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kvtie444 · 5 months

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⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET pt. 3

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!! ITS ESCAPISM SZNNN, sorry this was late I had a bubble bath and zoned out

Summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol, swearing, smut?????!!!!!!

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Madi F:

What are you doing tomorrow night? x

Navigating the familiar path to my dorm, keys in hand, I type my response with a single hand.

Y/N:

Hey! Nothing why?

Upon entering my dorm, I secure the door and toss my keys and bag onto the bed. My journey continues to the bathroom, where I prepare for bed. Placing my phone on the sink, I secure my hair with a headband as I cleanse my face, as I hear to Madi's text buzz.

Madi F:

Some of us are going clubbing. I know it's not really your scene, but wanna come? X

Contemplating the proposition while washing my face, the enjoyment of clubbing has faded, but the realization of my limited social circle nudges me to consider the offer. Another unexpected message interrupts my thoughts, expecting it to be Madi, my jaw drops upon seeing Matt’s name.

Matt S:

Did you get in okay?

His simple yet endearing message prompts a smile as I respond, tapping my nails against the screen.

Y/N:

Yeah, thank you. Thanks for the lift, by the way. Can I send you money for gas?

Returning to Madi's chat, a surge of confidence prompts me to embrace the social opportunity.

Y/N:

I think I'll come. If you want, we could do pres at mine.

A sense of pride accompanies the message. Madi's enthusiastic reply further boosts my spirits.

Madi F:

YAY!!! 😁😁🩷

After completing my night routine, I collapse onto my bed. Leaning over and retrieving Matt's book from my bag, I begin reading, engrossed in the story for hours. As the clock strikes 12:05, I get a notification with Matt's delayed reply, a smile creeps over my face.

Matt S:

No, don't worry about it. It's fine. You're a student Y/N, you need to use your money wisely.

His reminder of my student status elicits a slight frown. Seeking a change of topic, I send a lighthearted message.

Y/N:

I like the book.

Matt S:

I knew you would.

A smile graces my face, and despite my inner voice to end the conversation, the thrill of talking with him literally makes me kick my feet. I decide to just leave it, switching off my phone, I toss it aside and close my eyes, embracing sleep.

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Saturday night arrives, and Madi is on her way. Nervous anticipation lingers as I gaze into the full-length mirror, carefully selecting my outfit. Wearing my hair straight with a full face of glam, I don a black deep V-neck cropped tank and my favourite mini skirt, complemented by mini black platforms. The rare chance to dress up invokes a sense of confidence. I capture a few pics before I hear Madi knocking.

Walking to the door, the clacking of my heels announces my approach. I open the door to find Madi and six other girls. "Hey!" Madi exclaims, initiating hugs. Pleasant introductions follow, and the girls bring drinks. With music playing from my speaker, we engage in small talk whilst I sip my Malibu and pineapple juice.

About an hour and a half later, we decide to head to the club. Ordering Ubers, we gather outside the club, reputed as the biggest one frequented by college students. As we queue up, the effects of our drinks start to kick in, dizziness taking control of me. By the time we enter the club, the music resonates loudly. Heading to the bar, one of Madi's friends engages the bartender, securing 7 shots for us all. Jaeger bombs in hand, we down the shots, and the pulsating taste lingers on my tongue. Next thing I know, Sexyy Red starts, and we are pulled onto the dance floor. Madi and I sway and sing together, but a presence behind me interrupts the moment – a hand on my hip. Turning, I encounter a random blonde guy. Am I drunk enough to lower my standards to a 6/10? No.

Looking back to Madi, I s hoot her a look before she drags me back to the girls. after a few more songs, I decide to get another drink. Approaching the bar, I order a double vodka Red Bull, tapping my card and waiting. I look around and my heart drops – no less that 3 feet away, I see Matt, paying for a drink. Our eyes lock, and I grab my drink, attempting to walk straight past him, but he’s quick to stop me.

"Hey," he says, placing a hand on the small of my back. The touch sends shivers down my spine. Looking up at him, I smile, "Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask, tilting my head. He downs his shot before responding, "Clubbing?" he replies with his brows furrowed, chuckling at my apparent surprise. I giggle, feeling a blush creep up.

"I didn't see you as the clubbing type," I say, leaning in slightly due to the loud music. He shrugs, "I enjoy my drinks, I feel his eyes scanning almost every inch of my body due to how little I was really wearing. He licks his lips before looking back up to me. He leans as his hand remains on the small of my back, warm breath teasing my skin, "Wanna go somewhere more quiet? Can barely hear you." He asks me, I nod, absolutely dumbfounded by his presence, and he guides me through the crowd, hand on my waist.

The realization hits me – maybe this isn't a delusion. He leads us to a quieter hallway, still audible with music, and a few others scattered around. His hand leaves my side as he leans against the wall opposite me. I mirror his stance, facing each other. Crossing his arms, his slightly cropped shirt rises, revealing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. He had such a slutty waist. My gaze drops to my hands, fiddling with my nails. He breaks the silence.

"Did you come here with a guy?"

"No, just some of the girls. Can't stand guys my age," I mumble, meeting his eyes. His gaze moves down my body before staring deeply into my eyes.

"Why’s that?"

"They're all immature," I start. He begins stepping closer, narrowing the already small space.

"And they don't know how to treat me right," I continue. He hums in agreement.

"Is that it?" he asks, now standing directly in front of me. Our bodies would be touching if I stood up straight, I bit my lip.

"Guys my age don't know how to touch me," I say, the alcohol boosting my confidence. His jaw clenches as he lets out a heavy breath. His tattooed hand moves to my waist, the other reaching up to my face, thumb rubbing my cheek. Panic sets in - what have I gotten myself into? Am I really going to cross this boundary?

"Want me to show you how good I can make you feel?" he says, his grip firm, eyes locking onto mine. I nod, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah."

Before I know it, he grabs my arm and drags me to the accessible bathroom stall, kissing me passionately. The euphoric sensation of the kiss overwhelms me as he pushes me against the wall, kicking the door shut behind him. Pressed against the wall, I willingly surrender to his dominance, allowing his tongue to explore and claim every inch of my parted lips.

His kisses travel a path down my jaw, leaving a trail of hickies. He explores down to my collars with a mixture of gentle sucking and teasing bites, each touch setting my skin ablaze. A soft moan escapes my lips as his hands find their way to my hips, pulling our bodies together bruisingly tight.

Returning to my lips, he intensifies the kiss, his hands sliding up beneath my thighs effortlessly. He picks me up, making me gasp, he hoists me up as though I weigh nothing, seamlessly carrying me across the small space to the sink.

Sitting me on the smooth surface, he maintains the seamless connection between our lips. The heat of the moment pulses between us, his hands trailing down to my hips, pulling me closer. The rhythmic dance of our bodies becomes a symphony of desire, with his lips never parting from mine. The sink counter becomes a temporary throne of passion as our connection deepens and the world outside the stall fades away. His hands trace a heated path down my body, gripping my ass with an assertive pull, drawing me tightly against him. The pressure of his hard on against my stomach sends a shiver through me, and a soft whine escapes my lips in response to the overwhelming desire.

My hands instinctively find their way into his hair, entwining my fingers as he pulls away, his gaze locked with mine. His hand boldly ventures up my skirt, fingers cupping my pussy, teasing, and pressing against my entrance. The sensation elicits an involuntary moan from me, and I tilt my head back, lost in the intensity of the moment.

"M-Matt, please, “I whimper breathlessly, aching against him. "Please, what, baby?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches my desperate state. "Please, I need you," I shamelessly beg. He smiles, his pink lips pressing a quick kiss to my jaw, before pulling my underwear to the side. I wince as the cool air meets my exposed skin, his thumb brushing against my eager lips. "Open," he demands.

Parting my lips, I willingly comply, and he slides his thumb in. I suck on it as he pushes further, evoking a heavenly groan from his lips. "Good girl," he murmurs, withdrawing his thumb and shifting it down to my clit. Initially, he presses against it, not yet moving, drawing a whine from me. I grab his arm, yearning for more contact. He smirks as he gradually begins circling my clit with his thumb, causing me to throw my head back against the mirror behind me.

His pointer finger slips inside me while he continues to circle my clit with his thumb, making me let out a loud moan. "Look at me," he orders, bringing a momentary pause to his movements. I open my eyes to meet his gaze, and he bites his lip, smiling, resuming his movements. "So wet for me, angel," he remarks, moving down to kiss my neck. I tilt my head to grant him better access, gasping as he adds another finger and proceeds to suck hickeys into my sensitive skin.

Tugging at his hair, he groans, the knot in my stomach growing tighter. I clench around his fingers, whimpering, "Matt." He urges, "Shit, come for me, princess," against my collarbone. I moan, releasing my pent-up pleasure, his fingers slowing down in response. I grab his wrist, pulling him out of me, then guiding his fingers to my lips, sucking them clean.

As I look into his eyes, his once blown-out pupils abruptly contract. He withdraws his fingers from me and steps back, muttering a soft curse to himself. I stand up, my legs slightly aching, and adjust my underwear. He turns away and begins walking toward the door. What the fuck?

"Matt?" I almost yell. He freezes for a moment, turning his head to glance back at me. However, he doesn't linger, opening the door and leaving. Confusion floods me. I can't help but feel tears welling in my eyes. Everything happened so quickly—what the fuck did I do wrong?

I remain frozen until a man barges into the bathroom, heading for the toilet and gagging. I scrunch my face in disgust, walking out, my heels loudly clacking against the floor as I make my way towards the exit. I need to get out of here. The music grows louder, and a tightness grips my chest, making my breathing difficult. Someone grabs my wrist, and I turn around, relaxing when I see it's Madi.

"Where have you been, girl? Shit- Who gave you those hickeys?" she says, smiling and inspecting my neck, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation. "Don't worry about it. I'm just getting some air," I lie, quickly turning away and walking out of the club. Fuck. I open my phone and book an Uber. While I wait, I open Matt's chat, debating whether or not to text him. Fuck it.

Y/N:

Wtf happened tonight? Can we talk?

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Read. He left me on fucking read. It's been three days, and I've been dreading today - I have a lesson with him. I walk to my class, pushing the door open to find he's not in yet. I take my seat next to Madi, who stays silent. I think she knows I need space just judging by my presence - hoodie up, headphones still on, slouched in my chair with no books out.

About five minutes later, Matt comes in. He teaches as if nothing's happened, and throughout the lesson, he doesn't even look at me once. What a dick. The final bell rings, and I get out of my chair, walking behind everyone else. Right as I reach the door, our eyes meet. Shit. I quickly look away, pettily slamming the door shut behind me. Hold on. You know what? I'm not going to let this man USE me and then completely IGNORE me? Who does he fucking think he is? I turn around, slamming the door open. He looks up as if he's just seen a ghost, and I hear the door shut behind me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I say, my brows knitted together. "Y/N, you need to go," he says. "No, I deserve an explanation. Do you think it's okay to just use girls, then fucking leave them?" I yell, stepping closer. He looks down, tongue in cheek. "I've got essays to mark."

"I don't give two shits, Matt," I reply hastily. He looks up at me, and his face softens at the sight of the hurt on my face. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask, feeling more vulnerable. He sighs, stepping closer, his hand coming up to my cheek.

"No, Y/N, shit, I panicked. I like you, Y/N, like a lot, but you're my student. You saw what happened to Kennedy. You think I want to get fired?" he says sweetly. I sniffle and look down, before he lifts my face back up with his hand.

"I'm not stupid, Matt. You're the one who told me how smart I am. No one's gonna find out about this," I reply, biting my lip. "It was just a one-time thing, right?" I continue. He looks at me.

"Would you like it to be a one-time thing?"

"No."

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enhafilthandfiction · 1 year

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Enhypen - when you're on your period

A/N: Helloooo! This wasn't a request but I feel like writing this reaction since I'm currently on my period >:( Ughhh pls send help

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Blood (obvi), food, crack, mentions of sex in jake's

Word count : 1,361 words (about 150 words each)

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♡ Lee Heeseung ♡

His heart would break seeing you like this

he would immediately notice you got your period, but wouldn't say anything to save you some 'embarrassment'.

He'd act nonchalant and chill, wanting to just chill whilst you were both at home and procrastinating.

"What ya wanna do?" he asks, once you come out of the bathroom for the millionth time. (It felt like that for him)

He'd let you pick whatever you wanna do and gives in, even if you wanted to test your makeup on him or paint his nails 😭

He ain't saying no

You end up watching a movie when the cramps became a little too much, laying on the couch with him behind you, hands wrapped around your waist, but ready to let go of you whenever you need to use the bathroom (again)

Hearing you whimper in pain would pain him as well, gently bringing his hand over to your tummy to rub in circles.

It doesn't really do anything tbh, maybe distract you, but you appreciate him trying 🥺

Later, he'd definitely make you some ramen, insisting that it was the only food that would cure your cramps and upset mood.

Will definitely sing you to sleep, that's why his head voice is so good.

♡ Park Jay ♡

Everyone says this but : MOM MODE ONNNN 🤗😌

Literally won't stop making sure you're good

and he's prob the most chill about it, like its not a big deal at all

he's just very mature

"You sure you have everything?"

"Don't be shy y/n, it's okay"

"I don't mind buying them for you"

And he does, bc cool boyfriends arent embarrassed to buy tampons 😎

Oh wait

"Pads or tampons?" "Ah ok" "What size exactly??" "Got it"

Hurries up bc he doesn't wanna leave you alone for too long.

Asks you what you wanna eat and will literally cook you anything

pasta with ice cream sauce? Ok

Pineapple on pizza? Ok

cook you his pet fish? Also ok

Makes you tea before bed, because he insists its good to prevent cramps

Might cuddle up in bed and lets you rest your head on his chest as he reads you a book of your choice.

