not moving an inch as you open yourself up to him, telling him your hopes and dreams that so closely match his own of a loving relationship, marriage, family, sharing about the argument Osamu and you had (unknowing of the fact that Atsumu already knows far more than he should). But when you frustratedly laugh at yourself, asking him rhetorically if you’re just being silly and naive, if you’re just a grown woman trying to fulfill a little girl’s childish dream, you’re stunned by the fierce denial from the blonde athlete determinedly staring at you.

“No. You’re not being silly or naive. ‘Samu’s being the idiot. Any man would be lucky and proud to have you as his wife and to create a family with you.”

Those words resonate with you, linger in your mind, further branded into your memory by the sheer sincerity Atsumu drowned them in. And maybe that’s why you find it impossible to play house anymore, find it impossible to live a forced and fake lie when you’re not truly happy anymore. It’s hard, heartbreakingly so, to part ways with the silver haired man when he still holds a part of your heart, but it’s for the best. Why continue when neither of you are on the same page in the long run? Why waste more precious years when you can actively work towards your desired future with someone else who wants the same things as you?

It’s logical. It makes sense. And yet when you meet up with Atsumu at his apartment for dinner one night to catch up a few months or so after the break up you’re still doubting your decision.

You had been surprised the blond setter had been so adamant about keeping in touch even after his brother and you separated, but if you’re honest, he’s surprisingly sweet and caring, someone you consider a true friend. So as awkward as it might seem to outsiders, the two of you remain in close contact and you happily agree to his invite when both your busy schedules finally match up.

But as much as you like Atsumu, the two of you really need to stop drinking so much when you see each other and you let out a cry of frustration when your eyes immediately tear up when Atsumu casually asks how you’re doing as both of you sprawl out on his couch, trying to wave away his worried face as he hovers far too close to you, telling him it’s just the alcohol making you more emotional than usual.

And you still blame all the drinks he had generously kept refilling for you for the way you sob and cling onto him as he wraps you in a tight hug, telling him how you worry all the time about whether or not you made the right decision to break up with Osamu, whether or not you’re ever going to find someone else, ever going to get married, ever going to have that dream romance you’ve always wanted, ever going to have the happy full family you’ve always yearned for.

It all comes out of you so easily. But everything with Atsumu has always come easy and you don’t think much of it, finding comfort in his solid presence as he continues to hold you, letting him readjust and find a comfortable position-

You scramble to separate from him when lips tenderly meet yours, limbs flailing as you shove the man away from you, eyes comically wide open as you stare agape at Atsumu.

“What are you- We can’t- No no no. All of this is wrong. This would KILL Osamu-”

Something inside of Atsumu snaps when he hears his brother’s name from your lips. Even after all this time, you’re still thinking of him? You still care about him? When the better twin is right in front of your fucking face?

He doesn’t even register he’s shouting those questions in your face, barely registering your terrified eyes as you try to shrink away from him. But your movement of pulling away from him snaps him back to reality and reflexes has his hand twisting in your hair, grabbing you by your roots, fury making him numb to the way you desperately claw at his grip as he drags you to his bedroom.

You’re too focused on soothing your aching skull when he finally releases you by throwing you onto his bed and pitiful tears stream down your face as you gingerly hold your head, ignorant of how the athlete is rummaging through his closet. In hindsight you’ll wonder why you didn’t try to run while his back was turned, although you already know the answer. This is just Atsumu in one of his moods. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He’ll apologize in just a second. Those are the thoughts fleeting through your mind amidst the sore ache Atsumu has left behind.

But a warning bell rings relentlessly inside of you as you finally look up when you sense him approaching you, a thick roll of silver duct tape in his hands.

Had Atsumu always looked so...intimidating?

You try to fight back as you’re suddenly pinned to the bed by a muscular body, flailing and thrashing as calloused hands hold your arms above your hand, tightly wrapping your wrists together, looping extra lengths of the tape around the headboard, securely fastening your arms up and out of the way. But it’s useless, pathetic really, although Atsumu thinks there’s something adorable about how hard you’re trying, only to be easily batted away by his much stronger body as he tears off your clothes and bends your knees, taping your calves to your thighs, one side at a time until both your legs are bound.

And then there’s silence and stillness other than your wriggling tied form as Atsumu sits back and admires the view of your naked body, reality so much more lucious and gorgeous than he had ever imagined. You struggle against your tight restraints, recoiling as brown eyes leer at you, ravenously devouring the sight of your heaving breasts, raking down your figure before finally landing on your bare pussy on full display as his hands spread your bound legs on either side of you, palms searing your inner thighs with their unwanted warmth as he holds you open.

One day he won’t need the resilient tape to hold you down and keep you still. One day you’ll let him have you of your own free will. One day you’ll see that he was always the one for you. But he can’t help but feel that there’s something breathtaking about how vulnerable and pretty you are, laid out for him like a wrapped present, something filthily attractive about how striking the silver stripes are against your skin.

One day he won’t need the resilient tape...but that doesn’t mean he'll stop using it.

You shudder as he trails his fingers over the duct tape, grinning at you all the while.

“Can’t have you moving too much if I’m going to breed you. You’ll make all my cum spill out of you.”

He tsks when you frantically struggle at his words, pathetic begs and pleads spilling from your lips as dread fills you from learning exactly what Atsumu has planned for you and suddenly you’re all too aware of just how exposed you are, how tight the front of his pants look as his erection presses against the fabric, how far too close he is to your most intimate part. And you sob as he leans on top of you, pressing his toned body against yours, something hard pressing against your bare pussy as he captures your lips in a kiss to silence you.

“I thought you would be more thankful considering how you were practically in my arms begging me for kids not even a hour ago. And now I’m here ready to give you what you want and you’re making such a fuss.”

He rolls his eyes, scoffing as you only sob even harder, body shaking and trembling, sniveling as you stare up at him with teary eyes, begging him to stop.

“Oh shut up. What? Are you worried about the order of things? Worried I’ll just knock you up and leave you alone? Don’t be stupid. I’ll make sure to put a ring on your finger and marry you after this. Who cares about the order of things when the end result is the same.”

Your mouth opens and shuts a few times, unsure where to even begin telling him just how wrong his reasoning is, unsure how to even process his words. Ring? Marry? What-

But thoughts fly out of your head when a hungry mouth suddenly descends on your breasts, harshly sucking a nipple between wet lips, fingers roughly twisting and pulling at your other nipple and you wail at the jolt of sudden stimulation, too focused on the tongue lapping at your nipples and lances of arousal swirling inside of you to notice how his free hand is shoving his pants and boxers down and off.

You hate how quick you are to melt into the delirious pleasure, body craving for the touch of another, to be brought to new heights by another after being left to your own devices for the past few months and you can feel your pussy clench and throb, feeling so exposed and empty, practically begging to be stuffed full as slick begins to form between your legs. And as if Atsumu can hear your body’s silent cry for more, he begins to push the tip of his cock inside of you and your back arches, mouth instinctively opening as he takes his time, pressing past your tight opening, slipping further and further inside of you until he’s finally fully sheathed inside of you, letting your body adjust to him as he continues licking and sucking on your breasts, groaning as he feels your tight walls clamp around him with every move of his mouth.

Atsumu is not known for his patience, but he tries his damn best to take it as slow as he bearably can for you, dragging his cock back and forth against your gummy walls, constantly adjusting the angle of his hips with every stroke until you’re crying out, and he smirks triumphantly, memorizing the exact position and angle that has you seeing stars as he continuously hits that spongy spot inside of you. And all it takes is for his hand to slide between the two of you and gently circle your clit as he continues his steady assault to have you breaking to pieces underneath him, garbled versions of his name escaping your mouth as your orgasm washes over you in heavy tall waves, his own release joining with yours as your pussy convulses and milks him of his sticky white liquid.

As post-coital bliss disintegrates, shame and relief flood through you, shame for enjoying it, relief that this ordeal is finally over and you wait. Wait for him to remove the tape. Wait for him to pull out of you. Grimacing as he affectionately nuzzles you and litters your face with kisses. But you panic, pure fear flooding through you when you feel his cock twitching inside of you once more, growing inside of you again.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you? Need to make sure I fill you with so much cum that your body has no choice but to get pregnant.”

And he stays true to his words, fucking you over and over again, sometimes hard and rough, sometimes passionate and sensual, sometimes soft and gentle, but always finishing inside of you, adding to the splattered pooling mess inside of you. You feel disgusting, the increasingly wet noises as he thrusts in and out of the sticky wet mess inside of you permeating throughout the room, stomach feeling so bloated with cum that you swear you must be pregnant already.

Quiet, relieved sobs wrack your body when the weight on top of you finally lifts, when he finally pulls out of you and your body slumps down, all the tension leaving it, discomfort taking its place as you feel a torrent of liquid move to rush out of your overfilled cunt, the beginnings of it already starting to trickle out. But despite your aching dry throat, you manage to let out a strangled cry of disbelief when your hips are uncomfortably raised up, upper body almost folded in half as Atsumu keeps your glistening pussy upright, not allowing even a single drop more to escape.

And in this new position you have no choice but to watch, anxiety coursing through you when he tears off another piece of duct tape, chest hyperventilating as he places it over your gaping hole, effectively sealing you shut and despite the fact that you thought you had no more tears left to shed, new salty teardrops slide down your cheeks at the debauched site of your own pussy being treated as nothing more than an object, a receptacle for his seed, his beaming smug face between your legs only adding to your humiliation as he smiles down at his handiwork.

All you can do is mindlessly stare when he directs his smile at you, verbally praising himself for how smart he is for finding a way to keep his cum inside of you and making sure all his hard work doesn’t go to waste, mind and body feeling numb and broken as he finally lets your body lay fully back on the bed, slumping down next to you in exhaustion and cuddling your listless and still bound figure.

“We can go pick out rings together tomorrow, okay? Maybe try a few more times for some runts after. You think the more I cum in you, the better the chance that you’ll have twins?”

You don’t know, but you have a sinking feeling that you’ll soon be finding out.

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stargazer-sims · 2 years

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18 - Compatibility

Félix is watching a movie with Sophie when he receives a call from the Nookstone Clinic in Newcrest.

He ignores his phone the first time it rings, because he thinks it's Davian, and he doesn't really want to speak to his husband right now. Things have been tense between them since they returned to Willow Creek three days ago. They'd spent a couple of extra days in the desert after their appointment, sightseeing and exploring, and that had been a lot of fun. Then, they'd made the two-day return journey, which hadn't been quite so enjoyable as their drive to Oasis Springs had been.

They'd arrived home to discover Félix's car missing, and Mrs. Picard in an absolutely disagreeable mood. She'd told Félix that, under no circumstances, is he ever permitted to allow his brother to house sit again. When Félix reached the top of the stairs and opened the door to his home, he understood why.

With apparently no regard whatsoever for Davian's warning not to leave the place in a mess, Ollie had done exactly the opposite. Félix was astounded that one person could create such a disaster in only seven days. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised, considering it was Ollie, but he was shocked nevertheless.

Every surface in the kitchen and living room was covered with the remains of what looked like a nonstop party. Pizza boxes, chip bags, Chinese takeaway cartons, used napkins, plastic wrap and various unidentifiable bits of trash lined the kitchen counter to such a degree that Félix could barely see the black countertop underneath. The sink was filled with dirty plates and coffee mugs, and empty beer bottles. A blue recycling bag in the corner contained more bottles and way more soft drink and energy drink cans than one person reasonably could have consumed in a week. The living room was equally littered, and the washing machine was full of wet laundry that Félix immediately recognized as the pretty grey floral bedsheets Sophie had given him as a Winterfest gift. He hated to think why Ollie had felt the need to attempt to wash them.

Félix felt like crying. He was terrified to ascend the stairs to the third floor, to reveal the state of his usually pristine bedroom.

As for Davian, he took one look at a teary-eyed Félix standing in front of the open washing machine and declared, "Yeah, I'm out. I'll be at Chloë's if you need anything. Text me when it's safe to come back."

Félix should've known Davian wouldn't offer to help him clean up. "Fine," he'd said. "If you see my brother anywhere, tell him my car had better be back in the driveway by midnight, or I'm calling the police and reporting it stolen."

Ollie must've searched the entire flat to locate the spare set of keys to the car, Félix guessed. That was another reason he was nervous about going up to his bedroom. The extra car key was in a jewelry box in one of the drawers of his dressing table. It was hardly an obvious place. Ollie would've had to go through everything to find it, and Félix doubted he'd been careful or respectful of his things.

"If I see your brother while I'm out, you'll be talking to the police, but it'll likely be to bail me out of jail," Davian told him. "Ollie had better pray to the Watcher that I don't run into him."

"That won't solve anything," Félix had said quietly, but he might as well have been talking to the washing machine, for all the response he'd received.

The task of cleaning had been so overwhelming, he almost hadn't known where to begin. It'd been about two o'clock in the afternoon when he started, and he didn't stop until he was satisfied. Around three in the morning, the place still wasn't as clean as he liked, but he told himself he could put the finishing touches on it later. Exhausted, he'd crawled into bed and fallen asleep almost immediately, but not before texting Davian to ask him to come home.

Davian didn't return until the next day at noon. Félix's car was still absent, though. Ollie still hasn't returned it, and he's been ignoring Félix's texts. He hadn't reported the car stolen, but he's seriously considering it now.

When Félix's phone rings for the second time within five minutes, Sophie pokes him. "Fé, are you going to get that?"

Félix sighs. "I suppose I should."

"Want me to pause the movie?" Sophie asks.

"Yes, please."

