#Like hello perfect husband material

[oaks0-0]

Will is such a great husband it's genuinely crazy the slander he can get, my man busted his ass for his wife his kids his wife's friends kids like??? How anyone could mistake him for controlling when he literally quit his job so JJ could continue hers???? That's actually crazy brotherr. He's actually so perfect I would take a bullet for that man and then some like I love him??? He's so silly/vpos

You can ship JJ with whoever you want but I will not accept Will LaMontagne slander. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, he was a perfect husband all throughout his and JJ’s marriage.

He moved from New Orleans where his family’s legacy lay to be with JJ in D.C. He accepted all of the late nights with grace and he never once held it against JJ when she had to leave all of a sudden to go on a case. He bandaged her up and comforted her when she got back and supported the fact that she wanted to carry on working at the BAU despite the danger it posed to her.

He also accepted JJ’s work family as part of his own family. He sat with Rossi in the hospital after the car crash with Mr Scratch. He let Reid be the godfather to both of his sons. He looked after Jack when Hotch got arrested, even staying at Quantico for the entire day to take care of Jack whilst the team were out. He showed up to all of the BAU events and got along with everyone. He was even willing to have his wedding in the back garden of JJ’s colleague, only surrounded by JJ’s other colleagues and no one else.

Marriage is about sacrifices and he was always willing to make them, that man existed for JJ and their sons. You can ship JJ with someone else without lying and saying that he was a bad husband because I would normally never praise a man for simply being a good spouse but he was perfect.

[thinkingofausername]

once again thinking of the priviledge i'd feel if i was dating jason mf todd. an actual beafcake, a big and warm and strong powerhouse of a man with skills beyond comprehension who ALSO manages to be very intelligent AND kind and caring and protective AND loyal AND a bookworm AND funny AND in touch with his emotions. like jesus christ how tf is he not regarded as perfect boyfriend/husband material like hello?? the sweetest kid ever goes through pounds of shit and trauma and he doesn't become bitter but instead remains altruistic?? i will never be normal about him

[corroded-hellfire]

More Munson Than Expected - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Written with my beloved @munson-blurbs 💜

Summary: The ultrasound for your second pregnancy brings a new wave of excitement to the Munson household.

Note: The excitement I have to let this secret out of the bag after cooking it up for over a year is real. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: pregnant!reader

Words: 4.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Eddie, you didn’t have to come with me,” you remind him again as he pulls up a chair next to the examination table he just helped you get situated on.

Your husband gives you a disapproving look as he makes himself comfortable in the seat. He shakes his head as he reaches out and takes one of your hands in his.

“Did you really think I was going to miss this?” he asks. “No way. I was there for Eliza’s first ultrasound, I’m going to be there for this one’s too.”

“What about the boys?”

Eddie sighs. “I was there for Ryan’s. But I wasn’t aware of when Luke’s was, so I missed it. Don’t tell him.”

“I won’t,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “He would know it wasn’t your fault, though.”

“You keep your mouth shut too, hmm?” Eddie leans over and presses a kiss to your emerging bump. 

“I don’t know if he or she developed a mouth yet,” you say, the sanitary paper crinkling beneath you as you try to get comfortable. 

“Not gonna find out if you’re a he or she,” Eddie continues talking to his developing child. He reaches out and rubs a hand over your stomach. “Wanna see you, though. And make sure you’re healthy.”

The door to the examination room swings open, bringing with it the distinct smell of antiseptic. The ultrasound technician walks in and closes the door behind her.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Munson,” she greets with a smile. “My name is Tara and I��ll be doing your ultrasound today. The doctor tells me that you don’t want to know the sex. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” you respond with a nod. “We want this one to be a surprise.”

“That is no problem. Let me just set up here and we’ll get started.”

While she gets to work, Eddie helps you as you attempt to tug your shirt up enough to avoid the cold and sticky goo that will inevitably be squirted on your stomach for the ultrasound. You’re able to tuck it into the underwire of your bra just to be sure that it won’t slide back down and get all messy. 

One of the sleeves of Eddie’s jumpsuit falls down and he shoves it back up past his elbow. You take in the navy material, your eye tracing over his name sewn on in red thread over his heart. 

“What time are they expecting you back at work?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “They know where I’m at. They know it might be a little while.” 

“Alright, are we ready?” Tara asks.

“Yep.” You offer your hand to Eddie again and he laces his ringed fingers with yours. 

Tara picks up the bottle of the dreaded goo and squirts a healthy amount on your abdomen. The chill against your skin sends a shiver throughout your body. At least the wand should warm it up as the tech spreads the substance around to get the best view of the baby. 

To you and your husband it feels like you’re just looking at a black screen with wavy white lines on it. Somehow, everything seems to make sense to Tara as she positions the wand on different parts of your stomach. 

“Oh,” she says at one point, stilling the instrument against your skin. “Here we go.”

A soft but steady thump thump thump fills the air of examination room 5. Tears immediately well up in your eyes. You look at Eddie to see him grinning from ear to ear. 

With the slightest movement of the wand sliding against the goo, you hear thump thump thump thump thump thump.

“Oh wow,” you say through a sniffle. “You can hear it even better now.”

“Sounds strong,” Eddie adds. 

“Actually…” Tara trails off.

“What?” Eddie asks. You feel his hand tighten in your grip. “It’s…not strong?”

“Oh, no, no, it’s very strong. It sounds perfect to me. But I want you to listen.” There are a few moments of silence as the three of you listen to the heartbeat. 

“It sounds fast,” you say.

“It does,” Tara agrees. “But if you listen, you can hear some of the beats overlapping one another.”

She leans in towards the screen and moves the wand again, just slightly. A smile grows on her face as she spots something in the mess of gray shapes on the machine. “Hear it?” she asks.

“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie says. “What does that mean?”

“Well, if you look here,” she replies, pointing towards what looks like a small blob, “that’s your baby.”

Pure glee radiates throughout your entire being. It’s your first glimpse at your and Eddie’s new baby. Another life that the two of you created together. You share a quick loving look with your husband before you both become engrossed in the image on the screen again.

“And here…” Tara says, sliding her finger slightly to the right, “is your other baby.”

The room goes silent save for the sound of the heartbeat. Or rather, heartbeats. Though your ears heard the words, your brain is still processing what they mean. It’s clearly the same with Eddie, as he stares at Tara just like you are.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie finally says. He chuckles and licks over his lips. “Did you say, ‘other baby’?”

“I did, indeed.” Tara taps a few keys on the machine, and it looks like it takes a screenshot. “There are two babies here. Two distinct heartbeats and two little nuggets showing off to the camera.”

“Twins.” The word comes out of you as a whispered breath. “We’re having twins.”

“Not just Baby Munson #4,” Eddie adds in a voice as awed as yours. “Baby Munson #5, too.”

“And they both appear to be developing well,” Tara says. 

Eddie laughs. “No. No, we, uh, we’re not having twins.” He looks down at you, then back at Tara. “We decided we’re just having one more. I’m already forty-one, so just the one newborn is already pushing it.”

Tara grins, clearly used to this kind of reaction. “Well, you’d better rest up. Because you’ll be a father to two new little ones in a few months.”

Eddie grabs your hand, still stunned by the news. You can’t say you’re faring much better, although it does explain why this pregnancy has been so much more intense than when you were expecting Eliza. Part of you feels relieved that it wasn’t all in your head. But another part…

“Twins.” The word leaves your lips in an exhale. “We’re…babe, we’re gonna have five kids. We’re gonna be a family of seven.”

A clammy hand squeezes yours, and you glance up to see Eddie visibly trembling. “How am I gonna raise five kids?” He murmurs. “That’s one more than Harrington, and that dude was pretty much born to be a dad.”

Tara’s brows furrow as she cleans off your belly. “I’ll, um, leave you two to discuss.” She starts for the door, then turns around. “Take all the time you need.”

As soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie starts pacing around the tiny exam room. “Okay, okay. We’re having two babies. At the same time.”

“Yes, that’s generally what happens with twins.”

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. “I could do without your sarcasm right now, Sweetheart. I just found out that I’m about to out-kid Steve Harrington.”

“Out-kid?” You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a laugh. 

Eddie doesn’t pick up on your joking tone. “Yes! He has four, and I’ll have five. Five!” He rakes a hand through his hair. “I was barely keeping two alive before you came along, and now I’m gonna be responsible for five?!”

“First of all,” you say, pushing yourself up, “you were an amazing dad before we got together. Even before I started watching the boys, when you were basically doing it on your own. Give yourself some credit. Second, Ryan will be going to college soon enough, so we’ll only have four kids in the house.”

Your attempt at consoling your husband falls flat. “Oh my god, I’m gonna have infants while my oldest is gonna be in college! I’m supposed to be slowing down, not re-babyproofing the house!” He buries his head in his hands. “What were we thinking? And why do you always have to look so hot? I wouldn’t be tempted to jump your bones all the time if you weren’t so goddamn sexy.”

You sigh. “I mean, you’re the one who’s always telling me you want to ‘pump me full of your babies.’ Guess now you really did it.”

“Holy shit.” Eddie runs his hands down his face and takes a deep breath. He stands in the same spot, staring at you for a few silent moments before a smile begins to crack through his fog. “Holy shit.”

“Calming down now?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “Or realizing I’m the one who has to push two of them out of my body?”

Eddie ambles over to you on the examining table and rests his forehead against yours. His shoulders have gone down to their usual height again, no longer bunched up around his ears with tension. 

“Okay, I had my mini freak out,” he says softly, reaching up to tug the hem of your shirt down back over your bump. “You may have yours.”

With a low chuckle, you reach up and cup your husband’s face in your hands. 

“I still don’t think it’s hit me yet,” you admit. “Or maybe trying to logic-out your fear helped me with my own, too. I mean, you said something about being too old to re-babyproof the house? Sweetheart, we would have had to do that with one baby anyway.”

“Common sense left me there for a little bit, I’ll admit.”

“And I’ve got one more bone to pick with you,” you say, leaving one hand on his face and using the other to poke him in the chest. 

“What’s that?”

“You said Steve was pretty much born to be a dad. Eddie, out of all the people I’ve ever met in my life, you are definitely the one who was always meant to be a dad.” You lower your hand to your bump. “Because it doesn’t matter if there were one, two, three, or even eight babies in here. You’d still love them all unconditionally and try your hardest to give the world to them.”

“I love our babies,” Eddie replies softly. His hand moves to rest on top of yours on your bump. “I love our twins.”

“Hey, we’ve got some extra resources this time around, too,” you point out. “Ryan drives now. We can recruit him for diaper or formula runs. And he can take Luke and Eliza places if we’re not able to. Luke is old enough now not to be intimidated by being around newborns. He’ll definitely be more hands-on than he was with Eliza. And speaking of the little firecracker…we already know she’s going to be like a mother hen to them. See? Recruiting the kids to help with the kids. And that doesn’t even mention Wayne and all of our friends. At least ninety percent of them owe us from watching their kids at one point or another.” 

“My wife is so smart,” Eddie praises with a small smile. 

“She is,” you reply coyly. “Do you think you could help me off this table, though? Makes sense why it’s been harder for me to get up from things lately—two against one here.”

Eddie gently takes your arms and leads you to a comfortable seated position before helping you hop down from the high table. 

The two of you walk hand-in-hand out of the doctor’s office and across the parking lot to your car. The sun seems warmer and brighter than when you went in. There’s not a cloud in the sky—were there any before? Birds call to one another from the trees that encircle the medical plaza, and their tune brings a smile to your face. Everything seems so light and airy around you that it almost makes you feel like you’re dissociating. But there’s Eddie’s hand in yours. The sneakers you wear knock against the concrete with every step, reverberating the vibration up your legs. You’re very much here in this moment. The magic in the air comes from knowing the amount of love you carried for the bundle of joy in your belly has just doubled. The thought of kissing two little button noses goodnight every day instead of one has you giddy. 

“Baby,” you say as Eddie opens the passenger car door for you. “We’re gonna have double the cuddles.”

“Double the drooly kisses.” The smile on your husband’s face tells you that he’s excited about the prospect. “Double new baby smell.”

You secure your seatbelt and rest both of your hands on your belly as Eddie walks around the car and slides into the driver’s seat. 

“Double the love we give and receive,” you muse softly, looking down at your protruding bump. “I wonder if I’ll get double the pain meds when I’m in labor.”

Eddie laughs as he pulls the car out of the parking space. 

“Time will tell,” he says. “Are you hungry, princess?”

“Yeah. I mean, makes sense, since I’m eating for three,” you reply. “But don’t you have to get back to work?”

“There is no way I’ll be able to focus on anything,” Eddie says with a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. “I’m taking the rest of the day.”

“Okay. Do you want to get lunch at—oh boy.”

Eddie’s eyes glance over at you before looking back on the road.

“What?” he asks. “What’s wrong?” 

“No, not wrong,” you say. “Just…I-I don’t know how we’ll keep this from the kids. We didn’t think we’d have anything to report to them other than the baby being healthy since we’re not finding out the sex. But there’s absolutely no way I won’t slip up and say ‘babies’ or ‘them’ or something that will give it away. I’d rather they hear the news from us directly than catching us in a slip.”

Eddie nods in agreement. “How do you think we should tell them?”

“Umm…” You purse your lips as you start to ponder different scenarios. Both you and Eddie think in silence for a few minutes before he speaks.

“Oh, I’ve got an idea…”

Eliza is thrilled to have both of her parents picking her up from school. The way she goes on and on about an arts and crafts project they did in class today reminds you of when you were just the babysitter and picked Ryan and Luke up from school. Luke always had something interesting to babble on about—much to your amusement. 

