#like a true gentleman lmao

[beachyserasims]

You can't tell me that the sims aren't real in some weird way, cause how did he get this spliff when it wasn't even in his inventory????

[millidew]

WAKES UP IN A COLD SWEAT. kaemugi utenanthy/rgu au. junko akio. monokuma chuu-chuu. it’s all coming together

[tea-of-destiny]

i will never not get whiplash listening to canon randall dialogues. sorry but that man is not yuri lowenthal to me

[atlabeth]

(not so) simple finale - anthony bridgerton

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summary: coercing lord bridgerton into pretending to court you to avoid the affections of a baron is very simple — that is, until it isn’t.

a/n: so um ignore how long every part of this took to come out. i have no excuse. anyways we are finally here at the end!! almost 10k words of proper regency soap opera type shit and it all ends happily i promise. i hope u enjoy because damn this was supposed to be a short one shot and ended up being over 40k lmao

wc: 9k

warning(s): angst, reader is a lil insecure, slightly steamy make out scene, happy ending<333

You’d never been this restless before. 

Your dreams had a part to play in it. They insisted on tormenting you, though not in the usual way. 

No, these dreams would have been pleasant had they come any sooner. For Anthony Bridgerton appeared in near every single one, with his charming smile and soft eyes and hair you always desired to run your fingers through. 

He would smile at you, offer his arm and walk with you all around the park and the city as you talked for hours. He would compliment you, and you would compliment him, and he would court you as a perfect gentleman would. 

He would kiss you, ravenously so. His hands would touch you where no one had touched before, leaving trails of fire in their wake, would unearth feelings you never could have imagined. He would revere you, near worship you, because in this world you never made such ill-advised choices. In this world, you never dragged him into a worthless scheme that ended with a ruined reputation and a broken heart.  

In this world, he loved you just as much as you loved him, and you never did a single thing to make him doubt that. 

But you were not there. 

You were here, in the real world. Where you were in the midst of reaping what you spent a whole season sowing. 

You were roused from that less than peaceful attempt at sleep—though thoughts of Anthony took longer to disappear—by the opening of your door, and despite your visitor attempting to be quiet, you found your eyes fluttering open against your will.

“Oh, dearest,” your mother lamented, “I did not mean to wake you. I apologize; I merely wanted to check on you. I will return later—please, rest.”

“No,” you murmured, and you rubbed your eyes as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. Small movements were much easier, which at least meant a step in the right direction. “No, stay. Please.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. When you nodded, she closed the door lightly behind her and sat on your bedside, laying her hand over yours. 

She whispered your name, her voice already thick with tears that she was trying to hide. “I am so glad you are alright.” 

“You say that every time you come in here,” you said.

“And I will continue to say it.” She shook her head. “You nearly perished. You should consider yourself lucky I am not in here at all hours of the day.” 

You managed a smile, and she sighed. “How do you feel?”

“Better,” you said. “I am still sore, but much better.”

“Good,” she said. “All I can ask is that you continue to get better.” 

“The rest has certainly been nice,” you said. “Am I still a true lady despite my late wakings?” 

“You have always been a true lady,” your mother assured with a slight smile. 

“I believe you may be the only one that still thinks so.” 

“If you are feeling ready, there is a ball in a fortnight,” she said. “It could be a good way to garner good will again.” You gave her a look, and she held up her hands. “I understand how you feel, but your presence is important. There are… rumors floating about, and we must lay them to rest.” 

“Rumors,” you muttered wryly. “That your daughter is an ungrateful wench and will die a spinster?” 

She said your name sternly, and you shook your head. “I read what Whistledown wrote about me—she’s likely written a hundred more. I do not care what any of them think of me, Mother. I am only sorry for the pain it has caused you and Father, and the Bridgertons.” 

“The Bridgerton name is strong enough to weather scandal,” she said. “We have to work a bit harder. And making an appearance in society again, especially with Lord Cardew by your side, will help.” 

You suppressed a scoff at the mere thought of him. You’d been granted such a reprieve from Lord Cardew because of Anthony’s influence, and while you were recovering, no one but family was to see you. But soon—very soon—he would be your entire life. 

“That brings up another question,” your mother said wryly, and when you met her eyes she was giving you a very pointed look. “Are you still sure about this?” 

No, you wanted to say. You couldn’t be less sure about Jonathan Cardew. But you’d dragged your family into this mess of yours, so it was your duty to fix it. 

Plenty of women married much more dreadful men every year. You should have considered yourself lucky that a man of his breeding, of his standing was interested in you at all—especially after the season you’d spent distancing yourself from him and the scandal you’d caused. 

“...Yes,” you finally said. “I am sure.”

Your mother sighed and said your name. “You are sure? You have not reached out to Anth—” 

“There is nothing left between us,” you interrupted. “I know it is not the best situation, and I know it is my fault, but I am making the best of it. All I ask is that you support me. It is hard enough attempting to make my way through this world—I need my mother to be there for me rather than constantly pushing against it all.”

“...Of course,” she said quietly. “And I am so sorry that I have ever done differently. My dear, all I ask in return is that you understand me, as well as the decisions I make. All I want is the best for you, and I know that marriage is not what you desire, but there are things we must do.” 

“Of course,” you said, and your echoing words spurned a small smile from her. “I am sorry that I have always fought you so much. All I could see was my hatred for any kind of union, but all I managed was hurting you and Father, as well as myself, and— and I cannot think of any apology that will be enough.” You shook your head with a mirthless laugh. “I’ve no idea how you put up with me for so long, truly.” 

“I’ve never had to put up with you,” she said. “I realize I may not have done the best job at showing it, but— but I love you more than anything in this world. Everything I have ever done has been for you, my darling. You are the future of our name, and I know you will do an excellent job at carrying on our legacy.” 

“Truly?” you asked softly. 

Your mother nodded as she took your hands and smiled at you. “Truly. Nothing in this world can change my love for you. You are our greatest accomplishment.” 

You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat as you smiled as well, and you pulled your mother into a hug. She reciprocated, and tears filled your eyes. You’d missed the comfort of her presence so dearly. 

“I love you too,” you whispered. 

-

“Are you alright, my lady?” 

Your lady’s maid's words snapped you out of the stupor you’d found yourself in, and it was all you could do to attempt a smile. 

“Yes, Julia,” you said. “Quite alright.” 

Her brows furrowed as she draped a pendant around your neck, the cold metal turning your exhale slightly shaky. “Pardon my plainness, my lady, but you are not believable in the slightest.” 

“You have been around me for far too long,” you said dryly. “I request another maid, one that cannot read me so easily.” 

Julia offered a wry smile. “You are stuck with me for now, my lady. What is weighing so heavily on your mind?” 

You stared yourself in the mirror as you turned the question over. It was not as easy to answer as it should have been, not when everything was so out of order. Not when you hardly recognized the reflection staring back at you, wrapped in orange silk and adorned in jewels courtesy of Lord Cardew. 

You were not yourself—you were to be Baron Jonathan Cardew’s wife, a baroness and status symbol to hang off his arm and smile prettily, and Baroness Cardew was who stared back at you. 

Only a few more balls remained until the season came to an end, and though Lord Cardew was doing your family an immense service by giving you a second chance, he did not want to wait much longer to make it official. 

It was all planned out. Your relationship would truly enter the public eye tonight with your dances, you would promenade in open parks to have as many eyes on you as possible. He would call on you and your meager staff would be encouraged to spread rumors. Another ball would pass together, enough to hopefully weather some of the scandal you’d created, and then…

Then, he would propose. 

You would accept. 

And the fate you’d been so intent on avoiding would be sealed. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking back the impending tears. 

“I am nervous,” you admitted. “My decision didn’t exactly feel… real. Not until I was standing at the modiste getting fitted for this gown with one of Cardew’s maids. And all this jewelry…” Your fingers trailed across the raised designs on the pendant. “It makes it even more so.” 

“I can only imagine,” Julia said. “He has certainly put in effort.” 

“And yet it all feels hollow.” You moved away from the mirror and stopped in front of your vanity. The light blue reticule sitting near your jewelry box felt as if it was mocking you. 

Julia said your name with a sigh. “You made your choice. You pushed him away.” 

“I know,” you murmured, tracing the embroidery with your finger. “But feelings do not disappear so quickly.” 

“He wrote letters,” she said. “After you moved from Bridgerton House to recover here, after I refused his calling on you for the hundredth time, he wrote letters and delivered them by hand.” 

You picked at a loose strand of white thread on the purse, jaw clenched so tight you thought your teeth might crack. 

“He told me he did not care if you didn’t want them,” Julia continued softly. “He just needed you to know how he felt.” 

“This is how it has to be,” you finally said, voice shaking. 

“And what makes you think that?” Julia challenged. “You believe you have to live a life of misery simply because half the ton does so in the name of reputation and riches?” 

“Two things I no longer have any of,” you murmured. “Cardew’s pedigree is enough to get both back for my family. It is my duty, Jules, and I can no longer hide from it.” 

Your lady’s maid looked at you with desperation in her eyes when there was a knock on the door followed by your mother calling your name. You nodded your permission and she opened it.

“Lady Worthing,” she said, curtsying just so to your mother. “I’ve finished getting her ready—I’ll give the two of you some time alone.” 

“Thank you, Julia,” your mother said with a smile. She turned back to you, her eyes softer than ever as she moved forward and set her hands on your shoulders. 

“My darling,” she said, “you look so beautiful. I did not lie when I called you the crown jewel of our family.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at her compliment, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest. “Thank you, Mother. I’m glad I can make you proud.” 

She murmured your name, turning you so you faced the mirror. You saw yourself more this time, feeling more assured with your mother standing behind you holding all the stars in her eyes. 

“I have always been proud of you, darling,” she murmured. “Even if I did not show it in the best way. I love you more than words can express. I meant it when I said you are our greatest achievement.” 

You let out a shaky breath, leaning back against her. She allowed you to sink into her and you felt the tears brimming in your eyes. 

“...I’m afraid, Mother,” you whispered. “To marry. To be a wife.” 

She was silent for a moment, busying herself with adjusting your jewelry before she spoke.

“I was afraid too,” she admitted. “I hardly knew your father outside of a few promenades, and one lovely bouquet of flowers. It was almost fully arranged by our parents. But when he proposed, he vowed to always be my friend, and to always take care of me.” 

“Has he?” you asked. 

“Yes,” she said. “We did not love each other on our wedding day. But he has always been kind to me, and he has always advocated for me, and we have always been there for each other. We love each other now, in our own way. And,” she smiled, smoothing down the lace on your sleeves, “together, we brought you into the world. I would do it all over again if it meant I would get you in the end.” 

You could not imagine considering Lord Cardew a friend, nor the opposite. He saw you as just another pretty jewel to adorn himself with. 

Anthony saw you as a friend— as more. He always listened to what you had to say, always entertained your jokes with some of us own, never talked down on you. He saw you as an equal. 

 “I do not know if any woman is prepared to marry,” she finally said. “Even those that marry for love still have initial doubts. There are so many expectations of our behavior when we are told so little of what we must actually do.” 

“How do you do it?” you asked. “You married a man you didn’t know. You raised a child. You held face against a society that shamed you for only having a daughter.” 

“All you can do is trust in yourself, and in those around you,” she said. “If you are with the right person, everything will feel as natural as breathing. You will not care what anything thinks of you, because there is only one opinion that matters.” 

There was one man you felt natural around, one who you felt you could speak your mind around and not be judged. One man that you’d fallen in love with, that surely hated you in return for what you’d done to him. 

Your voice came out as little more than a whisper. “What should I do, Mother?” 

“You know what you must do,” she said softly. “All I can do is support you.” 

-

You’d rubbed your palms on your dress at least fifteen times since you’d arrived. A fruitless effort, considering you were wearing gloves, but you could not stand still. 

Your conversation with Lord Cardew had taken everything out of you, your dance with him even more so—an especially damning fate seemed ahead of you. But you could tune him out well enough, at least. 

It was an entirely different deal when the Bridgertons showed up. 

Violet walked in arm and arm with Anthony and Benedict, and Colin had a loose hold on Eloise. And to make matters worse, Daphne Bridgerton, alongside her husband the Duke of Hastings, were making an appearance. What an honor, to have the chance to embarrass yourself in front of such highly ranking nobles. 

Eloise branched off immediately after they passed the threshold, much to the protests of her mother, but your mother immediately pulled you in their direction. You could only imagine her thoughts—if she could get the Duke of Hastings touting for the Worthings, that would make things much easier.  

Anything for the optics, you supposed. But when you met Anthony’s eyes for the first time, you had to avert your gaze. He just looked so damn sad. 

“It is good to see you again, Violet,” your mother said. “And it is an honor, Duke and Duchess Hastings.” The both of you curtsied, and you could see the Duke’s slight smile. 

“I consider it my honor to meet the woman who has been the center of such conversation this season,” he said. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and thankfully Violet stepped in. 

“It is good to see you as well, Cecilia.” Violet smiled as she looked at you. “Especially you, my dear.” 

You bowed your head. “Thank you, Lady Bridgerton, Duke Hastings. I am grateful to be here.” 

Benedict smiled, the notion warmer than anything you deserved. “You look lovely, Miss Worthing. Especially for someone who escaped death with such recency.”

Anthony’s eyes remained on you the entire time, and more than anything you wished you could read this mind. The man probably hated you, and he had every right to do so. You just wished your feelings for him weren’t so insurmountable. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled as believably as you could. “Thank you, Mister Bridgerton. You also look well.”

Your mother nudged your shoulder and your gaze met Anthony’s once more. He still hadn’t looked away from you. 

You bowed your head once more. “Lord Bridgerton. It… is good to see you.”

No wonder you actually ended up falling in love with Anthony. It was the only way anyone could believe this ruse—you were quite an awful actress. 

Anthony lowered his head as well, his poise stiff. “A pleasure, Miss Worthing.”

“We’re glad to see you’re doing well,” Violet said, her smile a bit thin. You could only imagine the conversation that would occur between her and your mother later. “You caused us all quite a scare.”

“Oh, Anthony was so worried,” Daphne said, pressing a hand to her chest. “I’m thankful we have the chance to attend this ball so I could see you in person.” 

“I’ve recovered well,” you nodded, and you looked at Violet. “My family and I thank you immensely for your kindness and your doctor’s care. We’ll be in your debt endlessly.”

“There is no need for that,” Violet said. “It is enough that you are still here.”

Your cheeks burned but you tried to smile anyways. You wanted to burrow into a hole and never come out. It seemed the Bridgertons were capable of endless grace in public when they surely had to despise you. 

“Eloise has run off somewhere over near the strings,” Benedict provided in the silence. “I’m sure she would appreciate your companionship tonight.”

You glanced at your mother and she nodded, and your smile at Benedict was much more genuine. “Of course. I’ve been meaning to talk with her.” 