Sophie scoops the remote off the end table and clicks 'pause' just as Félix lifts his phone from the floor, where he'd placed it earlier. His heart feels like it jumps a little when he sees the caller ID flash on the screen.

It's not Davian.

He quickly taps the 'call answer' button and raises the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

A woman with an unmistakably Sixamish accent says, "I'm callling from the Nookstone Clinic in Newcrest. May I speak with Félix Blanchet or Davian St-Jean, please?"

"I'm Félix Blanchet," he says, and then whispers to his sister, "It's the clinic."

Sophie gives him a thumbs-up, and stage-whispers. "I'm glad they're persistent."

"My name is Kiva, and I'm the registrar here at the clinic," the woman on the phone is saying. "I understand you recently met with our colleagues in Oasis Springs."

"Yes, that's right," Félix says. "We were there about a week ago."

"And you had genetic screening, to determine your suitability for the pollination procedure. We received your results this morning," Kiva says.

"Are you able to tell me over the phone, or do we need to come in?"

"I can absolutely share your results over the phone, Mr..." She pauses, and then, "Oh, my apologies. The case note says you're actually Dr. Blanchet. Is that your preferred form of address?"

"Yes, it is, but you can just call me Félix," he says. "About the results...?"

"Yes, of course," says Kiva. "Both you and Mr. St-Jean received favourable results. Neither of you show any indication of genetic diseases or abnormalities which could be passed to a future child or children, and you are genetically compatible with each other."

At this point, Sophie is hanging onto Félix and trying to hear both sides of the conversation. It's clear that she hasn't quite caught it all when she asks, "What are they saying?"

"She says Davian and I are genetically compatible," he tells her, and then to Kiva, "Now that we have the results, what's the next step?"

"The next step is the collection of genetic material to be combined," Kiva says. "You will need to come for an appointment for that. The combination process generally takes ten days, and then the implantation procedure can take place. We typically schedule both appointments together, unless patients indicate that they wish to delay the implantation procedure for some reason."

"I see."

"Would you like me to schedule the appointments now, or would you prefer to call us back once you've had a chance to speak to your partner?"

"Let's schedule them now," Félix says. He expects it'll be easier to tell Davian when the appointments are than it would be to ask him when he wants to do it. Knowing Davian, he'd probably leave the scheduling to Félix anyway.

"Okay," says Kiva. "Let me see. "We have an opening for genetic material collection the day after tomorrow, at ten, or we have plenty of availability next week, if that doesn't work."

"The day after tomorrow works."

"Very good, and ten days after that would be.... June twenty-fourth. I can give you June twenty-fourth at nine a.m."

"That's the day after my birthday," Félix says. My thirtieth birthday, he thinks, but doesn't add.

"I see that in your file," Kiva says brightly. "What a unique birthday you'll have this year. Would you like that appointment on the twenty-fourth?"

"Yes, please," he says.

"Excellent," says Kiva. "Everything's all entered into the calendar. You don't have to do anything special for the first appointment. All you need to do is show up with some identification and your health card. Your doctor's name is Zira, and she will give you instructions for the second appointment while you're here for the genetic material collection. Most of the instructions for the second appointment will be specifically for you, as I understand you're the intended gestational parent."

"Yes, it's going to be me."

"In that event, congratulations," she says. "There's one other thing I should mention. Dr. Xara from our clinic in Oasis Springs has made a note in your file that you're interested in our pre-parenting workshop and new parent support group. Is that still the case?"

I have no idea, is what Félix almost tells her. He's interested in the workshop and support group, but he wonders whether Davian will still be willing to do it. When they'd first talked about it in Oasis Springs, Félix had thought Davian was just nervous and overwhelmed. That's only part of the problem, as it turns out.

This morning at breakfast, when Félix casually mentioned something about finally locating the link on the clinic's website that led to information about new parent support groups, Davian's reaction had startled him and left him feeling confused and hurt. It was one thing for Félix to grow their baby, he'd said, but it was a whole other thing entirely to make a public spectacle of it. Félix pointed out that the support group would hardly be public, and besides, wasn't Davian the one who'd wanted to announce it to four hundred thousand people on his SimTube channel only a few weeks ago? Davian said he’d changed his mind, and that maybe they should keep it private. Attending a support group wouldn’t make it not private, was Félix’s rejoinder. Only the group members would know, and they’d all be going through the same thing. It would help them, and perhaps it’d even be fun. Davian, however, did not seem to think talking about babies with a bunch of strangers would be all that great.

Naturally, this’d been the opening act of a huge row which had ultimately ended with Félix shaking all over and desperately fighting tears, and Davian storming out of the flat and speeding off somewhere in his truck.

But, he can't say any of this to Kiva.

"We are still interested," Félix tells her, hoping that the 'we' sounds credible. "Are we supposed to sign up for that right now as well?"

"You can, if you like. We have a couple of groups currently in progress and some new ones starting soon. There is one that begins this Saturday, with two available spots left. I think a new group would be best for you, as you and the other participants would be moving through all the stages of the process at approximately the same time."

"How many people are in the group?"

"Our doctors like to keep the groups small, which is why we have multiple groups. The maximum is eight participants. If you and Mr. St-Jean would like to join the group that begins on Saturday, you will be participants seven and eight. There are already three other couples signed up."

"Are they all men?"

"No," says Kiva. "I believe two of the participants in that particular group are women."

"But, the... the patients are all men, right?"

"I can't discuss patients with other patients," Kiva says. "If you attend the group, everyone will be able to describe their own situation."

"All right," Félix says. "Can you sign us up for that one, please?"

He can hear her typing for a several seconds, and then she informs him. "There, you're registered for the group. It meets here at the clinic on Saturday at one in the afternoon."

"Thanks," he says. "Is there anything else?"

"Not at the moment, unless you have any additional questions or concerns."

"I don't. At least not right now."

"Okay," she says. "I'll let you go, so I can get on to my next call. We'll see you and Mr. St-Jean the day after tomorrow, June fourteenth, at ten o'clock."

"We'll be there," Félix says.

They exchange pleasant goodbyes, and Félix hangs up.

When he puts his phone down, Sophie is staring at him with a look of anticipation on her features. "Well?" she says.

"I imagine you heard most of it," he says. "All the appointments have been arranged."

"Do you think you should've done that without talking to Davian first?"

Félix flops backwards onto the sofa cushions and passes his hand across his forehead wearily. "I'm tired of talking to Davian. If he really wants this, he'll come to the first appointment. If he doesn't, he won't. Then, we'll just forget the whole thing."

"Is that what you want?"

"No. You know that's not what I want," he says. "This was Davian's idea, and he got me into it. Before he mentioned children, I never would've thought I'd want any, but now I'm convinced. And he's behaving like it was all my idea and I'm the one who talked him into it, and now he has to go along."

"Before you left for Oasis Springs, I thought you were both really into it," Sophie says. "You sounded so excited when you were telling me about it."

"I think Dav got scared by everything the doctor told us in Oasis Springs," Félix says. "And I think he's prejudiced against Sixamish people a little bit too, for some reason."

"But, why? They're from another world, but they're still people just like us."

"I tried to tell him that, but he seemed really put off by the doctor we met with. She was so beautiful, and so nice and kind to us, and he sat there the whole time looking at her like she was going to bite him or something."

“They do have terrifying teeth," Sophie says. "I dated a Sixamish guy once. Did you know they bite during sex?"

Despite himself, Félix laughs. "Why did I not know about this?"

"Do you mean me dating a Sixamish guy, or the biting?"

"Both," Félix says.

"Maybe 'dating' was the wrong word," says Sophie. "We saw each other twice, and the lovemaking was mind-blowing, but he wasn't interested in a relationship. He said he just wanted to experience sex with an Earth woman, and I said that was fair. I mean, it's not every day you get to do it with an alien, and I wanted the experience as much as he did.”

"And he bit you?"

"Hmm..." Sophie says. "Not as hard as he'd bite a female of his own species, according to him, but he did leave a mark."

"Watcher help us," Félix says, taking off his glasses and wiping tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes. "Does Katie know?"

"Katie and I were in an off-again phase at the time," Sophie says. "But yeah, she knows. Katie thought maybe he just wanted to sleep with me so I'd get him pregnant. I couldn't, obviously, but he'd have no way of knowing we're not built the same way Sixamish women are."

"What?"

"Apparently, it's a thing on their planet," says Sophie. "Men and women are equally capable of getting each other pregnant, but from what I understood, the guys have more babies than the women do."

"That's... really odd," Félix says, because he's utterly lost for words.

"Says the man who's about to get pregnant," Sophie teases him.

Félix covers his face with his hands. "Sophie, what am I going to do? Dav and I had a huge argument this morning. That's why he's not here right now. He promised he'd support me through everything, but he's already showing signs of running off."

"Would he do that, after he promised you he wouldn't?"

"I don't know. He's never broken a promise to me before, but..."

"Come here," Sophie says. She scoots closer to him on the sofa and pulls him into her arms. He sags against her and closes his eyes, as she combs her fingers through his hair. "Davian loves you. If he's never broken a promise to you before, there's no reason to think he'd start now, is there?"

"I guess not," Félix says. "I'm scared, that's all. I literally can't do this alone, and I wouldn't want to, even if I could. I need him."

"He'll come back," Sophie says. "He always does."

"I know, but in the back of my mind there's always the worry that some day he won't. What if this is the thing that makes him leave forever? I don't want to lose him. I don't think I can go on without him."

"You know, when you two first got married, nobody thought it'd last more than a few months," Sophie says. "We all thought you were too much of a free spirit to settle down. Now, here you are, talking like this."

"I wasn't a free spirit," Félix says. "It's only that I never found what I was looking for until Davian came into my life. I love him, Sophie. Before him, I didn't even realize it was possible for me to love someone that deeply. He says he loves me and that he doesn't want to lose me either, and I always believed him, but this past few days... I don't know."

"I think you need to talk to each other," Sophie says. "Like, really talk. I don't know what kind of discussions you guys usually have, but this needs to be serious."

"I know."

"Do you? You're talking about having a baby together. That's a major thing, even for people whose relationships are stable.”

"I know that too, and up to now, I thought our relationship was stable.”

"Look, you know I'm not great at planning, or being responsible, for that matter," Sophie says. "It's why Katie and I can't stay together consistently and try to settle down. But, I know what responsibility is, and I know you can't take it lightly."

"We're not," Félix says.

"Maybe you're not taking it lightly, but you have to know whether or not your man is," says Sophie. "I'm worried about you, chouchou. I don't want you to get into trouble. If you're right and he does decide to leave, you can't get stuck with a baby. If he wants to leave you, let him do it before you involve an innocent person with no ability to choose."

"If it weren't for the baby, I don't think he would want to leave," Félix says. "That's the problem. I want him and I want the baby, but I don't know if I can have both."

"You definitely need to talk, then. No silly stuff and no distractions."

Félix smiles faintly. "We are the distractions."

"Oh, Fé... you're completely impossible." Sophie ruffles his hair, and then leans down to kiss his face. "You know what Katie and I do? We go to a public place that's not too crowded. That way, we can be alone, but not so alone that stuff happens. Maybe the park? You can get a citation for taking your clothes off in the park, so that thought should keep you on the straight and narrow."

"How do you know you can get a citation for that?"

"A lady never kisses and tells."

"I'd say it was more than kissing, if you and Katie had your clothes off," Félix says.

"This conversation isn't about me and Katie, and how we may have got carried away in the hedge maze," Sophie says. "It's about you. About how you and that hot man of yours are going to fix your problems and get back to being the cute, frisky couple we all know and love."

“Don’t call us frisky. It makes us sound like old people.”

“Pardon me,” says Sophie. “Perhaps I should’ve said, you two young sex gods need to settle your differences and get the magic back. Katie and I want to be aunties, but not if it means we lose our brother-in-law in the process. Just make it right with Davian, okay? You can worry about babies once you figure out if forever means the same thing to both of you.”

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Chapter Seven

Fox was up at dawn the next morning, packing the last of his items, staring out the window and out to the Nile. No more would they have the luxury of beds, fancy dinners, cool places to seek out for a reprieve.

And he could not have been happier at the prospect of living rough.

A knock sounded at his door, surprising him, believing himself to be the only person who could possibly be awake at that early hour. When he opened it, he found Dana, looking happy, but slightly nervous.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile.

“Hello. I know it’s early, but…” She took a deep breath and let it out. “Would you like to have breakfast? Just you and I, before the others wake to join us?” She smiled and, as always seemed to happen, it caused his stomach to flip.

“I would love to have breakfast with you,” he answered and she nodded. “Let me get my jacket and we can go downstairs.”

It was slightly cooler in the mornings, and he also had something for Dana tucked inside the inner pocket. He had wanted to give it to her on Christmas, but mistakes being made, he was unable to do so. As they would now be alone, possibly for the last time in a while, he knew the timing was perfect.

Closing his door and locking it, he fell in step beside her. She was quiet but seemed to be giving off the same excited energy he himself was feeling. He looked at her appreciatively, the simple yet attractive style in which she dressed always pleasing to behold.

She did not have overly fashionable clothes, but she did not seem to care or desire them. And yet for he, who had grown up with women of all ages dressed in the latest fashions and the best jewels, her simple dress drew him to her even more. Her beauty was held in the simplicity of dress, her manners, and her intelligence.

And her eyes, which spoke to him, even when her mouth did not.

“Have you everything ready?” he asked and she nodded.

“Yes. I packed and repacked last night. Kept thinking I’d forgotten something. Or could rearrange things and find room to add one more thing.”

“Are you needing something?”