Your second oldest is already at home when you walk in the front door holding Eliza’s hand and Eddie trails in behind with a few bags from the store. Usually, Ryan drives both himself and Luke home from school every day, but now Ryan takes SAT Prep classes once a week after school, forcing Luke to take the bus home. Which you’d think was one of the trials of Hercules with how often Luke shares his disdain for the form of transportation. 

“Whatcha got, Pops?” Luke asks from the couch. His hand is buried in a bag of white cheddar popcorn and an episode of Supernatural is on the television. 

“You’ll see,” Eddie tells him, taking the bags straight to your room. Best to keep them out of the way of the two nosiest Munson children. Although, you wonder to yourself if that will change with the new additions. 

Eliza spies the snack her brother has and quickly sheds her Little Mermaid backpack and pink Mary Jane shoes to climb up on the couch next to him. She sticks an arm in the popcorn bag and brings out as big a handful as her little fist would allow her. 

“There’s food in the bags,” Eliza says to Luke through the kernels stuffing her cheeks.

“Huh?” Luke clearly doesn’t speak four-year-old-with-a-full-mouth.

“The bags Daddy has,” Eliza says once she’s swallowed. She wipes her white cheddar covered fingertips on her white tights. “There’s food in them. I smelled it in the car.” 

“Good job, Watson,” he tells her.

“Uh, who?” Eliza gives her older brother a look that clearly relays she thinks he’s crazy. It doesn’t stop her from taking another handful of popcorn, though. 

“Watson. Sherlock Holmes’ assistant. They’re detectives, Lize.”

“Oh,” is all she says before shoving more popcorn into her mouth. 

You putter around, cleaning up the kitchen and tidying the living room to keep yourself from spilling the beans too early. It’s important to wait until Ryan gets home later. You just know time is going to crawl by at a snail’s pace for the next hour and a half.

When your oldest son finally arrives home, you usher everyone around the kitchen table for a family meeting. 

“Am I in trouble?” Luke huffs. “Because if I am, I’d like to plead not guilty.”

Eddie raises his brows. “Not sure why you’d be in trouble, but I’m sure we’ll find out.” He clears his throat, placing a loving hand on your bump. “No, this family meeting is to tell you guys some exciting news we got at the ultrasound today.”

He reaches over and plucks a grease-soaked Burger King bag from the counter. “Ry, you get the first clue.”

Ryan practically tears open the bag, the hungry teenager ready to devour the Double Whopper without even unwrapping it. 

“Is the baby a hamburger?” Ryan asks mid-bite. He pulls out the fries you got along with it. “Or is it small? Is the clue ‘small fry?’”

You shake your head. “Nope. Nice try, though.” 

Luke’s clue is next, though he’s too busy trying to get his brother to share his food to really pay attention. When Ryan finally relents and tosses a fry his way, Luke looks down at the Gameboy game box in front of him. 

“A Looney Tunes double pack?” He wrinkles his nose. “Are you naming the baby Tweety Bird?”

Eliza sticks out her little tongue in disgust. “That’s a horrible name for a baby!”

“Maybe it looks like Elmer Fudd, like Eliza did when she was born,” Ryan chimes in, licking ketchup off of his thumb. 

“Who?” Your daughter glances between the boys, unaware of the joke being made at her expense.

Luke doesn’t hesitate to fill her in. “The weird guy who hunts Bugs Bunny. The one who always goes, ‘ooh, I hate that wabbit!’”

Eliza shoots him a glare that’s equal parts adorable and terrifying. Luckily, she’s easily distracted by her clue. 

“For Eliza,” you say as you tug the crinkling Target bag off of the biggest hint of all. Eddie already made sure to open the box and cut any wires attached so your daughter can get right at the twin Baby Alive dolls. 

The four-year-old gasps. “Babies!” She holds her arms out as you deliver the box to her.

Little fingers grab onto the first doll, and she gently places it on the table in front to her before removing the second doll. The rest of the family watches in amusement as Eliza covers the baby on the table with a blanket, and cradles the other one in her arms, holding its bottle to its mouth. 

“So,” Eddie asks, rubbing his hands together, “what do these gifts have in common?”

The three of them begin to think. At least, you’re pretty sure Eliza is thinking about it. She’s gazing down at the doll in her arms with the most heartwarming compassion. 

“There’s two burger patties, two games, two dolls…” Luke muses.

“Wait,” Ryan says, his head perking up as an idea occurs to him. “Is it a girl? Like, two X chromosomes?”

Your husband simply stares at your oldest son for a moment before responding.

“In what world would I be smart enough to come up with that?” he asks. 

Luke nods his head in your direction. “Ma is, though. But I think it’s a boy because there’s two of us boys already.”

“Then the hint would have to do with three, genius,” Ryan scoffs. 

The younger brother contorts his face and mocks his brother’s words in a high-pitched voice.

“Maybe Mama has two babies in her belly.” Your daughter’s words are spoken with the most casual tone, the majority of her attention on the plastic doll she’s gently rocking to sleep in her arms. 

The boys both laugh, Ryan rolling his eyes at what he considers a silly idea from a little girl. The Munson brothers turn to you and Eddie, expecting you to be joining in on the laughter, but all they find are your excited and hopeful faces. The chuckles trail off as the boys pause and consider what those faces mean. 

“Wait, you don’t mean…” Ryan starts.

“Oh my GOD!” Luke shouts, banging his hands down on the table in front of him. It rattles the doll Eliza isn’t holding, and she gives her big brother a glare over the disturbance. 

“No way!” Ryan stands up, excitement nearly paralyzing him. He doesn’t know what to do except smile as he holds his arms out in front of him awkwardly. “It’s really…twins?!”

“It’s twins!” you confirm. You make an attempt to stand as well, but the two babies inside of you are keeping your center of gravity low enough to make you give up. 

“Two babies!” Luke hoots. “This is insane!”

Eddie chuckles, his heart at once light as air and completely full at seeing the excitement of his boys. 

“Do you have a picture?” Luke asks.

“The sonogram,” Ryan adds.

“Yeah! Can we see it? Let us see the picture!”

“Do you even know what you’ll be looking at?” Ryan asks as he sits back down next to his brother.

Luke shrugs. “They’ll show us.”

“Okay, okay, here it is,” you say, handing over the image that’s been sitting in your back pocket. “That little spot right there is one baby, and that one right there is the other baby.”

Their stunned faces make you giggle softly as you lean back. 

“Oh my God,” Ryan says. “I can’t believe it’s twins.”

“Holy sh—crap, we’re going to have two new siblings.”

“We’re going to need a bigger house,” Ryan says, looking around the room everyone is seated in.

“Wow, there’s going to be a lot of people living here,” Luke says. “Dad, were you going for twins?”

“That’s not how it works, doofus,” Ryan says as Eddie shakes his head in amusement. 

Luke scoffs. “Explain it to me then, Mr. SAT.”

Eliza heaves a deep sigh for someone with such a tiny body and small lungs. She sets the baby doll in her arms down on the table next to its sleeping sibling. 

“You’re so loud!” she complains. 

“Lize, it’s twin babies!” Luke tells her, gently shaking her frame back and forth. 

“I know, I know, you keep saying it over and over!”

“Aren’t you excited?” Ryan asks her. 

Your daughter shrugs her shoulders once before picking her doll back up and cradling it in the crook of her arm.

“Sure.” 

Both boys look to you and Eddie at her lackluster reaction. You give a gentle shake of your head.

“Don’t worry,” you tell them. “It’ll click at some point.” 

“Oh, what a day,” you sigh as you slip under the blankets to lay down next to your husband. Eddie lifts his arm, and you immediately cuddle up to his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Your bump nudges his side, and you rub one hand over the soft material of your worn t-shirt. “Makes sense why my bump is more pronounced earlier than it was with Eliza.”

Eddie wraps one arm around your shoulders and brings the other one down to place his hand on top of your own. 

“Can't believe there are four of us in this bed,” he says with a light chuckle.

“Daddyyyyy! Mamaaaaaa!”

A four-year-old with wild curls runs into your room and leaps onto the bed, landing at your and Eddie’s feet.

“Make that five of us,” Eddie says. 

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Little Miss,” you tell Eliza.

She pushes herself onto her hands and knees in her purple piggy pajamas and quickly crawls up the infinitesimal space between you and her father. 

“Careful, careful,” Eddie cautions the closer she gets to your belly.

Eliza halts her ascent and leans back on her heels. Her chocolate brown eyes are as wild as her bedhead is.

“I’m gonna be a big sister to two babies?!” 

Across the hall, a chuckle reverberates in Ryan’s chest as he turns to lay on his side in bed.

“There it is.”

[knavesflames]

hi el :) imagine arle getting frustrated w reader and grabs her by the throat, harder than she intended to, but then reader enjoys it

mhm I think that could be fun

something something hands something something fingering

Yeah gotta be about the hands I just know you love hands so much

Hello >:) I do love her hands you’re so correct about that. I spent today writing this and at some point I just brain rotted completely and zoned out for a bit but!! Here you go. If she doesn’t do this to me, I will burn the world down <3 /j feel free to have an emoji if you’d like✨

Word count: 2119

Content: reader likes fingers, bratty reader, fem!reader, fingering, asphyxiation (consensual obviously), fingers in mouth, hand over mouth.. you know.

A/N: I tried without using the red colour for Arlecchino. I used it only so I could differentiate between reader and her, but I’m unsure if you guys enjoy it or not. Let me know<3

Nsft utc!

Her hands were the first thing that drew you to her, if you’re honest with yourself. You remember hearing the way her nails drummed against the surface of the counter as she waited for her coffee (double espresso. That’s it. Nothing else). The sound annoyed you, and you remember the way your eyes scanned for the perpetrator so you could politely ask them to stop. You never said anything.

Your eyes had locked onto her hands and you were admiring scrutinising each centimetre of skin. Blackened, though they were, they were slender, and her fingers were long. Even without the nails that looked like they’d scratch out an eye with ease, they were elegant, fitting for a woman of her stature.

Now of course, Arlecchino was no fool. She was plenty aware of what you were staring at, no matter how much you were trying to hide it. She found it endearing, really. How quickly you focused on them, how your breathing got just a little deeper. She liked it, and she liked you. Not just because of this, of course, she’d had her eye on you for a while, but the fact you’d made it clear that you liked her too.. A woman like her gets what she wants, especially when what she wants, wants her.

A relationship quickly formed. It seemed you both fit together quite nicely, despite her cold, closed off nature. It was quite a sweet relationship, apart from the fact that you could be a total brat when she needs it the least. How many punishments would she have to give before you learned? Or, perhaps, you quite liked them. Especially when she used her hands and her fingers.

From the way you watched her fist the base of her favourite strap, to the way you mewled when her fingers curled inside of you, you were both very very much aware of the fact that it was her hands that were the thing that got you off more than anything else. You were both very very much aware that she used that to her advantage.

One day, she was lucky enough to work from home. A rare occurrence, but one she treasures. She does not have to don the suit she wears in public, she can give her feet a much needed rest from the stilettos she refuses to leave the house without. Instead, her outfit is.. almost casual. It’s a nice change, you think. She looks like husband material. You’d never say that. Instead, you decide today is the perfect time to annoy her until you get what you want! Of course you do, you’re just a little slut for her and her hands :(

Your arm snakes over her chest as you stand behind her, your words drawn out and pleading. “Peruere,” you whine, “take a break.”

“I cannot. You know this.” Comes the firm reply. You know this, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It makes you more determined, though. Arlecchino should have known. Your fingers fumble with the buttons of her loose shirt, and your lips kiss the shell of her ear. Arlecchino sighs, her eyes raising from the paper that sits on her desk. Her hand gently slaps your own away, and her voice comes out just a little sharper.

“No. Not right now. Do not be a brat.” It’s a warning, a warning you don’t listen to. “Peruere, I’m wearing the set you like.” Her jaw feathers at that. She’s unsure if it’s the image you’ve set in her mind or the way you say her name, her real name. It’s her weakness, but currently, you’re frustrating her. Beyond belief. And the second you moan into her ear, a fake, airy moan, she loses any control she had.

She spins her chair around, stands up, and pushes you against the nearest wall. Her hands wrap around your throat, and she does not squeeze, but she could. She has. You pretend you don’t like it, but she knows, from experience, the way that your underwear is practically unwearable after thirty seconds. You get so wet for her and she loves it. Her fingers twitch and her thumb strokes your windpipe, just to see the reaction it elicits from you.

“Do you enjoy breathing?” She murmurs, her voice low and soft, a contrast to the way she just slammed you against the wall. When you only smile widely in response, her grip tightens, just enough for you to lose your breath. “Not so much, then.” Arlecchino has a tendency to muse to herself when she renders you incapable of speaking. She does it purely to mock you, to remind you of the fact that she is the one in control, no matter how bratty you can get. When you attempt to reply, and the only thing you can manage is a strangled whisper of her name, full of want, she tightens until your breath stops. She waits, timing the seconds in her head until she knows your vision blurs just a little before her grip relents.

She watches as you gasp for breath and moan at the rush of oxygen, your eyes glassy. (She wouldn’t do it if you didn’t like it, but she vividly remembers the time you asked for it. You tap thrice if it’s too much). “Not so talkative now, are you?”

When you catch your breath enough to speak, she realises your few seconds of breathlessness was not enough. “Perhaps I don’t want to talk.” Your smirk is infuriating, infuriating enough that she scoffs.