You mouthed thank you to him when your mother could not see, and he nodded. He’d always been so decent to you. 

You could not help but glance at Anthony as you went, and his gaze followed you. He would resent you if he had any sense, but it seemed the opposite—the sadness in his eyes was fatal.

You took a glass of lemonade from the refreshments table when you passed it, needing something to do with your hands. You found your way to Eloise’s side soon enough, and her eyes lit up when she caught sight of you.

“It is so good to see you,” she breathed. “I’ve only just arrived, and I’ve already had to fend off suitors. They just cannot seem to understand I hold such little care for them.” 

“I am just as glad to see you,” you admitted. “I do not think I can get through this night alone.” 

“I cannot imagine why,” Eloise said sarcastically. “I’ve heard the news. And I must say, it is your poorest decision this season.”

Your laugh was mostly out of surprise, and you nearly dropped the flute of lemonade you were holding. You were on edge far more than you expected—you almost wished your glass was full of champagne. 

“At least somebody is speaking plainly,” you murmured, your gaze distant and unfocused. “I think the rest of your family must hate me, but they’re all too kind to say it.” 

Eloise frowned. “Why would any of them hate you?” 

Your grip tightened on your glass. “Because I caused an immense scandal and then ended things with Anthony?”

She huffed a laugh, her eyebrows now rising. “Our family has weathered many a scandal, and we are still here. Or have you forgotten how Daphne’s dearest husband chose to court her?”  

“That is different,” you insisted. 

“I think it is worse, actually,” Eloise said plainly. “Simon is a duke, and Anthony nearly killed him before Daphne knocked some sense into him.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Truly, it was a disaster. We Bridgertons have a knack for them.” 

“As do I,” you said with a loose laugh. “I was stabbed, Eloise. I nearly died in your brother’s arms.” 

“And we nearly died in our drawing room,” she said. “Anthony, most of all. He cares for you immensely.” 

“Surely he cannot,” you insisted. “Not after what I’ve done.” 

“I am not blind,” Eloise said, “and neither are you. So do not demerit our intelligence and pretend as if you do not see it.” 

“I— I know.” You wrapped your arms around your midsection, and you grimaced as the jewelry on your wrists brushed against your skin. You were covered head to toe in finery that didn’t belong to you, and you itched from the inside out. “But I don’t know where to go from here.” 

“It’s quite obvious, isn’t it?” Eloise looked across the room, where Lord Cardew stood talking to your mother, and then over at her brother, who couldn’t have been less interested in the lady trying to strike up conversation with him. Then her gaze fell to you. “You’ve got a choice to make.” 

“I’ve already ruined things,” you murmured. “I— I can’t just back out of this.”

“I can tell you that you certainly haven’t ruined things with my brother. And Lady Whistledown’s speculation is the only thing binding you to that lecher.” Eloise shrugged. “You’ve already broken off one courtship. What’s another?”

Your eyes met Anthony’s from across the room. Once again, he’d already been looking at you. You averted your gaze quickly, feeling the heat rush to your face, and you tried to steady your breathing. He had no right to still have such an effect on you. 

“I need some air,” you murmured. “Will you—”

“Of course,” Eloise said. “You are simply touching things up in the powder room.”

You nodded your thanks and slipped out of the ballroom, finally able to drop the facade you’d been trying to uphold. You truly felt as if you were overheating, and the cool air was hardly of aid once you reached the outdoors.

Everything was all wrong—your dress, this damned tiara, the bracelets and the necklaces and every jewel that Cardew thought he could buy you with. 

It all belonged to him. You would not be another prize on his shelf. 

You couldn’t help yourself. You began to shed the jewelry as your pace sped up, ripping bangles from your wrists and pendants from your neck—by the time you reached a deserted area of the gardens, you were considerably lighter and considerably close to tears. 

You let out a frustrated sob as you slammed your fists against some artistic stone structure. It earned you nothing but pain, but it grounded you in some strange way. You tore off your gloves and threw them to the ground, a shaky breath escaping you as you screwed your eyes shut and  pressed your palms to your forehead. 

You could not marry traditionally, you could not follow through with your feelings for Anthony, and now you could not follow through with this ill-advised plan. 

Were you truly this useless? To bring ruin to two families with your knack for destroying things for it all to amount to nothing? You waxed poetic about the life you thought you deserved to live, about going to university and gaining your independence and never marrying, and yet here you were, near tears in the gardens of the ball you were meant to reenter society at. 

“Miss Worthing.”

The whispered words blared through the silence, and you knew who it was without having to turn around. It still sent a shock through you, your breathing faltering for a moment. Your eyes stayed shut. 

“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice watery. 

“You do not know me if you think there is anywhere else I would be,” he said. 

“How did you find me?”

“I followed the trail of jewels. You’ve left an awfully expensive path in your wake.”

“All of it is worthless,” you mumbled, finally letting your hands drop. “It all belongs to Lord Cardew.”

“You’ll have made a magpie very happy.” 

“Enough with the jokes,” you said. “Why are you here?” 

“Why do you think?” Anthony asked with a slight laugh. 

“I do not know,” you responded. “That is why I asked.” 

“I am here because I want to talk to you,” he said. “You cannot just avoid me for the rest of the season.”

You turned away. “I can try.”

“I will not let you,” Anthony enunciated. “I will not let you make the biggest mistake of your life because you believe it is your duty.”

“If you are here to change my mind, you are wasting your time,” you said stiffly. 

“I don’t believe I have to do anything,” Anthony said. “It looks as if you’ve come to the conclusion yourself.” 

“And what makes you think that?”

“You have not even glanced in Cardew’s direction this entire night,” he said. “You’ve been looking at me instead.” 

“Because I have felt your eyes on me with every moment.” 

Anthony huffed. “Can you blame me? This is the first time I have seen you since that night.” 

“Then you should remember my words from that night,” you bit out. 

“Why are you so intent on pushing me away?” Anthony begged. 

You scoffed. “Why are you so intent on bothering me?”

“Because I cannot stand here and watch you marry another!” he exclaimed.

Your brows furrowed and you turned around. Anthony stood in front of you, his outfit impeccable but not at all looking put together. Desperation colored his eyes, and you saw how truly undone he’d become. 

“I— I thought I could, but I cannot.” He shook his head, a muscle working in his jaw as he glanced away. “Every moment you are in the vicinity of that man is a test of my strength. And I do not know how strong I am.” 

“I don’t understand,” you said hollowly. “You should hate me.” 

“I could never hate you,” Anthony murmured. “I thought I could, when you first told me of your plans, but— but I could hardly even dislike you.” A wistful smile tugged at his lips as he shook his head. “My mother had been bothering me for nearly a decade to find a wife and settle down, but I thought love was a fool’s game. I would have my fun as a bachelor, and then settle down with the most advantageous match. There was no need for further emotional baggage—when you love, you can lose. And I refused to lose again.” 

For a moment, your heart stopped in your chest. He lost his father, he nearly lost you, and then you pushed him away like he meant nothing. 

“Anthony—” you whispered, but he shook his head. 

“Please,” he said. “I have a lot to say.” 

You nodded, and he did as well. 

“Our deal was perfect for that. You were nothing but my sister’s nuisance of a friend—a bad influence that I could never see as more.” You could not help your soft laugh, and Anthony’s smile turned a bit more genuine. 

“But then we spent more time together. I… truly began to know you.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “You shattered every preconception I had of you. I began to look forward to our meetings, to our promenades—I would get home from calling on you and could think only of the next time I would see you.” 

“Throughout it all, you made me realize I was worthy of love,” he said. “You— you made me realize that I wanted it. That I wanted you.” His throat bobbed, and you could see his eyes glistening. “That I loved you.” 

You could hardly find the strength to speak. You felt as if you could melt into a puddle at his feet just from his words. You were so intent on avoiding Anthony because you couldn’t stand the thought of hurting him anymore— you believed he would be better off without you, without the scandal you’d dragged him into. 

But he… he loved you. 

He loved you just as you loved him. 

“I do not expect you to share any of my notions, and I know you value your freedom more than anything,” Anthony murmured. “So if it is not me you wish to be with, I understand, and I will accept it without complaint. I just beg of you—do not become that wretched man’s wife.” 

All you could do was stare at him for a moment more, words beyond your reach before you finally managed to speak through your emotions. 

“I tried to tell myself the exact same thing,” you said softly. “That you could not be happy with me. That I could never be happy chained to another—truly, that I could never love. Not when freedom is what I have always desired most. But Anthony…” you moved forward until you were mere centimeters apart, unable to suppress the shiver that ran through you at the proximity, “I have never felt more free than when I am with you.” 

“Miss—” Anthony started, but he paused and shook his head before saying your first name instead. His eyes were softer than anything. “Are you truly…?” 

“I could never fathom you sharing my feelings,” you said thickly. “That is why I pushed you away. But I love you, Anthony Bridgerton. And I think I have loved you for quite some time.” 

You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, turning away so as to not betray the fullness of your emotions, and though you opened your mouth to provide some excuse, you were not granted the chance. 

Anthony’s hand encircled your wrist, pulling you back around, and just as soon did you feel his lips against yours. The tightness in your chest dissolved almost immediately as you all but fell into him, Anthony wrapping his arms around you to support you as your hands found purchase on anything they could. 

Your focus became devoted solely to the feeling of him, his soft lips against yours even as they plied for access. Anthony held you as if his only desire were to protect you from the world, and it made you feel a way you’d never even imagined. Only when air became a necessity did he pull away, his labored breaths in contrast to the pure adoration in his eyes. 

“Never in a thousand years did I think you would feel the same,” he murmured, his hands cupping your face on either side as he gazed into your eyes. “I thought myself a fool, falling for the one woman I could not have. You’ve no idea the relief it brings to hear you share my feelings.”

“I suppose I am just as foolish as you,” you breathed. Your heart felt as if it could burst. 

The corners of his lips quirked up in a smile. “I cannot imagine what my mother would think—that after so long spent searching for a wife, I fell for the one woman who never wanted the title.” 

You let out an airy laugh, relishing the feeling of his skin against yours. “Nor did I see myself falling for the one man who resented the chains of marriage as much as I.” 

Anthony pressed his lips against yours once more, and your hands traveled up until they tangled in his hair. You kissed until you were nearly breathless, but Anthony still managed to pull a very unladylike sound out of you as he bowed his head, kissing down the line of your jaw, your neck, until his teeth nipped your skin just above your decolletage.

“Anthony,” you gasped, clenching your fingers as they buried themselves further into his dark locks. You had never been this close with a man before, never this intimate — you never thought you would even desire it. 

But Anthony lit a fire inside of you that only he could quench, and yet the only thing he seemed to do was stoke it further. It was equally maddening and dizzying, the control he so effortlessly had over you. 

“I never knew how much I would delight in hearing you say my name,” he murmured, his lips trailing against your skin. “No more Lord Bridgerton, I beg of you.”

“I should think I’d like to hear you beg—” you breathed, but Anthony cut you off yet again as he pulled you into another searing kiss. You could hardly stand it anymore as your hands fell down to his shoulders, and you pulled away for just a moment as you began desperately undoing his waistcoat, Anthony taking the hint and removing his jacket. 

“These buttons were not designed with the needs of a lady in mind,” you huffed in frustration, fumbling fingers failing to make progress, and Anthony chuckled breathlessly.

“Have we finally found something I best you in?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Just take it off.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?”

You groaned as you looked at him. “If you insist on teasing me this way, Lord Bridgerton, I shall go back inside and act as if nothing has happened.”

“There is no need for idle threats,” he defended, and you bit back your smile. Anthony made deft work of his waistcoat, and the second he tossed it aside he was back on you. 

“Besides,” his voice was a whisper a millimeter from your ear, and warmth blazed in your core, “I believe I told you to call me Anthony.”

“And I believe you should have to try harder than that.” You smiled into his kiss as you trailed your nails down his back, the thin fabric of his dress shirt doing little as you felt his involuntary shiver. 

“You’ve no idea the effect you have on me,” he groaned, once again dipping his head as he peppered even more kisses down your neck, sliding down the sleeve of your dress to allow himself better access. 

The night air on your newly freed skin did little for you, any coolness of the breeze instantly negated by the heat of Anthony against you. Your nails dug into his back as he moved down, each spot where his lips touched your skin erupting with fire. 

You gasped out his name, barely able to handle it—the feeling was so foreign yet familiar, as if you had been waiting all your life for Anthony in this way. 

You could hardly believe you nearly lost it of your own accord. 

“It appears I do not have to try hard at all,” he said, “the way you cry out for me.” 

You laughed breathlessly, though his words were indeed true. You knew, in this moment, that you would do anything for Anthony Bridgerton—and he would do anything for you. “How I fell for a man as irritating as you, I haven’t the slightest.” 

You caught the slightest glimpse of his grin before he ducked his head yet again, and he had only just begun pushing both sleeves of your dress down when a woman’s voice could be heard behind you. 

“Anthony— oh!” 

The unfamiliar voice struck fear into your heart you had never felt the likes of before. Anthony moved away from you quicker than you’d ever seen, you just as hasty as you tugged the sleeves of your dress back to where they belonged and attempted to smooth out everything that Anthony had so easily sullied. 

You’d never imagined this was how your reputation would be ruined, with Anthony Bridgerton in the gardens of some ball, but when you finally had the sense to look and see who had caught you in a most uncompromising position, you could hardly stifle your incredulous laugh. 

“Sister?” Anthony questioned in disbelief, so many emotions warring on his face you had to turn away to cover up your growing grin. 

“Anthony,” Daphne greeted in kind, fighting to conceal her smile as her eyes drifted to you. “Miss Worthing.” 

“Your Grace!” Your shaky fingers were hardly of use to you as you pulled your gloves back up to where they belonged and once again ran your hands down the skirt of your dress to smooth out the wrinkles. Your cheeks burned under her gaze and you were innately aware of the fire underneath your skin brought about by Anthony’s touch in contrast to the cool night air. “What brings you here?” 

“Mother was quite… nervous about tonight,” she explained. “She indulged in one too many glasses of champagne, so she is taking her leave with Benedict for aid. She requested I find you to alert you of her departure, but it seems she was not the one whose disappearance should have been questioned.” 

“I’m sure you know this is quite compromising.” Thinly veiled amusement crossed Daphne’s face as she eyed you pointedly. “I am afraid you must marry him at once Miss Worthing, else I shall have to duel you to protect my brother’s honor.” 

You laughed breathlessly as Anthony looked up at the sky, his face turning a deeper shade of red than you had ever seen. “Your Grace, are you suggesting that I have ruined him?” 

“Indeed I am,” she confirmed, and you could see how it took every muscle of her being to retain a serious image. “This is not a light matter, miss. I do not understand why you are laughing.” 

“Daphne,” Anthony groaned, avoiding her eyes as he occupied himself with his jacket. “Why do you insist on being a nuisance?” 