“Not at all. I have everything I need,” she assured him with a smile. “It was simply in case I needed or, more accurately, wanted it.” He laughed softly and nodded in understanding.

The dining room was nearly empty, most of the patrons still sleeping. Suggesting a table on the veranda, she accepted and they sat down. She smiled and he smiled back before the waiter walked up to ask them what they wanted to eat.

After he had walked away, he began to reach into his jacket pocket when she let out a deep breath and turned those blue eyes onto him. They were serious and he drew his hand back, folding them in his lap.

“I want to talk about… to tell you why I came here. You’ve never asked and I’ve never volunteered the information, but I want you to know.” She drew in a breath, licked her lips, and closed her eyes briefly. Opening them, she smiled softly and he waited, not wanting to hurry her.

Coffees and sweet biscuits were set on the table and for a few minutes their attention was diverted. When she had taken a few sips of coffee, she nodded and exhaled.

“I… my family is from Maryland, as I told you, and two houses down from us was a family with three children. We all grew up together, though they were slightly older than me. The youngest boy, Matthew…” At this, she trailed off as her hand went to her throat and he knew what she was going to say. He wanted to stop her, tell her it was not necessary, but she had said she wanted him to know, so he would listen.

“Matthew was two years older than me and I…” She laughed bitterly, shaking her head and wiping at her eyes. He swallowed, hating to see her hurting, but knowing there was nothing he could do to help her. “I tagged along with all of them, equally hating and loving him. He treated me like an annoying little sister, but then brought me flowers or held my hand when I had fallen and scraped my knee. He had a way about him. I was in love with him for most of my life.” She smiled at him with tears in her eyes and she sniffled, dabbing her eyes with a napkin.

“He… he never encouraged it, or expected it, showing attention to other girls which broke my heart. But one summer, I stayed with my grandparents and came home in September before school started. I had changed and he noticed, his attention no longer given to other girls, only me. I was fourteen, he was sixteen, and a far off war had recently been declared. Our lives, though not yet consumed by it, soon would be.” She took a second, drinking more of her coffee, not meeting his eyes.

“We were still the same, but different. I had our lives planned in my mind: engaged once I was eighteen, married by nineteen or twenty, a family not far off. I was so happy.” She let out such a shuddering breath, Fox reached for her hand, not caring what others thought or if she would object. She clung to his hand, still not meeting his eyes, tears on her cheeks.

“Though America had not officially entered the war, we all knew it was imminent. It weighed upon everyone. The Lusitania…” She shook her head and closed her eyes. He knew what she was thinking and it made his stomach turn. Opening her eyes, she exhaled quietly. “When Matthew turned eighteen, in August of 1916, he enlisted in the military. He was so proud, ready to fight the Germans and stomp them out. I was terrified.”

“Dana,” Fox said, as she began to cry quietly, but she shook her head, determined to see her story through.

“When… when war was declared… he was so happy. Oh, that makes him sound… I didn’t mean-”

“I understand,” he whispered and she nodded, her head down.

“He left not long after for training and then to England. He asked me to promise to wait for him. It was the easiest promise I ever made.” She blew her nose in the napkin and wiped her eyes. “He arrived in England in June of 1917 and was killed in October of the same year.” She covered her face and cried and he swallowed down the large lump in his throat, turning his head to give them both a chance to compose themselves.

When he had, he looked at her, seeing her tears were subsiding as she took deep calming breaths. Uncovering her face, she looked at him, tears clinging to her lashes.

“My life was planned. I only wanted a husband and a family. And I lost it all. My life ended when his did. My heart was broken.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It was… I can’t describe it. I…” She wiped her eyes and shook her head. “I was devastated. Then angry. Then devastated again. My brother came home, wounded but alive, and I hated him for it. My sister’s husband had not fought, a childhood illness of scarlet fever keeping him from doing so. I hated him too. I hated all of them, until I found an old book of mine, one Matthew and used to read together, about the gods and goddesses of Egypt, planning one day to see them together. That’s when I read about Kha’ari. When my heart was broken, I found her.”

He took a drink and tried to dislodge the lump which once again sat there, as she cried softly for a second.

“My path was clear, I needed to come here, to find her temple. My parents didn’t want me to leave, my father was adamant that I stay, wanting to keep an eye on me, but I was still angry, still hurting. I had to leave. I came here with my aunt and uncle, two people who knew to keep quiet about subjects and let me grieve. They helped set me up at my flat and get me the job at the museum in a training program. They left me and for the first time I felt like I could breathe. When I discovered there was not a temple dedicated to Kha’ari, I was broken again. I did my work, but felt empty for quite a while. But when King Tutankhamun was discovered, I once again felt hopeful. Felt that spark within me ignite, just as it did for you.”

She smiled and he stared at her, once again amazed by her, and by women in general. Women who suffer and hurt, yet carry on every day without giving any indication of their pain.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again and she frowned. “I had no idea.”

“I hadn’t told you, how could you have known?” she asked softly.

“I kissed you. I… should not have done that, not when you…”

“Fox…”

“I took liberties and you’re… grieving… you’re hurting.”

“No, Fox,” she said, softly still. “No. Well, not exactly. I did grieve. I suppose I always will, but it’s… mellowed. It’s evened out. I’m not hurting anymore. Not the way I was. I have a new path now. It’s this… and after this… I don’t know. But, my grief and pain are no longer the same.”

“That’s why you want to find it. To thank her,” he stated, as it all finally made sense and she smiled.

“When I first arrived and did not find it here, when all I had wanted was to offer up my pain to her and have it taken from me, I wanted it for different reasons. But now, five years have passed since the worst day of my life, and yes, I want to thank her.”

He stared at her and felt a new desire grow within him. If it took years, he would work to find that temple for her, to present to her the opportunity to give her proper thanks.

If she asked him for the moon, he would attempt to try, wanting nothing more than to see her happy.

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They were quiet after her story, but a comfortable quiet that did not feel strained. He kept feeling he should reciprocate with his own story, but it did not feel like the right moment. That had not been what drove her to speak, so he remained silent.

“The dress your mother sent two years ago,” he said, her eyes raising to his in question, as the puzzle pieces he knew of her life began to fall into place.

“Yes,” she said with a nod. “She sent it with a note hoping it would be something I would wear ‘out with a young man.’ I never found an occasion worthy of it, until recently anyway.” She smiled and he nodded.

“Or the young man, I suppose,” he joked and she held his gaze, saying nothing as she then looked away.

Clearing his throat, finding double meaning in her answer, or lack thereof, he once again reached toward his jacket pocket and took out the gift he had purchased for her a few days past, placing it onto the table. Pushing it toward her, he watched her looking at it.

“I noticed that your journal was nearly full as you wrote in it recently. I knew you needed a new one, and I had planned on making it a Christmas gift, but…” He pulled his hands back and she smiled as she looked at the dark, rich brown of the leather.

“Thank you. I was in need of a new journal… oh, Fox…” she breathed and then gasped as she opened the journal and saw what he had added to it.

Every night before he had gone to sleep, he sketched copies of his sketches from his own journal into hers. The first three pages were dedicated to the sketches of what they had seen and what had caught his eye.

“This is beautiful. Oh, the details of this one… Fox. This is from Karnak. I remember turning around and you weren’t there. I came back and you were sketching this one.” She looked up at him and he smiled with a nod. “Thank you, this is an amazing gift. One I will treasure always.”

He nodded, saying nothing, her story weighing heavily on his mind as they finished their meal. He was thoughtful as they left the veranda and for the first time, her words did not reach his ears as they walked and she spoke to him. His mind was full and he needed time to think of all he had learned.

The arrival of the men was a welcome distraction, their excitement driving away the heaviness of the morning. They were all laughing and talking, Pierre both writing and signing.

Their trunks were brought down and added to the wagons, a third one procured for all of the extra bits they had not accounted for, the others too full to hold any more.

They had to ferry across the river one wagon at a time, the weight of all too heavy to sustain them if they did not. Once they were all together, they set off. Akl drove one wagon, his boys the others, with everyone else on horseback, using borrowed horses which would be brought back when they were settled.

It would take nearly three full days to reach their final destination, needing to stop and camp for two nights. The weather was perfect, the sky cloudless, the company easy. No one could have asked for a better start.

By the time they stopped for the day, they were sore and tired. Akl’s sons began to prepare a fire as he set about making them dinner.

The three men insisted they had bedrolls and were not in need of a tent for two nights, so long as the fire was warm, they would be quite fine.

Fox insisted they put up the smaller tent for Dana, and though she refused, not wanting to be of any trouble, with the help of Sobek and Atum it was quickly erected and her bed made up. As she stepped inside to have a look at it, she brushed Fox’s arm, her eyes thanking him.

They ate and sat around the fire talking, getting to know one another better.

John, 28, was from Kansas, the middle of six boys, and the son of a very tough man to please. He was cruel at times, enticing his sons to squabble and fight one another, believing it made them stronger. No weak sons for him, thank you.

“Although it doesn’t excuse me,” John said, as he looked at Dana. “It’s part of why I was willing to leave when we first met. My father’s voice in my ear telling me a man should never be led by a woman. That I was weak if I allowed it.”

“I understand. I do,” Dana said softly, but she shook her head. “It doesn’t mean that it’s right, however. To be diminished because of my sex… to be thought as less than another, it is unfair.”

Pierre clapped his hands at this, nodding vigorously and tapping his chest. He signed something to John, who nodded and signed back with a rueful smile.

“Yes, it is unfair and I apologize again, to you both. For my thoughts were somewhat similar when I met Pierre, though it was wrong of me.” He nodded at his friend again. “It’s hard. To get that voice out of your head, even after all this time. I haven’t seen my father in nearly ten years. I left home when I was eighteen, moving from place to place doing odd jobs and never went back. I got into a lot of scraps and some of them… I’m surprised I survived. Surprised I survived that, more than I survived the war. But I did and I learned from them, though not enough it seems. I apologize to you once again, Miss Scully.” He bowed his head to her and she smiled kindly at him.

“For the last time,” she stated softly and he grinned as he met her eyes, his forgiveness granted.

Charles, 30, was from London, very near Fox’s family, though they had never met. He had two younger sisters, both now married and in the country somewhere.

“I’ve been away from home for a long time myself. After the war, I couldn’t go back. I was different and the thought of home did not hold the same appeal. My mother had passed while I was in Belgium, the letter from my sister reaching me nearly a month after it happened. I… I read it and put it in my pocket, took one breath, and was back to the fight. I had no time to think about it, to dwell and remember her. I felt nothing because I would not allow myself to do so. I was twenty three, in the middle of a bloody war, and it was I, not my mother who survived.” He shook his head and wiped at his eyes quickly. Pierre clapped him on the back gently and Charles nodded.

“When the war was over, I couldn’t go home. Not even for my sisters. I had to leave, to go anywhere. Anywhere hot. I’d spent nights freezing without a fire and I could not abide a cold London winter. I had to go somewhere warm. I traveled through Africa, visiting many of its countries. I like it here, this continent suits me.” Dana smiled at him and he nodded. Pierre rubbed his back again and looked at Dana and then John.

“Right,” John said. “Charles and I know Pierre’s story, having heard it before, but Charles is not as fluent in sign language as I am, so I’ll be translating for him.” Pierre smiled at Dana again and she smiled back. He began to speak with his hands and John spoke his words quietly.

“I am twenty five, from Bordeaux. My parents have a vineyard there and I have two brothers. An older and a younger. I don’t remember ever being able to speak, though my parents said I did. I fell when I was two and was in the hospital for a long time, though I have no memory of it. I was brought to Paris by train and had surgeries done as my brain was swollen. I survived them, though it was a long time in the hospital, again something I do not remember much of, but from it, I was left unable to speak. I eventually attended schools for the deaf and the mute where I learned sign language. My parents thankfully did not lose their vineyard, as my injuries and costs thereafter were expensive, but it thrived. I will never be in charge of it, my…” Here Pierre paused his hands and took a deep breath. “My younger brother will, my older brother having died in the war.”

It was now Charles’s turn to offer support, his hand on Pierre’s shoulder. Pierre nodded and then shook his head, his hands once again moving quickly.

“I came to Italy four years ago, a doctor there claiming he could treat and cure muteness. I…” Again he paused, his hands lying in his lap. The fire crackled and they all jumped, laughing in embarrassment. Pierre smiled and began again. “I was in love with a young woman and I wanted to be able to speak to her. To speak the words I love you and not just write them. But the treatment was not what I believed it would be. It was…” He swallowed and wiped at his eyes. “Terrible. Just… terrible. I won’t go into more detail.”

“And you never went back to her?” Dana asked softly. Fox looked at her and saw tears on her cheeks as she stared at Pierre. “You didn’t go home?” He shook his head and looked down at his lap, his hands moving, but his gaze not meeting hers.

“No,” John said for him, his voice very quiet. “I was and still am ashamed. Of my imperfections and my cowardice to face her with them.”

“Oh…” Dana breathed and she began to cry softly. Pierre looked up at her and then stood to his feet, walking close to her. He handed her a handkerchief and she took it, grasping his hand. “I’m so sorry. If she loved you, she saw past what you consider imperfections. I know she did.” He shook his head and shrugged, sitting back down as the rest of them were silent.

Dana, after her tears subsided, told them about herself and Matthew. Fox was thankful to her for telling him privately that morning, the shock and pain at hearing her pain would have been hard to hear in front of strangers. He would have been unable to hide his feelings and desire to comfort her.

When she had finished, Pierre was sitting beside her, holding her hand. Their stories were somewhat similar, thus they seemed to find comfort with one another.