“Wanted my full attention, did you?” (Sorry I couldn’t help myself putting her voiceline in there). You shrug, pretending like you really don’t care at all, but when her hand travels down from your throat, nails grazing your perked up nipple that begs to be freed from the restraints of your bra, she knows that your words are complete bullshit.

“You’re a liar. I dislike liars. I can only assume you’re dripping for me, like you usually are.” Arlecchino hisses. She’s annoyed, you can tell that much, because she knows the work she was supposed to do today is forgotten. It always is when you act like this. Her hand leaves your nipple, trailing down your stomach until her nails dip into the waistband of your underwear. You’re lucky enough that she’s filed three of them, just for the days she decides that she doesn’t want you to clench around her strap, but instead, she wants to feel the way her fingers pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you can’t form any words.

When her digits graze your folds and she feels how wet you are without even properly sliding her fingers into your slit, she huffs, her words full of arrogance. “You’re fucking soaked. Over some choking? You’re a good little slut aren’t you?”

You’re already melting at her words alone. The tone of her voice, the way she says such dirty words so softly. It almost makes you think she’ll give you mercy. She will not, not now. She notes the way your breathing, now that you’ve caught your breath, has sped in anticipation. Her digits graze over your sensitive skin, touching everywhere but the one place you need it the most. Her intention is to make you beg, you’ve realised, but you’re adamant that you won’t.

When she realises her current tactic won’t work, she lets her finger give a single tap to your aching, puffy clit. It’s enough for a jolt of pleasure to shoot through your body, your lips parting in a small gasp. She taps again, and once more before she rests her finger there, and doesn’t move it. She watches with amusement as you clumsily grind your hips in an attempt to get friction and sensation, her finger only moving away any time you get even the slightest chance.

“I didn’t say you could do that, did I? Are you really so mindlessly needy that you disobey me?” Her voice only serves to make you more desperate, and your arm shoots out. Your hand grips her wrist in an attempt to keep her finger where you’d like it, and for now, she abides. Arlecchino allows you to chase the pleasure for only a few moments before she shifts her hand, two of her beautiful blackened digits line up against your entrance.

“Are you going to be a good girl, hm?” A dangerous whisper right against your cheek. At this point, you might just be out of your mind with desperation, so you agree. Your head moves frantically in a nod, a quiet whimper of ‘yes, I promise, please.’ With that, she pushes them in without much difficulty (thanks to the fact you’re convinced you’ve never been this wet). The Knave is so agonisingly slow with it in the best way possible, sliding her fingers in inch by inch until you take her to the knuckle. Usually, she coos, and tells you just how well you’re taking it. Not today.

Instead, she begins her assault, curling her fingers and immediately reaching THAT spot. The woman is quick, and the second you open your mouth to groan, you feel the same two fingers on her other hand push into your mouth and press down on your tongue. You whine in response, but her reply is a cold chuckle, her voice so mockingly sweet. “We have neighbours. Do you want them to hear how badly you’ve been misbehaving?”

You do. You so badly do. You so badly want people to see just how much she can make you fall apart. Alas, you shake your head, and just to irritate her (turn her on) even more, you let your tongue swirl around her fingers the way you’ve done with her strap so many times. You suck on them hungrily, your moans and mewls of pleasure muffled. “Oh, you are a good little whore for me, aren’t you? So obsessed with my fingers you’ve chosen to suck on them while I finger fuck you into silence.”

With each curl of her fingers and rub of her thumb on your stiff clit that just begs for attention, you’re getting to the edge VERY quickly. She knows it, she can tell when you clench around them and your walls pulsate. When your legs tremble and you can barely keep yourself against the wall. When each squelch of her fingers pumping in and out of you has your eyes fucking rolling into your head, and you can no longer focus on anything and you can barely remember your name.

Usually, on nights where she decides to be loving, she’ll slow herself down during your orgasm, to prolong it, to let the pleasure hit you for longer. Today though, she speeds up and moves her fingers harder, so hard, in fact, that tears are once again welling in your eyes, that you’ve begun essentially deepthroating her fingers and gagging on them (she loves it! She adores when the very thing that has you cumming also has you struggling like a little slut, her slut <3).

You tap thrice on her wrist when it gets too much, and she takes her fingers from your mouth quickly, opting to instead clamp her hand firmly around your mouth to shut you up instead. When you cry out as your orgasm hits you, she can only raise a single eyebrow. You did not ask for permission, and she has told you that brats ask for permission. “Peruere,” you moan shakily from behind her palm as you slowly come down from it, but the look in her eyes makes yours widen.

Her fingers slide out of you with a soft squishing sound, and the dark finger pads glisten with the evidence of what she’s done to you. Arlecchino coaxes your jaw open, and she places her fingers into your mouth again, though, softly this time.

“Clean them.” She demands, and you do, groaning at the taste of it and the way she stares right at you. When she’s satisfied, she retracts them, leaving you whimpering at the loss of them. You are spent, and your legs feel like they’re about to give way. Your panties are so wet that you know you’re going to have to put them straight into the washing machine, and the thought of it makes you shiver. You lift yourself off of the wall, your legs trembling, only for her to push you right back.

“No. I did not say we were done. You interrupted my work hours, so I will not be finished with you until my work hours are over. We have about five hours.” Aww, such a shame, isn’t it?

[navillee]

Zayne is such a lap cat, I love him for that.

Having him as your main feels exactly like adopting a stray cat. EXACTLY. THE. SAME.

On top of that, everything within this card is just perfect. Grocerie store together, him just begging for candies I almost can se his 🥺 expression. And hello?!?! They play games together? Zayne is into games?

"Zayneee play Zelda with me and my life is yours!!!"

Also, he's lowered his guard around mc, and he's getting so talkative and silly. I love him so dearly. I'm going insane.

He's so husband material is infuriating. The only man that would make me get on my knees to propose to. And you know what's most satisfying? I wouldn't even stress thinking of that in the first place. This man is a MAN. He would propose to mc the first chance he gets.

Ok, quitting mumbling about my man for now, I'm working on everyone's writing requests, so wait, and you'll see.

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

Hi can you write an Anthony x wife reader wedding night

Every Breath You Take (Anthony Bridgerton x Fem! Reader)

Author's note: Hello, hun. Of course I can. So I wasn't to sure how to write this one but I have figured it out. Now I have so many things in my drafts from my inbox for recent requests and I wanted to act on it immediately so everything is jumbled in my drafts.

Summary: It's really happening believe it or not. You are finally married to Anthony Bridgerton, the Viscount. But no one had prepared you for the martial act. So Anthony guides you through it.

Warning(s):NSFW, 18+, oral, straight sex, first times, experienced husband, praise, pet names, more to be added

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The room was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace and the faint rustling of fabric as you stood at the edge of the bed, your hands trembling slightly. You were his now, Anthony Bridgerton’s wife. The reality of it was settling in, weighty yet thrilling, but no one had prepared you for this moment—the wedding night.

Anthony stood across from you, already loosening his cravat, his dark eyes never leaving yours. Despite the growing tension in the air, his expression was calm, warm. You felt a sense of security just from his gaze.

"Are you nervous, my love?" His voice was soft, deeper than usual, filled with tenderness as he stepped closer, his large hands cradling your face.

You nodded, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. “A little…” you confessed, feeling your cheeks heat up at the admission.

His thumb brushed your bottom lip, his touch gentle, reassuring. “I would never rush you into something you’re not ready for,” he said, his voice steady, though there was a hunger in his eyes that made your breath hitch. "We will take this at your pace."

His words were like a balm to your frayed nerves. You trusted him with everything, and now, as your husband, you knew he would guide you through this with the same care he had shown in everything else.

Slowly, Anthony stepped back, allowing you a moment to breathe, to gather your courage. The intimacy of the situation was overwhelming, yet the anticipation of what was to come kept your pulse racing. His gaze remained on you as he began to undress with practiced ease, each movement deliberate, his confidence in contrast to the shy eagerness you felt bubbling up within.

When his shirt fell away, revealing the hard planes of his chest, you swallowed hard, your eyes drawn to every inch of his toned form. He smiled then, as if sensing your growing desire.

"Come here," he whispered, his voice deeper now, a hint of command threading through it.

You stepped toward him, your breath shaky. Anthony's hands gently guided yours to the buttons of your gown. He watched your reaction carefully as your fingers fumbled with the fabric, heat flooding your face as you grew more aware of how vulnerable you were becoming under his gaze.

"Take your time," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against your forehead. "There is no rush tonight."

His hands joined yours, skillfully helping you out of the layers of your wedding dress, the intimacy growing with each passing second. The material pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your underclothes. Your heart pounded against your ribs, the closeness of him igniting a warmth in you that you'd never experienced before.

Anthony’s hands slid down to your waist, his lips grazing your temple. "You're perfect," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. The way he spoke to you, the soft praise, made your body tingle.

His lips found yours in a slow, sensual kiss that deepened with every passing moment. You felt his fingers trace the outline of your jaw, down your neck, and along the delicate curve of your shoulder. You gasped softly into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensation of his touch. Every part of you was being carefully, reverently explored, his experienced hands guiding your inexperienced body with tender precision.

"Relax, my love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Let me take care of you."

You melted into him, your anxieties slowly ebbing away as his hands roamed, caressing and praising you in ways that made your heart race. He continued to reassure you with every touch, every whispered word, until you felt comfortable in his arms, trusting him fully to lead you through the night’s intimate act.

Anthony’s lips traveled slowly along your collarbone, his touch igniting a fire beneath your skin. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, your hands gripping the fabric of his trousers as you steadied yourself against the mounting desire swirling in your belly. He paused, drawing back slightly to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with a quiet intensity that made your breath catch.

“Is this alright?” His voice was barely above a whisper, rough with desire yet tinged with concern. You nodded, biting your lip nervously, but there was no mistaking the excitement brewing inside you.

“Good,” he murmured, and then his lips were on yours again, firmer this time, with a kind of passion that sent shivers down your spine. His hands found the laces of your undergarments, and he worked with such practiced ease that it made your pulse quicken.

He pulled back for a moment, his eyes scanning over you, now bare before him. His gaze was heavy, filled with admiration. “You are… breathtaking,” he said, the praise rolling off his tongue in a way that made you feel warm all over. His fingertips traced down your arms, gentle and loving, as if he were memorizing every curve of your body.

Before you could say anything, he cupped your face again, kissing you deeply, slowly. His tongue brushed against yours, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips. You felt heat pooling low in your belly, unfamiliar but intoxicating. His body was pressed against yours now, the heat from his skin setting your senses alight.

“Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. You could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart, grounding you in the moment.

With every move, Anthony took his time, ensuring you felt safe, adored. He guided you to the bed, his hands never leaving your body, as if afraid to lose contact with you for even a second. You lay back, your heart racing as he hovered over you, his lips finding yours again before trailing down to your throat, his breath warm against your skin.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his voice thick with desire, but you could hear the restraint in it, the control he maintained despite the longing in his eyes.

His hands slid down, caressing your thighs with featherlight touches that left you trembling beneath him. The anticipation built slowly, the tension between you both growing with every moment. He kissed along your stomach, down your hips, his touch making you gasp softly.

You had never felt anything like this before—the mix of vulnerability, excitement, and overwhelming pleasure that was starting to bloom within you.

Anthony’s gaze flickered back to your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he positioned himself between your legs. “If at any point you need me to stop…” he started, but you cut him off with a shaky breath, your body aching for him in ways you could barely describe.

“I trust you,” you whispered, your voice unsteady but certain.

His smile was tender, and without another word, he kissed you again, the intensity of it sparking a fresh wave of heat through your veins. His hands moved lower, exploring every inch of you with care, his touch experienced but never rushing.

As he finally began to guide you through the unfamiliar act, his movements were slow, deliberate, and you felt nothing but the warmth of his body, the safety of his embrace. The initial sensation was foreign, but Anthony's soothing words calmed the nerves that threatened to bubble up.

“Just breathe, love,” he whispered against your ear, his lips brushing over the shell of it. His hands were everywhere, steadying you, comforting you, his praises a soft murmur against your skin. “You’re doing so well…”

The slow burn of pleasure began to unfurl within you, growing with every motion, every whisper of praise from his lips. He never rushed, never pushed, allowing you to adjust, to enjoy the sensation of being with him, of becoming one in the most intimate way.

His own breath hitched as he moved, clearly affected by the closeness, by you. His hands gripped your hips firmly but gently, his forehead resting against yours, and for a moment, it was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you—your shared breath, your racing hearts, and the feeling of him inside you, guiding you through every step.

When your body finally surrendered to the waves of pleasure, Anthony followed close behind, his body tensing as he whispered your name like a prayer. You felt him shudder against you, his own release following yours, the weight of his body pressing down on you in the most comforting way.

For a few moments, the room was silent, the only sound your heavy breathing and the crackle of the fire. Anthony shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing lazy kisses against your temple as you curled into him, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all.

“You were perfect,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers traced slow patterns along your back, soothing you as your breathing began to steady.

You smiled sleepily against his chest, your heart still racing from everything that had just transpired. “Thank you,” you murmured softly, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the room.

Anthony kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you protectively. “I’ll take care of you, always,” he promised, his voice filled with nothing but love and devotion.

And in that moment, as you drifted off to sleep in his embrace, you knew it to be true.

The morning light peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. You stirred slightly, still cocooned in Anthony’s arms, your body wrapped in the warmth of his embrace. For a moment, you weren’t sure if last night had been a dream, a blissful haze of whispered words and tender touches, but the steady rhythm of his breathing, the solid feel of him beside you, reassured you it was all real.