“Anthony,” she inflected his name the same way he did hers, “I cannot have this woman sullying your name! I know it was of no will of your own, but this can not stand as is. But do not worry; I am prepared to defend your honor to my last breath.” 

“My sincerest apologies for what I have done, Duchess Hastings,” you responded gravely. “I am prepared for pistols at dawn.” 

Anthony huffed as he buttoned his waistcoat back up then went to retrieve his jacket from the bushes. “You exaggerate, the both of you. This cannot be what I was like last season.” 

“You were worse, brother. But do not worry,” Daphne said with a grin, “I should think a taste of your own practices is only fair after all you put Simon and me through.”

Anthony sighed with a slight roll of his eyes. “I… suppose… that it is what I deserve.” 

“Thank you, brother,” she said. “I only wish we had a witness just so your confession is forever remembered.”

“I wish Mother had not sent you to seek me out,” he responded dryly. 

You and Daphne exchanged smiles with each other before your expression sobered slightly. “ I ask quite a bit of you with this, Your Grace, but… may I count on your discretion? I know we jest, but my reputation truly could not handle something like this. I do not know if…” you glanced at Anthony before looking back to her, “if we are yet ready to seal our union.” 

“Of course,” Daphne nodded, and a relieved smile tugged at your lips. “I shall not tell a soul.” 

“Thank you eternally, Your Grace,” you expressed, but at your short curtsy she shook her head.

“Please, call me Daphne.” She offered a smile of her own, slightly coy. “After what I have just witnessed, I’ve no doubt you will be joining our family soon enough.” 

“Sister!” Anthony scolded, and when you glanced at him his entire face was dusted pink, even the tips of his ears. It was enough to make you swoon. “You cannot just say things whenever you see fit.” 

Daphne merely shrugged, joyfully indifferent to her brother’s protests. “I outrank you now, dearest brother — I believe I can say whatever I see fit, particularly when it is the truth.”

“You are truly impossible,” Anthony muttered as he shook his head. 

Daphne just smiled before she looked back at you. “I believe it best if the two of you leave at separate times, so as to not allow room for any rumors. Miss Worthing, you should go first and return to your mother; you can claim you simply needed fresh air. Anthony and I will stroll around the grounds for a bit before allowing ourselves to be seen — we are simply catching up after such a stretch spent at Clyvedon.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you smoothed your mussed hair and wrinkled dress for the last time. Anthony certainly did a number on you, in more ways than one. “Thank you again, Your—” you caught yourself, correcting your error with a small smile, “Daphne. 

“You may count on me in the future whenever I am in London,” she reassured. “It is my hope anyway that I shall be able to welcome you to the family officially.”

“Daphne!” Anthony exclaimed yet again, glaring at her. “Might you take your leave so we may have a moment alone?” 

“I believe you just had quite a few moments alone,” Daphne said, but a pointed look from her brother had her conceding with a smile. “Alright. I will be by the trees when you need me.” 

Anthony turned to you with an odd look in his eyes when Daphne was out of hearing distance, and when he did eventually speak, his voice was far softer than usual. 

“Do you truly believe I would not marry you?” he asked, and the underlying hurt in his voice did not go unnoticed. “Even if there were not the risk of a scandal, I would not hesitate. My entire heart lies with you.”

“It is not you, Anthony,” you sighed with a slight shake of your head. “I do not… I do not know if I am even capable of marriage.” 

He frowned. “What do you mean?” 

“I have spent my entire life running from it,” you said, chuckling softly, “and yet, here I am, the one thing I never thought I would be.”

“In love,” Anthony realized, and you nodded. 

“It has always been easy enough to denounce marriage when I’d never experienced anything of the like. The union of my parents was for convenience rather than love, and for as long as I’ve been alive my mother has tried to drill it into my head that my feelings did not matter — so long as the man had the means to provide for me and was not completely awful, he was satisfactory.”

“A future like that— it was so completely absurd to me that denouncing it all was the easiest thing in the world. And then I nearly died and my entire world changed, and I decided that Cardew was the best option to allow myself to completely separate emotion from marriage, but now…” you looked at Anthony, feeling more vulnerable now than ever. “I have found a love in you I’ve never thought possible, and I cannot stop imagining a life with you. And that terrifies me more than anything.” 

“But…” you trailed off again and you turned away from him as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “But I do not know how to approach my future, especially one where we are so closely intertwined.” 

Silence hung in the air for a noticeable period before Anthony cleared his throat, and it was obvious the care he put into his words. 

“You know I never imagined I would marry for love. Truly, I never intended it—I expected to be miserable in marriage. I saw it as nothing more than another duty to take care of. I believed that love was trivial, a ridiculous distraction. You are the one who made me see differently.” 

You turned around with slightly wide eyes, your arms wrapped around your midsection doing little to ward off the cool night air that seemed far colder than it was before. Anthony’s gaze never left yours, the softness in his own at odds with the pure, unbridled passion. 

“I love you. Though I have only just allowed myself to accept the fact, you are someone that I cannot imagine living the rest of my days without. There was…” his throat bobbed as his voice crackled slightly, “there was a moment when I feared the worst, that you would permanently disappear from my life. And ever since you were all but brought back from the dead, I have known that you are the only woman I wish to be with. It is why as soon as I left you, I asked my mother for this.” 

Anthony took a box out of his pocket, and you gasped as he got down on one knee, your hands flying up to cover your mouth. 

“This is the ring my father proposed to my mother with, and their love was beyond anything I have seen before. But it is the love that I feel for you, something so strong, so overwhelming— something I never thought I would experience. And yet here I am, madly in love with the one woman who scorned me with every word, and only pursued me because of my brand as a lesser evil.” 

A laugh bubbled out of you, the sound slightly muffled through your gloves, and you could not help it as your eyes began to fill with tears. 

“I admire you; all of you. The part that loves her family with every part of her being, that looks out for those with less than her when those more fortunate turn a blind eye. The part that fights for the rights of her sex when it is so much easier to just bow one’s head, that puts her happiness on a rightful pedestal— the part that is so terrified to share herself with others and yet deserves a love of the purest form.”

“And I am aware of how the unknown is a fear of yours, as it is one of mine. But I assure you—” Anthony’s voice was filled with such passion, his eyes with such love, that you could hardly stand it, “—I will be there for you every step of the way. We will face our fears as one, and we will shape the future ourselves, not to be bound by anyone or anything.” 

“I do not know where my future will lead me, but I know I do not want to face a single second of it without you. If you do not feel the same, I understand, but I will not be able to live with myself if I do not at least try. It is why I ask you,” Anthony said your name with more love than ever before, “will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, a smile breaking across your face even as tears of joy streamed down your cheeks. “Yes, yes, I will marry you!”

Anthony let out a sigh of relief as he grinned, and after he slid the ring on your finger he stood up and pulled you into a breathless kiss. Nothing picture perfect like you’d heard about as a young girl, the kind of effortless gentleman’s act— Anthony kissed you with pure passion, love, desire, and it nearly brought you to your knees. You thought it would have, were it not for Anthony’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you against him and supporting you. 

You could hardly believe the same man who treated you as if you were glass after your injury was the one standing before you now, the one who handled you in such a way that could get the both of you exiled were anyone to see—the one that you thought hated you.  

And you were more than willing to allow it to continue, to surrender yourself fully to your baser instincts, when you remembered something that made your eyes widen.

“Your sister,” you murmured between kisses until you finally managed to pull away, albeit reluctantly. “Daphne is still waiting.”

Anthony laughed breathlessly as he pulled you back in, and your earlier protest was shown to be completely nonsensical. “Let her wait.” 

You grinned as he peppered kisses down your neck, enjoying the sensation until you pushed him away. “Anthony.” 

He groaned. “Why must you be a better person than I?”

“Believe when I say it pains me,” you said. “But the last thing we need is yet another scandal by my hand.” 

“Let them know,” he said, taking your hands in his. “Let all of London know that I love you, that we will be wed. I do not care what we have to face so long as we face it together.” 

“The thought has never been so tempting,” you murmured. “But you should at least alert your sister. It would be improper to make her wait out here all night for nothing.” 

His grip tightened on your hands. “So you do wish to leave together?” 

“Anthony, I just accepted your proposal,” you said with a laugh. “I wish to spend the rest of our lives together.” 

“I believe tonight is a good place to start, then,” he grinned. 

Anthony would not let you leave his side, so you went to Daphne together. First she saw your smile, then her gaze drifted down to your hand—she looked knowingly at her brother, though she could not hide her smile either. 

“It would appear as if I was right,” she mused. “I am always right when it comes to you though, Anthony, so it is not much of a surprise.” 

“Do not mock me,” Anthony said. “I could have left you waiting by the bushes all night.” 

“If you had not proposed to her after the conversation we had the other day, I would have questioned your sense,” Daphne said. “Trust me, I would not have been here long.” 

Your eyebrows rose. “What conversation?” 

“We do not need to start on this,” he said with a pointed look at his sister. “I have already bared my entire soul tonight. I do not need my sister embarrassing me further.” 

“Oh, I would never,” Daphne drawled. “After all, there will be plenty of time for us to gossip together when I come to visit you all.” 

“Won’t you be busy with your child?” Anthony asked. 

She shrugged. “You may be busy with one as well by the time I see you again.” 

You looked at Anthony only to find his gaze was already on you. There must have been some shred of doubt in your eyes, because he only took your hand in his. 

“I meant what I said,” he murmured. “We will take things as slowly as you desire.” 

You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat and nodded as you squeezed his hands—you knew what was expected of you as a wife, and you wanted it with Anthony, but you could not lie and say that his reassurances did not bring you relief. 

“My best wishes to the new Viscountess Bridgerton,” Daphne said, her voice full of affection as she clasped her hands together. “It is an honor to have you join our family.” 

“It is an honor to be accepted,” you said, bowing your head. 

Daphne smiled. “I assume you want to reveal this on your own terms.” 

You nodded. “I’ve dealt with enough attention from the ton lately.” 

“I am afraid to say that will not go away,” she said wryly. “But I will cover for the two of you.” 

You pressed a hand to your chest. “Thank you.” 

“It is only proper to welcome my sister in such a way,” she said with a wink, and you could not help but smile. “Now run along, you two. Before rumors start.” 

Anthony chuckled, and the two of them embraced before you started on your way.

“Viscountess Bridgerton,” Anthony murmured in your ear. “I love the sound of that.” 

You hummed in agreement. “As do I.” 

You laid your head on Anthony’s shoulder as you walked back with your hands intertwined—not to the ball, but to a carriage for the promise of time alone. You glanced over at Anthony and he smiled, and you pulled him to a stop as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He responded with hunger, the same vigor he displayed when you first stepped into the gardens together, and you could hardly believe he still had it left in him. 

Far too many minutes passed as you kissed and kissed and kissed, not a single care in the world of someone catching you. What could they do? You’d already endured enough scandal to weather anything, and there was no way to punish you and Anthony — you were already engaged. 

Your lips were sure to be bruised once you finally pulled away, Anthony gazing at you with complete adoration as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I cannot believe you are to be my wife,” he murmured. 

“I cannot believe you are to be my husband,” you breathed. “When will we reveal it?” 

“Tomorrow,” he said, intertwining your hands with his own. “Tomorrow, we will tell everyone, and we will deal with everything that comes along with it. But tonight…” 

“It is our secret.”

Anthony nodded. “Tonight, we start the rest of our lives together.” 

“The rest of our lives together,” you murmured. 

Truly, it sounded like a dream. Months ago you could not even consider the thought of marriage without an air of disgust—now, here with Anthony, you could not stop thinking about the fact that you were to be his wife. 

The rest of your life with Anthony would be anything but simple.

And yet, somehow, you could not think of anything more perfect.

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FORGIVE ME FATHER, FOR I HAVE SINNED PT 2 - JAYVIK X READER

idea inspired by @honeybeemain

synopsis: at the last couple of services, a nice catholic boy has taken an interest in you. Sitting next to you in church, whispering during sermons, even escorting you outside so you no longer have time to linger with Father Viktor and Father Jayce. They're mad. Really mad. Hopefully, you can make it up to them…

warnings: age gap (again R is 19, J & V are in their early 30s), jealousy, oral sex (f & m receiving), rough vaginal sex, canning, safe-words introduced (stop light system), dom/sub dynamics, dom!viktor, switch!jayce, sub!reader, possessiveness, marking, biting, hair pulling, crying, dacryphilia, body worship, face-fucking, throatpie, aftercare, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f

p.s. The awaited pt2 is here!! Also, tell me why it was so hard to find photos for this pt but pt1 was so easy like wtf?? Hope y'all don't mind it being in black and white LMAO

Letting loose is incredibly freeing, you've come to realize these past few weeks. You understand why your classmates did what they did a few years ago. This fun.

This is exhilarating.

The amount of sex you're having would now make you the epitome embodiment of the sin lust. The way you're monopolizing your handsome priests is the type of greed they talk about in the Bible.

You hear how all the other women in the town talk about them. People old enough to be your mom, people old enough to be their grandma, girls your age. And you have to control yourself not to smirk smugly cause you know everything. You know how their fantasies would actually play out, you know what they look like under their priest garbs, you know what they look and sound like in the thoroughs of pleasure.

It's only for you to know.

Unfortunately, your time with them has shortened, against your will. There's this boy that also goes to the church, James. He's cute, kind, gentle. Honestly he would've been your perfect match if Viktor and Jayce hadn't ruined you for everyone else.

He sits next to you at church, whispers in your ear during mass, walks you to your car afterwards. A true gentleman at heart.

He's continuously ruining your plans, and you can't tell him off.

You're still perfect in the eyes of the town. Perfect daughter. Perfect potential daughter in-law. Your parents are thrilled at the potential match you and James make.

You want to rip your hair out.

Viktor and Jayce are getting more and more frustrated. They subtly glare at every move James makes on you. You're their girl. Not his.

They wish they could mark you up for everyone to see, they wish they could make you scream their names until the whole town heard you and your voice was raw.

It’s getting harder and harder to stay cordial during mass. The perfect handsome priests that worship only god and can do no wrong.

They fear they might snap and fuck you in front of the whole congregation.

But they know they can release that pent-up anger soon, you three were able to make plans for tomorrow night after mass. Poor James has come down with the stomach bug, it’s all his dear mother can talk about. Jayce and Viktor don't care but they give fake pleasantries anyway.

God's timing is always right.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You're nervous as you pull up to their house. It’s a bit farther away from the town, surrounded by trees. It’s a beautiful house, truly. Although you're nervous, you kinda wanna laugh too.

How does no one in town suspect anything? No one is questioning why they live together? Two handsome men in their early thirties living together in a secluded area doesn't ring any bells? Sound any alarms?

Oh no they can't be fucking each other or anyone else. They're priests.

They're hot young men, they're gonna break a few sacred vows.