All eyes turned to Fox and he cleared his throat. He had never told Dana his whole story and as he relayed it now, of being stabbed and shot, his multiple illnesses both during and after the war, she rose from her seat and sat close to him, taking his large hand in her small one. She would squeeze it when he paused, needing a second to compose himself, the panic rising within him. When he was done, she remained next to him, now holding his hand in both of hers.

“Bloody hell,” Charles said, shaking his head. “We’re all quite a broken bloody mess, aren’t we?” They all laughed, Dana wiping her eyes as she did, still holding onto Fox’s hand with the other.

“I’d say so,” John said almost bitterly. “And with that, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

They all agreed and stood to make their beds ready. Fox walked Dana to her tent and she stopped at the door before going inside. She searched his face and he smiled, not wanting her to worry. She took his hand and squeezed gently.

“Goodnight, Fox,” she whispered.

“And to you, Dana.”

One more squeeze and she let go of his hand, stepping inside the tent. He waited for a second and then rejoined the men around the fire.

He lay on his back looking up at the stars, the sand cool beneath his fingers, and he thought of what Charles said; they were all a broken mess, each in their own way. He turned onto his side and stared at Dana’s tent, hoping she was asleep or at least near to it.

A snore from Akl, around his own smaller fire with his sons, came from his left. The other men seemed to be asleep already also. He closed his eyes, his thoughts once again on Dana, hoping she was able to find peace as she slept.

#The X-Files #XF Fanfic #Alternate Universe #Historical AU #Egypt #On The Road To Discovery #Nearly There

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momolady · 3 years

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Have they tried to see how much coffee mr. Faire can drink in one day? Second question. Did, at some point in the past, the carnival find out mr Faire and energy drinks is worse than mr Faire and coffee? Like he was way too hyper or something, so they don’t let him drink them. Or does he just not like the taste?

Before I get into the science and biology of what makes Mr. Faire run. The idea of him accidentally getting hold of an energy drink and becoming a menace to the carnival is something I really need to make reality.

Now for the science. It’s actually a mystery how much coffee Mr. Faire can consume or if he even NEEDS it for anything. He just seems to consume it as if by habit. Theories abound that perhaps it’s something he needs to sustain himself. Others say he simply enjoys the ritual of it, the taste, the feeling. Some say he collects the different flavors of coffee he tries everywhere as a hobby. No one at the carnival is really sure why he drinks coffee. But also, no one has really asked.

Ruby, after marriage, wondered this herself. Her husband isn’t human, so of course coffee must not affect him the same way. But even God would be blinded by the amount Mr. Faire consumes regularly. So finally Ruby’s curiosity asked and she certainly did not expect the story her gave her.

He drinks coffee to remind him of friends long gone. Of the original Mr. Faire who took him in and gave him his purpose. Of the men in the trenches of wwii who sometimes only got coffee to keep them sustained through the days. For him, yes it is a habit, it is a pleasure, but for him it is also a chance to remember when his past is completely unknown to him (before he got it back mind you). Coffee for him was memories, it was friends, it was a scrap book. Different blends had different faces, different voices and places. But also because he felt it helped him relax. While touched it also bothered Ruby. Why would he need to calm down? What did he need to calm down? What was he keeping at bay? She decided to save this question for another day. If coffee was his friend, that was all she needed for now.

#mr Faire #my character

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hypnofur1 · 3 years

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Influencing the Influencer

By Hypnofur

“I have to say, I am loving retirement. This is my first year of being retired and it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. Everyone should retire at 36!” Dan joked into the microphone. The two radio guys laughed harder than they should have. While Dan knew that regular people couldn’t retire at 36, he wasn’t joking about loving retirement. He had been playing football since second grade. He enjoyed a 15 year career in the NFL. 13 of those years were in Cincinnati, but the last two were in Kansas City… where a SuperBowl was won in his last season.

Being part of a Super Bowl team, even as a backup like Dan was by the end of his career, makes you royalty in that city for the rest of time. Heck, ask the ’85 Bears about that. Especially in cities that love their team as much as KC. Dan always wanted to win one for Cincy, the city that he truly identified as home now, but that was never even close to being in the cards.

However, Dan was the only high profile guy from the Super Bowl team to retire after the big win. The rest of the guys pretty much stayed on the team, and were in the Super Bowl again this year. As such, all the KC radio and media people were desperate for a “Chiefs Insider” to talk to. Dan was flown down to Tampa for the week to do radio, tv, etc. He was considering a career in broadcasting, so this all-expense paid trip was a nice little trial run. The only downside of it, was that Casey didn’t come with him.

Dan’s wife was going to go to Tampa with him, and make a ton of Instagram videos and posts from Tampa. She was incredibly excited about it, as was the social media company that employed her to do all these blogs. Her sweetness, honesty, great style, and knockout natural beauty was evident to anyone who saw her, whether in real life or on a screen. She had sort of become “Cincy’s Sweetheart” over the years, so when influencers became a thing, she was in high demand. The Tampa vlogs were likely going to set records for likes. However, Dan’s mom broke her ankle in a fall the week before.

Casey insisted she stay home to help Dan’s mom. This is why Dan was head over heels for her. Yes, she was gorgeous. But she was also the sweetest, most wonderful wife in the world. While all the other players would have girlfriends and hook ups in each city, Dan never did. He was completely and utterly faithful to Casey.

With all this said, while Casey didn’t go to Tampa, she had to vlog about something. Trips to Dan’s Mom’s house during the day to help her out wouldn’t make good content. Such was the topic of conversation as the couple chatted on the phone Friday morning.

“So did you find anything to vlog about?” Dan asked.

“Ugh, I think so. They really want us to push groupon experience things. They gave DeAndra groupon passes to a comedy show, so we are going to do that.” Casey told her husband. She meant to sound a bit more cheery as she did so. She was trying so hard to not show her disappointment over not being in Tampa. She didn’t want to make him feel bad.

“Oh yeah, is Darnell going? If the dude is funny, the sound of Darnell’s laugh when he gets roaring is the only thing anyone in that place is going to hear! Hopefully the dude doesn’t make Bengals jokes. Darnell will get up on that stage!” Dan laughed, as did Casey.

“Did you drink tons of water last night?” Casey asked. She was always concerned about him.

“Hahah. I did. A whole river. I’m doing good. Three more days babe, then I am home to you. I miss you so much.” Dan said, very truthfully.

“Me too. I’ll tell DeAndra and Darnell you said hi” she smiled as she hung up.

Dan missed her terribly, but he was at least pleased that he’d have her vlog to watch later that night. He loved watching those. However, it was Friday night of Super Bowl week. Dan had a whirlwind day. He was treated like a Chiefs Legend because he was wearing that Super Bowl ring. He even got invited to a dinner with Joe Montana! He couldn’t pass that up. Dinner was great. Drinks were had, and not enough water was consumed. Dan passed out when he got back to the hotel.

It was late the next morning when Dan finally awoke. He realized that he had missed Casey’s Instagram vlog. He was surprised he didn’t have a text about that from her. He checked her Insta page. There wasn’t one from last night. That was really odd. He started to get a little nervous.

He texted her. “Hi, you ok? No vlog from last night?”

Fortunately, he got an immediate return text “Just filmed it this morning. Posting now J”

That put him at ease. He took a quick shower, and then grabbed his phone to see his beautiful wife’s angelic face. She was in her car. For some reason, that’s where people filmed themselves. Dan never understood why that was a thing.

“Hey guys, its Casey! Hope you are all having a great weekend! I know it is Super Bowl weekend, and that is super exciting for tomorrow! But, I wanted to tell you guys about a great experience me and my friends had thanks to groupon last night! My hubby is out of town, and I was feeling kind of sad, but then my friends called and said they had a groupon for an awesome experience. Totally changed the course of my weekend!

So we went to Funny Bone at Liberty Center, which is such a cute place! Anyway, my friend DeAndra told me the comedian was actually a stage hypnotist named Arnold Denton, aka The Amazing Hypno-natti. When I heard hypnotist, I was freaking out! Oh, and yeah, I found the name ‘Hypno-natti’ lame as well, but trust me guys, he is soooooo amazing!

So anyway guys, when we got in, I decided to put my fear aside and volunteer. Seriously guys, it was one of the craziest experiences I’ve ever had. Before we were even brought up on stage, we had to sign a waiver that basically said the hypnotist is not responsible for any injuries that may occur and all that other fun legal stuff. Guys, believe me when I tell you that I cannot recall a moment in my in my life that I was more nervous when I was up on that stage. The hypnotist explained to us, and the rest of the audience, that what we were about to experience was extremely different. Some of us would remember exactly what happened, and some of us wouldn’t. In total, there were probably about like twenty five of us lined up in front of the stage and the audience was told to be completely silent.

Right before we began, the hypnotist told us that we would be “under” for about a half an hour, but our bodies would react as if it had been asleep for 8 hours. So crazy! From what I can remember, it went a little like this:

We were told to sit down and just relax. With our eyes closed, we were told that we should feel this ‘energy of relaxation’ that would begin to pool at our feet and then work its way up to our body. All the while, there was this really strange music that was playing and the hypnotist was talking to us. After about 5 minutes he had us open our eyes and raise our arms horizontally and lock our fingers together so that we made a ball with our fists. At this point, we are still not under, so we were all aware of our surroundings and what not. Next thing I know, Hypno-natti is coming straight down the line and thrusting our hands down into our laps and pushing our heads down onto the shoulder of the person sitting to our left. It was about my turn and the last thing I can remember about this part is him yelling “Sleep!”

After the whole intro, we woke up and he was kind of pacing the stage and the audience was giggling and stuff and I can remember being super confused. I seriously thought that the show ended and I was actually asleep the whole time. As he was pacing, he was just casually talking to the audience and then he said “spark” (what I now know is a “trigger word”) and just like that it felt as though the wrath of God had come through the leg of the chair I was sitting in and electrocuted me in the butt! It hurt so bad; not like a long pain, but just like a jolt of electricity. I stood up so fast and everybody in the place was just rolling! I looked around and it was just me and another guy standing and grabbing our butts. He did this a couple more times and then triggered some of the other people and the whole time I just remember being super confused. At one point, I remember crying, because I had fallen deeply, madly in love with him, and he was dancing with someone else. It was soo crazy guys! Long story short, the hypnotist basiscally made us his personal puppets and we were slightly embarrassed, but it was all in good fun. My friends and I totally laughed about it all night after. It was a great experience that was all made possible through groupon!! Swipe up and see what other fun experiences they can save you a ton on. Luv you guys!!!” She concluded with a kiss of her fingers then the peace sign.

Dan loved to see her and hear her voice. He was wishing it wasn’t 48 full hours until he’d get to see her again. But it was. Those 48 hours went quickly at least. Frankly, it was a whirlwind. By the time he walked in the door of his spacious Cincinnati home Monday morning, he was exhausted – but so glad to hug, squeeze, and kiss his gorgeous brunette wife.

“Tell me everything!!” Casey said as she put some coffee on. She could tell by his face that he needed it.

Dan laughed as he admitted he exhausted. It had been quite a week of late night dinners, Super Bowl parties, and media work. It was terrific, but it wiped him out. However, he happily launched into his diatribe. He told her about all the radio shows he went on, and how he even did a couple TV spots. Casey squealed when he told her that he plugged her vlogs on all the local Cincinnati shows.

“ooooh My big media mogul!” Casey flirted. Her big brown eyes gazing into Dan’s. Then her phone beeped with a text, which was a constant occurrence. She grabbed it and checked the text. It was at this point that her expression changed. She became completely focused on the phone. It was like she suddenly forgot Dan was there.

“Who’s that?” Dan asked, realizing this was strange. Was someone hurt? Was something wrong? Casey didn’t answer. She just typed a couple things on her phone, and then walked upstairs, not even addressing Dan as she left. Dan found this very strange, but he also had to pee really bad. He figured he’d see what the deal was, but had to handle that situation briefly before anything else.

Much to his shock, by the time he got up to the bedroom, Casey was naked and wearing headphones. She was sprawled out on their bed, reclining in a mound of fur pillows. Naked and eyes closed with her blue bullet vibrator that they had bought as a sexy toy at their anniversary. Dan understandably figured that this was a “welcome home” sex game. He found himself immediately getting hard.

"I’m going deeper and deeper." Casey said quietly. Dan assumed she was talking about the vibrator going into her pussy. This was unusual sex talk from her, but he was still into it.

She moans, "Going deeper and deeper. I am deeply hypnotized. "

Dan was stunned. She was sooooooo freaking sexy with a nipple in one hand and that toy teasing the other one. But what did she say? Did she say hypnotized?

“Deeply hypnotized and deep under your control.” She whispers.

Dan heard that and got more concerned, but then couldn’t help but notice that he sound of the vibrator changed! She had turned up the setting. Soon, she was pinching her breasts and her hips are starting to rock slowly. She was moaning and purring. Dan was so hard he couldn’t think straight.

Casey turned the toy up to level 3; as fast as it goes. The next 4 settings are just various combinations of the 3 vibration speeds. Her hips were moving faster, her breasts were bouncing and she was having a hard time keeping the toy on her clit. Her teeth were clenched and she could feel the orgasm start to creep over her skin. . Her chest was heaving as she changed the setting on the toy again.

Slow, Slow, Slow, medium, medium, medium, fast, fast, fast

With hypnotic words and commands being fed into her mind, the orgasm raced up her torso and arched her body off the bed. Her neck muscles tightened and her eyes pinched shut as she screamed out loud and held the toy in place right on top of her clit.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOhHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I server Master Hypno-natti!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I belong to Master Hypno-natti!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOHHHHMYGODMASTERRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Shock from Dan.