Jay reading to you in that American accent 😩

♡ Sim Jake ♡

Boi does his research

he knows it has to do with periods and hormones when you start acting up

Is lowkey scared so he relies on google to provide him with answers.

"Ughhh, Jake, my cramps are getting worse" you whine, still laying in bed, scrunching up your face

He smiles brightly as he remembers of his searches

"I've heard that having sex could reduce period cramps" he announces proudly, looking at you like 😏

"You're seriously tryna get your dick wet rn??" you get mad and start throwing pillows at him.

"N-Nah but for real!!" He protests, ducking your hits "Seriously, I've read it online" he says in his defence, trying to catch his breath from that near pillow fight

"Damn, since when did you get so good at pillow fighting?" he tries to compliment but it only makes you wanna punch his bicep playfully.

You whine out in pain again, gripping onto his sitting figure at the edge of the bed. "What I am supposed to do?" he questions, haven already given you one alternative.

"Oh, how about we listen to my boy Justin?" he asks, already whipping out his phone

"Noooo, Enhypen is so much better dude" you reply, glaring at him

he agrees and puts on 'pass the mic'

He pushed your shoulders playfully "You got -pushed -pushed" he sings along

"JAKEEE"

Anyway, ends up buying you mc donalds and ice cream to make it up to you

he rly tries but he's a little clueless tbh.

♡ Park Sunghoon ♡

Bro lowkey ghosts you and avoids you

he knows that you're in a bad mood, and he doesn't wanna make it worse with uncontrollable teasing 😭

when you notice his distant behaviour, it only makes you even more upset

"HOON" you yell at him from the other room

he knows he fcked up and feel like he's boutta get his ass whooped.

He makes it hesitantly to your room, regretting it immediately when he sees your pout.

"H-hi y/n, he stutters, thinking of whatever he's gonna say, not wanting to upset your hormones.

"Hoon, why are you avoiding me?" the first tear rolls down your cheek "I'm literally bleeding and you're leaving me alone!" you burst out crying.

He stand there, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what to do

"C-can I hug you?" he asks, moving closer to you. He wraps his arms around you when you nod, pulling you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry y/n, I thought you wanted to be left alone" he reasons, making sure you know he's sorry

"Its fine" you so sob into his shirt "Now can we watch your ice skating videos and cuddle?" you smile up at him suddenly, flattering your previously wet eyelashes to convince him.

He sighs, knowing you'll just burst out crying again if he doesn't agree

You reach for the remote, pulling on one of his ice skating videos.

He's already on your bed, hands behind his head, almost drifting off

"You look like a grandpa" you laugh, climbing onto your bed and getting closer to him, when the video starts playing.

"He wants to 'compliment' you back, but he fears he'll upset your hormones so he just doesn't say anything for your sake.

♡ Kim Sunoo ♡

A literal sweetheart

Almost like your bestie tbh

He cares about you so much and clearly shows it when your in these situations.

He doesn't hesitate to literally do everything for you

Take off your make up and does your skin care routine for you

Might even wash you if you're too tired to shower lmao

He pouts at you whenever you get cramps, wishing to take them away from you, just to see you smile again.

"My poor baby" he would say, hugging you close to him, gently, not to hurt you or anything.

He'd also be the best at tittie rubs

Like if your breasts were sore, he wouldn't mind massaging them, his soft hands easing some of the pressure on your chest.

You might even fall asleep like that, his hands on your chest under your top, acting like your bra as he sleeps behind you.

♡ Yang Jungwon ♡

Very mature #2

Cares a lot about you and worries

Studies and researches about it so you won't have bad periods :(

Worries when you wear tampons

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Is it safe though?"

"Y/n, I don't think you should sleep t-tampons because you know, it m-might get stuck in there or something"

He just wants to make sure you're okay

"Ok gynaecologist 😀"

He doesn't really mind if you bleed on his sheets, as long as you aren't wearing tampons to bed

"It's fine sweetie, I'll clean it up"

Doesn't get mad or anything, changes the sheets and makes you change

Definitely cuddles you to sleep and holds your hand if the cramps get too much

♡ Nishimura Riki ♡

Teases the hell out of you

But also tries to help if you get cramps

If he sees you on the couch, he'll crawl in behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

He squeezes your waist

"My little ketchup bottle" he coos

"Nikiii" you try to squirm away embarrassed by his comment.

Definitely rubs your tummy if the cramps get too much

Slightly awkward at first and he feels a little shy doing it

"This okay?" he asks, rubbing circles in your tummy

You don't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't help but at least its a good distraction.

When he leaves for practise, he'll definitely leave you a plushy, big enough that you can hug it close

"Maybe this plushy will help :]" gives you his favourite plushy :(

He'll overall check up on you a lot, and really tried his best to help you out

I need a sweet boy like niki 😭

Hello! Thankyou for reading! Hope y'all are okay and remember that periods only last about a week! You got it!! For anyone who get cramps, I hope they're not as bad or get better :)

Lyyyy <333

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dutchess-of-fear · 8 months

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Sweet Treat For A Sweet Dream

Morpheus x GN!Reader

You were having difficult fallen asleep for three nights and you couldn't get to sleep, when your worried boyfriend decided to visit and want to help,

Hope you enjoy this little story, I sometimes has also difficulty sleeping at times and thought of making a little story of Morpheus helping you finally having a good night sleep

You were tossing and turning and couldn't really sleep at all, it had been the third night you hadn't had any sleep at all, you tried everything to fall asleep, but nothing had worked out.

You toss the duvet off you're body as you got up and marched into the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea, you were so busy trying to make yourself some tea that you hadn't noticed Morpheus, your boyfriend standing at the doorway to the kitchen, "Having trouble sleep, my sparrow?" You jumped and turned around, holding a hand over your chest as you gave him a death glare, "at least announce yourself before giving me a heartattack?" You turned around and finished making your tea before sitting down as Morpheus joined you.

Yes your boyfriend was literally the King of Dreams and Nightmares, you know you should ask your boyfriend to help you sleep by giving you those sand that he carried, but you are quite stubborn and had dealt with this before and you did feel asleep on your own so you never asked for his house.

But Morpheus has been worried, he hadn't seen you for a while, Lucienne said they must be busy with College and they be in the dreaming tonight as its the weekend, but it's already half past eleven and Morpheus didn't want to wait anymore.

So he decided to visit into the real world and see how they been doing,

You ask Morpheus what was he doing here as he reached for your hand looking at you with worry in his eyes,

"I am worried about you my sparrow, I hadn't seen you in the dreaming for a while" you did always love how Morpheus always wants to make sure you are happy and make sure you are safe which always warmed your heart with love for him.

"Do not worry my love, I'm just having a little difficulty of sleeping but don't worry, I be fine" you say as you busy looking at your empty cup as Morpheus knew he need to help his darling, even when he knew they is going to be stubborn about having help,

"My sparrow, you want me to help-" "no Morpheus I don't need help, I can get to sleep without the sand" You answered while you began to clean your cup, but Morpheus held your wrist gently as he wrapped his other hand around your waist stopping you from cleaning,

"My Sparrow go to the bedroom, I'll make you something that will help you sleep" He gently say, you try to protest but he interrupted you "my dear, please let me help, you look absolutely tired" you knew that you can't win with him, as he has his way of making you cave in as you nodded your head,

He smiled softly as he kissed your hair as you reluctantly moved away from Morpheus, you asked what he was thinking of doing as he looked around the kitchen and found what he was looking for,

"well, I have heard that cinnamon tea is said to help you sleep, so I make that for you my Sparrow" you couldn't help but smile with glee as you hadn't had cinnamon tea for a while, you ask him to add a bit of honey in your tea as he hum in acknowledgement.

You sat up in your bed as Morpheus came with your Cinnamon tea with honey, you couldn't help but quickly take it out of his hands, he softly chuckled at the excitement of having the tea,

He went round the bed and sat next to you as you enjoyed your sweet delicious tea, "you know maybe I should ask you more often to help me sleep" you looked over towards your boyfriend and smiled, his eyes slightly lighten up as he kiss your check softly, you began to blush from that as he smirked before taking the cup from your hands and set it down on the table next to your side of the bed, leaning over you body.

With how the position was you're face began to grow bright red with the minute as sinful thoughts began to appear in your mind as Morpheus looks at you,

He looks at you like he knew what you were thinking but it quickly change when you suddenly yawn as you're eye became heavy, he chuckled as he brush your hair gently out of your face, "come on my Sparrow, time to sleep" Morpheus got out of the bed as he gently tuck you in the bed as you smiled as you dreamed of wonderful and sweet dreams.

He couldn't help but gently kiss your forehead "have sweet dreams my beautiful little sparrow" as he then went back to his kingdom to meet you there in the dreaming

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satoruschapstic · 1 year

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Hi! May I make a request? jjk or tokrev boys and how they sleep, like in what clothes they sleep or their sleep habits smth like that

Thank you in advance 🤍

a/n: heyy, thank you so much for your request! idk if that's really what you wanted to see but i tried lol, hope you like it <3 i also included both jjk and tokrev cause why not

🌃WHAT THEY SLEEP IN HEADCANONS🌃

characters: satoru, suguru, kento, megumi, ran, rindou, draken, takashi

content: fluff, kisses, nudity

SATORU GOJO

okay lemme just say that this child sleeps in the weirdest pjs you've ever seen. and by the weirdest i mean whichever design comes to your mind when you think about kids pajamas. trucks? he has one. dinosaurs? tons of them in his closet. pjs of literally every color and every pattern imaginable. giraffes? wait a minute, he needs a moment to find it. oh yeah, here it is. he'll definitely buy you a matching set of pajamas, so you both can lay in bed looking cool af. pls don't make fun of him, he's a man child, so it's forgivable. i am one hundred percent sure that among all the other gifts he'll give you christmas pajamas every year just for the funnies. also wear a super comfy pj with unicorns he bought you, when he's feeling down and he'll start smiling brightly in a matter of seconds cause you're just too cute. you both will spend the evening cuddling on your king-size bed with you trying to watch a movie and him trying to count all the unicorns on your shirt and announcing every number way too loud. good luck with your movie.

SUGURU GETO

i headcanon that geto sleeps naked periodt. it's important to him that there's nothing inbetween, only his body pressed against the sheets, he's laying on, or you pressed against his bare chest. nothing less, nothing more. also i think he is of the opinion that his body should breathe and not be buried under the clothes. i mean imagine the view you'd have when you get out of the shower in the morning after the steamy night with a man of your wet dreams aka suguru geto. he's lying on his stomach, strong arms around a pillow. he's not wearing a single piece of clothing, you can see every muscle of his back, every mole on his skin every single detail you wanted to see so badly before. only his butt is half-covered with a piece of blanket, leaving a little room for your imagination. you better hurry up and go back to bed asap preferably without any clothes as well. the man doesn't like not having you by his side, cause he loves the sight of you just as much as you do if not more.

KENTO NANAMI

here he is. the man of my personal dreams. i truly believe that kento sleeps just in a plain white t-shirts and a pair of comfy checkered slacks. and he looks so goddamn good in it. idk about you but when i think about him laying in bed looking like this, wearing glasses, while reading a book AND WITH HIS HAIR BEING STILL A BIT DAMP AFTER THE SHOWER, I'M TURNING INTO A MESS. anyways i do think he prefers something cozy and not too tight to sleep in but if you spent the night doing what i wish i had a chance to do with him, he'd sleep half naked cause he loves the feeling of your hot skin on his bare chest and under his fingertips. he's gonna whisper sweet silly things into your ear till you fall asleep smiling toothy and then he won't even notice the moment he drifts off to sleep with you in his arms. don't be so naïve to believe that you can leave your bed that easy in the morning, he'll pull you back right in, saying it'll take only 5 minutes but you both end up getting late. he hates working overtime, but he never said anything about being late yk.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

megumi imo sleeps in baggy clothes like a long sleeve shirt and a pair of pants. nothing too bright, only discreet colors cause low-key the man is kind of a goth okay. his sheets are always clean and soft like clouds. you always wonder what kind of detergent he uses cause they smell good as well. and the way he smells oh my, do nuzzle into his neck while you're chilling in your bed together. it'll send tons of goosebumps down his spine and his cheeks will turn into subtle shade of pink and it's so worth it. he'll grumble something quietly about it being ticklish but don't believe him he won't trade the feeling for anything in the world. i also think he likes to sleep on his side, hugging you from behind and holding tight to his chest. he can hold your hand and play with your fingers cause it just feels like the right thing to do before falling asleep?? despite his grumpy demeanor, he always smiles when he's with you, he's too bad at hiding it. expect some kisses all over your neck and shoulders when you're facing away from him, cause he just can't help it.

RAN HAITANI

oh this man of class right here, let's forget his background for a sec and focus on bonten!ran, shall we? he sleeps totally naked, graciously whirling around on his expensive silk sheets, it's a canon for me. spacious bedroom, dim lights, king-sized bed too big to sleep there alone. that's why the first thing you see when you enter his bedroom is his shit eating grin plastered on his ridiculously handsome face while he pats the spot next to him on the bed. the moment your body touches the smooth sheets you're already caged in his strong arms. you won't get away without tons of marks all over your silky skin. he'd try and get rid of your nightgown, cause skin to skin contact is supreme. give in to him, you won't regret it. the atmosphere is intimate and welcoming but it doesn't mean he's not prepared for the unexpected. his beloved baton is somewhere under the bed, just in case.

RINDOU HAITANI

rin crosses the threshold of your shared bedroom, pulling his T-shirt over his head, leaving him in baggy pants that hang loosely on his hips. try to take your eyes off his torso and his tattoo covering half of his body. hyperventilating? i'm calling the ambulance. he carefully puts his glasses on the nightstand and takes his place on the bed next to you. he may seem intimidating at times with all these seriousness imprinted on his face but he's so goofy. he'll wrap you in a blanket so you look like a burrito and cover your face with kisses while you giggle and beg him to let go off you. he won't. as revenge, sneak into the shower while he's relaxing there after work and turn on the cold water. the sound is the delight for the ears. no one has ever reached such a high note, believe me.