Your eyes fluttered open, and the first thing you noticed was how peaceful he looked, his usually sharp features softened in sleep. It was rare to see Anthony this relaxed, and the sight of him like this made your heart swell. For a brief moment, you simply watched him, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his dark hair fell across his forehead. He was beautiful, and the realization hit you like a soft wave—he was yours now.

Suddenly, as if sensing you were awake, Anthony stirred. His arms tightened around you protectively, pulling you closer into his warmth. His eyes opened slowly, meeting yours with a soft smile that sent a warm flutter through your chest.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“Good morning,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart still racing from the memories of last night. The blush crept up your cheeks as you shifted slightly under the sheets, feeling the soreness in your body—a reminder of the passion you had shared.

Anthony must have noticed your slight discomfort because his expression softened further, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing your skin in gentle circles.

You smiled, your heart warming at the concern in his eyes. “A little sore,” you admitted with a shy laugh, “but…I’m okay.”

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to stroke your hair, the tenderness in his touch making you feel completely safe. “I’ll draw you a bath,” he said, already beginning to shift, his fingers tracing down your arm as he prepared to get up. “You should rest.”

Before he could move away, you caught his hand, holding him there for a moment longer. “Stay,” you whispered, your voice filled with more confidence than before. “Please?”

Anthony paused, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mix of surprise and adoration. He settled back into bed, pulling you close again, his lips brushing against your forehead. “As you wish,” he murmured, holding you tighter.

The quiet comfort of the morning wrapped around you both like a warm blanket. For a while, you simply lay there, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Every now and then, Anthony’s hand would drift lazily over your back, his touch soothing, grounding. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of you, wrapped in the aftermath of your shared intimacy.

Eventually, though, Anthony shifted slightly, his lips pressing against the crown of your head. “I want you to know,” he began, his voice low and sincere, “that last night wasn’t just about the wedding. It was about us. You mean more to me than just a duty or obligation.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling at the honesty in his voice. His expression was earnest, his gaze steady as he continued, “I’m in this, fully. For us. For you.” His hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together. “I need you to know that.”

The vulnerability in his words made your chest tighten with emotion. You squeezed his hand gently, your own heart swelling with gratitude and love. “I know, Anthony,” you whispered, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I feel the same.”

He smiled against your lips, the tension in his body easing as if your words had relieved some burden he’d been carrying. “Good,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours in a playful, tender gesture. “Because I plan to spoil you endlessly, my Viscountess.”

You laughed softly at his words, feeling the lightness of the moment wrap around you both. “Is that so?” you teased, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze.

“Oh, absolutely,” he replied with a grin, his fingers tracing down your arm in lazy patterns. “Starting with breakfast in bed, baths drawn just for you, and all the attention you could ever want. I’ll make sure you never lift a finger again.”

You smiled at his playful tone, though deep down, you knew there was truth in his words. Anthony would take care of you, not just as a husband fulfilling his vows, but as someone who truly adored you. The way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, made it clear—his love for you was genuine, and he would do anything to make you happy.

As the morning sun continued to filter through the curtains, you lay there with him, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace. And though the world outside was waiting, you knew that here, in this moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you.

Later, Anthony reluctantly left the bed to draw your bath as promised. The water was warm and soothing as you sank into it, your body easing into the relaxation you hadn’t realized you needed. Anthony, ever the attentive husband, stayed close by, occasionally checking on you, his touch lingering on your shoulders as he massaged away the soreness from the night before.

As you soaked in the tub, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, thinking about how far you had come. Last night had been a milestone in your relationship with Anthony, but it was just the beginning. You knew there would be challenges ahead, but with him by your side, you were ready to face anything.

When you finally stepped out of the bath, wrapped in a soft towel, Anthony was waiting for you, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw you. He crossed the room in a few long strides, his hands reaching for you once again, his touch gentle yet possessive.

“You are a vision,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple as he pulled you close. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

You laughed softly, feeling a familiar warmth spread through your chest. “I could say the same.”

Anthony smiled, his hands resting on your waist as he leaned in to kiss you. “Then let’s never stop.”

Anthony’s lips ghosted over your forehead once again, his presence grounding you as he held you close. “We don’t have to rush into anything today,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Let’s take this time for us.”

The idea of staying in bed all day with Anthony was tempting. You had never felt so at ease, cocooned in the safety of his arms, but you both knew the responsibilities waiting outside those bedroom walls. Being married to the Viscount meant facing the social expectations, the family duties, the world that never stopped turning.

You sighed softly, your head resting on his bare chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. “As much as I’d love to stay here forever, we both know that’s impossible,” you said, your voice filled with the bittersweet reality of your new life together.

Anthony chuckled, his fingers running lazily through your hair. “True. But I can indulge in my selfishness a little longer, can’t I?” His tone was playful, but the way he looked at you was filled with longing, as though he was memorizing every detail of this moment.

You smiled, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “I suppose you can,” you teased softly, your fingers tracing light patterns along his arm. “But we really should get up soon. Your family will be expecting us.”

The mention of his family stirred something in Anthony, his eyes flickering with a brief shadow before he masked it with a soft smile. “Yes,” he said quietly, his tone shifting to something more serious. “My family.”

You could feel the weight of his thoughts, the unspoken burdens that came with being the head of the Bridgerton household. Anthony carried so much on his shoulders, more than anyone realized. And now, as his wife, those responsibilities were something you would share with him.

“Anthony,” you began softly, lifting a hand to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the slight stubble on his jaw. “You don’t have to bear everything alone anymore. I’m here now. We’ll face it together.”

For a moment, he was silent, his gaze searching yours as though trying to find reassurance in your words. And then, with a deep breath, he nodded, his hand reaching up to cover yours. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just…I’ve spent so long thinking I had to do everything myself. It’s hard to let go of that.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words, but you understood. Anthony had always been the protector, the one who made sure everyone was taken care of. But who took care of him?

“I won’t let you do it alone,” you promised, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “We’re in this together. Always.”

Anthony’s grip on you tightened slightly, his lips brushing over yours in a tender, lingering kiss that spoke volumes of his gratitude. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the morning.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion.

“You deserve more than you realize,” you replied firmly, your fingers threading through his hair. “And I’m going to prove it to you every single day.”

The sincerity in your voice seemed to strike something deep within him, and for the first time, you saw the walls around Anthony’s heart begin to crumble. The guarded, stoic man who had always put others first was slowly allowing himself to let you in, to trust you with the pieces of himself he kept hidden from the world.

“God, I love you,” he whispered, his lips finding yours again, this time with more urgency, as though he needed to express everything he couldn’t put into words.

The kiss deepened, filled with the kind of passion that left you breathless, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as he pulled you closer. There was no rush, no desperation—just the two of you, tangled together in a moment of pure connection.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads pressed together as you smiled at each other. Anthony’s hand cradled the back of your head, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he whispered, “You’re everything to me.”

You were about to reply when a knock on the door interrupted the intimate moment. Both of you froze, your hearts racing as you exchanged a quick glance. The outside world had come knocking, quite literally, reminding you that you couldn’t hide away forever.

Anthony sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before sitting up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I suppose that’s our cue,” he muttered, his tone tinged with reluctant resignation.

You smiled softly, watching as he moved to the edge of the bed. “It was nice while it lasted.”

Anthony turned back to you, his expression softening as he reached out to take your hand. “It doesn’t have to end,” he said quietly, pulling you closer. “We’ll have more moments like this. I promise.”

With that, he kissed your hand and stood up, reaching for his robe before heading to the door. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever awaited outside, knowing that your life with Anthony would be a balance of intimate moments and societal obligations.

As Anthony opened the door, you could hear the familiar voice of one of the household staff, informing him that breakfast was ready and that his mother was asking for the both of you. Anthony thanked them and closed the door, turning back to you with an apologetic smile.

“Well, it seems we’re expected,” he said with a sigh, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

You chuckled, slipping out of bed and reaching for your own robe. “Then let’s not keep them waiting.”

Anthony crossed the room in two strides, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pulling you against his chest. “We’ll have our time,” he murmured in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck.

Your heart fluttered at the feel of him, your smile widening as you leaned into his embrace. “I know,” you whispered, your fingers resting over his.

Together, you left the sanctuary of your room, ready to face the world as Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew that with Anthony by your side, you could face anything. The love you shared was a foundation stronger than any title or duty, and you would carry that with you as you stepped into your new life together.

Anthony’s lips ghosted over your forehead once again, his presence grounding you as he held you close. “We don’t have to rush into anything today,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Let’s take this time for us.”

The idea of staying in bed all day with Anthony was tempting. You had never felt so at ease, cocooned in the safety of his arms, but you both knew the responsibilities waiting outside those bedroom walls. Being married to the Viscount meant facing the social expectations, the family duties, the world that never stopped turning.

You sighed softly, your head resting on his bare chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. “As much as I’d love to stay here forever, we both know that’s impossible,” you said, your voice filled with the bittersweet reality of your new life together.

Anthony chuckled, his fingers running lazily through your hair. “True. But I can indulge in my selfishness a little longer, can’t I?” His tone was playful, but the way he looked at you was filled with longing, as though he was memorizing every detail of this moment.

You smiled, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “I suppose you can,” you teased softly, your fingers tracing light patterns along his arm. “But we really should get up soon. Your family will be expecting us.”

The mention of his family stirred something in Anthony, his eyes flickering with a brief shadow before he masked it with a soft smile. “Yes,” he said quietly, his tone shifting to something more serious. “My family.”

You could feel the weight of his thoughts, the unspoken burdens that came with being the head of the Bridgerton household. Anthony carried so much on his shoulders, more than anyone realized. And now, as his wife, those responsibilities were something you would share with him.

“Anthony,” you began softly, lifting a hand to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the slight stubble on his jaw. “You don’t have to bear everything alone anymore. I’m here now. We’ll face it together.”

For a moment, he was silent, his gaze searching yours as though trying to find reassurance in your words. And then, with a deep breath, he nodded, his hand reaching up to cover yours. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just…I’ve spent so long thinking I had to do everything myself. It’s hard to let go of that.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words, but you understood. Anthony had always been the protector, the one who made sure everyone was taken care of. But who took care of him?

“I won’t let you do it alone,” you promised, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “We’re in this together. Always.”

Anthony’s grip on you tightened slightly, his lips brushing over yours in a tender, lingering kiss that spoke volumes of his gratitude. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the morning.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion.

“You deserve more than you realize,” you replied firmly, your fingers threading through his hair. “And I’m going to prove it to you every single day.”

The sincerity in your voice seemed to strike something deep within him, and for the first time, you saw the walls around Anthony’s heart begin to crumble. The guarded, stoic man who had always put others first was slowly allowing himself to let you in, to trust you with the pieces of himself he kept hidden from the world.

“God, I love you,” he whispered, his lips finding yours again, this time with more urgency, as though he needed to express everything he couldn’t put into words.

The kiss deepened, filled with the kind of passion that left you breathless, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as he pulled you closer. There was no rush, no desperation—just the two of you, tangled together in a moment of pure connection.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads pressed together as you smiled at each other. Anthony’s hand cradled the back of your head, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he whispered, “You’re everything to me.”

You were about to reply when a knock on the door interrupted the intimate moment. Both of you froze, your hearts racing as you exchanged a quick glance. The outside world had come knocking, quite literally, reminding you that you couldn’t hide away forever.

Anthony sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before sitting up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I suppose that’s our cue,” he muttered, his tone tinged with reluctant resignation.

You smiled softly, watching as he moved to the edge of the bed. “It was nice while it lasted.”

Anthony turned back to you, his expression softening as he reached out to take your hand. “It doesn’t have to end,” he said quietly, pulling you closer. “We’ll have more moments like this. I promise.”

With that, he kissed your hand and stood up, reaching for his robe before heading to the door. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever awaited outside, knowing that your life with Anthony would be a balance of intimate moments and societal obligations.

As Anthony opened the door, you could hear the familiar voice of one of the household staff, informing him that breakfast was ready and that his mother was asking for the both of you. Anthony thanked them and closed the door, turning back to you with an apologetic smile.

“Well, it seems we’re expected,” he said with a sigh, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

You chuckled, slipping out of bed and reaching for your own robe. “Then let’s not keep them waiting.”

Anthony crossed the room in two strides, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pulling you against his chest. “We’ll have our time,” he murmured in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck.

Your heart fluttered at the feel of him, your smile widening as you leaned into his embrace. “I know,” you whispered, your fingers resting over his.

Together, you left the sanctuary of your room, ready to face the world as Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew that with Anthony by your side, you could face anything. The love you shared was a foundation stronger than any title or duty, and you would carry that with you as you stepped into your new life together.

The grand hallways of Bridgerton House stretched out before you as you and Anthony descended the stairs, arm in arm. Despite the intimacy of the morning, there was an undeniable shift now that you were entering the public eye. The world outside of your shared space awaited—one filled with expectations, family obligations, and societal pressures.

You cast a sideways glance at Anthony, noting the subtle tension in his jawline, the way his grip on your hand tightened slightly as you neared the main dining room. It was a reminder that, despite the intimacy you shared, he was still the Viscount, and his duty to his family and society weighed heavily on him.

As you both entered the dining room, you were greeted by the familiar sight of Lady Violet Bridgerton seated at the head of the table, her ever-poised demeanor firmly in place. Next to her sat Benedict, his usual mischievous smirk greeting you both as he raised an eyebrow at your arrival. Colin, already mid-conversation with Eloise, paused long enough to give Anthony a teasing look, while Daphne’s warm smile greeted you.