Awe from Dan.

Lust from Dan.

Fear from Dan.

Anger from Dan… and anger won.

He grabbed the headphones and ripped them off her. He yelled right into the microphone. “This is her husband, you sick fuck! Stay the fuck away from us, or I’ll rip your motherfucking arms off!!!!”

There was a click, and Dan knew that the person on the other end of that phone was gone. He turned his attention to Casey, who was now glistening with sweat, and still breathing heavy.

“Cay – Cay, wake up babe. Cay” he said, shaking his wife.

She eventually stirred, opened her big brown eyes and stared back at her husband. “Dan, what’s going on?” she asked.

“This is going to sound nuts, babe. But I think the hypnotist from the other night, like triggered you into masturbating for him on the phone.” Dan explained carefully. He wasn’t sure how his Catholic, surprisingly conservative wife would handle this manipulation.

He watched her face as the realization of what happened washed over her. He held his breath as he expected the tears to start rolling. Instead, she looked at him wide eyed. Then her beautiful big brown eyes slowly went down to his crotch.

“I missed you” she whispered, as she stared at her husband’s erection.

Confusion from Dan.

Fear from Dan.

Love from Dan.

Lust from Dan… and lust won.

He went down and made love to his wife. They kissed passionately, like the reunited lovers they were. Dan couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. He couldn’t wait any longer, and inserted himself right into his wife’s already very wet pussy. He glided right in. He didn’t last long in there. Within 30 seconds, he had finished. Casey giggled and gave him a loving hug. He crashed on to the bed beside her. Planning to only take a minute to catch his breath and then have a talk with his wife about the whole hypnotist thing, Dan accidentally fell sound asleep. The crazy week of the Super Bowl was just too much. He was out like a light, he didn’t even hear Casey get a text...

Dan slept for a good two and a half hours. He woke up to Casey lovingly rubbing his back.

“Hey babe, if you sleep too long, you won’t be able to get to sleep tonight. Your schedule will be all wacky.” She said lovingly. He knew she was right. She was always taking care of him.

Dan turned around in the bed and smiled at his beautiful wife. She had gotten freshened up, her clothes were back on and she was all together. God, she was so beautiful. Like a brunette angel.

“Hey, try this” she said, handing Dan a cup of tea. “It is a new chamomile tea they want us to vlog about. It’s actually reeaalllly good!” Casey said excitedly. Dan took the tea and tried it. He wasn’t a tea guy, but… anything for Casey.

“Hey, look babe, we have to talk about that Hypno-natti guy. I think he’s like still playing with your head” Dan said. He had always been direct. “When I came upstairs, you were on the phone with him I think, and you were, you know…”

“Playing with myself?” Casey said with a devilish, but so cute grin. She didn’t usually say things like that.

“Yeah” Dan said, surprised she said that out loud. He felt his dick stir a bit.

“Seriously babe, you are going to love that tea” Casey encouraged. Dan took another sip. It was pretty good.

“So, that was hot to see, I’ll admit, but you can’t have some guy like… controlling you to do sex stuff” Dan said, surprised he needed to map it out to her to this point.

Casey nodded. Then she looked at the bed sheet starting to tent around Dan’s groin. She laughed. “Well well, me thinks he doth protest too much” she teased. “OMG, I forgot to tell you. I saw the BEST movie on HBO Max when you were gone!” she said exuberantly.

“HBO Max? Babe, we should really deal with this hypnotist thing.” Dan said, what the hell was going on? His head was feeling a bit tingly. Boy, he must still be tired.

“I know Dan, and we will. I’m sorry, I have just missed you soo much. I saw this movie, and it was like, really sexy. And I can see that you are, you know… turned on right now” she said as she gently stroked his growing hard on.

“We can deal with this hypno stuff later. But right now, I am in the mood, and you are in the mood, and I want to show you the sexiest things I’ve ever seen on screen. Finish your tea and we can check this out” Casey said as she leaned into a sensual kiss with her husband.

Dan was a very smart man. He went to Notre Dame. He knew something was seriously fucked up here. But he was a MAN. And the curiosity of what kind of movie could have been so hot that it got her acting like this was just too curious for him to ignore. Against his better judgement, he let his beautiful wife lead him to their home theater room. He felt his head spin as he stood up from the bed.

“Take a seat in the middle” Casey directed with another long sensual kiss before turning on the surround sound and the media player. Dan’s eyes were glued to her. She was walking around such sexy confidence. He had never seen her like this. What the hell was in this movie???

Satisfied that the AV system was on and playing, Casey sat down in the large velvet chair next to her husband’s. The giant screen was black for a while, and Dan noticed that there was a humming coming from the speakers. The humming was vibrating through this very core. It felt… warm? Was that right? Soon there was a black and white spiral on the screen. What kind of HBO Max thing is this? Dan thought. Then he remembered the hypnotist. Wait, what the fuck? He went to protest, but he was becoming enthralled by the whirling spiral that had become the only thing in the room. He could feel it hypnotizing him, warm waves of relaxation moving out from it into his opening mind. Hypnotizing him. Hypnotizing Casey. Hypnotizing them with the way it spun around and around, always going deeper.

This was how it felt to be hypnotized? Dan thought to himself. He never could have dreamed how nice it was. How good it felt to be under hypnosis, under hypnotic control. He knew who the voice belonged to now, that it was Hypno-natti talking to them as they watched in a deep hypnotic state. Hypno-natti was amazing! Sooo amazing. Hypno-natti was the master of the fascinating, hypnotic spiral that controlled their minds.. He was telling them that it was time to submit their entire mind and body now, to go into a trance.

Dan knew he didn’t want to do that, but he felt a deep desire to obey, an overwhelming urge to submit. Pleasing Hypno-natti was most important. To go into a trance for Hypno-natti. Hypno-naitti’s voice was telling them to prepare to surrender totally to his hypnotic power. The spiral was turning faster now. Dan felt all his thoughts begin to move down into it. He could feel the intense hypnotic influence reaching out for his mind and he couldn’t help but submit. Faster and faster, round and round. He was falling into it. Falling faster and faster. She could see only an endless spiral in front of him now, a deep whirling tunnel that pulled him in as he stared into it. Hypno-natti’s voice was controlling their thoughts, hypnotizing them into total obedience.. There was only the spiral. And the voice. The whirling spiral. The soothing voice. Hypno-natti’s voice. Their master. Dan knew he must obey. Casey knew she must obey her master. They were hypnotized, so deeply and completely.

Next thing Dan knew, he was somehow in the foyer. When had he left the theater room? There was a knock at the door. He answered. There was a small scrawny guy about 10 years older than him standing in the doorway.

“Can I help you?” Dan asked, his head still cloudy.

“I’m the Amazing Hypno-natti” the man said. His majestic voice now very familiar to the former NFL start. “Invite me in” he commanded.

“Please, come in” Dan said immediately, stepping out of the way.

Casey had entered the foyer when she heard the knock. When she saw Hypno-natti, she was immediately overcome with desire. He was soooo sexy. The sexiest man ever born. She immediately felt her pussy moisten and her nipples get sensitive. She flirtatiously played with her hair and smiled at him.

“Hello my darling Casey” he said as he took her in. She was so incredibly beautiful with her gorgeous brunette hair, big brown eyes, and perfect trim figure.

Dan knew this wasn’t right. He could sense the attraction between them. What the hell? She was his wife. “Look buddy, I-”

“Dan, go into trance” Hypno-natti said authoritatively. Dan said nothing, but his hands fell to his sides.

“Casey, I am your Master. You desire me above anything else.” Hypno-natti said, feeling very confident that both parties in the couple were completely under his hypnotic sway.

He moved into Casey, kissing her neck gently. She was too lost in him to look over at her husband, who was still still standing next to her with a glazed, entranced look in his eyes.

At Hypno-natti’s direction, the three went upstairs to the bedroom. At this point, the hypnotist commanded Dan. "Take off your wife’s pants and panties”.

Dan rose to action slowly. "Yes, Sir," he said in a soft, deferential voice as he knelt in front of her and pulled down the black yoga pants and little satin panties that were meant for his homecoming.

“Lay her on the bed” Hypno-natti said as he took off his own pants. Dan complied and then went to stand up against the wall when instructed to do so. All this, despite the 10 or so inches of height and almost 150lbs of muscle that Dan had on the hypnotist.

Hypno-natti descended upon her, his face directly in front of hers. His eyes boring into her own. "Submit to my influence, Casey. Submit to my hypnotic power. Submit to Hypno-natti. Submit to hypnosis” he said as he again rhythmically put his cock against her body.

"Very, very good, Casey. You're blissfully floating, deeply in my erotic thrall, open to all my commands. Feeling so wonderful as you obey me. Realizing now that nothing seems important but obeying me, because it feels so wonderful, so sexual. You want the sexy feeling of obeying me, don't you, Casey?"

"Yes. I want to obey." She repeated happily, lost in lust.

"Very good Casey. The more obedient you are, the more wonderful you will feel. Only pleasing me matters now, nothing else. All you want now is the wonderful, sexual, floating feeling of obeying my voice. All you want is to be deeply under my control and to obey me. Tell me now what you want, Casey."

"Deeply under your control. Obey you."

"Do you want me inside you?" he asked the hypnotized wife.

"Yes!" Casey answered, no longer caring for her dignity, her marriage, or for anything but the prospect of being ravished by her master.

The man poked the head of his penis against her quivering opening, slight hip movements just threatening to penetrate her, but not quite.

"Tell your husband how badly you want me to fuck you."

Casey shut her eyes, ashamed of the words she knew she had to offer. "I want him to fuck me!" she offered to the room.

The man pushed her head to the side, making her stare at her husband, still standing against the wall, his penis slowly inching its way to a semi-erection with the spectacle. "Say, 'Dan, I need Hypno-natti’s hypnotic dick inside me.'"

"Honey!" she mustered. Pausing, unbelieving of her own abandon. "I need Hypno-natti’s hypnotic big dick inside me! I neeeed it!!"

With one sharp thrust, the man invaded her with the full length of his modest cock, and Casey cried out in surrender at the explosion of pleasure. He brought his face down to hers, leaning in as if to kiss her, his breath hot on her face, and slowly slid his dick out, his rock-hard shaft grinding against her achingly swollen G-spot. As she raised her lips to accommodate him, he pulled his face away teasingly and thrust himself violently into her again, eliciting another loud pre-orgasmic cry. For what seemed like an eternity, they kept up this erotic dance of desire and denial, his hands caressing her hair, the almost gentle play of his face so close to hers contrasting exquisitely with the force of his thrusts. Finally, he brought his lips to meet hers and kissed her deeply, the lustiness of his tongue's exploration telling her that he was just as aroused by her as she was by him. His cock driving into her more insistently now, faster, even deeper it seemed.

And she loved it - there was no use denying it to herself. The hypnotic power of his eyes, their entrancing gaze. Now the hypnotist was pulling her head back by her hair as he fucked her, running his tongue up and down her neck. Then unleashing her and licking her all over her face. Making her feel so owned. The pressure inside building now to unbearable intensity, the edge of orgasm too much to stand. "Oh... my... God!" she stammered.

The man now gripping the slats of the headboard as leverage to drive himself into her with as much force as he could. He wrapped his small ams around her, squeezing her to him, her tits pressed against his chest, making her feel what strength he had as he continued fucking her just as hard as he could. She wrapped her arms around her Master, wanting to feel him as much as possible.

“Cum for me now my pet and tell me that you now belong to me!” Hypno-natti grunted.

In a burst of mind-shattering pleasure, Casey felt every muscle in her body violently contract upon his words. Her nerves screamed in ecstasy. A long, wailing scream shaping the breath that rushed out of her lungs, forming finally into words..."

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMMMMIIIIIIING!!!!IIIIMMMM YOURRRRSSS!!!"

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A week later…

“Hey guys! This is Casey. We are half way through February. I can almost smell the spring! Anyway, I want to tell you guys about something that I am soooo into right now. I’ve been totally improving myself through hypnosis. You guys might remember one of my earlier vlogs where I talked about a totally fun stage show I went to starring the Amazing Hypno-natti. Well, I’ve been working with him one on one on a ton of stuff and he is totally helping me with his incredible hypnosis skills. Dan too! So, swipe up to learn more about Hypno-natti. He has both sessions and videos available. And you can even find where you can try some of his unbelievable chamomile tea. Guys, it is sooo good! More vlogs coming this week, don’t forget to like and subscribe Luv you guys!!!” She concluded with a kiss of her fingers then the peace sign.

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ericmun · 3 years

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Woman Sense - NOV.2020: Refreshing Woman, Na Hye Mi, What's Her Plan for Starting 2nd Generation With Shinhwa’s Eric? + 10 Simple Questions Her Style (English Sub)

The Moment I Discovered Na Hye Mi’s Never-seen-before Charms

" I want to be an actor who is loved not only by the public but also by fellow actors and staff members I work with. For that to happen, I should become a better person, right?

I met actress Na Hye Mi. The misconception I had of her being somewhat haughty based on her sharp eyes disappeared completely with the first greeting. Although she was busy filming the drama these days, Na Hye Mi did not look the least bit tired. She smiled the entire time and gave carefully considered responses to each question. She was not super eloquent, but it was charming to see an honest and refreshing side of her. Even her apology for not being used to doing interviews was true to her character.