DRAKEN

the man sleeps only in his underwear, cause it's cool and comfy he said it to me himself. i think he usually sleeps on his side facing you, his hand wrapped loosely around your waist. go ahead and rub the back of his head, ghost your fingers on the lines of his head tattoos and you'll hear quiet sounds of contentment coming out of his mouth. i also believe that draken LOVES watching sunsets with you, so you both are going to bed after midnight. he's always down for nighttime walks, when the city sinks into silence and darkness. your fingers are intertwined, and he looks at you furtively, smiling. he won't pass up a chance to wander into an alley to steal a few kisses from you. there's no need to be afraid to go out at night when you have a guy like that. lucky you.

TAKASHI MITSUYA

he sleeps in something he sewed for himself. something soft, warm, and a bit too big for him, yet trendy. be his model and he'll make you the best pajamas or nightgown you've ever seen. mitsuya has at least three pillows on his bed and the softness of them is incomparable. the sheets are always fresh and clean and the bed is carefully made. i like to think he's the kind of person who brings you breakfast in bed and watches you sleep softly removing strands of hair from your face and caressing your cheek. i don't know he's just so sweet and caring so pls don't leave his side and try to sleep on the couch after the argument. he's gonna suffer on the floor next to your sleeping figure and trying to at least hold your hand.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 2 months

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●Will Ospreay x Reader●

Summary: You are Kip Sabian's younger sister. You grew up with Kip and Will. You watch Will return to AEW to become a full time member. Kip invites him over after AEW.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on the couch in me and Kip's living room, I have AEW on for me to watch. Kip is currently at the arena hoping to get a match. I am currently at home recovering from a broken arm. It is fully healed but I have to wait until I get cleared to come back. I grab my bowl of strawberries and start eating them watching the TV. Tony Schiavone is out in the ring talking about how they are going to be making something official right now. I look at the TV eating my strawberries.

"Welcome to AEW, Will Ospreay!"

My jaw drops hearing his music hit and him walking down to the ring. I giggle at him motioning for a hug from Tony. Tony announces that Will is now All Elite. Will announces that his obligations in New Japan are done with. He is now here for full time work. I smile hearing that. I grab my phone and text Kip real quick.

"Did you know Will was going to be there tonight?"

I set my phone down and watch as the Don Callis family comes out to the ring. I roll my eyes, grab my empty bowl and walk to the sink. I put the bowl in the sink and walk back out to the living room. My phone chimes and I pick it up off the coffee table.

"Yeah! Wanted it to be a surprise for you! I also have one for you when I come home!"

"Okay! See you when you get here!"

I set my phone down on the coffee table and lay down on the couch covering myself up with a blanket.

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*later in the night*

I am laying in bed scrolling on my phone when I hear the front door open and two people talking. I get up, head out of my room and start walking down the hallway.

"Y/N?!"

I start walking down the stairs rubbing my eyes.

"Kip, what surprise did you get...... WILL!"

I run down the stairs and jump into his arms. He catches me as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Y/N! How are you?"

"I'm great now! I missed you!"

"I missed you too!"

He squeezes me than puts me down. I smile looking over at Kip.

"Thank you for my surprise. It's the best."

"Of course. You guys wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah. I'll go get some drinks."

I walk into the kitchen grabbing some waters out of the fridge. I kinda hear Kip talking to Will in the living room so I take a little longer getting the drinks.

"Are you gonna tell her? You just gotta admit it man. I promise she feels the same way about you. She tells me all the time."

"Really? She does?"

"Yes she does. She literally doesn't want anyone else but you. I promise that."

I grab the waters and walk out to the living room acting like I didn't just hear the whole conversation.

"Here ya go boys."

I set the drinks on the table and sit down on the couch next to Will. Kip is sitting in his recliner next to the couch. I pull my blanket up around me and lean against the back of the couch. Kip puts a movie on and we all watch it for a little bit. I start feeling my eyes getting heavy and I slightly start leaning over towards Will. I lay my head on his shoulder and he leans his head over putting his ontop of mine. I start falling asleep on his shoulder.

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*next morning*

I move my head a little feeling an arm under my head and another wrapped around my waist. I slightly open my eyes seeing Will sleeping next to me. I smile a little, put my hand on his side and snuggle the side of my face into his chest. He leans down a little, pressing a kiss on my forehead causing me to smile more.

"Good morning love."

"Good morning."

I look up at him as he places another kiss on my forehead. I start rubbing his side looking up at him.

"Y/N... there is something I need to tell you."

"Will.... I heard everything between you and my brother yesterday. And everything Kip told you about me is true. I do have a crush on you. I do only want you. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Will puts a finger over my lips shushing me.

"Y/N. I love you."

I look up at him smiling a little feeling my eyes tear up.

"I love you too."

"I really really love you. I've fallen in love with you over all these years. I was just to scared to admit it. Your brother has been pushing me to admit my feelings to you. I was just scared you wouldn't like me back."

I grab his face and kiss him hard. He wraps his arms around me kissing me back. He pulls back looking at me and I look at him smiling.

"I've been waiting to do that for a long time."

"Don't know why you waited so long."

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Hi Ro😌❤️

comfort character ask：🛁？

A Nice Relaxing Bath, a Curtis Everett x reader fic

Summary: Your roommate's brother crashes at the apartment while he works in the area.

Pertinent info: not on a train! I went very overboard on the idea that Curtis is the sweetest man on the planet, and I am not ashamed.

Warning: this, uh, it got steamy. Literally. Smut-adjacent. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. Minors, there is plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist instead, but this one is not for you. WC 2.1k

“I’m fine.”

“You’re filthy,” you bite back as your roommate’s brother peels off his dingy coat in your living room. “You should take the bath.”

Curtis waves you off weakly. “No need. I’ll shower after you’re done…or in the morning.”

He lays a bed sheet over the couch, dead tired and mentally vacant.

“There won’t be enough hot water.” You had no idea when he’d be coming in. He was supposed to arrive last night but got so delayed he drove in this morning, heading straight to his job site instead of dropping his things off first. That was twelve hours ago.

You’re well aware of how exhausting shifts like that can be from your time at the hospital.

“Then morning it is,” Curtis huffs.

“My couch will smell bad far longer than you will. Please—“ you point to the bathroom, wearing only your towel “—it’s all yours.”

Your guest shakes his head and pulls off his beanie. “I’m serious. I’m too tired.”

You shrug. “I promise you’ll feel like a million bucks after and sleep like a baby.”

Perhaps the smell of lavender wafting from the washroom entices him, or perhaps he finally catches a whiff of himself, but Curtis stands and walks all the way over, stopping a few inches in front of you.

He smirks.

“Promises, promises…” he drawls, side-stepping into the bathroom.

From force of habit, you always quickly shower after a shift, but you weren’t expecting the doorbell to ring or Curtis to announce his arrival. Now that you’ve checked your phone, after sifting through your bag discarded immediately onto the other side of your bed, you see a text from his sister…from half an hour ago, saying he’s on his way.

You can’t very well hand him the towel against your skin currently. You’ll need to get him something fresh.

You throw on a t-shirt and shorts before rummaging in the linen closet for the spares. Just as you’re about to knock on the door to hand them over, you hear grunting and hissing, not from the water. There’s a muttered curse that sounds very pained.

“Curtis?” you call.

He only takes one step, meaning he was not close to the bathtub yet, and cracks open the door. He hides most of his body behind it, except you see his left shoulder. Purple and brown bruises litter the joint.

“Jesus, buddy!” You can’t help it. Against his pale skin, any trauma would look serious.

“It’s fine. Those for me?”

You don’t move.

“Can you even lift that arm, Curtle?”

His nose scrunches in distaste of his childhood nickname, shoving a hand out. “I said it’s fine. You giving me the towels or not?”

Every effort behind every word drains a little more life from Curtis’s eyes and voice. It’s like watching someone scrape the last shrivels of food from a to-go container—pathetic and sad.

You press the linens to your own chest.

“Let me help you.”

“You’re not bathing me,” he scoffs.

“I’m a nurse. Please. It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”

Curtis glances back inside the bathroom as if searching for answers elsewhere, but when he turns to let his sky-blue eyes meet yours, he neither fights nor flees.

“Hey now,” you soothe. “I’ve lived here two years. I can fake your sister’s tone like you would not believe. Don’t make me use the voice.”

One corner of his mouth ticks up beneath his dark beard.

“Fine, but this was your idea and I’m not getting yelled at later for being a creep, ya hear?”

“Got it,” you nod, closing the door behind you once he lets you in.

He turns around to unbuckle his belt and pull down his bottoms. More and more bruising is visible with every inch exposed, some yellow and old, some nearly bleeding out the surface. There’s a line of dirt and grime along his neck where his shirt blocked the soot. You set the stack of towels on the closed toilet and reach to help him in, avoiding looking by professional default.

This is pretty much exactly what you do all day, but most of your patients would be sponge baths. In fact, Curtis will be easier because he has all his faculties, use of all his limbs, and doesn’t need help washing anything below the waist. He’s just too beat up and tired to lift his arms much.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot.” He winces and curls the dipped toes away from the water again, but once you move to start the tap and add cold, he grips your hand harder. “No, no. Don’t. I’ll get used to it. Just gimme a sec.”

Somehow, spending the time holding a six-foot man upright in the humid, aromatic air is just as relaxing as if you were submerged yourself, so you wait while his toes, feet, ankles, legs, and finally, butt are all acclimated before lathering a washcloth. The loofah would be too harsh across the bruises.

“Back first and then I’ll leave you to soak?”

Curtis doesn’t really answer. He simply leans forward and tilts his head down.

He moans involuntarily when you splash water over the whole area and tenses when you graze his sides.

He’s ticklish, so you poke him only one more time for fun and then start scrubbing at his neck.

As you finish up the broad expanse of his back, though he’s a little skinny considering his frame, you fold over the cloth and hand it to him.

“You wanna get your face?”

He sweeps it back and forth a few times and then splashes. You can see that he’s not clean.

“Fine. I’ll do that, too,” you grumble without real ire and plop forward onto your ass, reaching out both hands once you soap them up.

He holds his eyes closed while you circle over his forehead and cheeks, stares while you scrub into his beard, and laughs when you use the grip of your thumbs to pull him into a joker grin.

That earns you a playful splash. Curtis is still chuckling as he rinses the soap off his face, leaving a fresh hole in the thick layer of bubbles. His eyelashes are so long he has to squish water out of them before he can see you again, then he looks sad as he smiles.

“I’m sorry I stole your bath.”

Worth it, you think. “Can’t steal what’s given freely.”

“Or you could…” Curtis shuffles his hips “…join me?”

“The tub is not that big.”

His eyebrow quirks, intrigued by the challenge. “Bet we can make it fit.”

“That’s what she said,” you burst, grinning.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean…not like that.” He’s so cute when he laughs.

As adorable and tempting as the offer is, you still state the obvious. “Buddy, you’re naked.”

“I can keep my hands to myself. Promise.”

“Promises, promises,” you tsk in retort.

Curtis mountains a pile of bubbles to show how covered you’d still be, laying the washcloth over his lap as a barrier. “Better decide before the water gets too cold.”

You let out a long sigh.

Though you’re clean enough anyway, your legs ache from a long day on your feet, and it would be nice to release that tension from the muscles.

You toss a second washcloth over his face.

“No peaking, bub!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbles, letting the fabric trap in his mouth for emphasis.

It’s comical to order him around—move this leg, that foot can’t be flat, scoot all the way back, etc—but once successfully sandwiched between his thighs you tell him to keep his eyes closed and take away the cloth to use as a kind of tube top.

“Need me to get back here?” he offers.

“Nah,” you say shaking your head, “just wanted the heat on my legs.”

Curtis sinks into the tub and molds himself to the tile wall behind him. “Sure feels good after a long day.”

You two compare the long hours you’ve worked today, the day before, and the day before that, and it turns into a tie for who is the saddest over-achiever.

“You can lean on me,” he whispers. “Come on, relax, honey. You’ve earned it, too.”

So you do.

You tuck your head right beneath Curtis’s chin, the roughness of his beard catching gently in your hair, careful not to put weight directly on his bruises.

You both quickly fall into that almost-dream state, the kind where time doesn’t exist between eye blinks, rising and dipping with his breaths, soaking in more than just the comfort of the bath.

It feels like hours—or maybe just an instant later—that the water feels just shy of lukewarm. Your fingers are pruney. The bubbles are gone.

Who knows what kicks you out of your peaceful reverie, but Curtis jolts when you do, wrapping his arms around you.

“S—sorry,” he stutters. A few fingers land against your washcloth top and tug reflexively.

You tilt your head to assure him you’re okay only to find his gaze locked farther forward. Your knees are bent to fit in the tub, and with your legs splayed this way, without the cover of bubbles, you’re exposed to him

Curtis stays quiet while you feel his breath hitch beneath your back. His fingers scratch over your belly gently until finally—

“You’re so soft,” he says reverently, gratefully, as if handed a present not on his birthday.

Gently, careful not to hurt him, you turn around.

His eyes are wide and questioning but don’t falter from your attention even when the washcloth topples from your breast. His lips fall apart, waiting for your choice, but all over his features is written how much he wants you.

Has that look ever been there before? Did you simply not notice?

“Sis is gonna be mad,” he mutters, swallowing loudly while you shift to your knees in the water.

You inch closer and closer, mouth brushing his. “Why?”

“Because,” he confesses, “she told me not to touch you.”

“When did she tell you that?”