“Good morning, Viscountess,” Benedict quipped as he took a long sip of his tea, eyes dancing with amusement. “I trust the wedding night was… eventful?”

Anthony shot his brother a sharp look, but it was hard to miss the affectionate undertone behind his frustration. “Not that it’s any of your business, Benedict,” he replied dryly, pulling out a chair for you before taking his seat beside you. “But I’ll remind you to mind your tongue.”

“Come now, Anthony,” Colin interjected, his grin widening. “We’re all family here, aren’t we?”

Lady Violet cleared her throat, sending a pointed look at her sons. “Enough, boys. Let’s not turn this breakfast into a competition of teasing your brother.”

Her firm but gentle tone had its intended effect, and the Bridgerton brothers backed off with only a few chuckles between them. You couldn’t help but smile at the light-hearted banter, appreciating how deeply this family cared for one another despite their differences.

“I must say,” Daphne began, her gaze shifting toward you. “It’s wonderful to have you officially in the family. You’ve always been a part of it in our hearts, but now it’s official.”

Your heart warmed at her words, and you smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Daphne. I couldn’t ask for a better family to marry into.”

Violet’s eyes softened as she regarded the two of you, her hand reaching across the table to gently touch yours. “I couldn’t be prouder of you both. You’ve come so far, and I know you’ll be an excellent Viscountess.”

You felt Anthony’s gaze on you, and when you turned to him, you found his eyes filled with affection, though there was something else there—a quiet reverence. His thumb brushed over your hand in a subtle gesture of support, a silent acknowledgment of how much you both had grown together.

“Thank you, Lady Violet,” you replied softly, your voice carrying the weight of your gratitude.

Violet smiled kindly at you, but before anyone could say more, a maid entered the room and quietly informed Anthony that he was needed in his study for an urgent matter.

Anthony sighed, glancing at you with a look that conveyed his reluctance. “Duty calls,” he said, his voice tinged with resignation.

You nodded in understanding, squeezing his hand briefly. “Go ahead. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before rising from his seat and excusing himself from the table. The warmth of his lips lingered on your skin even after he had gone.

As Anthony disappeared into the hallway, the lively conversation resumed around the table. You tried to engage in small talk with Daphne and Eloise, but your thoughts kept drifting to Anthony and whatever business was pulling him away from you. The weight of being the Viscountess was already starting to settle on your shoulders, and you realized that there would be many moments like this—moments where Anthony’s responsibilities would take precedence over your personal time together.

Still, you knew that this was part of the life you had chosen, and you were determined to be the support Anthony needed, just as he had promised to be yours. Even if it meant occasionally sacrificing your own desires.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you turned your attention back to the table, pushing aside the thoughts of Anthony’s absence. You had a family here now, and with them came love, support, and endless conversations to distract you from the more pressing concerns.

But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were only going to become more complicated from here.

Later that evening, as the sun began to set and the house quieted down, you found yourself wandering through the estate, your footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. You had been hoping to spend more time with Anthony throughout the day, but he had been locked in meetings, dealing with matters concerning the Bridgerton estate and his responsibilities as Viscount.

It wasn’t until you reached the study, the soft glow of candlelight spilling out from beneath the door, that you paused. You hesitated for a moment before gently knocking, hoping you weren’t interrupting.

“Come in,” came Anthony’s familiar voice from within.

You slowly opened the door and stepped inside, finding Anthony seated at his desk, a pile of papers spread out before him. He looked up when you entered, a tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Am I disturbing you?” you asked softly, closing the door behind you.

Anthony shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “Never. I was just finishing up.”

You made your way toward him, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. “You’ve been in here all day.”

“I know,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “There’s just… so much to manage.”

Reaching out, you placed your hand on his, your fingers curling around his in a gesture of comfort. “You don’t have to do it all at once, you know.”

Anthony looked up at you, his expression softening. “I know. But I don’t want to burden you with all of this.”

“You’re not burdening me,” you replied firmly, squeezing his hand. “We’re a team, Anthony. You don’t have to face any of this alone.”

For a moment, he was silent, his gaze locked with yours. And then, with a soft sigh, he stood from his chair, pulling you into his arms. “What did I do to deserve you?” he murmured against your hair.

You smiled, resting your head against his chest. “You’re a good man, Anthony Bridgerton. And I love you.”

Anthony’s arms tightened around you, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “I love you too.”

As you stood there in his embrace, the weight of the day slowly melted away. In this quiet moment, it was just the two of you, and that was all that mattered.

[cursedcola]

Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle (Here!), Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. I've been thinking about maybe programming a small fan-made mini-otome using these ideas. Just for some practice for school while also being self indulgent hehe

Azul Ashengrotto

Fortune. Azul is one fortunate soul. At least, not he thinks himself to be.

and to think that it's because of sheer luck. He did not work for you. He did not climb or claw or plan for you. He did nothing.

No, you chose him. You saw him at his lowest and decided that he was worth becoming friends with. You actively sought him out...just to spend time at his side. Regularly. You enjoyed Azul's company

and over time, he grew to enjoy yours. Immensely. Like a giddy school-girl, his heart fluttered at the thought of you and all his notebooks were covered in doodle hearts.

This was it for him. Azul is a one and done kind of man. It’s you or it’s no one. Which means that it obviously is going to be you because hello??? Azul is not a quitter.

During your younger years as students….he may have been a bit too ambitious. In other words, Azul has proposed many times

And in turn has been rejected. Many. Times.

It began passively. He’d mention here and there his future plans for after schooling. Try to talk himself up, yeah? He’s going to be a big business man, isn’t that just perfect husband material? He can take care of you easily so there’s no need to stress.

Naturally you pushed off these moments as daydreaming and casual joking. Nothing serious. So he ups his game. It just so happens that he mistakenly got a bridal magazine in the mail…oh, look at these dresses and suits! So fancy. So beautiful…oh, you would look absolutely darling in one.

….oh sweet merciful seven please take the HINT. He is LITERALLY throwing himself at you

He ups his game. Again. A romantic candle lit dinner for two. The works. Jazz music, slow dancing, good company, and the casual proposal y’know just your average date.

You have to be doing it on purpose

In your defense. He did not flat out say “will you marry me,” because he chickened out. Instead he asked if you’d like to live with him after graduation as…roommates.

The world is out to get this poor man. It is. It truly just wants him to crash and burn in embarrassment. The way you laughed and went “I think we’re a bit more than that, don’t you think?” HAUNTS him

He screamed into his pillow that night. For hours. Floyd still gives him shit for it

Life continues this way. For reasons unknown…he just couldn’t bring himself to be direct. Which is so unlike Azul considering he spent years toughening himself up.

Maybe deep down he did fear that things wouldn’t work out. A merman and a human…what if you did not want to lige in the sea? What if his body could not sustain human form for long term? Maybe he wanted you to take initiative and prove him wrong. Eventually he did give up.

At least until you both aged into the “roommates”he dreamed about. There were trials and compromise. He never thought to have two homes, one by the ocean and one literally inside of it. Life was perfect….just without the title. And on one random night, Azul thinks “One more time,”. No elaborate ruse. No trickery to get you to ask him. Just….

“Will you marry me?,” Azul whispered into your shoulder. You both lay together in your shared bedroom with nothing but the sound of crashing waves coming in from the outside. Your steady breathing halts, proving that you heard him. With a sigh, he reaches to massage your scalp, “I do not know if you have realized by now…no, I am sure of it. No one is that dense. I won’t pry for why you have ignored my past attempts…all I ask is that you answer this. Will you marry me, (Y/N)? Having you at my side has truly made me the most fortunate man alive,”

{ A black pearl over a gold band. One of the most ultimate displays of wealth. Azul is well aware that this is not the traditional pathway. He could have easily acquired a ‘genuine’ Pearl, perhaps a diamond - but no. You are a rarity. A true jewel. Only a ring worthy to reflect that is worth buying. You were the most unexpected thing and are now the most cherished. This ring represents that,}

Jade Leech

The want caught him by surprise one day, which is rare. Jade is never thrown off guard. At least, not easily.

Then again, you have always been the most difficult person for him to predict. Something he finds very charming since there is always an upbeat atmosphere wherever you go. If his days were a dimming flame, you would be just the right amount of Co2 to spark some fun - not that he would easily admit to it.

Albeit so, Jade is not blind to his emotions. He hides them well underneath a polite smile - but they are there. He is aware of them.

Which is why he snatched you up early on. A relationship was the last thing he thought to find on the surface (or in general, honestly), but Jade knows what he wants when he sees it.

He merely asks you on a date with confidence. You accept, and the process repeats until an unspoken bond formed between the two of you. Not a soul in the nearby vicinity would dare make a move on you with his lingering presence. Jade was pacified, entertained, and happily content with your circumstance.

A circumstance that Jade gets maybe a bit too comfortable with. Just like surprise, it takes a lot for Jade for feel secure. The only person he has truly felt that with is his brother. This lack of overbearing responsibility, where something is being unspoken. No ulterior motive or underlying tone in your actions that make him have to over-analyze.

In the beginning he thought of your bluntness as an extra entertainment factor. Something that he could count on to make those brief unpredictable situations amusing. Yet, as time passed he notices that it's comforting. When he's with you, Jade turns his brain off. Not entirely, of course. He still needs to throw in witty quips and fluster you at LEAST twice per day.

but it's different. It's a different comfort than what he feels with his sibling or with his friend. It's new, and strangely similar to how he feels when he forages while hiking. Perhaps finding peace in another person...maybe there is merit. Hah. Yet another surprise.

On an evening long past curfew, Jade was tending to his botany collection and miniature greenhouse. You sat on his bed, watching videos on your phone. It was almost like you weren't there with him, yet not since he felt your presence. However, there was no pressure to talk or be attentive. He found himself enjoying your presence alone, and it slipped.

"If this is how our days will be when we live together, then perhaps sharing one life is not as inconceivable as I once thought," he said amidst trimming one of his herb plants. Jade turns curiously when he hears a thump from behind, and sees you gawking at him. You had lost your grip on the cell phone, and it fell to the ground.

He eyes you suspiciously. What's startled you? He doubts that any video could render you speechless.

....he spoke aloud, yes? Not in his head. Now it's Jade's turn to lose his composure.

Another surprise, but this is his own doing. Jade has not had a slip of the tongue since his childhood. Even then it was rare. He's never experienced this kind of mess-up...yet, you don't appear appalled.

Jade places the clippers down, and coughs into his gloved hand, "well, it appears I have gotten a loose tongue. It must be from your influence, no doubt". He stands, and moves to sit next to you on his bed, "I've never spoken out of place before, you know. Do you know what this means? I've become weak...and perhaps it it is time you take responsibility for these newfound emotions. I fully intend for many moments like these to happen, and for you to not leave my side. When it is time to leave this place, I believe you will join me. No, I am certain of it"

{An eye of lapis. A reminder that he is always watching - waiting, to see you again. The gem is not see-through. It’s a tough stone. Yet it is beautiful and is appreciated nonetheless. Enough said}

Floyd leech

At first, you believed him to have an obsession. Many did, actually.

The judgement isn't uncalled for either. Floyd's emotions towards you are very strong. With the way he loves to tease and follow you around - he's got a deep attachment. He's always demanding your attention, pulling you from your duties, starting trouble, and nosy. Floyd is oh so nosy and into everything in your life.

You're a toy. His little Shrimpy. The plaything that he absolutely adores and loves to watch. You're the Friday night sitcom to his late-90s grandma.

That's how you see it because that's how he portrays it. With others in agreeance, it is easy to overlook the small undertones in his actions. Especially since he's a touchy and emotional person normally.

Somehow, Floyd had himself tricked as well. He didn't akin his emotions to obsession, but he did think that you were a toy that he would

eventually out-grow. At the start, it really was just a game for him. He liked your reactions and therefore decided to keep you around.

Yet, he never got bored. Eventually the fun events around you stopped being what he found interesting, and instead he liked you alone. Floyd being Floyd instantly tried to confess this, not wanting to waste another minute. Yet you never believed him.

He brushed it off. You'd come around. Not a day went by without him by your side. To the average onlooker (and you, to Floyd's dismay) this still appeared normal. Weeks past by like nothing.

Only the people closest to Floyd see the small giveaways. Like how he glares holes into the mirror portal every morning, or gets snappy with customers if you take too long to visit the Monstro Lounge at night. There's a booth saved, every evening with no student brave enough to go near it unless they want their head chopped off.

When he gives you a 'squeeze,' he never wraps his arms around your stomach. He instead smothers your head and goes tightly around the shoulders. Your squeezes are special. He loves them.

or the name 'Shrimpy'. How he says it to you in public, but in private he occasionally lets your real name slip out. This normally happens during moments when he feels "bored,"(i.e has nothing to talk about) or lighthearted (the rare moments when you get him to relax). Floyd has never said that name with anything other than a positive emotion, despite his mood swings. Shrimpy is his calling card for you, and only his. Yet your name is different. He feels a tummy-twisting kind of weird when he says it.

but the biggest change is Floyd's attitude towards danger when it comes to you. Before, he thrived on it. He liked to hear your stories and be part of the fun. He took joy from the scary adventures you got wrapped into; heck, he was one of them.

Now he gets morbid. Not like how he was before, with eerie threats and a suspenseful aura. He never actually acted unless told to do so, since the over-blots and delinquent students were your problem, not his.

One afternoon, you didn't show up to have lunch with him. That already made him irritable since you know better than to no-show. Did you want a squeeze? Huh, Shrimpy? He'll give you one later.