These days, Na Hye Mi's main interest is KBS1's new daytime drama “No Matter What.” It’s not that she does not have experience doing weekend and daytime dramas, but it is the first time that she plays such a big role. Although she had nerves and concerns about leading a daily drama as a leading actress, the excitement about greeting viewers with a new character was greater.

“No Matter What” is a family drama about the growth of children who have experienced divorce and remarriage of their parents. Na Hye Mi plays ‘Kim Bora,’ a weather forecaster who welcomes a stepfather after growing up in a single-parent household. Not only will there be a sweet love story line but the real relationship among family members will also be presented with colorful charms.

"I'm scared and nervous about the reactions." Na Hye Mi looked very excited for her meeting with Woman Sense, which took place just before the premiere of “No Matter What.” She still exuded the fresh energy and raw enthusiasm of a rookie. I became curious about Na Hye Mi, a refreshing woman who cannot easily be judged based on first impression.

Q. You’re back with a new drama. Na Hyemi: We only have two days left until the premiere (October 12th, 2020), but I'm still in a daze. I’m also wondering how the viewers will react. We started filming at the end of August and we've been working so hard up until now, but I think I still need to adjust to the set. I've experienced both weekend and daytime dramas, but I still feel like I have a long way to go. (laughs) My current role is bigger than any of my previous works, so I'm spending a lot of time thinking about how to lead the drama. Above all, I try my best to not to become a nuisance on the set.

Q.All of your previous works had high ratings. Na Hyemi: KBS2's weekend drama “My Only One” and KBS1's daytime drama “Home for Summer” both produced pretty high ratings. Sometimes I can't believe I was a part of such beloved dramas, so I feel more gratitude than anything. I was very fortunate. I'm still in touch and maintain good relationships with Lim Ye Jin sunbaenim and Uee unni, both of whom I met during that time. I hope I can also learn and gain new things after finishing “No Matter What.”

Q. This time, you become a weather forecaster. Na Hyemi: Weather forecasts are the voices we commonly hear in our daily lives. I thought I could imitate it quickly, but it turned out to be harder than I thought. I’m practicing very hard to look like a real weather forecaster. I’m even correcting my pronunciation while biting to a pen. It is not easy. In fact, it turns out weather forecasters and announcers have different pronunciations and vocalizations. I gained more respect for them while practicing.

Q. What kind of character can we expect from you in “No Matter What”? Na Hyemi: The character Kim Bora is very bubbly and fun. Since it’s a family drama, you can also enjoy a variety of harmony among the family members. In particular, please look forward to the sister chemistry between Kim Bora and 'Shin Ari' (Jung Min Ah). I only have a younger brother in real life so I really like having a sister in the drama (laughs). The drama is still at the beginning stages, so there hasn’t been much progress, but I hope viewers also enjoy the love story line. I'll be filming the drama until the end of the year, so my goal is to finish it without any trouble. I'll take the viewers’ criticism as interests, so please give us a lot of support.

Q. Coincidentally, your husband Eric will also be back onscreen with a new project in October (Eric stars in MBC's new drama “The Spies Who Loved Me”.) Na Hyemi: My husband started filming before me, but recently, I've been filming more often. That makes it harder to see each other. When I get home, I’m busy washing up and catching sleep, so there’s not much time to see each other face to face. We don’t get to talk a lot because we have to memorize our scripts and we’re busy with our own preparations, but we always encourage and cheer for each other.

Q. Do you ever choose projects for each other? Na Hyemi: We don't really discuss the choice of works with each other. I don't think I'm in a position to pick and choose a particular line of work, so I'm trying to do my best with the opportunities presented to me. The same goes for my husband. Since we are affiliated with different agencies, I think it’s only right that we discuss the projects with our own agency and staff members first. However, I do read the scenario and give feedbacks like “That's interesting.”

Q. You got married in 2017, has anything changed since your marriage? Na Hyemi: I lived with my parents before marriage. Of course I was comfortable and happy back then, but I definitely feel more emotionally stable after marriage. The part that I like the most is that I’m in the same career field as my husband and that we can understand each other. When one of us is having a hard time, we listen and give advice to each other. When we start a new project, it’s not like we can leave and come home at normal time like an office worker. There are times when people are naturally become less attentive in managing the household, so it’s good to be able to understand and take care of each other without saying it out loud. So far, we have had very few projects overlap, so one of us filled the vacancy when one person was away, but this time it's not easy because we’re both busy at the same time.

Q. Do you have any plans for children? Na Hyemi: Not yet. Right now, I'm trying to focus on the current work in front of me. I can’t think about having a baby or childrearing yet. I think I need a little more time. I will discuss it with my husband in the future. (laughs)

Q. Your personal life is behind a veil. You don't even use social media that much, do you? Na Hyemi: I do have an social media account, but I don't use it often. I don’t usually take a lot of pictures. I can’t show my face when I’m resting at home because I’m lounging around so comfortably. They say people appreciate a natural appearance these days, but how can I show myself with my hair in a messy bun (laughs). On my days off, I take walks with my two dogs or watch Netflix while eating snacks. Those are my best ‘small but definite happiness.’

Q. You have very good skin. Do you have any special beauty tips? Na Hyemi: Lately, I've been having skin trouble frequently while filming. I’ve tried various products, from famous beauty items to inexpensive cosmetic products known for having good ingredients, but I haven’t had much results. These days, I take time to wash my face twice because I want to focus on the basics. It's usually hard to wash your face thoroughly when you come home from work because you’re tired. I dedicate around 20 minutes for this. I also try to be as gentle as possible when I rub my skin. I consciously drink water instead of soft drinks or coffee to get enough hydration, and take lactobacillus and vitamins in the morning. My skin started getting better afterwards.

Q. What kind of hobbies do you usually enjoy? Na Hyemi: I started exercising because I've become more interested in immunity and physical strength lately. I’m a ‘hearinyi’ (health+child) who can’t even lift all the barbells but consume proteins religiously (laughs). It’s too much for me to maintain a strict diet at the same time so I mainly focus on muscle exercise using equipment. There are various exercise methods introduced on YouTube so I tend to refer to them. I wasn't the type who enjoys working out but it’s fun because when I do, it relieve my stress. I'm also proud of myself for doing it consistently. (laughs) t/n: *eorinyi = child

Q. Do you meet your friends often when you’re on a break? Na Hyemi: I used to see them often, but we haven't seen each other this year because of filming drama and COVID-19. I don’t enjoy drinking alcohol so I like to chat while drinking coffee at quiet places the most. I have a lot of non-celebrity friends whom I’ve known since I was in school, so we can’t stop chatting when we see each other. Some are married while others are still working, so it’s good listening to their various stories. The day goes by fast when we share our updates or talk about old memories.

Q. Do you seek advice from your friends? Na Hyemi: Truthfully, I don't really have any worries these days. I'm not a multitasker, so I only think about my work when I’m involved in a project. Even now, my biggest concern and priority is how to lead “No Matter What” and my acting. I think about what I can do, and if it still doesn't work out, I'll ask the director or my costars for advice.

Q. You seem to be more active in your work after marriage. Na Hyemi: It wasn't intentional, but I once had a long break from acting. Back then, I had a lot of desire to work. While monitoring other popular dramas, I was eager to do a project as soon as soon as possible. But just because you want to act doesn't mean you get a chance to be in a project. I think in those days, I wasn’t able to get many chances because I was lacking a lot as an actor. I was depressed after going through a hard time, but these days, I'm just happy every day. I'm very grateful to be part of a drama series.

Q. What did you do during your break? Na Hyemi: I felt lethargic and sluggish when I wasn’t doing anything. So I learned a variety of things like Chinese and guitar. It’s actually embarrassing to say I was learning stuff because I didn't really learn one thing intensively so I didn't master anything properly. (laughs) But it was still a pleasant experience back then, and it was a vital factor for me to get through the hiatus.

Q. You debut was in 2001. What's the driving force that made you come this far? Na Hyemi: When I look back on my work, every moment of filming remains a great source of pleasure for me. There were definitely times when I was tired or faced with limitations, but it's a precious memory incomparable to anything else. I think that feeling gives me the power to continue on. I went to auditions with the mindset, 'I lacked these kinds of acting skills. I think I can do better from now on!' You can only check to see if you're doing well based on the works that you can learn from. I think I’ve come this far to get that opportunity. There's no limit for the desire to do well.

Q. Many people still think of the MBC sitcom “High Kick” when they think of Na Hye Mi. Na Hyemi: It’s amazing that it’s still loved by so many people when it was 13 years ago. I heard that related videos are often uploaded on YouTube and it was still airing on TV recently. Some people also tell me they enjoyed it. (laughs) I'm often asked if I dislike the “High Kick” association. I'm so honored. I had a lot of fun during the filming too. It's just embarrassing to see my old self as a rookie again. (laughs) I think I can do better if I were to film it again. I'd like to try a project like “High Kick” if I get a chance.

Q. You probably want to try changing your image through a role. Na Hyemi: Until now, I’ve played many roles where I was haughty, chic or dressed up in fancy clothes. From now on, I want to try a down to earth and comfortable character like the girl next door. I want to show a natural side of me that is not made up at all. I'd like to try out a profession like doctor. Since I haven't been on the screen for a long time, it would be also nice doing a movie. It doesn't matter a romance or comedy genre. I like anything that’s a different from the previous image of Na Hye Mi. I'm ready to work hard on anything. (laughs)

Q. What do you think makes a good actor? Na Hyemi: I think an actor who can express the feelings in the script well and convey their feelings to the viewers is a good actor. Moreover, I want to become an actor who is loved not only by the public but also by fellow actors and staff members that I work with. For that to happen, I should become a better person, right? From now on, I want to encourage myself by telling myself “Let’s do better than I am now.”

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I love “fracture” so much❤️ Would you consider doing a part 2, pretty pretty please 🙏

fracture [part 2]

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader

warnings: lots of angst, language, arguments

a/n: get ready for another angsty adventure, anon! if you haven’t read the first part, please do so here! also, i know this is bucky barnes x reader, but this part is more centered around reader’s relationship/marriage with steve. hope you guys like it 💗

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“Margaret!” you called. “Come down for a snack!”

You smiled when you heard tiny scuttling footsteps coming down the stairs, and couldn’t help but laugh when you felt your young daughter come crashing into your legs, hugging them tightly.

“Careful, sweetheart,” you said as you continued chopping an apple.

She peeked over the counter and grinned. “Apples!”

You plated the fruit and walked her to her high chair at the table, sitting her down as she grabbed for the slices.

You smiled as you watched her eat, her blue eyes widening happily.

It was hard to believe she was already three. She had an incredible amount of energy and intelligence, but that wasn’t surprising, considering who her father was.

You sighed heavily.

Who her father was.

You tried not to think about the technicality of the statement. Her father was Steve Rogers, and that was it. He loved her more than life itself, spending as much time with her as possible, when he wasn’t on a mission, of course. He was the best father you could’ve imagined him to be.

And you were thankful to him for that. At the same time, you felt tremendous guilt for deceiving him.

“Mommy, where’s Daddy?” Margaret asked.

“Right here!” Steve called as he walked through the door.

He ran over and planted a kiss on Margaret’s rosy cheeks before greeting you with a kiss of your own. He pulled you close, making you laugh into his lips.

“Steve!” you scolded lightly, stifling a laugh. “PG, please.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Right.” He handed his daughter another apple slice. “How’s my baby girl?”

“Apples,” she murmured as she continued eating.

Steve chuckled, ruffling her hair. He wrapped an arm around your waist. “And how’s my best girl?”

“Doing alright,” you replied.

“Just alright?” he asked as his lips brushed over your neck. “Do you need me to do something?”

You shook your head as you touched his cheek.

His eyes were tired. You could tell all he wanted was sleep, but he lived for missions. You knew he wouldn’t stop until the world was guaranteed safety and peace.

He gave a sad smile. “Alright, well, I have to pack. Going on another mission with Nat.”

“They’re overworking you, aren’t they?”

“No, just...” He shrugged. “Duty calls.”

You chuckled. “You know, you can take a vacation once in a while.”

“Right,” he trailed off. “It’ll be okay. I’ll send Bucky over to check on you guys. You’ll be safe.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You quickly cover it with a smirk. “Don’t you think we’re safe enough with just me around?”

Steve laughed as he kissed you again. “Of course.”

Steve had been gone a couple weeks off to God knows where, which meant you had to get things done by yourself. It meant a huge deal to you that Steve was willing to go grocery shopping during his time off. Even something silly like massaging your shoulders after a hard day of training was a luxury you sorely missed.

You had just tucked Margaret in for the night when you heard a soft knock at the door.

Bucky stood there awkwardly as you opened the door.

“Hi,” you managed.

He smiled. “Hi.” He coughed. “Um, sorry I haven’t been around, but I figured I’d check up on you.”

You shook your head. “No problem.” You stepped back to let him in.

As he sat on the couch, you made your way to the kitchen.

“You hungry? There’s pasta,” you said over your shoulder. “Or something to drink?”

“Vodka would be great.”

You paused in your movements before laughing. “Bad day today?”

“No, just tired,” he said, taking off his jacket. “Seems like I’ve become the janitor, just cleaning up everyone’s mess.”

“Well, you are capable,” you said.

“So are you.”

You sat down next to him, a couple of glasses and vodka at hand. Once filled, you handed him a glass, receiving a smile and a nod in return.

Bucky sighed. “How have you been, Y/N?”

You blinked. “Why do you ask?”

“I barely see you anymore,” he said. “I mean, you’ve opted out of missions --”

“That tends to happen when you’re trying to raise a kid,” you said. “And Steve would rather me stay at home.”