Of course, you want to kiss him, but it’s quite fun to see him almost tremor with anticipation.

Curtis’s eyes find yours. “The day I moved her in.”

His warm breath dances with yours, tongue darting across his bottom lip.

“Well then…” You lift one leg at a time to coax his together, straddling his lap. “Don’t touch me. Just let me touch you.”

You’re not sure which movement garners the moan he lets rip through his chest, your mouths finally meeting or you wiggling to get comfy. Both continue. So do the moans.

The tented, sopping washcloth is tossed with a squelch to the floor as he hardens between your thighs, but each second is relished, each ounce of energy pried from your reserves.

The kisses are slow and sweet, long and dragged out like the lazy rocking of your hips.

At first, he really doesn’t touch you, his hands grip and slip along the smooth rim of the tub until you feel his fingers graze your sides. Curtis is trying to tickle you in some sick revenge. It leaves you both smiling even while you take his wrists and force his hold lower.

“Can’t seem to keep your promises, big guy.”

“I’m a rebel,” he jokes with a smile, grabbing your ass to help you move, “and this is a good cause.”

You’re so tired, and this is so perfect. No frantic movements make for a soft tide in the bath water, ebbing and flowing without breaching the ceramic edge, yet it’s enough to build a current strong enough that you both come, mumbling cursing and praises to each other.

“I don’t think you’re any cleaner than when we started,” you say, nuzzling the fading scruff of beard down his throat. As you recover with panting breaths, his cum washes away from his abs, diluted in the residual rhythm of the water. “Maybe a brisk rinse?”

Curtis’s eyes stay shut for most of the short shower.

He lets you lead him around to whatever angle is best and holds you for warmth when the chill gets into your bones briefly. The shock is refreshing though.

Inside a cocoon of plush towels, his sleepy, happy eyes find yours, and he pulls the wrap tighter around your bodies.

“You kept your promise,” he chuckles. “I do feel like a million bucks, and I absolutely will sleep like a baby.”

You beam in his embrace, soft trapped in strong.

“My bed is comfier than the couch,” you offer.

Curtis leans more of his weight onto you and sighs.

“Honey, you’re the comfiest thing anywhere.”

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Uuuuuuuugh, guys, this was difficult to write because I wouldn't stop swooning the entire time. Just let me wash the dirty man. Let me snuggle him in the tub and fall asleep to the sound of bursting bubbles 😭 I can't handle the sweetness!!!

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marveldcmistress · 2 years

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Summary: Reader is married to Charles and pregnant with her/their first child. Having heard tales from the other ladies of court about their husbands taking mistresses during their pregnancies, Reader stays up at night taking care of Charles' needs and tends to the household during the day, leaving little room for rest. When hormones and sleep-deprivation take its toll on the Reader's health, Charles finally confronts her about her once strict self-care routine he had established with her.

A/N: This is based off the post I made on here a few months ago that I decided to just write myself. You can definitely tell I rushed the ending but there’s so much more than I planned to add to it. Enjoy y’all!

Charles was sitting at his desk, returning letters of business, when a knock on his door took his focus away. At the invitation of entrance, his secretary announced his lady wife's personal maid. She seemed anxious, not quite upset but not exactly scared either. Nervous.

“What is it, Elizabeth?” he says, her anxiety setting him on edge. She, besides himself, was the person closest to you. Her job was literally to take care of you. So if she was worried, she would be worried about you. He was already protective of you, but since finding out you were bearing his son (“A mother knows, Charles. I dreamt it.”) his concern for you only grew. You were always a little clumsy, but now your equilibrium is off the bigger your belly gets, and you refuse to sit in bed all day.

(“This is my house as well, Charles. And I will be damned if I do not take care of it myself. What kind of wife would I be if I did not keep the house my husband has so graciously given me?”

He'd always roll his eyes and say “I'd give you the moon and stars if you only ask.”)

He returns his attention to the maid, if something were wrong with you or his child he would do everything in his power to save you.

“Your Grace, I believe Her Grace, my Lady Suffolk, is ill.”

“What's wrong with her?” He stands from his desk, moving past Elizabeth and out of his study. She tries to follow after him, struggling to match his long strides.

“I tried to wake her this morning to break her fast, but she complained of a headache, so I left her to sleep while going to fix her meal to bring to her. She's been so weary these past few weeks. I do see to it that she is eating properly, for the babe. But as I am not with her at night I have no knowledge of her sleeping habits. Is she getting enough rest, Your Grace?”

Her question brings him to an abrupt halt. Flashes of memories pass by his eyes. Images of you naked, full in belly and breast from his seed, passion blazing like the roaring hearth by the bed. You had both been insatiable, you from the hormones (and let's be honest, your sinfully sexy Duke) and him from complete adoration of your changed body. He was absolutely entranced, your breasts were always soft but now they were heavy with milk, the rest of your body plush with motherhood. You were glowing, a shining star in his dark world of politics and betrayal. You spend hours making love, fucking, and everything in between.

To know that he may be the reason you no longer rest brings him immense guilt. He knew you had issues sleeping before you got pregnant, and you worked so hard during the day. He constantly tried to get you to slow down, relax.

(“Charles if I am not working I will lose my wits. I promise to take care of myself, as well as you, but I must stay busy.” )

And he held you to that promise. When not at court, he kept you both on a daily routine. First with breakfast, either at the table together with servants working around you, or naked in bed with tea, basking in the morning sun. He'd never believed more in heaven than those moments with his angel. Then you would reluctantly leave each other to go to work, you to the kitchens to help prepare dinner before moving outside. You adored your gardens, ones he spent a good fortune on as your wedding present. He would go to his study or around the villages, answering letters to the King or speaking with those under his rule. He tried to be as fair of a leader as possible, having been a lowly man once. You would both break for an hour to lunch, taking a quick roll in the hay before finishing any other duties. After dinner, usually spent in your room by the fire, you take a bath together. You talk about your day, the baby, make love, then finally wash when the water has gone cold. Usually you would then fall asleep in each other's arms, but with both of your passions being so high you would still be up for hours stoking the fire.

He felt so selfish. How could he have neglected you for his own sexual gain? He should have known better, your health was vital to his child's. For the sake of his sanity, you and his child must stay healthy and safe. He rushes even faster to your chambers, worry etched all over his features. He must correct his wrongs, for his wife and heir.

You startle awake when your chamber doors burst open. You were just having a dream of Charles and your son, strolling through the spring blooms of your garden. The babe was small, clearly just born, and Charles was glowing in the sunlight. Your heart couldn't be more full of love, your husband and your child in perfect bliss. You look to the doors, wondering what kind of commotion could have taken you from such happiness. Charles is rushing at you, the crease between his brows the only thing you can decipher before he is crowding your space, hands on your back to help you sit up.

“My love? What's the matter?” you ask, reaching to smooth the wrinkles in his forehead. Blue eyes bore into yours, full of anxiety. You always loved how expressive he was, never hiding how he felt from you. When he had first proposed the offer of marriage to your father, you were afraid to end up in a love-less marriage with a stoic, stone faced husband who wouldn't give you a second glance. After getting married, Charles had put together a private dinner in your chambers, where he discussed what he wanted from this marriage, and asking of you what you expected from him.

(“I wasn't the best husband to my first wife, for which I regret. I would like to change that with you.” ) That is when you fell in love with your husband. He was the exact opposite of everything you feared you would have to endure the rest of your life.

His hands coming to cup your face brings you back to the present. “I should be asking you that, dear wife. Elizabeth said you would not rise for breakfast. Are you unwell? Is it the baby?” he asks. The words would not stop tumbling from his lips, hands caressing your body in search of anything abnormal. When he saw no physical signs around your abdomen, he looked to your face. The dark purple circles under your eyes was proof of just how exhausted you are. But you are stubborn, and while he loves that about you, it can be frustrating at times. Like right now.

“I'm fine, my love. I just required a little more sleep today, I suppose.” you mumble, putting on a bright smile for him, though it didn't reach your eyes. He knew you well enough that you were lying to him. It didn't anger him so much as just heighten his anxiety. Why would you lie to him about how you feel?

“Elizabeth said you've been lethargic.” he tries to argue. You huff, turning your face away so he doesn't see the sudden change in your demeanor. You have been more tired lately. Between growing your child, keeping the house, and trying to match your husband's stamina, there was no energy left. Each day felt like a struggle, so much to do but no motivation to do it at all.

“I'm fine, Charles. Just a headache that needed some sleep to get rid of. Nothing to fret over.” you brush off his worry, standing to move to the wardrobe to dress for the day. What you don't see though, is the way he takes in your hunched form, your adorable waddle only so cute to an extent.

“If you insist, love. Why don't you take a rest day, stay in bed? The house is already clean and I'm sure Elizabeth can handle the kitchens.” The dominant side of him wanted to demand you stay in bed, but he knows that trying to command you to do anything is futile. He had tried to command you once, and you had laughed in his face.

“I can't today. My rose bushes need trimmed, the house needs decorated for the upcoming harvest celebration, and the menus for His Majesty's visit needs prepared. I have too much to do.”

Charles stood from the bed, knowing that trying to keep in you in this room would only lead to an argument, of which you had only had two in your entirety of your marriage. The first had been a mis-communication, if you were to ask his wife. He was not in the wrong the first time. You had been at court, attending a party while the King and your husband were “working”. A wife of the visiting French Ambassador was giving your husband eyes all night, raising something from inside you that you never want to feel again: jealousy. She was a beautiful woman, flawless skin and shiny, perfectly curled hair. You would have been quiet throughout the night, reminding yourself of the talk you had that night he discussed your relationship with you. You had heard of his infidelity with his first wife, he had even admitted it to you. But he had promised to be faithful to you, to never break your trust, all he had asked of you was to have faith in him. You had agreed, seeing no reason to begin your marriage with something as detrimental to it as trust issues. You had remembered that promise all night. Until she opened her mouth.

“You know, I took him from his first wife. I wonder if I could take him from his second?” she smirked behind a goblet of wine. You didn't know, but Charles had just walked up behind you, catching the very last of her statement. Your shoulders tensed, a fire lighting within you. Charles would always say there are two personalities inside of you. The quiet, obedient court mouse, who only comes out in society. And the fierce little lion out in the countryside. At court you portrayed the dutiful Duchess so well, he thought you were a different person when he finally got you home.

“Madame. I believe the man you met long ago is no longer the man you see now. But if you so wish to test my assumptions, please feel free to do so. Though I warn you, I don't like my judgment being challenged in such a way. So seduce my husband. I dare you.” you growled the last words, catching the attention of the King. Henry had adored you, admired the fire in your spirit when he visited you at Suffolk Manor, witnessing you putting Charles in his place in such an elegant way. Two pairs of blue eyes watched the interaction, fully prepared to defend you if need be. They both knew you could handle yourself, but with this being a treaty meeting between the French and English, they had to keep it from escalating to the point of another war.

“Mademoiselle,-”

“You may address me as Her Grace, or My Lady Suffolk. The man you knew before was of no title. MY HUSBAND, of whom you speak now, is a Duke. YOU, madame, are below us in class, therefore may not speak to us any way you so choose. Remember your place in this court, and remember mine.” with that you excused yourself from the table, not waiting for Henry's permission, leaving the dining hall and going towards the gardens, Elizabeth quickly following after. Charles turned to the King, gaining a quick nod before chasing after you. He got to the entry way to the garden when he spotted Elizabeth sat at the bench at the entrance of the hedge maze.

“She's in there, muttering to herself.” she nods to the maize. He runs in, and after about a minute of walking finds you pacing back and forth, mumbles spilling from your lips and hands flailing at your sides. He had never seen you so irate. The red in your cheeks and chest was so cute. He just wanted to eat you up, until you turned those fiery eyes on him.

“I can't believe you would sleep with a woman like that.” And for an hour he got a tongue lashing he hasn't had since he was child being scolded by his mother. You ripped into him, so much so that he got defensive. Before you knew it you were in each other's faces, voices loud enough you're sure the whole party heard. It was only when you both stopped to take a breath did you finally pay attention to the tension between you, when he grabbed you by the face and kissed you fiercely. That was the night your son was conceived.

The second argument he would admit was his fault. Henry had come to visit, seeking some isolation around company he could trust. And he had perfect timing, you had just found out you were pregnant. It was a joyous day when you told your King he would be the Godfather. Charles and you had discussed it to the fullest extent when the physicians and handmaid told you. If anything were to happen to you, either of you, your son would become the ward of the King. It would ensure he would have a proper education and keep the title of Duke of Suffolk. Everything Charles would have wanted for his children would still come to fruition. Henry demanded to celebrate, calling for wine and ale and food. You had eaten your fill, and as the night grew later, you got more tired. Charles promised to come to bed not much longer after, to which you told him you would wait for him. The maids had helped you dress and prepare for bed, giving anxious glances to you between dresses.

“You both have something you want to say, so please. Do not feel like you must tread carefully around me.”

“We all love His Majesty, as well as His Grace.” Elizabeth starts.

“And we know how happy you are, in this marriage.” Mary, the other maid, starts.

“But?” you ask.

“Well, as you know I came from court, Your Grace.” Mary continues.

“Yes, I remember. What about it?” you ask, slowly starting to get frustrated that no one is telling you anything important.

“Well, it was rumored that when Anne Boleyn was with child, His Majesty took a mistress. Most men of court do, when their wives get pregnant.” you tense in your seat. Your emotions had been almost uncontrollable since conceiving, and the ladies at your side bringing up one of your biggest insecurities was not something you wanted to deal with right now.

You dismissed the ladies, deciding to sit by the fire to wait for Charles to come to bed. You had heard the rumors of court. They were correct, most men at court took to adultery when they found out their wives were having a child. Some used the excuse that their wives were too tired to fulfill their duties. Some had said they did not find her attractive anymore. One had even admitted he never wanted the woman in the first place, but laid with her to produce an heir. You knew Charles loved you, it showed in everything he did for you. Keeping you fed with the best diet, clothed with the finest silks, and satisfied in the bedroom. But if you could no longer provide for his sexual appetite, would he look for someone else?