You shut your car off with a small giggle at your thoughts. Jesus Christ these men have ruined you.

Exiting your car you lock it with a honk and walk up the steps to their front door. You barely get one knock in before the door is whipped open and you're dragged inside, the door is shut and you're slammed up against it.

Okay so… they're not very happy right now.

The only contact you've been able get these last few weeks is during the holy communion that started this relationship. A brush of fingers against your lower lip as a communion bread is placed on your tongue, a heated glance as you drink the wine. Getting away with a few too many buttons undone on your shirt so they can see your tits when you curtsey.

You've made them go feral.

The only thing you can see is the burning gaze Jayce gives you as his big hands squeeze your biceps. You think you may bruise a little.

He snarls before crashing his lips onto yours, you gasp and he slips his tongue into your mouth. A moan leaves your throat as your eyes flutter close. Fuck you've needed this, desperately.

Without even realizing Jayce has moved you to the couch, where Viktor is waiting. “Hello darling. Its been a while.” You whine at his tone. So dark and husky. He's taunting you, teasing you.

“It has, I’ve missed you.”

Viktor's look softens at that, “We’ve missed you too. But there's a punishment to be given.”

You gasp, “Why? To who?”

Both men give you a pointed look and you look sadly at them, “To me? I didn't do anything though.” Viktor pushes his tongue into his cheek and Jayce chuckles darkly, “Thats exactly it. You didn't do anything, and James has been all over you.”

You snort out a laugh, “James is nothing compared to you two, a mere schoolboy compared to two grown men. He wishes he's done even a fraction of what you've done to me. Worst thing he's done is whisper in my ear. Poor thing.”

Jayce's eyebrows raise at your mean tone, Viktor snickers, “We really have ruined you. That was mean darling. But still, he shouldn't have gotten that close to you in the first place. You're ours. And we’ll remind you of that. Jayce, sit down on the couch, you kneel over the armrest.”

At the commanding tone, you do as you’re told. As you two get into position, you notice your arms rest agaisnt Jayce’s lap, and he's got an iron grip on your forearms. Before anything else occurs, Viktor adds, “I’m going to spank you until your ass is black and blue. Until every time you move all you can think about is us. This is going to be intense, and I won't stop if you say no. So we're going to use colours okay?”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Colours?”

Jayce pips in, “Like the stop lights. Green for go, yellow for slow down— we need to change something, and red for stop. If you say red, we stop immediately and that's it. No more sex. We talk about what happened and make sure it never happens again.”

A hum vibrates in your throat, “So if I need a breather or I want something to slightly change, I say yellow?”

Viktor proudly nods, “Exactly. You're such a smart girl.” Your face heats up at that. “I want your ass bare, is that okay with you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to use my cane to spank you. Colour?”

You ponder for a moment before stating, “Green.”

Viktor smiles, “Good girl.” You clench your thighs together at that. Holy shit, you've barely even started and you're not sure if you'll survive this.

Viktor rips down your skirt and panties in one go, they're pooling at your ankles now. He caresses your ass, his large hand lightly dancing across the soft skin. Then there's a stinging pain. You gasp in shock.

“Colour?”

You whine, “Green. I think I can handle a little harder.”

Jayce groans as he tightens his grip on your arms and you bite your lip. Another wack hits your ass and you moan at the painful pleasure.

Then Viktor hits you again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

You're wiggling, whining, moaning, and crying. Your face is hot, your eyes are wet, and so is your face.

Lets not mention how wet your cunt is.

(she’s soaked.)

Eventually you sob out, “Yellow.” and Viktor stops the assault on your ass, “Whats wrong darling?”

You sniffle, “I can’t take anymore hits. It’s starting to hurt too much.” Viktor croons as he rubs your ass, leaning over your back and kissing you on the cheek, “You’re such a good girl, our perfect girl. Following our instructions beautifully. I think that deserves a reward. Jayce, would you like to eat her out?”

Jayce whines at that, his eyebrows furrowed as he ruts the bulge in his pants into your arms. Viktor very loudly and not so subtly whispers, “Jayce has been dying to taste your pussy again. It’s all he’s been talking about since he got to taste it last time. Poor thing has been starving. Would you like Jayce to eat you out?”

A high pitched moan escapes you at that, “Yes. Please. I want it.”

Viktor smiles and stands back up, “Jayce, reposition her so she’s sitting where you are, then get on your knees.”

In what seems like a millisecond, Jayce accomplishes his task. Your sore ass is on the couch and you can’t help but moan at the stinging pain, Viktor sits next to you as snickers at your petulant look, “You asked for it, darling.”

He unbuttons your shirt, tossing it behind the couch, he looks at you imploring and snaps the armband of your bra, you nod; and then you’re fully naked on the couch while your two lovers are fully clothed.

Jayce goes to town on your cunt and you almost pass out. He’s remembered all your ticks, your sensitive spots, the pace and suction you adore. Where exactly your g-spot is so he pounds it mercilessly with his fingers.

He’s memorized you so efficiently that you’ve fallen in love with him just a bit more. He then does something you’re not expecting.

He stops.

You’re confused until you’re getting tag teamed by possessive mouths. Your neck, your chest, your thighs, they all get covered in hickeys and bite marks. You’re like their personal pin cushion; and all you can do is moan. It’s heightened your pleasure, and when Jayce gets back to eating your pussy; you’re going to cum hard.

And you do.

You grip his hair for dear life as Viktor kisses you and plays with your tits. Massaging one and twisting the nipple of the other.

The soreness of your body is insane, since you haven't even gotten to the main part yet.

A loud gasp leaves your lips as Jayce picks you up like a ragdoll and brings you to the bedroom, Viktor following closely behind. Jayce tosses you onto the bed and stands at the foot, arms crossed as he stares down at you. Viktor puts a hand on his shoulder, "Now, Jayce had the pleasure to pound your cunt into oblivion. I wish to do the same, I wasn't given the chance in the confessional to get as far as I wanted to."

You bite your lip as you smile and nod eagerly, before halting for a moment, "Will your leg be okay? It won't be too strenuous?"

Viktor smiles and leans down to kiss you, his hand cupping your face, "My dear, you truly are a gem. Yes, I'll be okay. Having great sex and my leg getting more sore than normal is better in the long run compared to changing positions every five minutes. That makes my entire body go numb; did it once, never again."

"What about Jayce?"

"I'll be waiting in my cuck chair." Jayce jokes as he dramatically whirls his hand to the comfy armchair in the corner of the room, like most hotel rooms. You bark out a laugh and Viktor fondly shakes his head.

"Viktor had the opportunity seeing us have sex, I'd like to have that same opportunity, seeing the two most beautiful people in the world fucking will be glorious."

You crawl to the end of the bed and pull yourself up by Jayce's belt, giving him a kiss. When you stop, Viktor takes over; Jayce has a dopey grin as he sits down in his chair.

"Are you finally get naked too? This feels a little unfair." You tease as you cup your breasts and slowly run your hands down your body. There goes the white collar, the dress shirt, the slacks, the boxers. Viktor is beautiful. He's lean, lithe, pale. He has freckles and beauty marks speckled all throughout his body. The main thing that's caught your attention is the happy trail that trails down his slim abdomen, and there's your treat.

You didn't get the best look in the confessional, but now in a highly lit room, you get to see everything. It's about seven inches, a nice girth, a pink head, a thick vein, and it's lightly bobbing due to its weight.

Viktor joins you on the bed and kisses you. It's full of heat, your tongues brushing each other as you moan into each other's mouth. A whine is heard from the side. Jayce.

The kiss breaks and Viktor leans in close, whispering in your ear, "The next time I fuck you, you'll be on your back. But for today, I request you go head down, ass up. That way Jayce can see how well you take my cock."

A loud cry escapes you and you nod excitably. You shift your body and crawl to the edge of the bed, go onto your stomach and push your ass into the air. Your hands grip the bedding and look at Jayce. He groans as his head falls to the side, his eyes heavy and dark.

"Ok lovely, you ready?" Viktor asks, the tip of his cock brushing your vulva. You want that cock in you yesterday.

You push back and the head pops into your pussy, you moan and Viktor groans, gripping your hips harshly, "Yes!" Viktor chuckles darkly, his chest rumbling due to the depth, "I was going to go slow. But if you act like a slut, I'll treat you like a slut."

In one sharp thrust, Viktor is sheathed fully into your pussy. You gasp out a whine and grip the bedding as hard as you can. Holy fuck, what a delicious stretch. In no time at all, Viktor is pounding into you. Fucking you like a human flesh-light.

Your moans are embarrassingly loud. Your body jolting with each thrust, little "uh's" forced past your lips each time Viktor slams into your soft spots. Your head falls into the bed, muffling your moans.

A hand is gripped into your hair, in a steel like grip. Your head is harshly jerked up and you moan even louder, a whiny note to your pleasured cries.

A loud groan is heard from the corner of the room and you glance over to your other lover, his collar is gone, his shirt is mostly unbuttoned and his cock has been fished out of his pants. He's jerking off rapidly, and you feel your pussy squeeze at the sight.

Viktor moans at the feeling of the vice like grip your pussy has on him, "Isn't it crazy you used to be a puritan virgin? Now look at you, a whore. Wonder how you're going to hide all those marks from Mummy and Daddy when you go home? Or... you could stay here for the night. Wouldn't that be fun?"

You're feeling everything at once, it's too much; and tears start to fall from your eyes, "Oh, fuck! You've ruined me for anyone else. Only you two can satisfy me now. I'm not just any whore, I'm your whore!"

Two groans are heard at that statement. Viktor leans down and licks a tear from your cheek, the new position has him hitting your cervix; and you're going cross-eyed. The one hand that's been stabilized on your hip drifts down and vigorously rubs at your clit. You scream as you cum, damn near passing out. A few thrusts later, and you feel an enormous warmth enter your pussy. Fuck, you might just get pregnant with that much cum in you.

Jayce is panting harshly, the tip of his cock is maroon as he leaks copious amounts of precum. You fall down, and slip off Viktor's cock. You turn to lie on your back and put your head over the edge of the bed, ushering Jayce to stand in front of you.

"Fuck my throat." You say, face already red and wet from the previous pounding, "I've been practicing at home on my secret dildo."

The feral look in Jayce's eyes should scare you, it just makes you more horny.

Jayce angles his cock to your lips and pushes in slowly. Bit by bit you swallow more of his cock. Eventually you nose brush up against his balls and he whines. He starts to pump his hips, and in a few seconds he's fucking your face. He's like a dog in rut, so desperate for release. It's a major turn on.

Then you feel a weight on your abdomen and hear Viktor's voice from above you as he slowly rocks his slowly hardening cock against your sternum, your tits jiggling.

"How's she feel baby?" Viktor asks, his accent delicious.

Jayce just whines again, his moan choppy, "So f--fucking good. I'm going to cum soon. Can I cum? Please?"

Viktor smiles and cups Jayce's face and simply says yes before kissing him. You wish you could see them properly, they must look gorgeous together.

A few harsh thrusts that almost make you gag later, and Jayce is shooting his load down your throat.

The three of you are exhausted as you all get comfortable on the bed, cuddling. Your everything is sore, you're not even sure if you can think anymore.

Eventually Jayce gets up and brings some supplies for aftercare. Warm towels to get clean (ain't none of you got the energy or strength to properly bathe; that's a tomorrow issue), water, and some granola bars. There are words of praise, amazement, and joking banter between the three of you.

You've just had the best sex of your life, you're getting treated like a princess, and you're laying in one of the most comfortable beds ever. It's no wonder you're about to crash out.

The silence is interrupted by Jayce, "Where the hell did you get a secret dildo?"

You sigh sleepily, "Ordered it online and had it shipped to the house, told my parents it was a textbook for my certification to become a librarian. They didn't question it. Especially since I already bought some textbooks in person and they only ever actually saw one of them. When Mum asked me which textbook I ordered online, I picked up a random one she's never seen before; and that was that." You're cocooned under the blankets as you speak, your voice becoming more and more slurred.

"You little rebel." Jayce jokes and Viktor snorts, "Guess we didn't fully corrupt you. You've always had that fire in you."

The two men smush you in the middle and you feel a millisecond away from passing out.

Guess you're staying the night.

Oh well.

(Hopefully your parents don't interrogate you. And that your lovers had the decency to just leave red marks on your neck that'll fade overnight rather than a massive purple bruise.)

(... they left massive purple bruises. Oops.)

… this is somehow filthier than pt1. Somebody sedate me. I think I’d terrify Jayvik if they knew how badly I want to freak nasty with them. Hope y’all enjoyed it! Love ya ❤️

[jennifer-jeong]

Fluff + Suggestive | JJK x GN!Reader Their Favorite Beauty Marks

CONTENT Fluff, suggestive, nothing explicit, implications of seggs, mostly just the jjk men being cute and in love with you, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTE Mostly based on the beauty marks I actually have! (Yes this is self indulgent!!!!) Also pretend that somehow Yuji is Sukuna's vessel but they have separate bodies idk LMAO

WORD COUNT: 999

Beauty marks, to you and your boyfriend, signified places you two liked to kiss each other in past lives. You both say “your past lives” because you’re both cheesy and madly in love so of course you’re soulmates. It makes you both chuckle but you both know you mean it. So where does your boyfriend soulmate like to kiss you?

GOJO SATORU

One on each shoulder

Satoru isn’t usually a stickler for symmetry but if he sneaks up behind you, arms snaking around your waist, he can’t give one beauty mark on your bare shoulder a kiss without giving the other the same! Then he proceeds to either lick you or kiss you at least 100 more times anywhere he likes or can reach. He’s just a brat that likes making you flustered and more. It’s a wonder how you aren’t covered in beauty marks.

GETO SUGURU

Right side of the forehead

Suguru is always walking curbside to the right of you in true gentleman fashion (people walk and drive on the left side of the street in Japan). Of course he’ll switch up depending on which side of the road you’re walking on but this just feels right, he’s just been doing it forever. He also sleeps on the right side of the bed. He really can’t explain it. But he just adores knowing you’re to his left and he loves giving you quick pecks on your forehead beauty mark… among many other types of kisses.

NANAMI KENTO

Inside of the wrist

Kento basically treats your body like a shrine, he worships it. He knows exactly which perfumes/scents you use and will buy you refills or recommend you new ones. They’re meant to be innocent gifts but sometimes he feels almost self indulgent taking a deep breath of your delicious scent along with the new scent he bought you. He always holds your hand, kisses the back of your hand, takes his intoxicating whiff of your smell, and gives you a kiss on the beauty mark on your wrist after it… or maybe some more, depending on the mood.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Top of the left side chest

Toji is simultaneously very much a scary guard dog but also a cutie cuddly lap dog. He’s very serious and domineering when in public or when he needs to be but he’s always physically connected with you in some way when you’re alone. He really enjoys laying on top of you or to the side of you and just smashing his face into your chest, kissing at the beauty mark on the top of your left chest. It’s really endearing how he seems like he can’t ever get enough of you but unfortunately he also really knows how to tease you in this position he loves so much.