He backed off. “Sorry,” he said quietly, letting the room fall into an awkward silence.

You shifted on the couch, holding your glass with two hands, staring down at the clear liquid. You took a large gulp before placing it on the coffee table. You could feel Bucky’s eyes studying your movements.

You glanced at him. “What?”

“I miss you.”

You looked away, trying to maintain your composure, when in actuality, you wanted to say the same and fall into his arms. You couldn’t believe you still harbored those feelings for him after all this time.

You disgusted yourself.

Steve, you thought. Think about Steve.

It would crush him.

Bucky pursed his lips. “You don’t have to say anything. Just putting that out there.”

You nodded, humming as you downed the rest of your glass.

“I miss you too,” you found yourself saying.

Damn it.

“And I wish it didn’t have to be this way,” you added.

Shut up!

“Me too.”

You looked at him, your heart fluttering. “What do we do?” you said. “I’ve been trying to be there for Steve, because he’s my husband, and I...”

Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“I...love him,” you finished. “What we had was in the past, and I thought we agreed we couldn’t live our lives like this.”

He leaned closer to you, causing you to lean back into a pillow. He was so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Just this once,” he whispered. “Please.”

Your lips were touching, your skin electrified.

You had to say no.

But you sat there helplessly, not wanting what you really wanted. Were you going to succumb to your body’s wishes, or think with your head and refuse? There wasn’t much time to act, as his lips hovered over yours, waiting patiently for permission.

“Just this once,” you breathed before meeting his lips, your eyes closed.

You’d forgotten what he tasted like, what his lips felt like against yours. He was gentle and tender, something you missed. You felt his hands reach for yours, the contact making you tremble.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shot open at the sound of a voice you didn’t want to hear.

You quickly pushed Bucky away and turned to see Steve standing there, his duffel bag over his shoulder. The horror you saw in his eyes was something you never wanted to witness, and now that it was happening, you wanted to die right then and there.

His jaw tightened as his gaze shifted to his best friend. “Buck.”

“Steve,” you started, wiping your mouth. “I can explain --”

“Damn right, you can,” Steve said rather calmly. “And you’ll do that after he leaves, because if he stays for one more second, I might kill him.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “Steve --”

“Now!”

You watched Bucky throw on his jacket and quickly start for the door. Involuntary tears streamed down as he looked back, unsure whether he should leave you or not.

But he left, closing the door quietly with only a soft click.

You sat there on the couch in silence, trembling. “Steve,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Do you not love me?” he asked, not bearing to look at you.

You shook your head. “Of course, I do.”

“Stop lying to me.”

“I’m not. I really do, Steve!”

“If you do, then why the fuck did I come home to see you making out with my best friend?” he shouted as he turned towards you, his blue eyes furious.

You bit your lip hard.

He shook his head. “There’s no excuse for that.”

Guilt consumed you, filling your face with a feeling of cold dread. You sighed as you rubbed your temples, wishing that this was nothing more than a dream.

“Was I not enough for you?”

You faced Steve with tear-filled eyes. “You were.” You shook your head. “You are.”

“Then how could --” He hastily wiped a tear away from his bloodshot eyes. “How could you do that to me? And what about Margaret?”

“Honey --”

“How long has this been going on?”

You shook your head. “Steve, this is the first time. You have to believe me,” you insisted. “I promise you --”

“Don’t make any more promises,” he said. “You already broke our vows.”

You looked down.

Steve scoffed. “Nothing else to say?”

You grasped the hem of your shirt tightly as you stood. Anger surged through you, enough to make you shake. All of a sudden, all the pent up frustration you’ve kept inside for all these years needed to escape. All of the lies you shouldered were finally enough to make you break.

“Fine. You want me to talk?” you shot. “You’re Captain fucking America! Every single move I make is scrutinized and criticized! I will never be good enough for you, and I’m sorry. So forgive me if I fall short because I can’t live up to your perfect expectations!”

“Since when did this turn into a pity party about you? I’m the victim here!”

“You wanted to hear what I have to say!” you shouted. “Bucky just so happens to be our friend --”

“Don’t you dare say his name,” Steve seethed. “He’s not a friend, not anymore. He stole you from me, and you let him do that.”

You pulled your hair and groaned with frustration. “See? I’m just simply an object to you! You only wanted me because I was part of your beautiful retirement plan!”

“I wanted you because I loved you, goddamnit!”

“This is love?” you asked, exasperated. “You keeping me cooped up in this house is love? No wonder I’m desperate for some fucking attention around here!”

His jaw tightened. “I do that to protect you.”

“You know that’s bullshit. You know what I’m capable of. You know I can hold my own.”

“Exactly! I know that you’re reckless, and you won’t think twice about sacrificing yourself for others!” he said. “You wouldn’t think twice about leaving Margaret behind!”

Your eyes widened as you staggered back.

“Mommy?”

You covered your mouth in horror as you turned to see Margaret in the doorway, clutching her stuffed bunny close to her chest. Her eyes were glossy as she cowered back into the shadows as you and Steve’s furious eyes met hers.

Out of instinct, you scooped her up into your arms, hiding her face in your chest. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” you said softly.

Steve sighed as he turned away, crossing his arms.

“Why are you and Daddy fighting?”

“Nothing. Everything’s alright, okay, dear?” you said, pressing a gentle kiss into her forehead as you walked to her room. “Come on. Let’s go put you back to bed.”

You bit your lip, trying to prevent a sob from escaping your lips. You set your daughter down into bed, covering her with her blanket.

Margaret’s large, curious eyes met yours. “Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Would you leave me?”

Your eyes welled with tears. “Of course not!” you said as you stroked her hair. “You’re the most precious thing on earth to me, and I’d protect you with my life.”

“Promise?”

You already broke our vows.

You pursed your lips into a smile. “I promise.”

You didn’t sleep at all that night. You could hear Steve turning on the couch occasionally, and part of you wanted to go to him and keep apologizing until you were blue in the face, but you knew you both needed to be alone right now.

You thought about what Bucky might be doing, and how he was planning on dealing with this.

You still haven’t told Steve your biggest secret, and part of you wanted to keep it that way. If he found out Margaret wasn’t his, he’d be absolutely crushed.

He would hate you for life.

When the sun began peeking out, you went to the kitchen and made yourself some coffee. You left a bit extra in the pot for Steve if he wanted some, though at this point, he’d probably just pour it down the drain.

As you poured in some creamer, you jumped as you heard Steve behind you.

“Do you love me?”

You lay a hand over your racing heart. “Jesus Christ, Steve, it’s 6 in the morning.”

You turned to see the massive dark circles under his eyes. You figured you probably didn’t look much better. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and his lips were raw from biting them in thought.

You turned away.

“Do you love me?”

The question was weaker that time, but still enough to stab your heart.

“If you don’t, then we should just end it here,” he said. “No point in living this lie anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, setting your cup down.

“I don’t want an apology,” he said. “I want to know if you love me.”

You closed your eyes, gripping the handle of your mug. “Steve --”

“Please.”

“Even if I did love you, you wouldn’t love me the same,” you breathed.

“How do you mean?”

You took a deep breath before turning to face him.

Seeing the look in your eyes, he took a step back. “Oh, God,” he muttered. “Margaret?”

Your heart shattered.

“I should’ve known,” he said. “I should’ve known...”

“Steve --”

“Shut up.”

“Steve, Margaret Sarah Rogers is your daughter, always has been and always will be,” you said. “I didn’t want to give her up because I knew how much you wanted to start a family, and I was scared.”

He shook his head. “You could’ve told me.”

“She’s your daughter,” you repeated. “You’re her father, and she loves you.”

“Christ...”

He ran his hand through his long locks, sighing heavily. His eyes were away from you, searching his surroundings for something to ground him.

You nearly collapsed from the weight. Even though the secret was finally out, the pressure on your chest remained tight, leaving you unable to breathe.

You fucked up.

“I need some air,” Steve finally said before grabbing his jacket, keys, and walking out the door.

When it finally closed, you fell to your knees, involuntary sobs surfacing.

You clutched your shirt tightly as you doubled over, tears falling to the kitchen floor. It felt as though your heart was being ripped into two, along with the rest of your mind and soul.

Because you knew Steve was never going to come back.

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holisticpassport · 3 years

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My Covid Story

Apologies for any spelling errors, I’m on a time crunch. I’m a few hours out from leaving for my first flight since July 2019 (and before that, March 2018). Heading out to Sydney, I’m a mix of anxiety and absolute excitement. In January of this year, our sublet was almost up in Eltham and Cam and I had plans to pack up the car and begin doing workaways around Australia to help rebuild communities devastated by the historic wild fires (doesn’t that feel FOREVER ago?). When our sublet became available for a full lease transfer, we changed our minds to stay in our space, so that was the first instance of travel being knocked out of the picture. Then we had Valentine’s weekend open to go visit some friends in Tasmania, so we booked tickets and upon waiting in the airport, our flights were cancelled due to inclement weather. DAMN. Mid-march came around and it was Cam’s birthday, so we wanted to get out for a weekend of camping in our big bell tent, find a gorgeous spot in the woods out east near Warburton. When we arrived, every camping spot for an hour’s dive any direction was either full or completely not open at all. We picked a spot off a random road and spent one night there, but some rangers came by and said we couldn’t stay there due to the possible danger of logging trucks not seeing us. So that was a bust.

Then as you’re aware, this time frame leads up to the very tumultuous third week of March when Melbourne officially went into its first lockdown due to COVID. I documented this time in journal entries which I will add at the end, but ultimately the lockdown went until June, and the state reopened too quickly/had a fiasco with quarantined cases getting out of a hotel, thus sparking the second wave. We had flights booked to California for June to see my family and then planned to travel around Mexico for a few months, but that dream was quickly squashed when flights out of Melbourne ceased to exist at all. Months later, I had a flight booked in July to go to Sydney where I was to have my eggs extracted for donation. The day before I was to fly out, second lockdown went into effect and the flight was cancelled (thus forcing me to have the procedure done in Melbourne and cause a huge, historic controversy between Melbourne IVF’s CEO and the medical director of IVF Australia about how to transfer frozen eggs over a closed border!).

I’m struggling to comprehend just how important and meaningful my ability to travel today is. To think back to the first time in history, watching borders around the world close, flights become grounded, and witnessing a global pandemic unfold whilst in a foreign country—I remember thinking at the beginning how unfathomable the scale of it was. When people talk about things not seeming real or like it’s a dream you can’t wake up from, that’s exactly how it felt. I questioned whether I needed to go back to the U.S. in fear I might not see my family for years or be with them if they got fatally ill. Would I be able to even go back if that happened let alone would I be able to re-enter AU (the answer was no). And thank god I didn’t go back considering the absolute cluster fuck of a mess Trump made of the pandemic. But also, thank god my family has been healthy and safe. The level of fear for their safety was at an all-time high as civil tensions grew when the riots around the country kicked off in conjunction with the pandemic. I wrote to all of them to have a plan to escape to Mexico and get their passports if Trump won the re-election. This was a genuine fear I’ve never experienced before.

The level of frustration, depression, anxiety, hopelessness, self-hatred for lack of productivity during lockdown, and uncertainty about so many facets of life weighed down on me during this time. But I know how much worse our time could have been. I was immensely grateful for the fact that we had a home and incredibly gracious landlords who were human and understood the financial difficulties of this unprecedented time when so many became homeless as job loss skyrocketed. We were so fortunate that I was able to continue working even 2 days a week through the lockdown as a barista and Cam was able to get government support for six months as a NZ citizen who lived in AU over 10 years when so many other New Zealanders were forced to return to their country because of the time limit stipulation for support. We only had two family members contract Covid and were young and healthy enough to survive when so many families will be without a member at the holidays this year.

And I acknowledge my privilege in that my identity is so closely entwined with the ability to travel, that while it felt suffocating to not even have the choice to travel anywhere outside of a 5km (3mile) zone, I fully empathize with those in parts of the world where they could not walk more than 50 meters from their front door or people who didn’t have windows/balconies in apartment buildings who were going out of their mind. All of that does not diminish the struggles I faced with not being able to travel, but it does always keep my perspective in check. My trip today signifies how a city and a country came together during the most difficult period of our lifetime, followed strict government guidelines, and came out after 120+ days in full lockdown on the other side of a pandemic, now able to cross state borders without isolation or quarantine. To go to a live music show, have drinks on rooftop bars, walk around outside without a mask on, and see people going about their daily lives again on public transport and see a city bustling with energy—the months of mental hardship and growth was all to get back to a post-Covid world. Even though a vaccine is not out yet and we need to be cautious, the level of hopelessness has diminished significantly, and I’m not terrified my trip might be cancelled in two hours. I’m actually going this time!

There is also a whole other facet to my time in lockdown and that of course is the personal development and mutual growth in my marriage! That’s a whole separate post though which I hope to get out soonish. But here’s a bit of something I started a few months ago. Enjoy.

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I remember when it first started in the news; like a minor blip of a story flashing at the bottom of the screen: some mutant virus had infected a couple dozen people in some random city in China. I was working solo in a café serving the employees of a major shoe distribution company in the warehouse district of Collingwood, Melbourne. The TV was on in the cafe but muted the first few weeks of January as the main stories were about the most devastating wildfires in the history of the world, and we all just felt a communal helplessness. As the numbers grew in China and the story became a daily headline, the first case was announced in Queensland on January 25th. Everyone stuck around a few minutes longer each day after they were handed their coffee. I think back to the moment when Wuhan, the epicenter at the time, reported 1,500 cases and I thought surely there can’t be much more than that. This is just media sensationalizing something small. This whole story will blow over in another week or two.