Then two students come in, all snickering and acting suspicious. Strike two. Now Floyd is upset AND annoyed. Others in the area can feel the animosity in the air.

"Did you see their face? Psh. That'll teach some snot-nosed no-mag to act all mighty. If they know what's good for them, they'll go back to whatever sh*t-hole they came from alrea-" The no-face couldn't finish his sentence. Not with one of the infamous Leech twins gripping his arm tight enough to snap bone.

Floyd smiled, "oh~ So you're the reason my little shrimp isn't eating lunch with me, aren't ya? So. What'd ya do? C'mon guys, I want to know what 'lesson' ya taught, " as Floyd spoke, his grip gradually tightened and he stared straight into the other student's eyes. Each word came out harsher than the last.

They broke quick, as he suspected. With a rough shove Floyd pushed them aside to find you. He had their faces memorized. Let them live in fear for a bit until he collects due payment. For now?

Floyd finds you at your home. He doesn't bother to knock and bursts through the front door, only to see you nursing a black eye on the couch with some ice. He wastes no time in taking it and kneeling in front of you.

Floyd holds the ice to your eye - a bit too harsh- and clenches his jaw when you wince. You won't meet his eyes and it only pisses him off more, "Oi. Look at me," and you do with your one eye. "Why didn't you call me. Why'd you not show up," You sigh and reach a hand to cover his, "because I knew you'd be pissed... I handled it, okay? No need to fake the whole 'I will protect you, my little Shrimpy' scenario. We both know that's not your thing, "

You're wrong. It's not a scenario. You can dismiss his flirting all you want, but even Floyd has a limit. Do you not see how absolutely wreaked overhearing those airheads made him? He's going to do worse than you can think. He won't kill them. No, he'll make sure that no one messes with you anymore. You can't see it, but on the inside he is over it. Done. Finished. Officially has 0% patience.

"Did you know that every time you spout crap like that, it pisses me off? I don't 'act,' because that's boring. I'm not lyin' when I say I like you, and you better start believin' it because I'm over the niceties. If someone messes with you, they mess with me. You're in deep (Y/N) and I'm not letting go, so wait here while I handle some little pests. I love ya. I act this way BECAUSE I love ya. Quit denying me already,"

No one will ever mess with you again. Not with the sparkly little gem on your ring finger, tying you to one of the largest and most threatening groups in the undersea world to date.

{ An aquamarine tear. In all honesty, Floyd did not put much thought into his gem. It sparkled. It is the color of his hair streak (or close to it). He imagined it on your finger and thought that it would stand out - ensuring that anyone and everyone could see it. He thought of your possible expression upon seeing it, and was sold}

[jeoncasino]

Prospects | teaser |

Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?

Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]

Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.

Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, my characters are flawed don’t expect them to be perfect.

Warnings: jealousy.

⋆ †₊ Series Masterlist

Minors do not interact.

“So, what are we having today, Mr. Jeon? Will you get me a cookie again?” you teased, looking up at him from behind the counter with those captivating eyes Jeongguk couldn’t get enough of lately.

He smiled sheepishly. “You know you owe me eight bucks, right?”

You gasped. “Hello? You literally beg me to take your cookies!” Pointing a finger at him, you both laughed. Just as he was about to defend himself, a stern voice interrupted.

“Y/n, I can take over if you’d like. Go on your break now.” Your shift manager, Namjoon, appeared beside you, pushing you aside with his hip in a friendly manner, trying to lighten his previous tone. After apologizing to Jeongguk and saying it was your duty to follow your manager’s orders, you left.

Jeongguk was immediately irritated. This wasn’t the first time Namjoon had come between you two, always trying to distract you and take you away from him whenever he had the chance. It was obvious that the man you called your best friend didn’t plan on staying friends forever, and the only one who couldn’t see it was you. The funny part? Jeongguk didn’t know why that bothered him most.

Both men, irritated by each other’s presence, exchanged heavy, intense gazes. Namjoon spoke first. “Your order?”

Jeongguk leaned over the counter, gripping the edges so hard his knuckles turned white. “Pull this move one more time, and I’ll get you fired,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Mr. Jeon,” Namjoon mimicked, “I’m just trying to take your order.”

Jeongguk fumed. “Cut the act, Namjoon. You know you hate that she likes me, even after you’ve tried to throw dirt on me just to get a chance,” Jeongguk stepped back. “Which, by the way, is nonexistent.”

And just like that, Jeongguk broke the moment and walked out of the café.

Author: what do we think what do we thinkkk, yall liked it yall hated it lmkk. if any of you are interested in joining the taglist for these series also lmk!!

This is a work of fiction. The scenes, characters and events depicted are purely fictional and not intended to represent real-life procedures or individuals. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not use this story as your own.

@jeoncasino 2024 ©

[yestrday]

do u have any more crumbs abt crazy, tiny, will scratch and bite me if provoked (kinky....) housewife scara? 🙏 LAWDDD ABOVE, ur writing is too good.

notes: anything for my babygurlll 💪💪

( jealousy, masochism <- reader, sadism <- kuni, slight blood, slight nsfw mentions, mentions of cheating, no one cjeats, possessive behavior )

"... what else do we need? fish, chicken... ah, we ran out of sichuan pepper just yesterday too... hm, i think our rice is running low too. hey, [y. name], run over to the rice section and get us some—" kuni turns to you, and a scowl etches on his features as puts his hands on his hips. "wipe that stupid look off your face, we're in the grocery."

you don't know how being in the grocery is relevant to anything, but you do kind of know about what stupid look he's talking about. maybe he's referring to the way you're slumped on the grocery cart handle, grinning widely with a hand cupping your cheek as you stare all moony-eyed at your pretty husband. straight from the house with a lilac apron on and clutching a hurriedly written grocery list, he was the perfect image of domesticity. your partner, glaring at you right now through those bewitching purple eyes and—

SLAP! "cut. that. out!" kuni growls under his voice, pulling your hair towards his height and looking all menacing like despite the red blush on his cheeks. "you're embarassing me in public!" you stop the slight moan coming from your mouth, as well as the comment to point out his hypocrisy. some onlookers look like they want to interfere, but one look at your heart eyes and blushing face makes them deter at the realization that you're both freaks.

"sorry, sorry~" you coo, bringing him into a hug and nuzzle your face into his neck. though his hands lay limp at his sides, he doesn't squirm and only buries a pout into your skin. "you're just super duper a thousand times cuter today than usual, y'know~ i couldn't help myself!"

"you said that yesterday and the day before that and everyday before that!" kuni grumbles softly. "now i'm starting to wonder if you actually mean it."

you gasp softly, pulling him away by the shoulders and looking into his eyes. "now how can you say that?"you ask, feigning hurt. "you should know how deeply and madly i'm in love with you, right? my darling cute kuni, who makes me lose all rationality whenever i stare at him..."

kuni rolls his eyes at your dramatic confession. "oh, please—"

"... [y. name]?"

an unsure voice cuts him off, and the two of you quickly glance at the wide-eyed man staring at the both of you with a grocery basket hanging off his shoulder. a spark of realization lights up in his eyes when he finally takes a better look at your face, and he grins happily at you. "[y. name]! it really is you! fancy running into you here!"

anyone talking to you should ready themselves for a beating from kuni, who already has a scowl deeply etched on his face, but you quickly step forward before things can escalate. he glances up at you, and he furrows his brow at the relatively normal demeanor you've put up. "kyle!" you grin with a tone that makes kuni bristle. "good to see you here. your girlfriend got you running errands?"

"h-how'd you know?"

you laugh. "just a hunch. from the way she's been ranting to her department about how she does all the chores anyway." you slap a hand to his shoulder. "help your girlfriend out too. sharing chores is quite a great way to bond. why, i'm actually here with my hus... band..."

your voice trails off when you see kuni staring daggers into kyle. you chuckle a bit nervously, afraid that he might materialize an actual dagger out of nowhere (he was in the habit of being a tad murderous). "well, currently not in the best of moods, but my lovely wife's here with me."

thankfully, kyle's not the brightest man, so he's quite unaware of all the homicidal thoughts running around kuni's brain as he offers a respectful bow. "hello, mr. [l. name]! i'm [y. name]'s junior. they've been a great help to me and sadie ever since we entered the company!" he offers out a hand for a good ol' shake, but kuni only sneers at it and hides behind your back. kyle is left dumbfounded, stretching his hand towards air.

"inazumans... don't shake hands," you smile as you make up a reason. you can feel kuni burying himself in your back, his sharp nails digging into your hips as a warning. you try to maintain your composure and suppress the blush on your face. "anyways, we've gotta run. kuni's still got cooking to do!"

"n-no worries, [y. name], i'll see you this monday. a-and..." kyle nervously fidgets with his basket and avoids eye contact with you. "you can come over for dinner after work with us anytime. me and sadie do owe you a lot... really. it's..." kyle's blush deepens and he bites his lip— a nervous habit you're familiar with. "... it's the least we can do."

when kyle dashes off, you and kuni finish the rest of the groceries in silence. that make syou a little nervous, especially since you were half-expecting (awaiting, more like it) for him to just pin you to the nearest wall as soon as kyle was out of the picture. you two load the groceries in your car in silence, all while you give kuni nervous side-glances.

finally settled in the driver's seat, and kuni stormily cross-armed beside you, you try to catch his eye. "kuni...?" you ask in a breathy nervous half-laughter. "what's wrong?"

hyou flinch at how much venom is in his voice and ignore how it's making you feel down there. "someone tried to ask you out in front of me!" his voice is shaking. "and you're gonna have the fucking audacity to ask me what's wrong?!"

"they're just my co-worker, kuni, i promise," you try to soothe him. "it's not like i was gonna take them up on their offer anyway. why would i, when i got y—"

"liar!" you wince as his voice shrills in your ear. "if you weren't planning to, then you should've just turned them down, right in front of me. no, you were planning to, weren't you?" he leans over and jabs a finger into your chest, glaring up at you with those sharp purple eyes. "you were planning on going with them after work, huh? then what?"

"i had no plans, kuni." you try to reach a hand out to stroke his hair, but he quickly grabs it and digs his nails into you. you stare into his eyes. "i promise."

kuni scowls, and you don't even know why you bother. once he gets into this possesisve, irrate mood, nothing can abate him till he lets all the stress out. "liar," he growls, and reaches over and pulls the handle to lay the driver's seat flat.

you fall back with a hard thump, and kuni wastes no time in straddling you in your seat and grabbing you by the collar. "you filthy, fucking liar. how dare you play around with me, your husband, huh? what the hell were you gonna do with them, anyway?! eat dinner, then what? let them fuck that slutty mouth of yours till you go stupid?" he sneers "i know how good you look doing that. i bet everyyy guy and his wife in your office is itching to get a taste of you."

oh. ohhhh. oh gosh, car play? your heart is beating a thousand miles per second, and your blush deepends as kuni's other hand digs into your torso painfully. oh archons. kuni mistakes the blush on your cheeks for something else, and his eyes become positively stormy.

"filthy bitch," he spits, digging even deeper until he draws blood. you whimper in arousal as you feel the familiar warm trickle from your torso. "what, you get off to fantasizing about your whole office fucking you?" you try to shake your head, telling him that it's him making you like this and no one else, but he swoops in to steal a kiss before you can say anything.

it's nothing like the sweet kisses you steal from him when you walk out the front door. it's feral, animalistic. he's biting on your lips till he draws blood and sucking on your tongue until your brain goes numb from the tingling. he lets out a haughty smirk as he pulls away, the trickle of drool connecting your lips till it breaks.

"thaat's better," he sighs, slumping back and getting a good look at your blissed out face. "just a little kiss and you're all fucked out for me just like this.

"just like how it should be."

[jymwahuwu]

Lately I’ve been thinking about Yingxing wanting a sweet little spouse and keeping them in the house… You need help rubbing bubbles on his back… a traditional husband >_<

CW: yandere, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome (a bit), (implied but not described) dub-con

Blade is more open-minded… He basically follows the Stellaron Hunters through various galaxies, takes care of each other with the members, and has witnessed countless cultures and stories... But Yingxing? A weaponsmith. A proud weaponsmith, obsessed with forging those miraculous weapons. What Yingxing needs is more…traditional. A sweet spouse, waiting for him at the door. Prepare bath water of suitable temperature. Cook food and keep it warm. Taking care of some of his…needs. Keep the little house tidy. Sleep together at night.

The place where Yingxing lives is not considered luxurious in Xianzhou. Even though he was already famous in Luofu at that time… orders and commission inquiries flew into his electronic workbench like snowflakes in the sky. He doesn't need a gorgeous house, practicality is the most important. Basic packages. Room, living room, kitchen, bathroom, work room, small garden, weapon forging station. He doesn't know much about dating… Baiheng jokingly teaches him the skills of dating and starting conversations. He still doesn't quite know. You look frightened. He's getting more and more frustrated… He doesn't mean to scare you. Yingxing just wants to start as a friend and then develop into your lifelong spouse.

Locking you in a house was not part of the plan. it's not like that.

Your fragile lips quivered, tears streaming down your cheeks, still wearing the same clothes you had before you were taken away. At the door is a lock forged from space materials. Can't open. You asked him, pretending to be relaxed, when it was time to go home. And Yingxing just uses cutlery to put the dumplings into your bowl. He thought delicious dumpling fillings might comfort you.

And you interpreted it as "shut up".