ITADORI YUJI

Left side of face/cheek

Yuuji is such a sweetie, he loves holding you with his dominant arm and it's why he’s always to your left. He also likes knowing that he could pick you up quickly if you were in danger or if just for fun. He sleeps on the left side of the bed because it’s closer to the door and he was so cute when he was innocently explaining “if a bad guy comes in I can easily WACK BOOM POW!” while punching the air. Always gives you quick pecks on your squishy cheek’s beauty mark before leaving, work, or bed. Sometimes the one before bed ends up setting a little bit of a different mood though…

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Right side of face/cheek

Sukuna and his favorite beauty mark on you are quite silly. You tease him and say “like vessel like curse!” since Yuji always kisses his partner on the left cheek and Sukuna kisses you on the right. Sukuna always frowns a bit but he admits its pretty funny. He just likes having his dominant arm free just in case he needs it to protect you (even his reasoning is similar to Yuji’s LOL). He sleeps on the right side of the bed but will commonly invade your space to cuddle and more (not that he’d ever admit that he likes cuddles).

KAMO CHOSO

Collarbone

Choso is very protective but also very babygirl, so anytime you’re together, he’s stuck to you. He looks like a baby otter or koala holding on to its mom. He’s fully latched onto you and puts his face into your collarbone. He understands why you have a beauty mark there, he’s there so often, it’s only natural! He’s a bit of a tease sometimes though when he takes advantage of tbe fact that your collarbone is extremely sensitive to his mouth.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

Right base of the neck

Megumi is a bit touch starved so when you’re alone, the man is never not touching or cuddling you somehow. This ends up in you two studying, taking naps, or sleeping with him spooning you. He loves your scent and warmth so he usually also buries his face into your shoulder, typically your right side. Since he’s there so much and refuses to leave (not that you mind) he’ll usually just give you little smooches on your beauty mark. Sometimes after a “nap” the skin around your mark is a bit bruised though.

TOGE INUMAKI

Tip of the nose

Inumaki isn’t a man of many words, he kind of can’t be. So among sending you silly texts, giving you notes, randomly breaking out into dance, or using sign language to sign you something dumb, he loves giving you kisses. His favorite is the tip of your nose because he thinks its so cute and also because sometimes when he’s wearing his uniform, he can only really touch noses with you since his mouth is covered. He’ll shake his head back and forth to keep rubbing his nose on yours before you both giggle. When his uniform comes off when you two are alone though, it’s a bit of a different story…

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[wolverigrl]

Hugh x reader.

Reader is a mom of two young kids, something like Pre-K and 4/5th grade. She gets her hopes too high thinking her ex husband will at least show up for the kids 1st day of school but they all get disappointed; Hugh as the gentleman/sweetest dad he is steps up and takes care of it making a surprise for them

Broken Promises

Hugh Jackman x f!reader

A/N: I hope I won't trigger someone's serious daddy issues like I did to me lmao. But seriously, I had fun writing this one, too!

Warnings: angst, some swearing here and there, mentions of unavailable parent

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The house was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Too quiet. I found myself pacing the living room again, eyeing the clock, then the door, and back to the clock. I had done this routine enough times to know how it usually ended. Ethan and Mason were perched on the couch, peeking out the window every now and then, waiting for the unmistakable sound of their father’s car pulling into the driveway.

"Mom, when's Dad coming?" Ethan asked for what felt like the hundredth time. His voice had that hopeful, uncertain edge that always tore at my heart.

Ethan was nine now, old enough to sense when something wasn’t quite right but still young enough to wish it wasn’t true.

I ran a hand through my hair and forced a smile.

"Soon, sweetheart. He said he’d be here."

Ethan nodded, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. He was too smart for his own good. Mason, on the other hand, was sprawled across the floor with his toys, blissfully unaware of time and promises. At four, he was still full of that magical childhood innocence where you believe everything will always work out.

The boys weren’t the only ones waiting. Hugh, Ava, and Oscar were here too. Ava, Hugh’s 12-year-old daughter, was curled up on the couch, nose buried in a book while Oscar, his 17-year-old son, was tapping away on his phone, though he glanced at me from time to time with a knowing look. Hugh was in the kitchen, pretending to busy himself, but I knew him well enough to catch his subtle glances toward the front door. He was watching too.

Waiting.

The doorbell rang, cutting through the tense silence like a knife. Mason jumped up immediately, his little face lighting up with excitement as he dashed to the door. "Daddy!" he shouted, his tiny hands struggling to twist the doorknob before Ethan quickly helped him.

And there he was. Matthew.

My ex-husband.

Standing there with that familiar polished grin, the same one that had fooled me for years before I realized it was more charm than substance.

He looked every bit the smooth-talking lawyer he was, hair neatly combed, wearing an expensive suit that screamed 'I don’t have time for this', but here I am anyway.

"Hey, buddy!" Matthew exclaimed as Mason leapt into his arms, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. He shot a quick glance at me, his smile faltering for a second before he smoothly recovered. "Sorry I’m late. Busy day at work."

"Of course you are." I muttered under my breath. But the boys didn’t care.

They only saw their dad, and that was enough for them. Ethan approached more cautiously, his eyes studying Matthew, almost as if he were waiting to see if this time would be different. I knew that look all too well.

"Hey, Ethan!" Matthew said, ruffling his son’s hair. "Got something for you both." He reached into the sleek black bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out two shiny, brand-new backpacks.

Mason squealed with delight, clutching his in his arms like it was made of gold, while Ethan’s expression shifted from excitement to hesitation.

"Cool, thanks, Dad." He said, a polite smile on his face. I could see the wheels turning in his head, though. A backpack didn’t make up for missed promises, no matter how shiny it was.

"Are you gonna come tomorrow?" Ethan asked quietly, looking up at his father with those wide, hopeful eyes that always broke my heart. "For the first day of school?"

"Of course, buddy!" Matthew said without hesitation. He leaned down, crouching to their level and placing a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. "I wouldn’t miss it for the world! I’ll be there, bright and early."

I crossed my arms, leaning against the wall, watching this scene play out like it always did. Matthew was nothing if not consistent in his ability to make promises he couldn’t keep.

Before I could say anything, Hugh walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. His presence was calming, always steady and reassuring. He gave me a small, knowing smile before turning his attention to Matthew.

"Matthew." Hugh said, his voice polite but firm as he extended his hand.

"Hugh." Matthew replied, shaking it with the same rehearsed friendliness he used with clients.

They had met a handful of times, and while Matthew had never said anything outright, I could tell he wasn’t thrilled about another man stepping into the lives of his children.

The boys were still fawning over their backpacks when Ava and Oscar joined us in the living room. Ava smiled warmly at Mason, ruffling his hair.

"Nice backpack boys!"

Oscar stood beside Hugh, his tall frame giving him an almost protective air.

"You guys excited for school tomorrow?" he asked, nudging Ethan playfully. Ethan grinned full of excitement.

Matthew didn’t stay long. He never did. After about twenty minutes of small talk and handing out gifts, he was already looking at his watch. "Alright, I’ve gotta go." he said, standing up and straightening his suit. "But I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay? Bright and early as I said!"

The boys hugged him, clinging to him like they always did, desperate for any time they could get with him. And just like that, he was gone.

I watched the door close behind him, and a familiar tightness settled in my chest. The boys turned back to their new backpacks, their excitement renewed, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that tomorrow would end in disappointment. Again.

Hugh caught my eye from across the room, sensing my unease. He walked over, his hand resting on the small of my back, and leaned in to whisper. "You okay?"

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I don’t know. I want to believe him, but… I can’t keep letting the boys get hurt. Ethan’s starting to get it, Hugh. He knows when Matthew’s lying now."

Hugh’s expression softened, and he pulled me closer. "Hey, I’ll be there. We’ll be there. They won’t be alone. I promise."

I leaned into him, closing my eyes, letting his warmth seep into me. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"You’ll never have to find out, love." he whispered into my hair, kissing the top of my head.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of pancakes. The house was already buzzing with energy, far earlier than I expected. I shuffled downstairs, still groggy, only to stop in my tracks at the sight that greeted me.

The living room was transformed. Balloons and streamers hung from the ceiling, and a colorful banner that read 'First Day of School!' stretched across the doorway. The kitchen table was covered in every breakfast food imaginable - pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit, even little bowls of candy that Mason would definitely notice first.

I blinked, rubbing my eyes. "Hugh, did you…?"

He turned from the stove, grinning at me like a kid who had just pulled off the best surprise. "Figured we’d make it special."

Tears welled up in my eyes, unbidden, and I pressed a hand to my mouth. "I-I can’t believe you did all this!"

Hugh crossed the room in a few strides, pulling me into his arms.

"It’s their first day of school. Gotta make it a big deal, right?"

The kids came rushing down the stairs next, their faces lighting up at the sight. Ethan and Mason squealed in delight, darting between the living room and the kitchen like it was the best thing they had ever seen.

"This is awesome!" Ethan shouted, his eyes wide with excitement.

Ava grinned as she joined us at the table, patting the seat next to her for Mason, while Oscar laughed at his little brother’s excitement. "Told you Dad goes all out!" Oscar teased.

Hugh winked at me, flipping another pancake onto the stack.

"It's a big day. Gotta start it right!"

And it was. For a few precious moments, everything felt perfect. The kids were happy, the atmosphere light and joyous, and the worries from yesterday seemed far away.

But when we got to the school, reality came crashing back. We stood outside the classroom door, surrounded by other excited parents and their children, and the boys kept glancing toward the entrance. Waiting.

"Is Daddy coming?" Mason asked again, his voice laced with hope.

"He said he would." I murmured, though I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince anymore.

The minutes ticked by, and the crowd around us thinned as more and more families said their goodbyes and headed inside. But Matthew never showed. And I could see the hope fading from Ethan’s eyes.

Hugh stepped forward, crouching down to their level. "Hey, guys.." he said, his voice soft but upbeat. "Your dad’s probably stuck at work, but that doesn’t mean today isn’t special. You’ve got all of us here, and we’re so proud of you. Right, Ava?"

Ava nodded, smiling warmly at Ethan. "You’re gonna rock it, Ethan! I just know it."

Oscar clapped Mason on the back, grinning. "And Mason, you better show them how it’s done, okay?"

Mason giggled, his spirits lifting, but Ethan was still quiet. Hugh reached out, gently tilting Ethan’s chin up. "You’re gonna be amazing today. And no matter what, we’re always here for you. Okay?"

Ethan swallowed, his eyes glistening a little, but then he nodded, managing a small smile. "Okay."

I pulled him into a hug, my heart aching for him. "I love you so so much, Ethan. You’re going to do great!"

Mason was next, clinging to my leg before I knelt down to hug him properly.

"Be good, okay? Listen to your teacher, and have fun. I love you so much!" He nodded eagerly, bouncing on his toes, the weight of disappointment not yet touching him the way it did Ethan.

We said our goodbyes to Ava and Oscar, sending them off to their own classes, before Hugh and I turned to leave. As we walked out of the school, my chest felt tight.

The weight of everything - the missed promises, the endless hope that Matthew would change, the constant pain in Ethan’s eyes - was pressing down on me harder than usual.

I could feel Hugh’s arm around my shoulders, warm and reassuring, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the hurt. We stepped out into the parking lot when I heard someone call my name.

"Y/n! Wait!"

I froze, my blood running cold as I turned to see Matthew jogging up the sidewalk, his suit jacket slightly askew, as if he had hurried over at the last minute.

My stomach twisted in knots.

Now?

After all this time, after the boys had gone inside? My hands balled into fists at my sides.

"I’m sorry!" Matthew said, breathless, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I got caught up at the office, but I’m here now. I didn’t want to miss it."

Something in me snapped. All the hurt, all the frustration, all the times he had let our boys down over the years, rushed to the surface. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my vision blurring as they spilled over before I could stop them.

"You’re sorry?" I spat, the words escaping me in a choked sob. I stormed toward him, fists clenched, my body trembling with rage. "You missed it, Matthew! You missed everything! They went into class without you!"

He looked startled, stepping back as I shoved his chest. "Y/n, come on, I said I’m sorry- "

"Sorry doesn’t fix it!" I screamed, slamming my fists into his chest again, harder this time.

"Do you have any idea how much Ethan was looking for you? How many times he asked about you?! Mason kept asking when you’d get here, and you didn’t show up! You weren’t here, Matthew! Again!"

I kept hitting his chest, my tears flowing freely now. My voice was loud, too loud, but I didn’t care. The dam had broken, and everything I had bottled up for years came pouring out.

"You promised me! You promised them you’d be here, and you weren’t! You never are!"

Matthew tried to catch my wrists, his face pale, eyes wide. “Y/n, stop- "

But I couldn’t stop.

The pain of watching my boys be disappointed time and time again was too much.

"You don’t get it! You don’t get to swoop in at the last second and act like everything’s fine!" I sobbed, my fists still pounding against his chest until I felt Hugh’s hands gently but firmly wrap around me, pulling me back.

"Y/n.." Hugh’s voice was steady, his grip gentle but unyielding as he pulled me away from Matthew. "That’s enough."

I collapsed into Hugh’s chest, my body trembling as I sobbed, the fight draining out of me as quickly as it had come. Hugh held me close, one hand cradling the back of my head, while I clung to him, my tears soaking into his shirt. He rocked me gently, whispering soothing words I couldn’t quite make out, but the warmth of his embrace calmed me, slowly but surely.

Matthew, still standing a few feet away, looked completely stunned, his mouth opening and closing as if he didn’t know what to say. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure.

"Look.. I’m sorry.." he said again, his voice weaker this time. "I really did try to make it.:

"That’s the problem, Matthew.." I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying. "You always try. But trying isn’t enough anymore."

Matthew’s face twisted with frustration. "I’m doing my best! It’s not like I’m trying to miss these things, you know. I have a job- "

"A job?!" I cut him off, my voice rising again despite myself. "I have a fucking job too! You think that’s an excuse? Ethan sees it, Matthew! He knows when you’re lying. And Mason? He’ll start seeing it soon too. They don’t care about your job. They care about you being here!"

Matthew clenched his jaw, his own frustration building.

"I don’t have the luxury of just playing house like you do, y/n! I have more responsibilities!"

"Playing house?" I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. "You have no idea what it's like to raise them. No idea what it feels like to watch their hearts break every time you don’t show up!"

"You don’t think I care?" Matthew shot back, his voice growing louder. "I’m doing the best I can with the time I have!"

"And it’s never enough.." I whispered, the fight leaving me again. I wiped at my eyes, exhausted.