If only.

It was summer in Australia, and my husband and I were planning what to do after our sublease was up in mid-March. I commuted daily from a suburb 50 minutes north called Eltham, a creative and eco-friendly heritage town. We lived in a triplex made of adobe mudbrick, surrounded by native forest, a communal garden, and enjoyed huge artisan windows that brought in natural filtered light through the towering trees. Our little studio was a quiet haven away from the chaos and constant flurry of people in Melbourne, especially during summer as it brought travelers from every corner of the globe. There was no way we could have possibly known that this little paradise would feel like a prison after six months in the world’s longest lockdown due to a global pandemic caused by that little virus in some random city in China now known worldwide as COVID-19.

As the weeks passed by in February, more and more countries began reporting cases. I did not understand how pandemics worked as the last one I was alive for and could remember was H1N1 in California, and I was about 17—far too consumed with college applications and boys to think about world affairs. The Spanish Flu was never something that was particularly emphasized in our history classes, so it didn’t even occur to me to compare what was happening now to that point in time. Then again, this was incomparable because in 1912, the world was a less globalized economy and there were no commercial flights transporting thousands of passengers across the globe daily. By the first week of March, my daily rush-hour commutes became the first real difference I noticed. The number of morning passengers on the train platforms dwindled from 50 to 25 to 5, and eventually, to just me. As the train stopped at over 30 stops from where I lived to the city, my carriage wasn’t even remotely full at 7 a.m.

There was less foot traffic in the city. Flinders Street Station, one of the two largest hubs that saw thousands of people daily, was eerily quiet and empty. We were two weeks out from leaving Melbourne to go travel, planning to go to New South Wales, AU to help rebuild communities that were ravaged by the bushfires. I was desperate to travel this year, and we were so close to leaving. I had picked up some other barista work in an advertising agency closer to the city. But day by day, office workers were being told to work from home if they were able to. Hand sanitizer became readily available in the café, bathrooms, and around the office. I remember staring out the window of this high rise building that overlooked the lush green stretch of Albert Park and thinking it looks so normal outside. Every day, I looked at the news in Australia, which I had never really done before. Industries were shutting down, and the panic was setting in for thousands of casual workers in the hospitality industry as it was only a matter of time before we would be shut down too.

Melbourne is a cultural hub filled with travelers who typically come here on a Work and Holiday Visa which gives them 1-2 years to work and live in AU. Most find work in hospitality as there are over 40,000 restaurants and cafes in this region. You couldn’t go a single day without meeting someone from another country which is why I fell in love with this city. I worked as a freelance barista through agencies that called for workers to be able to step in if someone called out sick or quit unexpectedly and they found themselves short. But my agencies had gone completely silent in the week leading up to the industry shutting down. There was no more work and travelers were finding themselves stranded. I journaled daily in the lead up to my final day of work in the city as I knew something big was happening, and I wanted to be able to recall when it all began. I also knew we would not be travelling anytime soon, around Australia or otherwise, when national and international borders began closing around the world.

March 17th, 2020

All that’s being talked about is COVID-19. Entire countries are closing borders and going into complete lockdown. Italy has been inundated with patients in hospitals and now have to choose who lives and who dies. AU isn’t taking nearly as intense of measures, but the general atmosphere is not normal. All events with over 500 people have been cancelled. Those who have traveled anywhere must self-quarantine for 14 days or face a huge fine. Some people still don’t take it seriously, thinking/acting like it’s just a normal flu when in reality its ability to be passed on and even re-infect someone a second time is much higher than the rate of a simple flu. In the states, my family says all the restaurants and schools have closed, even the Hollywood entertainment industry has closed down. So many independent contractors, myself included, are without means to live because there’s no emergency government funding in place. It shows what’s truly flawed with the system. Luckily Cam has full time work still, but for those people who have kids and no daycare options? No partner or family? Those who are traveling and can’t get back home? This is devastating for all of us, but them in particular. Supposedly, there are rumors that the virus dies with the warm weather, but AU is headed into winter. It could be why the virus isn’t as big in places like South America and Africa (*note* countries from these two continents are now in the top 10 most infected places as of September 2020) Europe is completely shut down as is New Zealand. I have flights to California in June, so I’m hoping I can still go. For how weak my immune system is, I’m surprised I’m not more concerned because I’ve been continuously reassured the virus only attacks those with underlying conditions, mainly in the elderly population. Even in calm, tight-knitted communities like ours in Eltham, we’re seeing the best and worst of humanity come out with people hoarding resources, but also there are those offering rides for people to stores or grocery drop offs to their homes. I’m very interested to see how the next three months progress all around the world. Right about now, it’d be nice to hide away in a beachside house in Mexico. (*Mexico is also among the top 10 most infected countries now*)

March18th, 2020

The government should announce today whether hospitality industry will close, potentially putting Cam and I both out of jobs. Luckily our landlord is being highly accommodating. Trump is giving Americans $1,200 and has postponed tax season by 3 months. Only seems he does something decent when it’s to keep the economy from tanking and his money is protected.

Cam and I both have throat annoyances and headaches. We should try to stay home, but can’t afford it. Today, they’ve dropped gatherings of 500 down to only 100 people, yet shopping centers and public transport remain open, which I would think are the riskiest places for transferring infections. It’s been stated this is a once in a decade event that will change the course of history.

March 19th, 2020

Amidst all the chaos from morning to night, people are finally taking time to nurture their interests and creativity. I’m taking two courses on sustainable fashion and fashion in design. I’ve also applied to be a mentor for women trying to gain work and leadership experience at an NGO called Fitted for Work. They have stylists that help women to prepare business outfits and tailor their resumes/do mock interviews. I’ve looked into an MA program I’m interested in at Warren Wilson College back in North Carolina. I think looking forward is the only way to keep the fear down about how long these shut downs may last possibly through June. The world economy is going to see some extremely confronting realities it hasn’t seen since the Great Depression. For the moment I’m looking into teaching English online which I’m already certified to do, just to try and earn some money. I’ll be interested to see all the art that comes out of this period and the photojournalism that captures this historic time.

March 21st, 2020

We went over to Williamstown (Cam’s parent’s house) as Cam had two shifts out that way. Restrictions in cafes are now 1 person per 4 square meters, so in the 100 person limit already imposed, it’s now down to 25. I’m nervous for Cam to keep working and going on public transport. It’s high risk and unethical in terms of coming in contact with people we could transmit it to without knowing (asymptomatic) because it takes 14 days to even show symptoms. We made the choice to start self-isolation come Monday as we can see in the next week or two the same spike will be here in Melbourne as we’ve seen in Italy and most likely soon to see in the U.S. Reading other peoples’ accounts about how they continued life as normal as though nothing had changed in Italy is exactly where AU is projected to head towards.

March 25, 2020

As of Monday, AU took drastic measures to ensure safety and closed many non-essential businesses with a series of daily updates for more and more businesses to shut or only stay open for takeaway. Overnight, nearly 80,000 people in hospitality work were laid off or lost work, Cam and I included. A stimulus package of 66 billion dollars was announced and Cam qualified for government payments through Centrelink because he’s a kiwi who’s been here over 10 years. Other kiwis who haven’t been here that long are completely without any kind of support from the AU government, even though in NZ, Aussies are supported. A very backward, selfish system who told them to go home.

We went to Centrelink on Monday at 7:45am in Greensborough (suburb over from Eltham). By 8:30 am when the doors opened there were over 200 people in line. The government has been terribly confusing with their messages out to the public, highly unprepared. People are confused about what they can and can’t do, what businesses are remaining open, who is eligible… it’s a mess. Why are liquor stores and hair salons considered essential?? There have been spikes in young people getting this virus as young as 18, and they are dying. The virus coats your lungs like a jelly ultimately blocking oxygen. We did what is hopefully our last grocery shop because being in the store is just as contagious as a café. There’s no safety or hygiene measures in place. We had gloves on and people were dancing around each other in the aisles to maintain 1.5m social distance.

The U.S. is becoming the new epicenter with horrific rapid spreading, particularly in New York. Flight around the world, including as of today AU, are being stopped and we can no longer leave the country at all.

To Be Continued…..

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Universal Differences (4/7)

Trapped in a dilapidated spaceship, you kidnap an alien to help you gain your key to freedom: marriage to a safe and trustworthy diplomat.

As a rich and handsome son of billionaires, Kai is bored of his repetitive party life. It isn’t until he’s kidnapped by a little human with a mission that he realizes the fun he’s been missing.

Rated M for smut (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ♡

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[4/7]

The journey to New Home did not feel as long as Kai had expected. Her ship was ancient but steady, and though it took twice as long to get to where they needed to be, Kai was thankful for it.

He had spent many hours between her legs, licking and learning her strange body. He had taught her about his hands, how they could map out erogenous zones on her body.

And he had let her enjoy herself on his cock and sucker for hours on end.

During the times that she slept (and humans seemed to sleep a lot), Kai went to tinkering. He upgraded her control panel to the latest version. He adjusted her solar panels so they absorbed as much of the sun’s rays as possible. Of course, he also repaired that finicky thermostat.

“Did you just fix that thing?” she asked in her tired voice one day after waking up.

He nodded and closed the latch to the safety mechanisms, where he had tightened the seatbelt gear. “Mhmm.”

His little human brought over a cup of coffee, something she enjoyed when she woke up. He found it bitter at first but soon realized how much energy it gave him. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew how to fix it?”

“You never asked,” he said with a wink and took a sip of his drink. And he wouldn’t have offered either if he had known what great sex a broken thermostat could lead to. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadowy purple sphere approaching. “There’s New Home,” he remarked.

She clutched her own mug as she looked down at her map. “We’ll be there in a few hours. We need to get ready.”

Right. They were going to attend a party. She was going to find some high-up government official and marry him so she could secure a safe home up here. She was going to bear some old man’s babies and live a grand life with all the coffee she ever wanted.

And Kai was going to go back to the life he knew: drinking, gambling, sleeping around. He was going to visit his empty homes once a month to check on them for the sake of doing so, and then it would repeat again. He was not going to drink coffee every morning. He was not going to come home to a smiling human who wanted to show him her newest findings of the day.

Kai set his drink down, suddenly unable to swallow the bitterness in his mouth. He turned and found his little human holding up two dresses, one black and one red.

“Which one should I wear?”

They were both equally short, but the black one had long sleeves made from a material that allowed skin to peek through. “The black one,” he suggested, his throat feeling like gravel for some odd reason.

She pursed her lips and held up the red one instead. “But this is the dress that I wore to kidnap you, and it worked.” Damn right it worked. The neckline was just a series of straps and barely did anything to cover her assets.

And his little human had plenty of assets.

She gave a final nod. “All right, I’m going with the red one.” Flashing him a cheeky smile, she ran into the bathroom and turned on the water.

If this was just a few hours prior, he would have joined her in there as “punishment” for not listening to his suggestion. But he suddenly felt tired, despite the bit of coffee he had consumed. All he wanted to do was get this night over with.

He took a seat at the head of the ship and stared at the stars. Last night, he had thought they were celebrating with him, twinkling for him as he made her come for the fiftieth time that day. But now their shine seemed to mock him.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he groaned. “I need to get rid of her.”

The screen in front of him lit up, asking if he wanted to dock in New Home’s port. He confirmed the message and waited. It would be another hour or two, maybe longer if there was a line to gain clearance onto the planet.

In another tab on the screen was a list of tasks, and Kai clicked on it, wondering if there was anything else he could help with around the ship before he left. He chalked it up to being bored—this sudden urge to busy his hands. Usually, he was fine with sitting around and doing nothing at all, but every minute that his human was doing something on her own, he wanted to be equally as productive.

It was worth it just to see her smile when she noticed the changes.

He scrolled through the list, soon realizing it wasn’t so much of a to-do list but rather a tally of activities to accomplish before her time was over.

A “Bucket List,” she had titled it.

Kai smiled at some of them, like “Learn to voice command a machine (robot or ship or whatever).” That was a basic skill that was taught in school, programming your own gadgets to recognize your voice. He wondered if he could tweak something on her ship to study her voice without her knowing.

Continuing down the list, Kai stopped when he got close to the bottom.

“Publish findings in the International Space Journal”

“Fall in love”

“Discover a new plant species”

“Have a baby (but fall in love first!)”

That little human had big dreams.

Kai chewed his finger, trying to figure out how to help her get what she wanted, but also hugely distracted by the fact that she wanted a baby. His brain thought of all sorts of ways to impregnate her: on the ship, in the bathroom, over the sink...

She only wants a baby after she falls in love.

And Kai knew he wasn’t the man she planned to have offspring with. She wanted somebody with power, somebody who could offer her a connection to the International Space Journal. Her future husband needed to command both the people in Space and the people of Earth.

But just the thought of her in another man’s arms, stifling her mewling cries as she shook from another orgasm...It made him want to break something.

The water in the bathroom shut off, and Kai composed himself, thinking of anything but her fresh, supple skin.

You aren’t going to impregnate her.

His dick needed to calm down.

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Thank you guys for reading. I’m glad you enjoyed the previous chapter :))) I apologize for the updates coming in so sporadically, but please know that I am still writing a bit here and there (after this story, there will be another story coming, I promise! It is not set in this world, but I have just finished writing a full draft for it and it is currently over 12k words long :D I have not written anything this long in a while). I was also slightly putting off this chapter because it is so much shorter than the previous lol I had to fluff it up a bit more before posting it, but I honestly have forgotten about the characters already haha

I hope you guys liked it, still! Next chapter, our characters are going to New Home :)

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