Those Xianzhou suspense novels and TV shows can’t be forgotten in your mind. What’s next? You're scared, this weaponsmith might scold you, be mean to you, punch you in the face… No one knows. No one saves you. In those first few weeks, you were always frightened, sobbing to sleep because of these assumptions, and having nightmares one after another. The list of chores displayed on the screen on the wall is truly insane. You're not his spouse or anything.

One night, this speculation reached a critical point. Yingxing arrived home later than usual. He's going to pull out a weapon and bury you. You think, just outside in the little yard. The storm begins to gather in your eyes, blurring your vision-

A wrinkled flower, the petals at the corners have been ravaged. Yingxing pressed the petals straight with her fingertips and thumbs, but they still bounced back. Like a little awkward. He sighed. "…Sorry…I heard people like to receive gifts on dates…"

You stretched out your hand, picked up the flower, sniffed and complained. "Squashed. Insincere."

"I will pay attention next time and bring you new flowers tomorrow."

Yingxing found that you have gradually integrated into the life at home and started to do housework. Although you still cross your arms to show that you don’t want to do certain chores or sit on his lap. You start to put in warm and moderate bath water. Cook some food. When he opened the door, your eyes lit up and you unconsciously moved closer to him. Not perfect. You still complain, especially after not being able to get permission to step out of the house. Getting permission to walk around the yard and the forge was a concession.

Yingxing takes a cat home. It was a kitten that he found clinging to his side while he was working. Creamy white and orange hairballs. She stretches her limbs, says hello, takes a nap, and plays with a ball of yarn.

The two of you decide to raise her together.

[happypotato48]

Wandee Goodday EP 2 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

"Previously on Wandee Goodday Z. Doctor Wandee set his eyes on Mr. perfect Doctor Ter, but before the battle even starts our hero Dee got hit with the "I only like women." now after humiliated defeat, Dee rise up to meet his new challenger Yor-yak Phadetseuk. can our hero finally get to taste delicious victory or it he going to forever be consign to life of vanillaness. find out in this episode of Wandee Goodday Z!"

To zab or not to zab? an age old question, asks to themself by every repressed Homos that ever live.

Bitch! you just got offered free dick. and this hunk of a dick nonetheless. get off your high horse and go ride this bull of a man instead!

So you people probably figured this out by now. but yes Fluke is a really poppular thai boy name for millennials and gen z. i literally knew like 10+ different Flukes form just my school days alone.

Cher can you share your man with me. pretty please 🥺

Fuck you! how dare you wink your god dang eyebrow like that! เห็นใจคนไม่มีผัวหน่อยสิครับ.

Eyebrows!

Men, can't kill them, can't live without them.

Ok wtf, how is this dumb horny show give me the feels right now. Ohhhh those eyes, god damn those eyes. it's like staring into a hazy morning field touched by a gentle first daylight. i wish i could get lost in them forever..... anyway Hot man me likey!

I don't go there but Yak fursuit game is weak. forking amature smh.

Tank tops! hubba hubba. thank you show for putting all the men in tank tops. i will forever be in your debt.

No thank you. i really don't like this trope of a character getting saves from sa that so prevalent in BL and romance genre in general.

This man is a husband material, Dee. you better not break this poor man's heart. or i swear to all the lords of hell, i will bring down calamity on your ass.

Oh hello stereotypical gossipy gay. your kind was one of the first queer representations we got on thai tv. you walked so these BL boys could run, thank you for your service.

He's so beautiful. i love him and his magnificent eyebrows so much.

Cool grandma! i love her style so much. also loved that she asked Dee how the hell he still can't find a man. freaking savage.

จะเอาหัวเอาหางหรือจะเอากลางตลอดตัว ก็ได้จ่ะ.

"Moan harder" and "play with that longer" i'm fucking dead. this is so hot! ahhhh yessss i love this so much. this is how you do sexy. other BLs take some fucking notes!

This is so fucking tender. my heart is melted.

Oh my, this Ep whewwww. the tenderness expressed by Yak is something that i didn't know i needed, but i'm 100% loving every goddamn second of it. Great is such a great actor (pun intended.) and this version of Yak is already better than his book counterpart.

[tarotwithavi]

Why do people fall for you?

A short reading on why do people fall for you beautiful ❤

Piles : 1-2-3

This is a general reading so take what resonates and leave the rest.

Please read : I'm going through a rough time and I'm in dire need of money. So I would be grateful if you would purchase a reading from me.

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Pile 1

Hello pile 1 so the first message I'm getting is that people fall for you because they see you as someone who can bring more prosperity and abundance into their life  . People see you as a lucky charm and you  give off the vibes of someone who is very fulfilled and has a lot to give. People fall for you because they see you as someone who is always learning and has a lot of knowledge on various topics. They are also for you because of your authenticity and of your uniqueness. I am also getting that people fall for you because they see you as someone who is very outgoing and fun loving and they also fall for you because they see potential in you that you are someone who is going to succeed in life. People also fall for the way you represent yourself , you may have a very unique clothing style or the way you dress up is very unique or the type of makeup you use or the type of hair color you have. You might have something very unique about you that people fall for instantly. I am also getting that people fall for you because they see you as a star. They see you as someone who is going to bring a lot of happiness into their life. You might have people who are very attached to you because of this and I am also getting that some people want to suck your positive energy so please protect yourself. Another thing I am picking up on here is that people fall for your intelligence and your personality . You might have people who want to be with you or who want to be YOU. you might have people who always copy your style or the way you talk or even the way you walk. People fall for you because they see you as someone who is very mysterious and they can't put you in a certain box and that is always bothering them because you are someone that can't be put under a certain criteria.

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Pile 2

Hello pile two, the first message I'm getting is that people fall for you because they see you as someone who is just like them, they fall for you because they see certain parts of themselves in you and they fall for you because you match their energy and their vibes . People also fall for you because they think that being with you will solve most of their problems. They also think that having a relationship with you or just being in your circle will balance out their life. I am getting that you might be famous or popular among the opposite gender because you are very attractive. Your Energy is very attractive to people and your energy might Trigger some people who are having problems in their life , because people see you as someone who has everything sorted out in their life and has no problems or difficulties in their life. This might be a random message for you but I am seeing that a person is lying to you and is using your assets in a wrong way. They might lie to you about being broke or something but they are using you so be careful of this person. Okay so I am getting that people fall for you because they see you as someone who rose from the ashes, they see you as someone who has overcome a lot of difficulties in their life and has become a better person. People admire this about you. You have the ability to make the best out of every situation. You might have been through a great transformation or even a glow up and people are falling in love with my pile 2 . People fall for you because they see you as a perfect candidate for a relationship or even marriage. They see you as a perfect wifey/husband material. People have seen you transform from having nothing to having everything they ever wished for.

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Pile 3

Oh my god Pile 3 you have such nice energy. I am getting that you are very nice and by this, I mean extremely nice. You have helped people when they were going through the worst stages in their life and you have stayed with them all the time they were going through that situation and have helped them to become a better person . People fall for you because they see you as someone who is not going to leave them for money or anything like that . They see you as someone who is going to stay with them for the rest of their lives and they see you as someone whom they can trust with all their heart. I am also getting that people see you as someone who is not lusting after material things but rather after an emotionally fulfilling relationship. I'm getting that for some of you , you have a person who is very much in love with you and this person might be a virgo or water sign. They might have gone through a recent break up but they will contact you soon. People fall for you because they see you as a shoulder to cry on, they see you as someone who is very trustworthy and loyal. people fall for you because you give off very pleasant energy. People fall for you because they think that they won't have any regrets over trusting you as a person and I'm also getting that you bring out a lot of positive emotions in people. You might have people saying that "oh I have never felt this emotion" Or "you have no idea what you're doing to me" . I am also getting that you might have people who are already in a relationship crushing over you because they sort of regret that they didn't have a relationship with you or that you are not their current partner. They wish that you would be their current partner .

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[tonycries]

Tell nonny drop the @ so a tall sub woman can slide in their dms 😔 "i can grab her"??? Hello thats modern day romeo and juliet!! Also hdjsk you and me on the same wavelength bc i absolutely did mean to say baby daddy and not sugar daddy in that one ask but i agree but i drooled over it regardless 🥵 to apologize i will now tell u how much time i hc it will take for sugar daddy jjk to fall in love w their sugar baby : nanami (starts falling around 5 months and is in love by 9 months), gojo (2 months for him to admit it but probably like 3 weeks in lol), geto (hmmm....7 1/2 months) sukuna (he doesnt love you. whore) and then chocho and toji are dq'd bc sugar babiessss heheh

DJHSDJS TALL NONNIE COME OUTT YOU HAVE ANOTHER ADMIRER HERE 😭😭

And ahaha I thought soo but I was also like mhm sugar daddies yum 😋😋 And YES so true about Gojo falling in love the fastest, honestly two months is a stretch too - I give it about two weeks.

Don't break my heart like that I CAN and WILL change daddy Sukuna okay 😔

But also on the topic of baby daddies, lemme rank how good they are as baby daddies real quick:

Nanami - 11/10 wtf, husband material he treats you like a QUEEN and EVERYONE is gonna know. Definitely puts a massive ring on it too if he hasn't already.

Gojo - 9.5/10 money money money buys out every single baby store in Tokyo. Deffo cries when the baby is born, only downside is he probably whines for attention, too.

Geto - 9/10 a single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and never stops - except Geto is the single mom. Jkjk but he's already raised two daughters, ughhh he'd be so perfect.

Choso - 7.5/10 has absolutely NO idea what to do but he's such a cutie oh my god. If Gojo was crying when the baby was born, Choso here was just outright BAWLING okay? Give him love pls.

Sukuna - 5/10 either he accidentally tries to eat the kid or spoils him rotten okay. Deffo primes the baby to be an heir, RIP your sanity when you have both Sukuna AND a mini-Sukuna running around.

Toji - 3/10 I mean we all know how this one goes.

[coltrainbat]

Ari is divorced and moving out of the house to an apartment where he meets a happy married, reader with big breasts. Her husband is out of town one day, she and ari have intense sexual one night stand

Neighbours

A/N: I'm baaaaccckkkkk and as always I have something to say ☺️ I am in love with Ari Levinson. Great request but I have to ponder... If reader is “happily married” then why would she cheat? I feel like her being married adds absolutely nothing to the plot, so we are gonna change it to obsessed ex because like… mi no comprehend how happy = cheating. Also, I feel cheating can be triggering for some.

I also think I forgot how to write so please give feedback on this one, like why are some bits in past tense??? Idk I'm insecure validate me 🥺

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving, m receiving), dirty talk, sex, orgasm, P in v, Daddy kink (naturally), hair pulling, spit, shitty exes, swearing.

You sat in your apartment, comfy on the couch and freshly single. While most people would see this as a great time to spend their Friday nights going to clubs, seeking for a new dick to get under – you found it the perfect time to bask in the freedom of having uninterrupted you time. That was until a knock at the door caught you off guard.

You sprung up with a groan, tip toeing to look through the peephole and find out who had the audacity to knock on your door at 10:30 on a Friday night.

“Brian” You muttered under your breath in a disdained tone.

Brian. Your whiny, dickish, loser ex. Who despite not having any concrete plans for life besides his regular Friday night strip club visit still thought you could prove yourself to be more “wife material’. By that he meant, on top of making dinner, picking him up at 2am from said strip club visits so he didn’t have to spend money on a Taxi. Safe to say, dumping him didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You pulled open the door, standing in your almost too small pyjama set. “Can I help you?”

“I think you can.” He gave you a sick smirk, closing the space between you by moving his hands towards your waist.

“Don’t fucking touch me Brian. We aren’t together.” Slapping his hand away.

“Don’t be a bitch, everyone hooks up with their ex.”

“Well, I don’t want so can you please leave?” You heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lobby and you got anxious at the thought of a neighbour witnessing this cringe worthy altercation.  

“I’m not leaving until you let me in.” He moved his foot past the threshold of the door frame, to prevent you from closing the door on his face.

“Brian you can’t-“

“She said leave.” A foreign voice sounded from down the hallway cutting you off, both your heads flung to the source.

The tall, brooding man had only been your neighbour for a week, you passed by each other with tight smiles both of you too occupied to say hello. But that didn’t stop you from getting a good look at him. He was handsome in a ruggish way, often only sporting shorts and wife beaters, sweat forming on his head as he lugged boxes into his apartment. You noticed the gold band on his large finger, yet no man or wife in sight. Yet, today there was no ring and he had swapped the wife beater for a button up shirt and jeans.

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian spat at the man who could beat him to a pulp with minimal effort. Ah Brian, always so confident for a man whose dick was the size of your pinky.

Your hide your face in your hands in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

“Ari, now I suggest you leave her alone.” He moved closer to you both, slightly moving his body in front of you, blocking Brian from entering.

“She’s my girlfriend and this was our apartment so I think I can stay but thanks pal.” Brian sounded confident but his voice waivered as he cranked his neck to look up at Ari.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Ari looked back at you, catching your eyes, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, that settles it so either you leave, or I make you leave.” Ari knelt a little, getting close to Brian’s face his voice was calm and level, but his eyes told Brian he wasn’t bluffing.

Brian huffed and made his way back down the hall, not before turning back “Enjoy her she’s a bitch but she’s slutty.”

Ari flashed a glowing smile and a prominent middle finger as he pushed his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“You, ok?”

“I’m used to it but thank you for helping he wouldn’t have never left if you didn’t step in.”

“Don’t worry about it but you look like you need a stiff drink – got anything good?”

“Tequila?”

“Perfect.” He purred, following you as you made your way to your small bar cart, catching a glimpse of the soft skin that hang out slightly from your pyjama shorts.

You grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap;

“You know your wife’s really lucky to have you around.” You spoke as you poured two shots.

“Ex-wife.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be she was my equivalent of him.” You both chuckled at the mutual understanding of horrible exes.

“Y/N, by the way.” You spoke as you handed him the novelty shot glass.

“Good to finally put a name to my pretty neighbour.” You blushed as you clinked glasses, both downing the burning liquid in sync.

“Another?” You smirked at him.

1 shot turned into 4 as you and Ari sat on your couch, bonding over stories of your exes’ antics and anxieties about re-entering the dating scene. Both losing track of time as the hours fell into early morning. But neither of you felt tired, invigorated by your conversation and the upper coursing through your veins.

“She did not!” You hand fell to your mouth as Ari recounted the story of walking in on his ex fucking his friend on their kitchen counter.

“She did.” He nodded slowly, sipping his beer as he recalled on the sight.

“Well, she’s crazy. I mean, why would anyone cheat on you… when they have well… YOU. God, I mean if I had my own version of sexy Jesus at home, I’d never leave bed.” Ari’s eyes went dark at your bold comment as the image of you and him in bed clouding his mind.

You swallowed hard, realising the tequila was speaking for you and you had invertedly just admitted you found your neighbour hot.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to say you were hot, I mean yes you are hot but-“

“Sexy Jesus?”  He crocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I mean you know with the hair and beard... like… Jesus”

“I’m Jewish.”

“So, you could possibly be a descendent of Jesus then.” You tried to muffle the laugh threatening to spill as your nonsensical statement. But Ari beat you to it, reaching forward in a fit of laughter, his hand grabbing his pecs.

“You are something else Y/N… in a good way, I see why your ex showed up at your door.”

“What can I say I’m very addictive.” You twirled your hand along the rim of your glass, avoiding his prominent gaze.

“Was he telling the truth about that last comment?”

“That I’m his girlfriend? No no we definitely broke up.”

“No, I meant that you’re slutty.”

Your eyes widened and the mouthful of drink you just sipped threatened to spit out.

“I mean that depends…”

“On…?”

“On your definition of slutty.”

“I took it as you were good in the sack.” He was leaning back on the couch now, his long arms stretched along the back, his hand deathly close to your neck.

“I am not “good in the sack”, I am fucking great in the sack.” You leaned in closer to his figure on the last line, your face getting closer to his. Slowly placing your drink onto the coffee table.

He licked his lips in hunger, shortly before he closed the space between you two, his hand falling to your cheek to pull you closer.

You closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft feeling of his beard against your skin as you explored each other’s mouths.

In a swift motion, his mouth never leaving yours, he placed his drink next to yours, moving his hand back to you cup your ass that was slowly raising itself off the couch.

Moving his hand downwards, hooking your leg over his lap so your chest was now pressed against his button up shirt. Not satisfied at the feeling of fabric against you, you pulled away to undo the buttons, revealing his tanned, hairy chest and the shiny gold Star of David chain.

His chest heaved, watching you eagerly as you fiddled with the buttons. “Oh, fuck it!” You ripped his shirt to reveal the delectable abs hidden underneath. Your mouth returning to his as you ran your hands through his dark, shiny locks. He shimmied the rest of the flannel off, hands going to the hem of your cami, eager to reveal the plump, delicious tits, constrained by the fabric. With a final pull over your head, your breasts bounced, hard nipples falling in place against his chest.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, pausing momentarily to admire the sight in front of him. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin down your neck towards your breasts.

His hands cupped the supple flesh, bringing it to his mouth as he sucked delicately on the hard nib. His eyes looked up at you past his long lashes as your head fell back in pleasure.

He moaned as your pulled on his hair. His hands, took a firm grip of your ass, raising his hips slightly, flipping you on your back with ease, you lay exposed across the couch. Leaping up to undo the zip of his jeans, shoes long discarded he stepped out of the worn denim. Your hands grabbed at the clothed, outline of his cock in his briefs, eager to taste the hunky man. Positioning yourself at the edge of the couch. Ari crouched his knees slightly, noting his height, eager to let you at your want.

Revealing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen and much bigger than Brian. You grabbed his base, kitty licking at the plump head, catching the loose drops of pre-cum that oozed from his red slit.

“Fuck Y/N, I knew you knew your way around a cock.” You smirked up at him as his hands pulled your hair into a ponytail, taking the hair tie from his wrist and securing it.

You placed the thick head in your mouth, pushing your spit onto his cock as you ran your lips up and past the head.

“You think you can take the whole thing baby?” He quipped at you.

Giving him a small nod, you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock as you slowly moved you head forward to let his cock push down your throat.

“Fuck baby! That’s it.” Ari’s hands clutched your ponytail tightly, edging his hips towards your head slowly.

You pulled out, looking up at him, with spit smothered around your lips “Don’t hold back Daddy.” Ari groaned roughly, head falling back at the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him calling him such a salacious name. It was all he needed to roughly fuck your throat, the sounds of your gags and wet, sloppy punctures filling the room.

He pulled your head back by your ponytail, you whined at the loss of his cock.

“You’re so good at it baby but I need that pussy.” He looked down on you with awe. You nodded, shuffling back onto the couch. Ari fell to his knees, head inches away from your pussy as he helped you pull your shorts down.

His mouth immediately went between your thighs, spitting on your exposed cunt before flattening his large tongue on your heat, leaving a long strip of warm, wetness from the skin above your ass to the tip of your clit. Sucking on the sensitive pearl as you mewled at the sensation. He moved downwards, nudging the tip of his tongue at your weeping hole as his beard brushed against your sensitive clit creating a sensation you have never experienced but was addictive. The bristles moving roughly against any inch of exposed skin.

“Ari please I need it!” You begged as you pushed his head closer to your core.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away to look up at your flushed face, sweat formed on your forehead. “What’d you call me?”

“Daddy, please fuck me.” You looked into his deep blue eyes, need in your voice.

“That’s better.” He smirked up at you, moving upwards to join you on the couch. You pulled him closer desperate to taste yourself on his lips. His movements slowed as he moved his hand to support your head pulling it back slightly to get deeper into the kiss.

Between the rushed, desperation appeared a moment of deep intimacy and want for the person in front of you. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly glided it through your wet folds, catching your deep moan as his length filled your tight, velvety interior.

Slowly, he moved in and out, eager not to go too far out and lose the sensation of finally being inside of you.

Letting out a deep groan as you ran your nails down his back, leaving long, red marks.

“Harder Daddy please… I need it.”

He looked at you, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, dipping his head down to give you a soft, wet kiss, pulling out, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, opening your mouth slightly as he spit roughly down your throat. You swallowed his spit greedily, flashing him an innocent smile which quickly faded as he pulled out to the edges of your entrance and thrusted roughly back in. You gasped at the sudden hit of his bulbous tip at your cervix. The repeated assault at your most sensitive core caused the coil inside you to tighten, your desperately grabbed at his large arms for stability, nails digging into his hard skin as your release rushed out of you and seeped down his length.

“That’s its baby let it out, fuck that makes me close.” His eyes darted between your two sexes, watching as the cream wrapped around his base like a decorative bow. His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his high, savouring the feeling of being inside of you amongst your juices.

He collapsed into the warm embrace of your chest, softly kissing the supple skin of your breast as you both breathed heavy post the best sex of your lives. As his now limp cock fell out of you along with the sticky, hot mix of your release.

Your eyes squinted at the sudden realisation of light pouring through your window, releasing it was now sunrise, tiredness took over you.

You shook the heavy man on you “Ari, it’s morning, do you want to come back to bed with me?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He steadied himself by his arms on either side of your head as he rose. Holding out his hand to help your shaky figure up and into the bedroom. Arms forming a tight grip on your hips as you hobbled towards your bed.

You both collapsing, ready to enjoy a well-deserved sleep.

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So about the parenting headcanons 👉👈 between miko, ei, and sara who do you think has it worse with experiencing pregnancies and who uses being pregnant to guilt you into doing stuff (ie waking you up at 3 in the morning to get you to make the food, get you rub their feet, or hold their belly)

Hello Anon! Since I didn't know what format to put this answer in, I'll just give you my honest, direct thoughts.

Who milks the pregnancy, you ask? I think the answer is obvious. 

Ah, so many opportunities, so many excuses! There is no way Yae Miko will resist the urge to act on them. Morning sickness? Perfect excuse to stay at home. Who will dare and try to downplay the Guuji's suffering anyway? Swollen, aching feet or hurting thighs? She'll lay down and call for you to do your husband's duty and give her a good massage. Feeling down? Get in the bed right now and cuddle her. You wouldn't want your wife to suffer in loneliness, right? Another plus of the situation is being showered in attention, affection and gifts. The people really want to get on Miko's good side, so they will give her plenty of interest and small, or not so small, material things. Silks, clothes and other baby utilities are piling up, much to her satisfaction. 

While Miko is having more or less the time of her life, Sara is struggling. The limited mobility forced her to quit work quite soon, even before the second trimester. It's not like she can stay upright for long without feeling faint anyway. Her nausea and occasional vomiting confined her to your house and the surrounding areas. Sara would rather not show her weakness to the public. Oftentimes she feels like a burden. She often feels disgust when seeing all the body changes occurring within her. The causes of the pressure on her insides is what she's most ashamed of. For a long time she's been hiding her soaked underwear, choosing to wash it herself so you wouldn't find out. She doesn't want to bother you, and even sees sleeping with her as some sort of a chore. Please, please tell her that it doesn't weigh you down. Tell her that she's strong and all of what she is experiencing is natural, and more a proof of her strength than of weakness. She knows that all the struggle will be worth it in the end, but… don't leave her facing this alone. 

Ei is in the sweet middle ground. She sees her perinatal motherhood as a test of her own might and resolve. The Archon chose to introduce the child into the world the human way. She understood all the consequences of her decision, and her will didn't waver since. Most of time is spent either inside the Plane of Euthymia, where she focuses on the feelings accompanying her child and, in later stages, it's very life, or outside in the palace by your side. Overall, she treats the nine months as a very private, individual experience for only the two of you, and takes all the struggles of it extremely well.

Thanks for reading!

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hello! can i ask for one punch man headcannons with mitsuri-like (demon slayer) s/o? they could be a hero with love based powers, like for example when they fight their powers make their opponents fall in love with them. of course they also have mitsuri's personality; very cheerful and full of love and admires basically everyone! (plus, the only reason they became a hero was to find a lover, just like mitsuri lol)

i'd like to request this with saitama, genos and garou please! thank youu :3

- 🫧 anon

─Saitama, Genos & Garou x mitsuri!reader

─Summary: some headcanons of you being you trying to find your loved one

—Warnings: none

ohhh more content for opm, ty 🫧 anon!

—You met him during the entrance exams, you were only there because you thought it would be easier to find a fiancé.

—Though you ended up taking the tests and becoming an S-class hero unintentionally.

—At first you're like Genos, although you weren't looking for someone to train you because you were already someone with good resistance and fighting qualities, you liked to admire Saitama.

—The interactions were rather dry on his part, he still doesn't know why you flatter him so much if you ever meet in battle.

—Because you were so insistent, he let you go to his house from time to time for tea or coffee.

—Though whenever you start spilling information about your quest for romance, he ignores you.

—Let's face it, Saitama isn't interested in love right now, so if you ever confess, it's going to end up being a refusal on his part.

—But if he sees you too discouraged by his harshness (because this man doesn't know how to say things tactfully), he will cheer you up by saying that he will help you find husband material.

—Poor bald man, he's going to lose his eyelashes trying to help you, but at least he made you happy knowing you'd have help.

—Extra points because he will make comments about your physical appearance affect you less.

—You met in a meeting with all the S class, Genos being the new one greeted you without knowing that inside your mind you were fantasizing about marrying him.

—Just look at him! He's a cyborg, what more could you ask for? He sounded perfect and his steadfast and peaceful demeanor only made you fangirl more.

—He definitely doesn't understand your occasional blushes when you look at other heroes, he will ask you on more than one occasion if you're sick or something.

—He admires your strength and sometimes he asks you to train with him, you don't need more, as long as you can spend time with a possible future fiancé you will be there.

—Unfortunately, Genos isn't focused on love, his only goal is revenge.

—Although that will not prevent you from continuing to admire him, filling him with praise in your mind.

—He is much softer than Saitama with words, but his problem is that he can express himself badly.

—It's okay, he'll also promise to help you find the right person, he'll register you on all the existing dating apps before you know it.

—Don't worry about what other people think about your appearance either, Genos will be throwing his worst look at them and he will tell you that external appearance is not a determining factor when it comes to maintaining a love relationship.

—He was looking for S-class heroes and he ran into you, with the bad luck that he had fought and been badly off before.

—You defeated him and he became unconscious, despite being a villain, you felt bad so you decided to take him to the hospital at the very least.

—Garou is an attractive guy and despite being on the opposite side, you were not going to underestimate his beauty and fighting style.

—He will look for you after that because he feels that he has been humiliated by someone not as recognized as some other heroes.

—You won't take his evil character seriously because you saw him interact with a child in a completely peaceful way the day before.

—You will play cat and mouse constantly, you started fantasizing about a 'forbidden romance' because of that.

—Garou will soon notice how you actually like seeing him, confused as fuck because you look happy that he's spending another night trying to hunt you down.

—You feel admiration to see how determined he is with his goals despite not being your same ideals, seeing someone so passionate makes your heart race.

—Unfortunately you know that Garou isn't that interested in you, let alone romantically for now, but that doesn't stop you from fantasizing about him.