"Hey." Hugh’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. His tone was sharp, but not raised. "That’s enough. You should be ashamed of yourself, Matthew."

As soon as Hugh said it, I saw Matthew’s posture change.

His eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. For a split second, I could see the switch flip in him, the smooth, collected persona cracking. Matthew wasn’t used to being challenged, especially not by someone like Hugh. Not by someone who had quietly stepped into the role Matthew had always fumbled.

"Excuse me?" Matthew’s voice was low, his eyes locked on Hugh. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Hugh didn’t flinch.

He met Matthew’s glare head-on, his expression calm but firm.

"I think I’m the man who’s been here for your kids when you couldn’t be bothered to show up. And I’m telling you - what you’re doing is hurting them and y/n."

Matthew took a step forward, his face flushed with anger now. "You think you can just walk in and play daddy, huh? That you know what it’s like to juggle everything I do? You don’t get to stand there and judge me, Jackman."

I could feel the tension crackling between them, thick and heavy. Hugh was calm, still, like a rock against the storm that was Matthew’s rising temper.

My heart was pounding, the last remnants of my tears still clinging to my lashes as I watched, half-dazed from the emotional rollercoaster of the last few minutes.

Matthew sneered, stepping even closer. "You think you're so perfect, don’t you? Mr. Hollywood star, swooping in to save the day. You’re not their father. You’re nothing to them. Just a simple placeholder."

Hugh’s jaw tightened, and I saw the muscle twitch there. But he didn’t react the way Matthew clearly wanted him to. Instead, he exhaled slowly and said, "You’re right. I’m not their father. But I’m the one they can count on. I’m the one who’s here when they need someone. That’s what matters."

Matthew’s face twisted in frustration, his fists clenching tighter. He pointed at Hugh, his voice rising.

"You have no idea what it’s like to have your own life, your own responsibilities, and try to make time for everyone. It’s easy for you to stand there and act like the hero when you’ve got nothing else pulling you in a million directions!"

I stepped forward before Hugh could respond, my voice shaking with anger. "You think Hugh doesn’t have responsibilities? You think he doesn’t make sacrifices? He does all of this for our kids while you barely lift a finger! And you know what? He never complains! Never makes excuses. He just shows up. That’s what they need, Matthew - someone who shows up."

Matthew’s gaze flicked between me and Hugh, his expression growing darker by the second. He laughed sarcastically.

"You’re really going to take his side over mine, y/n? After everything?"

I scoffed, wiping the lingering tears from my eyes.

"I'm taking my sons’ side, Matthew. Because they deserve better than what you’re giving them. This isn’t about sides. It’s about what’s right for them."

Matthew again let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. You really think I don’t care, don’t you? That I don’t want to be there for them?"

"Well, If you wanted to be here, you would be." Hugh cut in, his voice sharp now, no longer willing to play nice.

"You wouldn’t be showing up late, making excuses, and disappointing them over and over. You’d be here, Matthew. It’s that simple."

"That simple?" Matthew’s voice was nearly a growl now.

"You have no idea what I go through - what I have to balance! It’s not as easy as you think, playing ‘Super Dad.’!" He stepped forward again, and for a second, I thought it might come to blows.

But Hugh, steady and calm, took a deliberate step forward too, closing the distance.

"As we said before.. It’s not about being perfect. It’s about being there. No one’s asking for you to be a superhero. They just want their dad to show up. You owe it to them to do better."

The tension between them felt like it was about to explode, and I could barely breathe, watching it unfold. I knew Matthew’s temper. I had seen it flare too many times. And I knew Hugh was protective, fiercely so, but not one to back down when it came to the people he loved.

Matthew’s nostrils flared, his fists still clenched at his sides.

"You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you? You think you can just walk into my life and replace me?"

Hugh’s gaze was steady, unwavering, but he couldn't help himself and let out a soft laugh.

"I don’t want to replace you, Matthew. But I won’t stand by and watch those boys get hurt because you can’t figure out your priorities."

I felt my body trembling again, but this time from the frustration and helplessness of it all. I had spent so long trying to protect my boys from this, trying to shield them from the disappointment of their father’s broken promises. And now, here it was, boiling over in front of me.

"Enough!" I yelled, my voice breaking as I stepped between them.

"This isn’t about either of you! It’s about Ethan and Mason. And I’m so tired of seeing them get hurt because you can’t keep your word."

Matthew blinked at me, his anger momentarily giving way to something else - something that looked like shame. But just as quickly, his walls went back up, and he shook his head, stepping back.

"This is ridiculous." he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I didn’t come here to be ganged up on."

I crossed my arms, feeling the weight of exhaustion press down on me.

"Then what did you come for, Matthew? Because if it wasn’t to be there for your sons before they go attend their very first day of school, I don’t see the point."

For a long moment, Matthew just stared at us, his jaw tight, his expression a mixture of anger and something else I couldn’t quite place. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed off down the sidewalk, leaving us standing there in the empty schoolyard.

I let out a shaky breath, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly as the weight of the moment caught up with me. Before I knew it, Hugh’s arms were around me again, pulling me close, holding me up as I leaned into him.

"You okay, love?" he whispered, his voice gentle, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.

I nodded, though I didn’t trust my voice just yet. The anger, the hurt, the frustration - it was all still swirling inside me, but Hugh’s presence, his steady calmness, helped anchor me.

"I'm sorry.." I whispered, wiping at my tear-streaked face. "I didn’t mean to… to lose it like that."

"Don’t apologize." Hugh said softly, kissing the top of my head. "You had every right to say what you did. He needed to hear it."

I took a deep breath, finally pulling back to look up at him.

"I just… I hate that this is what it’s come to. That the boys keep getting hurt like this."

"They have you." Hugh said, his voice firm but full of warmth. "And they have me. We’ll get through this."

I nodded, though my heart still ached. "Thank you." I whispered. "For everything. For being here."

Hugh smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I’m always here, y/n. You and the boys - you’re my family too."

I felt a fresh wave of emotion wash over me, but this time, it was mixed with gratitude and love.

As we walked back to the car, hand in hand, I knew that no matter what happened with Matthew, no matter how many times he failed to show up, we would be okay. Because Hugh was right.

We had each other.

And that was enough.

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Tags: @angelofthorr @haytchee

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

Your Villain... on a Leash!?

18+ | Suggestive Content | MDNI | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

How would your favorite member of Crown react if you asked them to wear a collar and a leash for you...?

CW: Suggestive content, Dom/Sub dynamics, puppy/pet play, possible deviations from canon, fem reader, nothing super, super explicit, but these men are filthy so...

AN: Just more of my domming-the-Villains agenda! I feel like most (?) of the members of Crown are tops/doms, so it's fun to imagine them as subs! I just want to boss them all around so bad! Lol, Enjoy!! hehehe

William Rex

Will would have a lot of fun with this. He'd be beyond delighted that you are asserting yourself and asking for something that you desire, especially something that is so naughty. He's not usually the submissive type (his power can literally get him anything he wants lol) but he decides to indulge you because you're so cute when you're bossy. But! Unbeknownst to you, he is already scheming to one day lead you around on a leash in return. But until then he’d be grinning and panting like a true puppy, really playing it up and testing how affectionate of a pup you can handle! It's almost overwhelming! He might even bark!

Harrison Gray

Haha, I can't imagine Harry getting into this, but he might reluctantly wear a collar just for you. It'd have to be a time when no one else would see. He'd be too embarrassed! He would probably draw the line at being led around on a leash. Harry seems like more of a cat than a puppy... He'd come to you eventually and you could at least praise him for being such a sweet boy, enjoying the blush that he tries so hard to cover up. ;)

Liam Evans

Liam is kind of already wearing a collar, how convenient. He would get soooo turned on by this activity lol. The idea of you tugging him around, keeping him close to you all day, petting and praising him...? It would drive him wild. He'd want to do this all the time. He'd lick you and pant and everything. Liam is so obsessed with his mistress. He’d get really into being your sweet, doting puppy that he'd actually whine when you try to take off his collar lmao.

Elbert Greetia

Wouldn’t mind this at all! Actually he’d kind of be into it because it would signal that you want to keep him by your side all the time. He wouldn’t be the most effusive or expressive pup but he would be sweetly, silently awaiting your praises and caresses while you lead him around. The way he doesn't take his eyes off of you like a loyal guard dog is so endearing to you. Once you two are alone, he'd start begging for even more affection from his mistress...

Alfons Sylvatica

Hahahaha! Who knows! Would Alfons be into this? Hard to say! He's so kinky, but he also gives the impression that he likes to be the one in control. He’d probably like to see you try to be his master, and he might even get unexpectedly turned on at this display of assertiveness from you? But... I can’t imagine him being a well-behaved puppy. He'd probably do everything in his power to fuck with you haha. He'd be all like, "isn't it your job to train me?" Yeesh. Roger Barel

“Ooh...? And where would you lead me to, hm?” He’s actually kind of intrigued by this request from you. Roger is a certified top, but since it's you he'd want to see how you go about this. For science, of course. He would love having so many opportunities to get you flustered, since he’s attached to you by a leash. He wouldn’t want anyone to see him in a collar but you, though haha. So you'd have a very limited area where he would feel comfortable enough to be your dog. And, let's face it, he would wriggle out of his collar and pounce on you before you could even lead him around lol.

Victor

The "V" in Victor actually stands for "vers." Lol. Victor happily obliges this request haha. He's such a gentleman and also such a freak lol. How could he refuse. He would gaze at you affectionately while you put his collar on and ask you all kinds of leading questions throughout the day to tease you. “Does my pretty master want me to fetch something for her?” “Does my collar look cute enough for my extra adorable master?” He’d ham it up so much that you'd get all flustered and quit this whole thing. But he'd still be grinning ear to ear, because he's so obsessed with you lmao.

Jude Jazza

Hahahahahaha, oh you silly little robin. You're not gonna do this with him. Lol, so cute that you thought this request could even be uttered. Lmao. He'd pull one of his faces and be all like "Are ya actually a dumbass?" BUT! I could see him enjoying making fun of you for asking this so much that he kind of talks himself into trying it? But only if you're willing to barter. He'd be all like "I doubt you've got what it takes to train a dog like me." You’d have to let him tie you up and lead you around somewhere as payback. And he’d want it to be extra humiliating for you. You're kind of scared to agree to it, but... he’d be so sexy on a leash. Dear god. He’d be so pissy and annoying lol. Bratty puppy Jude? Yes please! Ugh and it would be fun to treat him like a dog for once...

Ellis Twilight

Jesus christ. Imagining Ellis... in a collar? and on a leash? is unreasonably hot??? He would of course be down to do this if you told him it'd make you happy. And of course he’d be so casual about it, just smirking at you and being all like “So that means you’ll lead me around on a walk all day?” He would be so affectionate with you, licking you and rubbing his fluffy hair against you all day. He'd ask, “What if I don’t want to leave my master’s side, even if she takes me off-leash?” And you would just die! Like what is wrong with him??? ugghhhhh, Ellis is THE nosebleed material!!!

[hannieehaee]

what they'd be like if they had a crush on you

wc: 1075

a/n: no one requested thishsjss but i thought it was a cute concept so T-T

masterlist

seungcheol -

he'd constantly try to impress you by acting manly and dependable around you. he'd wanna show you what you were getting if you ever looked his way. if you ever needed anything he'd drop whatever he was doing to help you. he'd also be super possessive over you, fighting any of the guys if they ever tried to get closer to you than him. would want your attention on him at all times, not realizing he was making his intentions very obvious.

jeonghan -

he'd be confident about it. he'd probably treat you like any other friend but with a hint of something more. he'd always give you extra attention and make sure you were at least somewhat aware of his intentions. eventually he'd be more direct about it, maybe even teasing you about his own crush on you. would not actually confess to you but make it super clear he liked you, inciting you to do something about it.

joshua -

i think he'd literally just tell you. he's a confident guy, so he'd be able to measure as to whether or not you like him after a few times hanging out. he'd be flirty with you but remain a true gentleman at all times. he'd open doors for you, maybe give you little gifts every so often, get you food, etc. he'd do tiny little things to show how much he liked and thought about you, probably easily getting you to fall for him.

jun -

cutie would get so bashful around you. he'd giggle at anything you said, always avoiding your eyes as he did it. he'd try to impress you whenever you were around, but he'd be really subtle about it. he'd also try to stick close to you during group hangouts so that he could get some one-on-one time with you. would probably do his best to get close to you before very shyly telling you about his feelings.

soonyoung -

he'd think he was being subtle but he'd be so fucking obvious about it. whenever you were around, he'd do things to try and impress you like carry something heavy to show off his muscles or show off his dancing skills or some shit like that. he'd also literally just follow you around. he'd wanna be in your presence as much as possible so he could finally win you over.

wonwoo -

he'd be the sweetest guy to ever have a crush on you. he'd communicate his crush through his actions. would seek you out so you could hang out one-on-one very often. would listen to your problems and always be in the know about anything going on in your life. you'd probably end up developing a super strong emotional attachment to each other before he even confessed. would probably have you in the limbo between friends for lovers for a while (give him to me pls).

jihoon -

he'd be so shy about it lmao. he'd be so reserved and overly polite around you, avoiding eye contact and even avoiding you in general. you'd probably think he disliked you from how little he'd interact with you. 100% the type to somehow make you feel rejected by him and have to go apologize to you over the misunderstanding. also 100% the type to accidentally confess his crush while apologizing.

seokmin -

he'd be his super friendly self with you and even seek you out as much as he could. he'd be obvious about it but without actually being direct. he'd basically treat you like his s/o already without even confessing lmao. he'd give you his jacket when it was cold, buy you a warm drink every morning, walk you home, hold your hand, etc. he'd do all this without ever even confessing his crush, thinking he's treating you like any other friend. you'd have to snap him out of it and ask him to make things official yourself.

mingyu -

he'd either just straight up flirt with you or be a shy blushing mess around you. it'd depend on the nature of your relationship. for the most part, i think he'd be rlly bashful around you at first, until he realized maybeee the feelings might be mutual. in that case he'd be such a little shit and do stuff like flex around you or show off his height or literally just say suggestive shit to your face in order to get you to react.

minghao -

would probably try and court you. he seems like a traditional person when it comes to relationships, so he would probably make his intentions clear right off the bat, but not actually ask you out until you grew closer. another member who would have you in the limbo between friends and lovers until formally asking you to be his. would never feel nervous or anxious about his crush on you. he'd relish on it, actually.

seungkwan -

despite being super outgoing and making it seem like embarrassment is scared of him, he'd be a bit shy and bashful about his crush. he'd probably become your bestie in the process of trying to get closer to you. he'd accidentally put himself in the friendzone because of f how friendly he is. lucky for him he's cute and the odds that you liked him back were very high. would have to be talked by jeonghan or vernon into confessing.

vernon -

he seems like he'd be chill about it on the outside but a mess on the inside. no one would even know he liked you unless he straight up told them. he'd be that subtle. but any time you two interacted or you dared make some type of physical contact with him his heartbeat would go crazy. he'd have to give himself pep talks every night to learn to control his breathing when he was around you.

chan -

everyone would know and everyone would make fun of him because of it. he'd probably make the mistake of telling one member about it and the next day they'd all know. even you'd know. but not because of him being obvious but more like because the members would tease him while you were around. he'd just give it up and play into it at that point. i mean, you already knew so he might as well just be direct about it at this point, right? he'd try to get to you with his humor (and im ngl it'd work) and maybe even flirt with you too.