You waited for hours in the chair by the fire before finally deciding to lay down in your bed, on the edge of your side so as not give the impression you wanted to talk. You had been up all night panicking over your insecurities, and Charles had taken hours to come back to bed. Eventually, you drifted to sleep, only to be wakened by your husband stumbling drunk into your chambers. Your father had been a violent drunk in your teen years and you had prayed you would not land the same fate with your husband.

“MY WIFE!! MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, WHO WILL BE CARRYING MY SON!!!” Charles shouted, startling you. He was too drunk to notice, falling at your feet unceremoniously. You watched, waiting for him to start yelling again, but there was silence for a moment, before quiet snores emitted from your lap. You look down at your sleeping husband, already starting to drool on your night gown. Confused, you tried to gently move him off of you, only failing at doing so and watching as he drops his torso to the floor, hearing a loud thunk as his skull hit the wood. You tense, waiting for him to wake up and start yelling, only relaxing when he remains asleep. Huffing, you proceed to the door to bring in the guards to help heave Charles into the bed. Once they're dismissed, you pull off his boots but leave him dressed, deciding to be the caring wife and heading to the kitchens for water and food. Your man was going to have one hell of a hangover. But at least he was a happy drunk. You could live with that. Until you saw the mess that was your dining hall.

Charles woke that next morning with a pounding head, and a very pissed off wife staring him down like the devil himself.

“I do not mind you having a bit of fun, getting drunk and celebrating our child. But if my dining hall ever, EVER looks like that again, I swear you will never get this cunt again. Understood?” He simply nodded, already going through the many ways he could make it up to you. Even His Majesty had gotten an earful, of course much more respectfully. The King had paid for the whole house to be refurnished, along with an entirely remodeled nursery for his nephew.

Charles smiles at both memories. Even the rough times were bliss with you. He knows this instance will be mild as well, once he gets to the root of it. He watches you dress and style your hair, catching your eyes in the mirror when you look back at him.

“You don't have to hover all day, Charles, you can go back to work.” You say. His stare un-nerved you, like he was trying to read your mind. He didn't need to know that you had purposefully been feeding his appetite multiple times a night to keep him from finding a mistress. If you kept him satisfied, he should have no need to wonder. It was exhausting, but if that's what it took to keep him faithful to you...

When you're finished dressing for the day, he follows you out of the room, arm around your waist, keeping you close to his side. This, you will not fight. You love being close to him, being wrapped in his warmth and his smell. He escorts you to the kitchens, setting you at a stool and telling you to stay. You watch him gather bread, meat, cheese, and some wine before taking your hand again and leading you out of the house.

“Charles, I really do have chores to be doing.” you say.

“That's why we are having lunch in the garden today. You slept late, so we will eat where you are closest to your first chore.” he states simply. You cannot fault his logic, so you follow him to the tree you both like to sit under. He sets down your lunch before taking off his coat for you to sit on. He helps you down, knowing that you were much clumsier the bigger you get. Once he knows you're settled, he drops himself beside you, pulling you into his side. You melt into him, finding the peace he so happily brings you.

“I know you said you have much to do, but I beg of you, my love, please don't strain yourself too much today. The festival is weeks away and the King doesn't visit for another month. There is still time for planning both.” he mumbles into your ear. You know he is right, harvest was still three weeks away and the King doesn't care about the menu, just as long as he eats.

“I suppose I can focus on resting, but it will not be confined to that bed, Charles. I want to roam, perhaps stay outside and soak up the sun.”

“That is all I ask.” he kisses your forehead before reaching for your lunch and starts feeding you by his own hand. You relish these sweet moments with him. When you both must go to court, he is usually so busy during the day that you get no time to see each other. When he must go away without you, you roam the halls at night praying for a wink of sleep.

You ate and drank for another hour before parting ways. As promised, you stayed in the garden, tending to your flowers and fountains. Charles kept an eye on you through the window of his study. He had the gardens constructed there for that specific purpose. He finished just as the sun was starting to set, having seen you come back only an hour earlier. He knew you were making sure dinner was being prepped to your cravings. You had been demanding meat lately, his hunters and farmers doing their best to keep up. You had apologized profusely when last speaking to the butcher.

“My wife was the same with our boys, give my congratulations to His Grace on his son.”

At nights you had been craving fruit, nudging him awake to fetch strawberries and grapes. He always went happily, even going so far as to start bringing them to the room before you went to bed every night. He'd also make sure to keep water and chamomile tea around.

After a dinner of roasted chicken (in which you ate a whole hen to yourself, he was so proud, you'd been embarrassed,) you bathe. He made sure to tell the maids to add special oils and soaps for relaxation and rest to the water. He started with a massage, going from your neck down your shoulders, before moving you and starting at your feet and ankles. They had swollen so much with each pound gained. You had started to fall asleep from his ministrations, so he quickly finished washing both of you before ushering you to the bed. He tucked you under the covers before joining you on the other side. You snuggle into his side before leaning up to give him a kiss. He kisses back, never one to deny you his affection. You try to deepen the kiss, hands running down his torso to his groin. You just passed his belly-button when he grabbed your hand and moved it back to your chest.

“Not tonight, my love.” he whispers. You recoil your hand as if burned. You don't give him a chance to speak again, rolling to face away from him and tuck the blankets around you. Charles is confused by this reaction, going to reach for you before seeing your shoulders shake.

“My love, are you crying?” he asks. You don't answer, simply moving even further away. You know it's childish, but right now you're too hurt to care. Everything you had been fearing has come to fruition. He no longer wants you, and it's only a matter of time before he finds another woman to warm his bed and wet his cock. You shrug off the hand he puts on your shoulder, and gasp when he grabs around your hips and pulls you back into him.

“Do not brush me off, my love. Tell me what is wrong.” he whispers. It was softly spoken, but a demand none the less. It was one of your own rules, to always speak when you were having an issue together.

“You don't want me.” you whine. He has to stop for a second and process what you just said.

“I'm sorry?”

“I said you don't want me anymore! You've pushed me away, and now you will go find a mistress and leave me with this child alone!” you yell. He flinches back at the volume of your voice, unsure what to do about the tears running down your face. He was never any good at comforting a crying woman, and he feared the further you get into your pregnancy the worse these outbursts will become.

“My love, where is this coming from?” his voice breaks, along with his heart. Had he done something to make you question his devotion to you? Your breaths start coming in quick rasps as you sob, and Charles quickly sits up to take action. He pulls you to his chest, commanding you to match your breathing with his.

“Breathe in, breathe out. You need to calm yourself, wife. Getting excited isn't good for the babe.”

His words resonate in your ears, and the thought of your baby calming you significantly. After a minute of calm breathing, Charles pulls away and put his hands on your cheeks, slowly lifting your face to look into your eyes.

“Tell me what is troubling my dear lady.” he says softly.

“The maids had said something to me. About what happens when a woman is with child. How husbands stop loving their wives, stop sleeping together and having sex. The man finds a mistress and leaves his wife to care for their child alone. Their marriage is over and I can't bear the thought of you never loving me.”

His cerulean eyes well with tears, they hang heavy on his thick lashes as his heart shatters in front of you. He knew these rumors were true, had witnessed the King himself doing so when Anne was pregnant. He could not condemn those men who did, for he himself had been unfaithful to his first wife. But to have his own wife believing such a thing of him ate at his pride. But before he could say something in retort, you continued speaking.

“And I know your appetite, for which I truly adore. So I force myself to try to keep you satiated, so you won't feel tempted to seek another woman. That is why I have been so tired lately.” you admit, so quietly he almost didn't hear you. At first he was angry. You were putting your health and the health of his child at risk for his sexual needs. He loves your devotion to him, but to do it at the cost of his child? But looking at the fear and anxiety in your eyes, he can't stay upset for long. He was validated in his guilt, it had been his fault that you weren't getting any rest. He made you feel like you could not say no to his advances.

“Oh god. Dear, my love, my sweet wife...” he whispers, kissing your face rapidly. You tense, confused as to what was happening. You expected him to be upset, accuse you of being insecure and crazy. You sounded crazy to your own ears now that you say it out loud. But here he is, covering your face and neck in kisses. Your eyes are wide, waiting for him to finish. He pulls back when you don't respond.

“My love. I adore you, and how you adore me. I love that you love to please me, I live to please you. You are bearing my son, the light of my life. I pushed you away tonight for your sake, so you may rest. It is time to start putting yourself first, my love. We can perform our marital duties,” he says those last two words with a smirk, “ during the day. I love you, and wish to have no other. I am more than capable of putting my needs aside so that my woman and my child remain the healthiest possible. I will seek no other woman, because I want no other woman. Do I make myself clear?” he says in a firm tone. It leaves no room for argument, yet still gentle and loving. It reassured you, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was yours. It was everything you needed, validation of your feelings and reassurance that your marriage is strong. You nod your head, putting your hands over his on your face and turning to kiss his palm.

“I love you, husband.”

“And I love you, wife. And I love my son, and any child we have after him. Now, it has been a long day, and you need your rest.”

He lays you both down, arm around your waist and hand on your burgeoning belly. He sticks his nose in your hair, both of you falling asleep contently, glowing with your love.

#charles brandon x reader #Charles Brandon #x reader #reader insert #fan fiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader

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cat3ch1sm · 9 months

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🧚🏾‍♂️~ hello, everyone! i am so so sorry for not writing anything at all and leaving you all for so long. i am back now, though- i promise!! please enjoy these brief Agni black butler headcanons in the meantime, while i try and get back into writing longer fics. also, announcement- i now write for across the spider-verse! check my masterlist (pinned)?for some more info :)) i love you all and thanks for your support, it means the world even if im not the most deserving of it. enjoy agni lovers <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ fem!reader, slight nsfw ࿐ྂ

𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦! <𝟑𝟑

not gonna lie, you definitely caught him off guard. normally he’s the one pampering other people and helping them to feel loved and welcomed- not the other way around.

a little while after you two got together, agni returned home with some injuries to his arms. he was just going to tend to it himself at some point- he didn’t think you’d offer to help him at all. but agni tells you that he’s fine and can take care of it himself- and is again surprised when you just clean up his wounds and bandage his arms anyway, taking great care to rewrap his sacred right hand. he makes sure to thank you profusely and say that he owes you, but agni tells you to not do it again because he can tend it his own injuries, and besides, he wants to be the one doing things like that for you, not the other way around.

he insists over and over again that you don’t need to do anything for him- you make him food and help him out of his work clothes when he’s tired, come to him with breakfast in the morning (somehow always waking up before him just to do this even though agni wakes up criminally early every day), help him get ready in the morning by doing his hair and running a bath for him, etc.

agni feels guilty often whenever you do stuff for him because he fees like he doesn’t deserve it. there was a time in his life where he was greedy and selfish and he still thinks of that often. he doesn’t want there to be a single moment where he isn’t doing something to help someone else. that’s really one of the main reasons he doesn’t like you pampering him so much.

agni has definitely tried to physically stop you from pampering him all the time. like imagine you’re trying to take off his coat for him after work and hang it up for him, and he literally has your wrists in his hands, pushing you away from him (without trying to harm you of course) while insisting that he can do it himself and you’ve had a long day too so you don’t need to do anything for him. these types of disagreements can honestly go on for ages😭

sometimes the two of you will even find yourselves subconsciously competing for who can make the other feel most loved and cared for. none of you ever win or lose- you’re both too stubborn and persistent.

“would you like me to fix your dinner plate for you, agni?”

“ah, i could not allow you to do that for me, my lady. but please, allow me to assist you with the cleaning of the kitchen.”

“oh, don’t worry, i can take care of it myself. but i can help you clean upstairs if you’d like.”

“while i appreciate your kindness, i am able to handle that myself. and i will add downstairs to that list as well, if you do not mind.”

it’s way more passive aggressive in person but also sickeningly sweet.

the only thing agni will let you do without a fight to pamper him is play with his hair while you’re both in bed about to go to sleep. he finds it therapeutic and relaxing.

even though agni does not want to let you dote on him so much, he makes sure to thank you just like you deserve later. he provides you with twice the amount of love and pleasure that you provided him during the day- although not quite in the same way💚

#agni headcanons #anime #black butler imagines #black butler headcanons #kuroshitsuji headcanons #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji imagines #agni x reader #reader x agni #you x agni #agni x you #agni x female reader #black butler memes #black butler fic

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sugarywishes · 11 months

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I'VE FINALLY FINISHED MY QUINN AND TIMM TIMELINE 😎 (it's not as cool as it sounds but it would be rad if you CHECKED IT OUT!!)

Childhood

So *ahem* (🤓) in my little silly headcanon world, Quinn comes from a very academic oriented family. You either study and become successful or you become a failure (just like her sister). And as the 'savior/golden child' of her family, she was very often pressured into becoming as successful and educated as possible, even if it meant she would be surrounded by books and essays all throughout her childhood. (And also she had no friends :( )

As for Timm, he's always had the 'competitive dancer' dream, even as a little kid! But growing up in a relatively less than financially stable environment, he soon realized that maybe his dream career could possibly end in failure (homelessness, broke etc) , and maybe it wasn't worth risking your future for a childish dream. So he tried his best to forget and studied as much as he could, he'd rather settle for a well-paying job that a dream that could totally fail, right? (Also he was totally a theater kid growing up I MEAN COME ON HIS HALLOWEEN COSTUME IN THE GAMES IS LITERALLY ERIK)

Law School Days (awe yeaaa)

(Can you tell I am indeed very consistent with my art, no random anatomy or facial structure changes here!)