[pyrodolls]

WHAT IF THE INAZUMA MEN HAD A CRUSH ON YOU...

A/N: i hope this is not ooc, i've been playing genshin for like 2 years sooo i think i should know their personalities by now LMAO

CHARACTERS: arataki itto, gorou, kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayato, heizou, thoma (separate)

arataki itto loves showing off and trying to impress you, thinking that he's being very slick and secretive about his crush on you. but in reality, it's extremely clear that he has feelings for you. he'd always yell out your name every time he sees you and run up to you excitedly. he always seems to strike up an enthusiastic conversation with you and have his full attention on you, regardless of what the topic is.

gorou's crush on you feels as if it was taken straight out of a book. he gets the heart-beating, face flushing and sweating feeling every time he sees you. he stammers and struggles to keep up his professional facade every time he attempts to speak with you. which happens very rarely, as he is too nervous to even go up to you. he just stares at a distance, silently hoping you'd go up to him and start up the conversation yourself. it comes off as creepy more than cute, so you end up being uncomfortable every time he does this.

kaedehara kazuha is a gentleman through and through. he is very kind and helpful to you, always offering to perform your chores and tasks whilst striking up a conversation. he is also an excellent listener, never interrupting you when you speak and he offers input every now and then. he loves your voice and will listen to you talk about anything. overall, he's extremely charming and finds a way to treat you in a special way without revealing his feelings for you.

kamisato ayato is a man of ambition. he sees something he wants, he will get it. he is very strategic when it comes to courting you. he wishes for everything to be perfect and carefully considered. he would spend time with you and offer to treat you often. he also uses his resources and reputation in inazuma to make sure every outing by your side is enjoyable. he understands that he may be too busy to truly keep you happy in a relationship, but he is willing to try. as soon as you finally understand the meaning of his teasing and expensive gestures.

heizou does not believe in coincidences. meeting and falling in love with you was no fluke, it was meant to be. that is why he is almost completely open about his feelings for you. he has never explicitly stated that he has feelings for you, but he is not afraid to flirt with you or act as if you are already dating. he knows there is a chance that he could be rejected, but he would rather be open and honest about his feelings and risk getting rejected, rather than regret never being true to himself. however, if you expressed the slightest discomfort or straight up rejected him, he would stop. in the meantime, he's gonna keep up his flirty antics.

thoma is almost the perfect person to have feelings for you. he is extremely kind, respectful, gentle, and observant. the only problem is that he never has the free time to spend with you. he is constantly performing his daily tasks, offering help to others, etc. he tries to find the time to talk to you and drop a few hints to how he feels about you, but it isn't easy. so in the few moments he does have with you, he goes all out. he gets to know you more, he listens to you and understands you, and he puts an effort to help you with any task he can. he truly wishes to be with you someday, and he goes to sleep every night thinking of you, hoping he wasn't messing up your viewpoint of him just because of his busy schedule.

[justwinginglife]

Mistaken

My only warning is suggestive language. Guys. You have no idea how many times I had to remind myself I was writing fluff and not smut. I'm sure you can tell where I kept trying to veer into smut land haha. Dedicated to @94biscuits, more Gojo fics to come, maybe smut in those lmao.

Satoru was over again.

He let himself in like he always did. Came over and hugged you. Nuzzled against your neck. Pinched your sides. You pinched his cheeks in return. 

“Rascal,” You laughed.

“Just missed you.” He grinned.

You shook your head, half amused. Satoru said that same line every time he came over, but you knew he was only here for your brother. “Suguru’s in his room. Go on up, I’ll bring snacks in a bit.” 

The first time that Satoru Gojo had shown up at your door, he nearly made you fall in love with him. It was a classic Satoru Gojo move: flash that cocky grin of his, show off those shimmering eyes, and then, like a true gentleman, catch you when you inevitably swooned. You might’ve been under his spell forever if Suguru hadn’t interrupted the moment by smacking him on the forehead, saying, “Don’t go pulling that shit on my kid sister, stupid; she’s off limits.”

At the time, you had wanted to murder Suguru for taking away the opportunity to introduce yourself as someone worthwhile. Here was a boy who was strong, who was charming, who was devastatingly gorgeous, who would now be frequenting your doorstep, and you could’ve been anything you wanted to him. You could’ve been the enticing girl next door. You could’ve been the person he ran to when he couldn’t entrust his secrets to Suguru, when he couldn’t entrust them to anyone. Hell, you could’ve seduced him if you’d had the time. But instead, your stupid, older brother had swooped in and saddled you with the title of “kid sister” as well as deeming you “off limits,” and you swore Satoru never looked at you the same again. If he had been thinking of making a move, Suguru had tossed out the game board. Now, at best, you were a third wheel. 

Eventually, you got used to it. Got used to dashing up the stairs to scrounge up a pair of socks and shoes, only to discover once you’d reached the foyer that they’d already left without you- gone off to buy ice cream at the convenience store, or race each other down train tracks, or shoot hoops at the basketball court. Got used to doors closing in your face, to hushed whispers and hushed laughter, like you were always on the outside of the world’s biggest secret. Got used to being what you were: the baby sister. 

You and Suguru had always been close; it didn’t matter that you were younger than him. But now that he’d met Satoru, the only person who was closer to him than you were, you’d started to feel just how significant the weight of your age gap was. Of course he wanted to run off with Satoru; they could understand each other better than you ever could. It didn’t matter how many times you chased after them, how many times you begged, how many times you whined, you’d never be a part of their “dynamic duo.” So you stopped trying.

You settled for simple greetings between you and Satoru as you passed by each other in the living room. You settled for sharing the dinner table together for a mere moment, making small talk until they disappeared into Suguru’s room together again. You settled for the little bits of them you got to see here and there. And you settled for entertaining yourself. Going to the mall alone. Reading in your room alone. Riding your bike alone. 

Ironically, that was when they started paying more attention to you. Started sharing their inside jokes. Started including you in movie nights. Started sandwiching you in between them when they went on walks, with both their arms slung around you as they laughed and talked. 

It wasn’t like you never third wheeled again - in fact, you chewed both their heads off when you went to a concert together and they ran off to the mosh pits, leaving you to sulk in the nosebleed section- but you had to admit that you were happy to at least be remembered. 

You were sure it was because your big brother had finally taken pity on you. Maybe he’d finally remembered who’d held his hand when he got his wisdom teeth pulled, or who used to watch horror movies with him even if she was on the verge of tears, or who’d skip rocks with him by the lake.

You never would've guessed that it was Satoru’s idea to include you.

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“Suguru’s in his room. Go on up, I’ll bring snacks in a bit.”

Satoru watched you retreat into the kitchen, admiring your figure as you walked. Or, at least, he admired it for as long as he could before Suguru caught him lurking and smacked him on the back of the head. 

“Quit looking at her like she’s dinner, dumbass.”

Satoru chuckled shamelessly. “Can’t help that your sister’s hot.”

“Up. The. Stairs. Now.” Suguru yanked him by the collar and lugged him to his room. 

As much as Satoru liked to push Suguru’s buttons and joke about how attracted he was to you, he knew there was more to how he felt than simple attraction. Of course, your looks certainly helped. The day he’d met you, he’d been so stunned by your beauty that he thought his heart might stop. And when he couldn’t think up the proper words to say, his reflexes kicked in and he hit on you like a total douchebag. He hadn’t meant to wink at you, take you in his arms, and spew some stupid line that he’d used a million times on a million different girls. He’d simply meant to say hi. Introduce himself. Maybe get your number if he was lucky. Maybe get your ring size. But he was getting ahead of himself, he knew he was. And when Suguru swooped in to snuff out the moment, for a minute, he was even relieved. Suguru had saved him from being himself. 

Satoru had regretted how he’d handled meeting you, and he regretted how he handled everything after that. He hated seeing the hurt on your face when Suguru would shut the door in your face when you’d ask to join them, and he hated that he was the reason for it. He hated that it was because he was so ridiculously enamored with you that he had to sit behind closed doors and listen to Suguru scold him endlessly. He hated that his intentions were so clear on his face that when you proposed getting ice cream at a local convenience store and he’d immediately imagine spoon feeding you, Suguru had to drag him out of your line of sight shortly afterwards. He hated that he’d get so worked up over the scent of your perfume or your shampoo when he’d enter your house, imagining your wet hair in the shower, or your wet body, so much so that he had to run laps or shoot hopes with Suguru until he was so exhausted that all he could manage was a simple “Hey” when he inevitably saw you again, rather than do what he’d been craving to do. Rather than press you up against the wall and let your perfume soak into his pores as he devoured you whole. 

It wasn’t until you started to seem lonely that he got his shit together.

He’d notice you wouldn’t walk home with them after school anymore; instead you’d make your way to the library first so you could bring books home and have something to do when they abandoned you yet again. When they went out for walks, you’d go out for bike rides. In the opposite direction. When they’d decide to stay in, you’d decide to go out. One day, he faked sick, bailing on Suguru before taking off after you. When he found you wandering aimlessly at the mall, attempting to entertain yourself, he made the decision that he’d never leave you alone again. He’d bury these feelings. You’d simply be the girl next door. And then he could stay by your side without tripping over his own dick and ruining everything. 

So Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, the boy who never wanted for anything, did something he never thought he’d do in his entire lifetime: he begged. After Suguru listened to his pleading and whining for the better portion of an hour (and after Satoru appealed to his sense of humanity as an older brother who, of course, could never be happy upon discovering his sister's loneliness), he finally caved. He agreed to allow Satoru near you. Of course, he set condition upon condition upon condition until Satoru had started to feel like maybe he’d made a deal with the devil, but it was all worth it to see your smile when he finally got to pat the seat beside him on the couch and invite you to watch a movie with them. His heart still pounded like drums with you beside him, but he figured eventually it would dull to a steady, even beat.

He was wrong. 

Now that you were spending so much time together, now you had your nicknames (he’d argue they might even be pet names), now you had your inside jokes, now you had your personal ways to greet each other. Now he had his arm around your shoulders as he walked you to school. Now you had your arms around his waist as you welcomed him home. Now he had your favorite songs stuck in his head, your favorite movie quotes memorized, your favorite foods on standby. Now he was coming over every day instead of every week. Now he was in love. 

So when you finally brought a tray of snacks up to Suguru’s room for them to share, casually wondering aloud when the two of them were going to finally get together as you slid the tray over to them, he almost choked on his own lungs. 

WHAT???

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There was no easy way to let yourself down. 

But after so many attempts at purposely flirting with Satoru, just to see if he’d react the way you wanted him to, just to see if he felt what you felt whenever you were in a room together, when he started tensing up after your attempts, when he started perspiring, when he started looking elsewhere (really, anywhere but at you) you’d started to wonder if maybe he was gay.

Maybe you’d mistaken his charisma for flirting. Maybe you’d mistaken friendly banter for chemistry. Maybe you’d mistaken fondness for feelings. Maybe he was just here for your brother after all.

So you thought you might help them along.

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Suguru laughed and he laughed and he laughed.

Even after you’d left the house, Satoru was sure you could still hear Suguru’s laughter from miles away. On another day, at another time, Suguru might’ve been disgusted, might’ve been offended. Might’ve crinkled his nose, maybe even gawked at you, “You think I’d wanna be with him? Of all people?” But today, as he watched Satoru sink into the depths of despair beneath his covers, he couldn’t help but howl with laughter. 

You thought Satoru was gay. Suguru had never heard anything more hilarious in his entire life. At the very least, Satoru was bisexual. The way he got love drunk and acted stupid every time you were near him was proof enough of that. If you’d known the amount of times Suguru had had to dump a cold bucket of water on him or slap him silly or lock him in a closet until he got ahold of himself, you’d know Satoru wasn’t gay. You’d know he was in love with you. Fanatically and foolishly in love with you.

But you didn’t know. You knew absolutely nothing about it. And so Suguru laughed and Satoru whined.

“Maybe she’d peg you.” Suguru snorted, elbowing him in the ribs. 

“Asshole.” He grumbled, shoving him away. 

“Exactly- right in the asshole.” Suguru snickered.

Satoru chucked the pillow at his face. But any anger he’d felt quickly dissipated as he recounted your earlier words yet again. How could you think he was here for Suguru when he was clearly here for you? How could you miss the way he rocketed out of his seat the second the bell rang, just so he could walk home with you? How could you miss the way he feigned stretching so he could inch closer to you on the couch? How could you miss the way he always froze, even just for a millisecond, when you purred his name? How could you have gotten everything so terribly, terribly wrong? And how was he supposed to fix it? He sighed and flopped back onto the bed miserably.

"C'mon- quit looking so depressed." Suguru attempted to tug him up.

Satoru only buried his face deeper into the pillows.

"You're starting to make me feel bad for you."

Satoru peeked at him from under the blanket. "Bad enough that you'd finally let me ask her out?"

"NO."

He whined and pulled the covers back over his head.

Then the front door opened and he sat up straight. Apparently, he’d moped so long that you were back home again. And now that you were home, this time, he’d do something. This time, he wouldn't stay stunned in silence. This time, he'd make you understand.

His eyes drifted over to the half eaten tray of snacks (he’d only had the heart to munch on half of them while he moped and Suguru was too busy teasing him to care about the food). An idea formed in his mind, and he snatched the tray up, making his way to the kitchen where you’d started unloading groceries. 

“Turn.” He commanded.

Raising your eyebrow, you obeyed, setting down your bags before facing him.

“Open.”

You stared at him quizzically for a moment, before finally shrugging and opening your mouth. 

He popped a cube of cheese in your mouth. 

You chewed, eyeing him curiously, but he’d chosen your favorite thing on the tray so you didn’t complain. 

“Open.”

He popped a strawberry into your mouth this time. 

“Are you just-” You chewed a couple more times, “Gonna keep feeding me?” You laughed as he popped a gummy into your mouth in response.

While he was acting strange, it wasn’t so different from his usual shenanigans so you paid no mind to it, allowing him to continue feeding you. You’d just thought that he hadn’t wanted the snacks you prepared to go to waste. Little did you know, he had an ulterior motive.

After stuffing your mouth full with a large marshmallow, he finally said, “So, get this- the girl I’m into thinks I’m gay.”