Huzzah! We've made it to the time period where they find meet!!

So at this point, Quinn is jaded and studious and stuff, and dislikes talking to anybody (which includes professors/teachers LMAO, she needed to stay on that independent knowledge grind) and by a random coincidence, she happened to have classes with none other than Timm himself, she found him very annoying at first but by the end of her education, she was more than ready to marry him

And Timm is still a huge dork, albeit a very burnt out dork, he studied long and hard to be able to have a well-paying career, and now he's at law school! Surely he'll enjoy a life as a rich lawyer, right? Anyways, he accidentally got a crush on that mean and quiet chick in his classes, so what better way to get with her than to ask her out to any event the school had! For the first few years she'd reject him immediately, but eventually she caved in, and hey! They got married, what a wonderful couple! Hopefully they sta-

POST DIVORCE ERA 🔥🔥🔥

So...uh, what exactly happened?

Quinn woke up around 4 AM (yes really, that's when she always gets up for work), and she expected to find her husband of many years still sleep and she'd had to wake him up. She didn't find him, the left side of the bed was empty with the exception of his wedding ring, a hastily written note that doesn't explain shit, and divorce papers with his signature already on it.

So needless to say, she's still really pissed off about that, and petty too (she renamed Quinn, Timm and Associates to LITERALLY Just Quinn and Associates!!) And she refuses to acknowledge her marriage with Timm (Penny keeps pestering her about it but Quinn just dodges the questions everytime)

And oh boy, Timm, HE REALLY MESSED UP, like yeah, you were miserable with your life as a lawyer and you didn't feel like your true self at all, but you couldn't have waited to get a divorce until Quinn woke up?? And blah blah blah, the events of Papa's Bakeria happen, Cecilia canonically gets the dance studio, leaving Timm to STILL work at the Bakeria (at least until he can actually get money, he left all of his to Quinn as compensation for literally abandoning her 😭😭)

ALSO ALSO!! Super funny little detail I wanted to mention, but when Quinn and Timm were announced as divorced, both of their respective families CELEBRATED (Quinn's parents had what was essentially a birthday party styled divorce celebration, complete with pinatas and goodie bags) (And Timm's family partied like there was no tomorrow) Quinn's family thought Timm was an idiot who wanted to marry Quinn to steal her money, and Timm's family thought Quinn was some mean and cruel woman who was going to isolate Timm away from them (You can tell how upset the families will be when Quimm gets back together 👀)

*DON'T REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION*

*NO RESUBIR SIN PERMISO*

*НЕ РЕПОСТИТЬ БЕЗ РАЗРЕШЕНИЯ*

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fookinavocadosman · 1 year

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episode 2: jealousy jealousy {HS}

y/n and harry grow closer after their second night but will something or someone completely derail their progress?

warnings: drama. literally this whole chapter is just drama.

word count: 3.3k

A few days have passed since Harry and I’s rule break and no one has found out. The day after it happened I was on edge all day waiting for Lana to call Harry and me out but instead, she called out Riley and Niall who just so happened to have been doing naughty stuff around the same time as us but they were more obvious about it getting caught.

Thank God we didn’t get caught though because Niall’s handjob and kiss cost the group $7000. Since then the rules have been broken more and more and the prize fund now stands at $82,000.

Liam got caught jacking off, Kate and Zayn had a make-out session, and lastly, Harry dared Louis and Niall to kiss losing us another 3k. In the past 5 days we have lost a total of $15,000, and some people aren’t too happy. And by some people, I mean Harry and I.

Harry and I have been really good about not breaking the rules. It’s been really fucking difficult but we haven’t broken the rules since that second night. Harry and I have also been getting closer to each other since we talked after that second night.

The light is bright as I wake up, my eyes fluttering open to see Harry already looking at me. At some point during the night I had turned around in his hold and my hands lay lightly on his naked chest right below his sparrow tattoos.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?” He asks me, his voice raspy from not being used. I hum stretching my legs slightly as I take in a deep breath, his scent engulfing me.

“Good, how about you?” He chuckles brushing the hair that fell in front of my face to behind my ear.

“Good, after I got everything under control.” He smirks at me and I feel a blush creep up on my cheeks burying my head into his chest.

“Sorry about that.” I mumble into his chest and he chuckles again his chest vibrating against my forehead.

“Nothing to be sorry about babe, I did it to myself.” His hand brushes up and down my arm and we lay in a comfortable silence until I lift my head looking up at him. I am about to say something but I peek my head up looking around to see everyone else in their own worlds and our microphones are on the table out of range to hear our conversation. I lean into Harry whispering.

“I really did enjoy last night but we need to be careful, we can’t be breaking any more rules.” I pull my head back to look at his reaction. He smiles at me nodding his head in agreement.

“Yeah, promise no more rule breaks.” He holds his pinky out to me and I smile wrapping my pinky around his. He kisses my forehead before getting out of bed and stretching.

“Time to seize the day my lady.” He smiles at me, leaving me alone in bed.

Today is going to be interesting. We have a workshop today and everyone has been wondering about what it’s based on since Lana announced it to us before we got ready this morning. When we are all finished getting ready we head down to the grassy area and see a woman in a blue jumpsuit waiting for us. There are platforms with what looks to be a thin mattress and ropes on top of it and everyone looks confused.

We all get in line to say hello to the woman and we learn her name is Nicole while she directs us to stand with our partners. I thankfully get placed with Harry while Louis and Ava get placed to the left of us and Zayn and Sage get placed to the right of us. The other pairs are Riley and Niall, and Liam and Kate. We all stand on the platforms as Nicole explains to us what we are doing today.

We are doing Shibari which she says is to improve intimacy and trust in relationships. Harry leans down picking up the rope, unraveling it, and playing with it. I observe his hands as he plays with the rope wrapping it around his hands before stopping and doing it all over again. I feel a tingle run through me as I watch him but I shake my head stopping the thoughts running through my mind.

I focus back on Nicole as she explains what she wants us to do. She wants someone to be the one being tied up and the other doing the tying. Harry looks at me asking which one I want to be but I shrug my shoulders.

“Uh, I’ll get tied up since I don’t know how to do any of the tying.” I tell him and he raises his eyebrow at me while nodding.

“You’ve never tied anyone up before?” He asks me and I shake my head.

“No I’ve been tied up once but that was about it.” I explain to him and he nods coming to stand in front of me.

“Alright, just let me know if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll stop.” He tells me looking at me with a serious look and I nod.

“Good. Now put your hands in front of you, wrists together.” He orders me and I obey immediately holding my wrists out to him. He skillfully wraps the rope around my wrists making sure that they aren’t too tight on me but also aren’t loose. He has me tug it a few times before smiling in satisfaction. He drops the rope and moves around behind me his chest pressing against my back.

“Back straight, chin up.” he whispers in my ear as he reaches around to my front pulling the ropes to my back. He takes the ropes bringing one side over the opposite shoulder making an x form across my chest with my hands being raised to sit right on my sternum. He walks back around admiring his work smirking when he makes eye contact with me.

“You’re breathing’s a bit heavy. You okay?” He teases me and I dry swallow nodding my head. “Yeah. Yup. Everythings a okay.” I say though it sounds like I’m trying to convince myself. I shuffle a bit on my feet as Harry continues to eye fuck me. He steps forward undoing the knots and freeing me letting me move my hands around a bit.

I look around seeing some being hog-tied, others are keeping it simple by just tying their partner’s hands in front of their body, and then we have Zayn and Sage who are fighting and wanting nothing to do with each other while Nicole tries to reason with them. Harry hands the ropes to me and I grab them nervously. He kneels looking up at me before smiling.

“Come on I’ll teach you.” He smiles motioning for me to kneel and I do so we're now on the same level. He instructs me on how to tie his wrists together correctly step by step. My eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as I bite my tongue while forming the knots. Every once in a while my eyes flit up to meet his as he talks, his voice deep and mellow causing a shiver to run through me each time. When I finally finish I observe my work smiling.

“I did it.” I smile up at him and he sends me a soft smile.

“You did.” He whispers. We observe each other sitting silently and taking in the moment before we’re snapped out of it by laughs. I look around to see Louis has hog-tied Ava and is holding her up by the ropes like a duffle bag. Everyone is laughing and I turn back to Harry seeing a dimple pop out.

“I didn’t know you had a dimple.” I say and he turns towards me smiling again.

“Uh yeah, it only pops out every once in a while.” He smiles at me the dimple still prominent. The workshop comes to a close and everyone seems to have had a good time, except for Zayn and Sage. We all do our own things for the rest of the day before getting ready for the night. Before we can settle in for the night we get told we have to meet at the cabana so everyone begrudgingly heads down. Lana dings once we all settle in and I let out a sigh.

“Hello.” She says and we all murmur our hellos before she continues.

“There was a breach of the rules and money has been deducted from the prize fund.” She announces and everyone groans.

“Who was it this time?” Kate asks everyone and we all look at each other not saying anything. I look at Harry worried that what we did has finally come out.

“You have lost $3,000. The prize fund now stands at $79,000.” Lana announces and I let out a sigh of relief knowing that we weren’t found out. Everyone starts pointing fingers and defending themselves but no one is admitting to anything. After no one admitting anything, Kate leaves the group heading back to the house.

We all sit in silence waiting for Lana to speak up but she doesn’t say anything more. I sigh getting up and leaving the cabana ready to go to bed. I change into comfy clothes and lay down closing my eyes to sleep. I stir slightly when Harry gets into bed but he quietly shushes me telling me to go back to sleep and I listen, escaping to my dreams.

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Today has been awful. Everyone has decided to have beef with someone today after last night’s announcement that two people broke the rules and I am getting annoyed.

Liam and Sage have been pointing the finger at me and Harry and have been trying to get everyone else to turn on us. At this point, I just want whoever it was to reveal themselves because I’m getting to the point where I will smack the next bitch that points a finger at me.

I head over to one of the chairs on the beach laying myself down to soak up the sun. I listen to the waves crash against the shore and take in the smell of the sea.

“Hey Y/N!” I hear someone yell and I lift my head seeing Ava and Riley coming toward me.

“Hey girls.” I smile at them and they sit down on the chairs next to me getting comfy.

“Who do you guys think broke the rules?” Riley speaks up after a while of silence and I sigh.

“I have no idea but I’m about ready to smack the next person that points their finger at me and Harry.” I tell them and they laugh.

“I mean Liam was acting really suspicious when it came out but I just can’t think of who he’d kiss.” Ava brings up and I shrug.

“It doesn’t matter the truth will come out soon.” I say and they hum in agreement. Throughout the day people bicker and argue while some relish in each other’s company. Eventually, Kate summons us all back to the cabana and once we're all gathered she speaks up.

“We need to find out who broke the rules once and for all.” And everyone stays quiet, clearly not wanting to be here.

“Come on the faster you admit it the faster we’re out of here.” She speaks up again and I let out a long sigh looking at Harry.

“Fine, we are going to ask Lana.” Kate says and everyone agrees.

“Lana.” Kate says making Lana ding.

“Lana, was it Harry and Y/N who broke the rules?” She asks and there’s a long pause before Lana speaks.

“Negative.” Harry and I nod our heads while everyone else cheers, glad that we weren’t the ones that broke the rules

“Lana, was it Riley and Niall.”

“Negative.”

“Wow, I’m shocked.” I tease Riley and Niall causing both of them to flip me off laughing. Kate goes through all the “couples” but when Lana replies negative to all of them we’re back at square one.

“For fucks sake who was it!” Harry yells out and Lana dings once more.

“The two that broke the rules were.” She pauses for suspense making everyone nervous.

“Liam and Sage.” She finally announces and the cabana breaks out into screams.

“You fucker!” Zayn yells at Liam about to lunge at him when Louis pulls him back.

“Oh come off of it Zayn! You made out with Kate! I was just getting back at you!” Sage puts Zayn in his place and he scoffs breaking out of Louis’s grip. He heads back inside and everyone is stunned into silence at the outburst. I lean closer to Harry before whispering.

“Well if they weren’t over before they definitely are now.” Harry chuckles nodding his head before standing up. He pulls me up before ducking down and wrapping his arms around my legs hoisting me over his shoulder. I dangle upside down making everyone laugh as I scream at him to put me down.

“Now if anyone would like to join us I’m going to the pool!” He announces picking up a light jog and I yell at him. He stops at the edge of the pool hoisting me into his arms and I shake my head at him.

“I swear to god if you throw me into that pool I’m ending everything.” I tell him and he smiles wide. More screams are heard distracting me as Ava is hoisted over Niall’s shoulder while everyone else is walking leisurely. I look back towards Harry who has a sick smirk on his face and I know exactly what he’s thinking.

“Harry no!” I scream as he throws me out of his arms my body colliding with the cool water of the pool. I push myself back up to the surface as another body is thrown next to me and I shake my head at Harry.

“That’s it we're over!” I yell at him and he pouts his lips at me.

“Don’t say that you’re going to break my heart.” He feigns being upset and I cross my arms not budging.

“Fuck you!” I yell over Ava and Niall’s bickering. I turn my back to him facing the ocean when I hear a splash and arms wrap around me from behind.

“I’m sorry baby. Please don’t end things.” He apologizes his voice serious and a smile breaks out across my face. He squeezes me harder when he sees the smile lining my face as he scoffs.

“Oh fuck you had me worried there for a minute.” He nuzzles his head into my neck nipping at me and I let out a yelp.

“Hey who’s that?” Liam yells and we turn around seeing a girl walking towards us. We get out of the pool and line up in a circle as the new girl comes towards us.

“Hey!” She yells and we all yell back. Liam goes up to greet her first, hugging her and she eventually makes her way toward us.

“Hey, I’m Brooke!” She says coming towards me and I wrap her in a hug.

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” I smile at her breaking the hug and she goes right on next to Harry.

“Hey.” She says eyeing him up and down and I cross my arms watching the interaction. She pulls Harry into a hug and he hugs her back as they murmur greetings. She eventually gets down the line before heading back to stand in front of everyone.

“So what do you know about this?” Liam speaks up to her and she shrugs her shoulders.

“I don’t really know anything.” She answers and everyone looks at each other shocked but also trying not to laugh.

“Uh well, we have some rules to tell you.” Kate tells her and she nods.

“First no kissing, no sexual touching, and no masturbation.” Kate says and Brooke’s jaw drops.

“Oh what the fuck.” she says and we all laugh. Harry pulls me closer to him as I observe her.

“The jealousy is radiating off you love.” He whispers in my ear and I scoff.

“Fuck off I’m not jealous.” I mumble and he laughs.

“Sure you aren’t.” He retaliates and I pull myself away from him.

“I am not.” I keep defending myself but he doesn’t believe me.

“We’ll see about that.” He remarks and I look at him but his attention is no longer focused on me, it’s on Brooke. We all eventually break away to get ready for the night party we were told was happening and I dress simply in a black bralette and black jean shorts.

We all have a couple of drinks down at the beach socializing with Brooke. Her attention is focused on Harry for most of the night and he’s keeping his on her. If Harry wanted a rise out of me well he’s going to get one because I am pissed. He hasn’t been near me all night and I’m suffering.

Eventually, the music playing turns sexual and people start grinding on each other, I’m left swaying my hips until someone comes up behind me placing their hands on my hips. I tilt my head up seeing Zayn and he asks me if what he’s doing is alright. I nod my head and continue the motion of my hips giving in to the music. I’m so caught up in the way we're moving that I fail to notice how Harry stares daggers at me.

When I finally catch his eyes I smirk turning up the movement of my hips and trailing my hand up to grasp Zayn’s hair. I see him clench his jaw and I continue my teasing moves. Two can play this game. As the night winds down and everyone is ready for bed we disperse to the dressing room to get ready. I change into a blue baby doll dress with matching panties.

I make my way to the bedroom ready to climb into bed with Harry but stop when I see another body laying next to him. Fucking Brooke. I let out a huff as I survey the room seeing an available spot next to Zayn. I smirk knowing exactly what to do. I walk over to his bed and he smiles seeing me.

“Hey, can I join you tonight?” I ask him flipping my hair over my shoulder and he smirks.

“Of course, you can.” He pats the free space next to him and I climb under the covers keeping a smile on my face.

“Thanks for letting me in.” I say and he smiles shaking his head.

“No problem at all.” I lay my head down sneaking a glance at Harry who I can tell is trying his absolute hardest not to burst at the seams.

“Trouble in paradise?” Zayn asks me turning my attention towards him and I shrug my shoulders.

“Nah why do you think that?” I ask him and he chuckles.

“Well for one you’re in my bed tonight and you and Harry have barely left each other’s sides since the beginning.” He explains and I sigh.

“He’s doing this to prove a point but I won’t give in to him that easily.” I tell Zayn and he nods.

“Well, I am more than happy to help you win whatever war you two have decided to embark upon.” He smiles at me and I smile back.

“Thanks.” I mumble and he shakes it off. “Now are you ready to make him want to murder me.” He smirks and I nod.

“You betcha.” I agree and Zayn reaches his arm out pulling me to his chest. I get comfortable and Zayn laughs lightly making me laugh.

“He looks like he’s about to jump out of that bed and kill me.” Zayn whispers and I giggle glancing at Harry.

“This is going to be fun.” I mumble and I hear Zayn agree.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

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eddiemadmunson · 1 year

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Merry Christmas

I wrote this drabble as a Christmas gift for my dearest bestie @hamatoanne 💕💕 Merry Christmas sweet girl 💕🎄✨ I love you and wish you all the best 🎁 It can be read as a continuation of this story

Paring: Aemond x reader Warning: none, it’s a pure fluff A/N: English is not my first language.

You sighed and looked out of the window, it was another sunny and hot day in Rio de Janeiro and all you ever wanted was to wake up the next day to a freezing day. You wanted to experience a white Christmas with a lot of snow like you have seen in the movies. But you knew that it was impossible, it was summer season in Brazil and the weather was hot as fuck. You were literally melting here, cooling yourself down with a fan. There was zero chance that it will start snowing tomorrow. Few hours later you went to bed and looked at the sky and you saw a falling star, you quickly made a silly wish and turned off your bed light and closed your eyes, slowly falling asleep. “Aemond, baby, what are you doing here so early in the morning?” you yawned when your boyfriend Aemond knocked on your door at 5:30 in the fucking morning. “I am so sorry to wake you up like this, kitten. But I have a surprise for you,” he said excitedly. You would normally feel excited about surprises, but you were still half asleep so you only nodded and grabbed his jacket, intending to pull him inside and continue sleeping, cuddled to his lean body. “No, really, Y/N, wait. Go and pack your suitcase, we are going on holiday,” he announced and you finally woke up. “What are you talking about, Aemond? What vacation? Why should I pack for vacation in 5:30 in the morning?” you were getting more and more confused. “Look at me kitten,” he said firmly and took your hands in his. “Do you trust me?” he asked gently. “With my life,” you answered without hesitation. “So trust me in this. Go and pack few things you need for 4 days. Pack lightly, you won’t need much clothes where we are going,” he said mysteriously and you sighed but you turned around and took your suitcase from under your bed and started packing. It took you an hour when you were finally ready to go. “You packed much faster than I expected,” he smiled at you and softly pecked your lips. “We will be at the airport early and you can get your cup of coffee. I know that you would be super grumpy without it,” he chuckled and ruffed your hair playfully. “Airport, did you say airport? Where are we going, Aemond?” you demanded, finally getting curious about the destination of this madness. “Oops, did I reveal too much?” he chuckled and gently pushed you towards his car. He opened the trunk to place your suitcase there and you noticed that he had 3 big suitcases there. “Are you kidding me? You told me to pack lightly and you obviously has your whole wardrobe there,” you snorted and he smiled at you innocently. “You will be happy that I packed all of this, you will see babe,” he said mysteriously and you were getting more and more confused. The whole ride to the airport was a blur in your memories. You kept asking him where are you going and he were kept his mouth shut. He even blindfolded you at the airport and gave you his headphones, so you had no idea where is your plane heading. You were so excited that you kept asking Aemond if you are already there, just like the Donkey asked Shrek and Fiona when they will arrive to Fiona’s parents’ castle. He didn’t seem annoyed at all. But the flight was really long and you fell asleep after 2 hours of constant asking. You finally landed after 11 hours and you felt like you want to kiss the ground when you finally stepped out of the plane. Aemond immediately opened the first of his suitcases and gave you pair of jeans and fluffy hoodie and very warmed looking jacket. “What is this, you asked him in confusion,” but you already started shivering because it was really cold. “Welcome to Switzerland, my dear love,” Aemond chuckled and you opened your mouth in shock. “What did you say?” “I know how much you wanted white Christmas and to see a snow for the first time, so this is my Christmas present for you, four days here in the mountains,” he chuckled. The bus that transported you from the plane to the main hall left and you slowly turned around and noticed the snow covered land. “You don’t like it,” Aemond hesitated when he saw the tears in your eyes. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist, earning some harsh glares from the older ladies in the lobby. “You took me to snow land!! You made my biggest dream come true. I love you so much Aemond Targaryen!!” you shouted, kissing him all over his face. He was chuckling, loving how your eyes sparkle with joy. “Anything for my girl,” he kissed you slowly. Aemond bought a room in a private cottage in a really small and cute village. It was perfect. There was so much snow and when the sun started shining on the iced surface it almost made you blind. You lived there with only 4 other guests. One of them was a Swiss family with two little kids. The boy seemed to be infatuated with Aemond. He obviously thought that Aemond is pirate and kept asking him where he left his boat an parrot. He showed him a picture with giant Ara parrot from his work and that boy looked so excited that he asked why Aemond doesn’t have a hook. His mother apologized about him and dragged him away from your boyfriend, giving you two some privacy. You loved the snow, but the cold weather was killing you. Aemond was laughing at you, when you left your room with 3undershirts, 2 sweaters and oversized winter coat, your head almost hidden under a fluffy hat. And still you were shivering with cold. But you enjoyed it anyway. You tried skiing and snowboarding, but after you fell on the wet ground for the 10th time, you gave up and rather borrowed a sledge. It took some time to convince Aemond to go with you, but when you were rushing down the hill you could hear him laughing happily behind you. He tossed you into the snow under the hill and you two made perfect snow angels. You took a picture of them and sent it to your mum. The next day you woke up earlier than Aemond which was very rare, he was usually awake around 6AM and went for his morning jog. You quietly dressed up and slipped out of the room. The owner of the cottage liked you so much that he let you decorate the giant Christmas tree in the hall. You enjoyed it so much, humming Christmas carols and eating Christmas cookies. When you were finished you found out, that Aemond is still sleeping. You giggled and knocked loudly on the door and started singing.

ELSA!! Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on, let's go and play! I never see you anymore Come out the door It's like you've gone away We used to be best buddies And now we're not I wish you would tell me why Do you wanna build a snowman?

“I am coming, Anne,” Aemond chuckled and finally got off the bed. He was sleeping only in his boxers which was something you appreciated because it was panty dropping sight but you didn’t understand it because you wore a fluffy pajamas and you still felt so cold. Aemond was complaining that you kept sticking your cold feet against his warm legs the whole night. “Let’s built the best snowman in the whole world,” he kissed the top of your head and you wrapped your hands around him. ”You are so warm,” you snuggled closer to him and sighed happily. "Or we can stay here for a while,” Aemond suggested seductively and you felt that he gets really excited about that idea. “Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Targayen?” you smirked as he gently pushed you towards the giant bed. “Always, my sexy lady,” he chuckled and tossed you on the bed. You spent the whole morning in the bed, Aemond made you see stars at least five times, making you so exhausted that you ordered lunch to your room and ate it in bed. In the afternoon you got dressed and finally built the best snowman. At least it was the best snowman in your eyes. You gave him an eye patch and found a crooked twig, announcing that it’s a hook. Aemond tossed you into a snow as a punishment making you giggle happily. When you came back to the cabin, he ordered a hot chocolate for you two and you spent the whole evening cuddling in front of the fireplace and talking about everything. You were sad that you had to go back home after the four amazing days, you really enjoyed every single minute of your stay but you had to go home, your mum would never forgive you if you won’t celebrate Christmas with them. And truth to be told you missed the warm Brazilian weather. You loved snow, but it was too cold for your liking. And Aemond had to go back to his animal clinic. He tried to convince you that he is OK with the fact that he left his nephew Lucerys in charge of the clinic but you knew him very well, he was nervous if everything was all right. Aemond was perfectionist and Lucerys was hotheaded young man. They always argued about everything. “Next time when I will kidnap you to Europe, we will go at summer, so you won’t shake like a leaf all the time,” Aemond teased you, when you were flying back home. “There will be a next time?” you asked him excitedly. “Of course, my love. The world is a big place and we need to see as much of it as possible,” he kissed you lovingly, holding your hand in his much bigger one for the rest of the flight, watching your sleeping face with love and adoration.

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toomuchracket · 11 months

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what about the first actual date with flatmate!matty after you guys got together? is it sweet? loads of nerves??

(also nobody asked but my coffee machine jammed and im p angry rn)

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(i am so sorry about the coffee machine. frankly if mine broke i would break too)

the first actual date is SO SWEET. regardless of the fact you guys are Confirmed In Love and you've essentially been going on dates for years already at this point, matty is so so nervous to actually ask you to go on one with him; i think he asks you the day after condom-gate, while you're both making dinner, like gets all bashful and just blurts out "heydoyouwanttogoonadatewithmetomorrow". and you're like "hmm?" and matty takes a deep breath and says "do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow? i was thinking we could go for brunch at that cafe. the one with the pancakes. i know they're your favourite", and you just grin and kiss him softly (he goes all gooey and blushy) and say "i would love to go on a date with you tomorrow. thank you for asking" and then you guys make out for a minute before you're interrupted by the pasta boiling over and making a mess lmao. and i think you definitely turn the flirting up a little bit that evening, just because you find it so cute how flustered matty is about this little date - after dinner and some snuggling, you announce that you're "gonna have a shower, and i might be in there for some time". and matty immediately goes "baby, you don't need to get yourself off in the shower anymore, you have me ;))", to which you giggle but roll your eyes and say "nooooooo, i'm going for an Everything Shower. what if i get lucky on my date tomorrow? i need to be prepared" and wink and walk off to the bathroom, leaving matty blushing and grinning to himself like the little lovesick fool he is.

you guys get ready separately the next morning (that is, after you've spent like an hour making out and grinding in matty's bed, which you're now sleeping in) to make the date seem more official, and you both wear like slightly nicer versions of casual outfits and make sure your hair looks presentable - you're making an effort! and when you're ready, you meet matty in the hallway; he immediately tells you you look beautiful and presents you with flowers (you have absolutely no idea how or when he got them, but you don't question it, you just appreciate), you return the compliment (he blushes again) and then you're on your way. it's so lovely walking hand-in-hand with your boyfriend (!!), talking about anything and everything, and that continues in the cafe too. you both get pancakes, but different toppings, and when matty asks you if yours are nice you literally feed him a little bit from your fork, which makes you both giggle stupidly. there's even a teeny bit of pda - you get a bit of chocolate on your lip, and after matty points it out he leans over and quickly kisses it off, which makes YOU blush this time and makes him grin. matty pays - he's like "chivalry is alive and kicking and i need to do my bit. sorry babe but i literally will not argue with you on this", and you sigh and say "well, i'll get the bill next time then", and matty makes a silly little joke like "fuck yeah i'm getting a second date", to which you're like "oh, you're getting far more than just one other date. you're stuck with me now, healy", and matty honest to god nearly cries before you exchange i love you's and have another sneaky little kiss. then he's all funny like "can i walk you home?", and you're like "i mean yes but we do need to go to tesco first, darlin', we're out of milk lol". but even that ends up being romantic - you pick out ingredients for a nice meal and get a good bottle of wine, and the date continues that night in the flat, with a romantic dinner/movie night under a pillow fort in the living room. and then yeah, because it's you two and you have a lot of catching up to do, you end up "making love" (matty's words, not yours) in said pillow fort - matty's like "not to be dramatic but this is the best day of my life like do you know how long i've wanted to not only take you on a date but also have sex with you in a fort like this", and you're like "well thank god i had that shower last night and shaved lol", and then it's just a lot of giggling and more sexy stuff happening before you go to sleep in each other's arms <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #flatmate!matty

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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Hey Goldy

Hope u are doing good cos i am not atall. When JK said Be happy even without us and cried on Live. He Literally cried infront of millions of people. Why did it felt like a Good Bye ? My heart is broken. I am sad. I have never thought about being happy without BTS in my life. I know this day will come when Army will have to learn to live and be happy without BTS but not now not anytime soon. I am not ready but what JK did in that Live has left sadness in my heart. I am happy about Set me free pt 2 teaser and been streaming it. Its going to be Legendry. I am excited for Jimin album but my damn mind keeps thinking of JK and his face with tears rolling down is bothering me. I dont know whats going on with him but i am praying to God that it was just Alcohol and nothing more.

I was bopping my head and sobbing along till I read goodbye

Ma'am step away from the light I will not lose you

Saying goodbye to WHOMST???

Not me cos he and I are not done

We have JJK1 to promote, stream and get to number one.

Goodbye, chileee I will move into his basement and ship him from there. now both he and I are uncomfortable staring at eachother cos my fat ass didn't fit under his bed.

Jungkook is not going anywhere hajima😫

Like you said, he switched on live television to cry in front of millions of people. If he had somewhere else to go with his angsty ass he wouldn't be here doing al that 🥴

Imagine being his 'girlfriend' and seeing him shed tears and cry himself to sleep drunk in front of million strangers when he could have come to you and cried and be vulnerable with you so you console him

When I think about all the times Jimin said I was talking with Jungkook, caressing our phones, crying, talking about how I want to be with the members for a very long time- these people have girlfriends my ass

Tae can't relate

I was expecting this around covid and around the time they announced their Solo careers. Seems he didn't give himself time to take it all in and deal and now it's hitting him hard🥴

I think it's good he is processing pent up emotions and externalizing certain thoughts. There are so many things I want to address from that video but will save it for another blog.

He is at the height of his career and he knows it. He's gonna process that somehow, the doubt the uncertainty, the fear, I just hope it doesn't paralyze him. Suga went through a similar phase as did Namjoon. Every artist goes through this.

People think it's easy to step out of the shadows of a big band as BTS and just catapult into the lime light- they should as Zayne Malik💀

As RM said, it's just too many voices telling you you are no good without your bandmates, too many people tearing your self Esteem apart, telling you you will fail, suddenly you are doubting if that song you made is good, wondering if you will become successful etc

For Jungkook I heard him saying all these, raising all these questions and curiosity about a solo career even before they announced it. I don't think it's easy for him. There's a lot of expectations and pressure to excel. Poor thing.

I really wish Jimin was free and had time to cuddle him. He just needs to be spooned. He will be fine 🙂

I think sometimes they don't realize the effect their tears have on us. Especially when they're crying and being sentimental and ominous about your career😫

I don't think it's just the alcohol. There's something going on with him. But i think he will be fine. the fact Namjoon told him to be quick and release his album means he has something in the works which is good. I don't want to analyze him too much cos it will take me away from Jimin.

We love him and I'm sure he feels the love.

The best we can do is support him and assure him we will be here for him whenever he needs us.

I feel Jimin is competing with a lot of people for army's attention. I love the competition but it's becoming ridiculous.

Let's stay focused. Let's learn to prioritize.

When we are done with Face, we have all the time in the world to discuss Jungkook's moody phase.

I want to hug you and tell you everything will be fine

Here's something to cheer you up

youtube

If that don't do it try this🥵

youtube

In a few days he's gonna be dropping an MV that's gonna keep all the girlies active 🥺

That still doesn't cheer you up? Crazy😩

Fine. I'll post a full analysis soon😓

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jasonsmirrorball · 6 months

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the jason dad post 😵‍💫❤️‍🩹 you said that’s not nearly as many things as you want to say, i’m coming to you as an AVID dad!jason lover, please pretty please spill literally any and everything you have to say about that topic (if you’re up to it ofc) i’ve got the worst dad!jason brainrot he’s killing meeeeee

cw: pregnancy, children

thank u for indulging me and i am so sorry this is about to be soo incoherent because i'm so all over the place.

i think that if you have an overbearing family (who probably mean well but just don't understand that sometimes you need a bit of space) he is so your guy. he knows about families who are SO nosy like on a fucked up level. his brother probably has a whole profile on you. overbearing aunties are a breeze.

they throw you guys a baby shower and if you start crying in the car because you feel overwhelmed he's rounding the driveway to help you calm down. wipes your tears and asks you what you wanna do in his steadiest voice and you know he's going to back you up no matter what. has a hand on your back the entire time if you decide to go in and coordinates all communication with the seriousness of like his high level stakeouts.

uhhh uhhh i think jason and dick's relationship grows stronger as a result of this. like. that's his older brother. and he tells him because this is special and precious part of his life and he says it very solemnly and awkwardly when they meet up, and tries not to show how important it is to him that dick is part of it. tries not to show his brother that he feels this deeply about him being part of it. but he's still his younger brother and he's still gonna look up to him and want his approval. and dick is so. over the moon.

i think each of the family contribute in their own way but. i like to imagine damian, curious and a little awkward, helping to paint the nursery. he drops in randomly after school and the first time is a little sudden and you're not expecting him but you can't turn him away. he sits in silence for a little and then offers his own stiff little congratulations even though he'd already told you back when you and jason had announced it in front of the family.

it's so endearing and you ask him if he wants to see the nursery and he follows you through the house to the room where you and jason have planned to decorate for the baby. the entire time he doesn't take his eyes off you just in case, like he's got to take care of you in jason's absence. takes the role of soon to be uncle sooo seriously. you ask him if he would consider painting you something for the nursery and i think he takes it SO seriously.

jason goes out and buys a notebook once he's processed the news that you're going to be parents. it might be that day, it might be a week later. but i think he's the kind of dad who writes letters as your baby grows up. 'today we found out we were going to have you..' type thing and it's just so. heartfelt. and human. i don't think he even knows if the baby will ever see these, but he details how scared he feels and you can just read how much love he has already for you and the baby. he's a boy trying to do his best.

this is once again me projecting but. imagine the baby books. i love the idea of the nursery and picking out the books you're going to fill the shelf with. and as the baby grows you add more and more. fairytales and science and fiction and fantasy etc etc. jason reads to you when you can't sleep during the pregnancy

you fall asleep in the nursery one night, the both of you, and maybe a few years later, you unknowingly recreate it when the baby/small person has a nightmare and you and jason end up squished together on the bed with your world between the both of you. a tiny hand on your cheek and the other on their dad's shirt.

i was talking about this with keke (eurydizzy) beloved but i think the baby picks up on jason always calling you baby or a pet name and starts calling everyone that. they're tucked in his arms after a visit to uncle dick's and their little hand is smacking against their mouth in a clumsy blown kiss and you hear a tiny voice say 'bye baby!' to dick. (you guys end up staying another hour)

jason buys a camera and ends up documenting almost everything he can but. so do you. there are home videos on home videos on home videos. that's your world, why wouldn't you want to preserve it!!

another thing keke and i were talking about was the inner child wounds you guys would inadvertently heal. it makes me so emotional. you guys aren't perfect but. by god that baby is so loved. never once ignored, never dismissed. you treat them so seriously, and listen to everything they have to say.

anyway i am so emotional and have severe baby fever. i saw a mother and her baby on the bus the other day and almost started crying because they were so cute

#love letters 💌#jay my heart #dad!jason #loverboy 💌

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project update/where i've been/other stuff

Hey everyone! I know it's been a loooooooong time since I posted anything or gave any updates, but since I just updated the demo with some bug fixes--you can go here or to the pinned post on my page to download the new patch if you want to take the demo out for another spin--, I figured it was as good a time as any to talk about what's been going on.

This is probably going to turn into a long post, so if you don't want to read all of that, here's the tl;dr: Bloodbound: The Siege is still underway, I just was going through a really difficult period. Thank you all for your support of me and your continued enthusiasm for this project. It doesn't go unnoticed, and I'm really thankful for it.

Where I've Been

You know how sometimes someone will take forever to post an update to their fic and then the author's note will be like hey, sorry it took me so long to upload a new chapter, I was kidnapped? This is nothing like that. It's a lot less juicy, but I figured I'd still talk about it.

When I first started working on this visual novel, I was doing some freelance social media work, living with my family, and had a ton of free time on my hands. I would literally wake up every day and sit at my desk for 9+ hours a day, working on this project, making music, or writing screenplays.

At the end of last summer, I moved across the country, started grad school, and started working a pretty demanding job to support myself. It was also the first time since 2020 that I was doing any kind of significant socializing, and I was still working on this project, along with my other endeavors.

I felt like I was killing it. It didn't matter that wasn't getting a lot of sleep or really taking care of myself. I was somehow doing everything I wanted to do and needed to do.

And then...it caught up with me, right around when I released the demo for BBTS. I was having panic attacks at work, barely making deadlines for school, and it would take me half the day to work up the energy to get out of bed. It felt like I could do was sit in my room, watch Netflix, and doomscroll. Everything else was left to the wayside. Even though I was able to finish out my spring semester with good grades and left my job on good terms, I was hanging by the skin of my teeth. I also had some really messy stuff going on in my personal life that exacerbated these issues.

I had to spend this summer trying to rebuild myself and find a balance again. I'm in a much better place now--I started working out, which has been great for my anxiety, I quit vaping, I'm starting to be more conscious about what I put in my body and how it affects me, but I had to prioritize myself and my well being in order to get to this place.

As a side note, the experience of announcing this project and releasing this demo has been...strange. I put a lot of work into this project, from teaching myself how to code to writing the story, and this is the most visible thing I've ever put out. I was hoping maybe fifty people would play this demo and be like cool, but it's a much higher number, and a lot more feedback.

And that's both really cool and really scary. Cool because it's awesome that people appreciate something I created. Scary because now I want to make it good. I don't want to disappoint you all.

A Brief Tangent On How People Interact With Fandom Creators Sometimes

Even though I'm not always super active/interactive on here, I really enjoy getting asks about the project, whether it's hype, an inquiry, or feedback. Even if it's negative feedback, I know that it's coming from a good place. I also am really appreciative of messages that are either letting me know about bugs, or expressing any concerns about the story I am planning to tell. I don't take those kinds of things personally at all.

But I have noticed--and this is not just exclusive to the Choices fandom--that sometimes, people will interact with fic writers, fan devs, or really anyone that makes any kind of ContentTM in a way that isn't any of the aforementioned things I described above. Sometimes, the way that people interact with me--or other creators--is demanding, passive aggressive, or outright hostile. Other times, it may be well-intentioned, but it still feels like it's crossing some boundaries.

I'm extremely thankful to everyone who has reached out to check on me, but there's a huge difference between doing that and accusing me of abandoning this project and framing it as a deep moral failing on my part. I know I'm not the only person in this fandom that's experienced this. It really doesn't feel good, and it isn't helpful. Even if I had just decided I was no longer feeling BBTS and decided to dip, that isn't okay.

I additionally ask that in the event of another pause in posting on this project, people not reach out to me on my personal tumblr to ask about the status of this project, or to tell me to check my DMs or inbox on this page, or anything of that sort. To my recollection, I have never posted the URL my personal tumblr on this page. Like I said before, I'm appreciative of the fact that people are passionate about this project, but it's important to me to be able to keep this space and that space separate from one another.

I would absolutely understand any of this kind of behavior if there was money involved. If I had investors to answer to, or people pre-ordered the completed game from me and paid up front, people would absolutely be within their right to be frustrated with the radio silence that's been coming from my end and reach out to ask about the status of the game, or even be upset with me. But that isn't what's happening here.

This project is supposed to be fun. There's something really liberating about the fact that I can't ever monetize this or put it into a portfolio. It means it's for me and for you. We're all just supposed to be here because we like being here.

But part of the reason why the burnout and the anxiety I was experiencing spilled over into this project was because of these more pushy interactions. It made me feel like I was letting people down, or like the stakes of this were higher than they actually are.

I don't want to sound ungrateful, or like a diva. Like I said, I'm really appreciative of the reception of this project, and I'm grateful for any and all feedback, inquiries, or curiosities. But I just ask that everyone be respectful, and I don't think that's an unreasonable request. We'll all have a good time--both here and in the larger Choices fandom--if we're kind to one another, and if we're respectful of each other's boundaries.

Is Bloodbound: The Siege Still Happening?

Bloodbound: The Siege is still happening, but it is not going to be coming out this year, unless I somehow gain the ability to freeze time. Most of the sprite work is done--though I might do another round of retrofitting sprites into their respective dialogue boxes because I'm a glutton for punishment--and I'm pretty close to completing the more detailed outline of this story.

While I'm not ready to do this yet, it is extremely likely that by the end of the year, I'll start seeking out additional help for this project, mostly with programming. There will be a more detailed post about that when the time comes.

Until then, it's good to be back. Catch you on the flipside.

#bloodbound #bloodbound the siege #bbts #playchoices #choices stories you play #update #text

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