Your eyes widened and you nearly choked. You opened your mouth to speak but he’d stuffed you well because your cheeks were still bursting at the seams. You had to chew more aggressively to even have a chance at speaking, but he’d already continued rambling.

“She thinks I’m, like, in love with her brother or something. She really needs to get a clue.”

You finally swallowed the marshmallow only for him to capture your chin in between two fingers, gently coaxing your mouth open enough to pop a chocolate in next. You glared at him as you began to chew again.

He wanted to laugh. You looked like the cutest, angriest, little chipmunk. And he loved you so much. His fingers traveled up your jaw, caressing tenderly. “She has no idea I’ve only been visiting so much to see her. How do you think I should tell her I’m in love with her?” He asked sincerely, his eyes searching yours.

You swallowed and you swore you felt your heartbeat in your throat. 

Then, smirking, he leaned over and licked your lips. “Mm. Chocolate. My favorite.”

Your cheeks burned bright and your breath stuttered in your throat. “T-T-Toru!”

“If I was gay, I wouldn’t do that, would I?”

You shook your head quickly.

“How about this, would I do this?” He kissed your auburn cheeks. 

You let out a sigh that was almost like a whine. 

“And this? If I didn’t love you, would I do this?” His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and his nose nuzzled against yours. Before you could think about the warmth of his breath ghosting on your lips, he kissed you. Gently at first. Then, his hands found the small of your back, pulling you towards him until your hips knocked against each other. In a flash, his desire was searing itself deep into your lips. He groaned into the kiss and you thought he might just take you now, on the kitchen counter. 

And then he pulled away, panting. 

Confused, your brows furrowed. You reached for him and he stopped you.

“I said I loved you, didn’t I? So I won’t do anything until you’re ready. Much as I’d like to. That’s what loving you means to me. That’s what you mean to me. So tell me, do you love me?” Hope and fear warred in his eyes as he awaited your response. 

You pinched his cheeks and he let out a surprised scoff. “You really have to ask? If I didn’t love you, would I return this?” You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

He smiled as he accepted your kiss.

“Now, the real question is-" You pulled away, "Just how much do you love me?”

He scoffed again, straightening confidently. “Are you doubting me? I love you more than anything.” 

“Oh, good. So you’re willing to convince my brother then?” You turned him around to face a fuming Suguru in the doorway.

“Fuck.”

Taglist: @pixelcafe-network @minasfwoopyponytail @ouiouimochi @inkytypewriter

Thanks for beta reading @tbaluver!

[squiddy-god]

malleus and leona shy but crack S/O hcs

That’s his reaction

Kajasisjane your goona give this boy grey hair lmao! Here he was thinking you were all shy and cute like a little bunny but then blam! Sike your actually really funny and have really big crack head energy???

Likes to tease you in public to make you all shy and flustered

He has 0 shame. He’ll touch your ass and won’t even care when you smack his hand away cause your shy

Please return all of his teasing when you get back home, he deserves it

Like just be a massive tease at home because he had the nerve to tease you out in public. Be as petty as possible tbh.

He just wants to sleep dear god why are you makeing chocolate pudding at 4am?

Because you’ve lost control of your life

Honestly he might straight up pounce on you if you tease him enough

Hahaha hahaha your in for a long night if he does 👀

Overall 9/10 times he won’t join the crackhead shenanigans

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

Pspspspspspspspspspspsps

Honestly he’s surprised, he thought you were a shy little child of man but nope your actually quite the opposite

11/10 will join you in whatever fun your having because he doesn’t wanna be left out lmao

Sometimes he just chuckles and laughs at your antics

The fae are quite the tricksters so your crack energy is nothing new to malleus

Teases you in the most subtle ways

Gentle ghost like kisses so close to your lips yet so far away, seductive kisses on your knuckles like a true gentleman

“Hmm? Dose something ale you child of man? Your face is red? Have you come down with a fever? ”

He knows exactly what he’s doing

It’ll never stop shocking him when you turn the tables on him

Tbh he’s really fond of that shock tho so keep doing it

[etrsilk]

Please can we get a main 4 x reader during ovulation? It's coming up and I'm literally like a feral beast 😭 also I love your writings so far 💕💕

₊✩‧₊˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ⇝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘢,𝘎𝘰𝘯,𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘢,𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 — ✘

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

⎝ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚:: I love this request so much!! also sorry, it’s quite short 😭 and thank you very much <3💕

 —𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Killua would be a bit embarrassed; it’s not that it was really a taboo subject for him, but rather that among the many blood-related topics discussed, this one wasn’t the most frequent (lmao)

➘ If you tend to have very painful periods, he would probably do his best to be as attentive and caring as possible. If your periods aren’t very painful, he would allow himself to tease you and be a bit playful, but nothing too harsh… he’s just trying to lift your spirits in his own way!

➘ In reality, he worries a bit and tries to be as comforting, patient, and empathetic as possible, although he can be a bit clumsy

➘ he would act a bit like in this headcanon, He would act a bit like in these headcanons, trying to take care of you as he would with a sick reader, with lots of tenderness and attention !

 —𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐀ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ He would be absolutely the best. You wouldn’t even need to tell him what you need; he would already show up with a prepared hot water bottle, the necessary medication, and your favorite snacks.

➘ He would feel really sorry for you if you had painful periods and would do everything he could to ease your discomfort. He’d offer massages, keep you company, and find ways to distract you to make you feel better.

➘ He would also be incredibly cuddly, showering you with tenderness and affection. He would make sure you exert as little effort as possible and get plenty of rest. He’d take care of you by serving you everything you need and handling the small tasks so you can relax.

➘ Regarding your mood, he would try to be as tolerant and patient as possible. He’d always give you the benefit of the doubt to avoid arguments and support you in every difficult moment. He would do everything to make you feel loved and understood, even during the most uncomfortable times.

 —𝐆𝐎𝐍ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Despite growing up surrounded by women, he knows very little about it… He barely understands what it is. I see Mito as a rather “conservative” person, and his grandmother simply never had the chance to discuss this topic with him.

➘ Even so, I don’t think he would be particularly embarrassed when you talk about it! It’s just frustrating because he doesn’t know much and therefore doesn’t really know how to help you or what you might be going through. But fortunately, his savior was there to explain everything and give him advice…

➘ LEORIO!!

➘ He would try to be as attentive, caring, and gentle with you as possible. He would frequently ask if you’re okay and would bring you hot water bottles or medication on his own initiative.

➘ he would act a bit like in this headcanon, he would try to comfort you and distract you by planning movie nights or fun activities like that!

 —𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Leorio would know you’re going to have your period even before you do.

➘ As a doctor, he is VERY knowledgeable and would do everything possible to relieve your menstrual pain with all the existing methods available. He would give you massages and use innovative, and maybe even a bit surprising, techniques to help you feel better.

➘ The fact that he’s a doctor makes him even more understanding and attentive to your needs!

➘ Being a true gentleman, he would offer to do all the housework and daily chores, of course. He would make sure you don’t have to do anything other than rest.

➘ To comfort you, he would try to make you laugh with his jokes and charming humor. He would do everything to make you feel loved and supported during this time.

—English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!!

[littlxpxtal]

True Blue

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

And it feels good

To be known so well

I can't hide from you

Like I hide from myself

February

Noah unbuckled his seatbelt before reaching over to cup my face and press a soft kiss on my cheek. He got out of the car and came over to the passenger side to open my door for me. We walked hand in hand to my front door, the motion sensor lighting up as we approached.

“I had a really good time tonight” I said, my breath fogging in the crisp air.

He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear and smiled.

“Me too. I’m going to be thinking about that filet for weeks.” He chuckled.

“Thanks for picking me up and everything. I should probably get inside, it’s late.” I took a step towards the door, and he reached out to grab my hand.

”Can we do this again?” He asked with pleading eyes. I nodded my head yes, just as Lucy swung the front door open.

”There you are!” She yells, pulling me into the house.

“I’ll text you” I said to him before she shut the door in his face.

”You’re unbelievable.” I scolded her, while taking off my jacket and boots.

“Who even is that guy?” She questions, arms crossed over her chest.

”His names Noah. We’ve gotten close this year and he finally asked me out. We usually just study together but tonight was our first date.” She rolled her eyes in response.

”He dosn’t seem like your type.”

”Okay, then what’s my type Lucy?”

”Blondes.” She stated matter-of-factory. I huffed in response, walking towards the basement door.

I contemplated fighting back, but I was exhausted from my day, so I just went downstairs. Finally laying down on my bed I checked my messages.

Sab:

Please tell me that’s who I think it is on your story lol

Rafe Cameron:

Noah McKinney? Really?

Kiara, Cleo & Sarah:

Y/N who is that mysterious MAN on your story????????

and why have we not heard a single thing about him

CRICKETS

they’re probably fucking rn

GET IT Y/N

I sighed, and decided to respond to the group chat with the girls first.

Hey, his name is Noah he goes to Kook academy w me lol. We got kinda close this school year and he asked me on a date so I said yes. That was technically my real first date like ever

TELL US EVERYTHING

Well we were studying for our history exam together since we have the same class together this semester, and he asked if I wanted to try out the new steak house that opened up on Willow Ave and I said yes. He picked me up, opened all my doors for me and even pulled out my chair for me when we sat down at the table. He picked up the check and the dropped me off at home. He kissed me on the cheek, I think he was going to make a move but my stupid sister cockblocked us. That’s about it

this is literally amazing news

He sounds like a true gentleman

Ya we wouldn’t know anything about that around here

So do you like him?

I’m still trying to figure that out I think. He’s a nice guy but I didn’t feel a spark like I’ve felt before.

Wait this is also news to me WHO HAS MADE YOU FEEL SPARKS

oh are you talking about that one time you and j hooked

KIE FUCK OFF

Y/N, Kie & JJ are fucking now btw

WTF I’ve missed so much

girl you never come down to the cut anymore

ya and my parents kicked me out so im basically living w JJ now

Ya his dad bailed btw

holy shit we need a major catch up ASAP. Can you guys come over tomorrow? Girls night ????????????

we’ll be there.

I swipe off of our chat and respond to Sab next

Yupppp its Noah lol

Sooo rafe’s out???

Lmao fuck off

After a few more minutes of letting Rafe’s text sit there, I finally respond.

Yea, we study together

He immediately responded.

that didn’t look like studying to me

study breaks are a thing

yea at a fucking steakhouse be real

some men are more chivalrous than others

his chat bubble appears, then disappears. After waiting a few more moments, with no response, i click my phone off and head to the bathroom to get ready. After returning, there was still no response from Rafe, but I did have a text from Noah.

Hey beautiful, I made it home. I had a great time, let me know when you’re free, I’d love to do this again.

I had a great time too, I’ll let you know!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With my parents on the mainland for business and Lucy staying over at a friends, I had the whole house to myself.

I set everything up in a cute valentines theme, with heart shaped flasks, cookies baking in the oven, an assortment of snacks and sweet treats on the main coffee table, 3 bottles of red wine and a lineup of romcoms ready. Before I knew it, the front door swung open, to reveal Kie, carrying two huge squishmallows and a blanket, Cleo carrying what I assume is both of their bags.

”Y/N” they screamed in unison. I ran up to them, squeezing them both as hard as I could.

”I missed you guys so much” I sobbed, tears immediately falling from my eyes.

”Now don’t cry miss girl. We’re here now, no need to worry” Cleo affirmed, planting a kiss to my forehead.

As if on cue, Sarah walked through the open front door, a bottle of wine in her right hand a bouquet of flowers in her left.

”There’s my girl!”

I let go of the girls and embraced Sarah.

“God I missed you”

”yea you’ve seen my brother more than you’ve seen me!” She jokes. I give her shoulder a slight push, a blush creeping along my teary cheeks.

Kiara, while putting the stuffed animals on the couch, whips around.

”You see rafe a lot?” She questions, raising an eyebrow.

”Not like a lot…. Let me have a drink or two and I’ll fill you in.” I say, fiddling with my hair.

”Gods I can’t wait to hear about this” Cleo laps her hands together and sits down on the couch.

The timer on the oven beeps and I walk over to the kitchen, Sarah following behind, getting a vase from the cabinet, where we’ve always kept them.

“I forgot how well I know this places” she giggles.

”I’m sorry I don’t have you over anymore, Im sorry I haven’t been able to see any of you guys really. I’ve been such a bad friend.”

”Dude your parents are tough.”

”Coming from you ie? Yours literally kicked you out!”

”they did it cus I started seeing JJ. And they gave me an ultimatum. I chose him.” She said with a soft smile.

“Mine said they wouldn’t help me with college.” I said, hanging my head low, embarrassment flooding my head, realizing how selfish my reasoning was.

”okay yea but you actually have a real future miss smarty pants.” Cleo chimes in, walking into the kitchen to join us.

”I guess. I think you made the right decision though Kie, JJ is a great guy,and I’m sure your parents will get over it.”

”yea and if they don’t. I honestly don’t care” she says shrugging her shoulders. ”Plus, you know me. I don’t really like being told what to do.”

”I think that’s the difference between me and you. Sometimes I can’t function unless im being directed.”

”yea but it keeps you out of trouble.” She responds, reaching into the drawer to get out a bottle opener.

“Speaking of … I heard what happened on the beach … with the turtles and Ruthie and everything.” I say, using a spatula to take the cookies off the baking tray onto a cooling rack.

”God don’t even get me started. You should’ve seen them Y/N, they all just stood there. Even fucking rafe and Sofia.”

I stood up straight and slowly turned my head.

”Im surprised he wasn’t with Carissa” I say, with a tone of annoyance in my voice.

”She was so last semester. Rafe always has a new girl on his side for each season.” Sarah grumbles, holding out her glass to Kie for her to fill. The thought of Rafe and Sofia hanging out in public was too humiliating to even process. The last time we had seen each other outside of school was New Years Eve. I made it a point to avoid any of the parties that have been thrown so I can focus on finishing out the year strong, and to avoid having to speak about what happened between Rafe and I that night. It was frustrating to think Sofia is Carissa’s replacement. I wasn’t even a placement to begin with, I was just there. Floating around, like I always have.

“So what are you going to do to get back at her?” I ask, wiping my hands clean on a rag, trying to avoid the comment Sarah just made.

”We’ve been cooking up something” Cleo says with a smirk.

”Yea but the boys want to handle it themselves. “ Kie says, rolling her eyes.

”the fuck are they gonna do pull another gun on them?” I say, gaining giggles in response from all three.

”Anyone want a cookie?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a few rounds of the absurdly confusing card game Cleo tried teaching us, I felt bubbly and light from the wine I had been drinking.

“So Toppers with Ruthie now?” I ask, a slight hiccup escaping my lips.

“Yep. Well, as far as I can tell” Kie responded, placing a card down.

“Wait wasn’t he seeing Sab?” Sarah questioned. Cleo and I groaned in response to the card Kie put down, putting them ahead of us in the game.

I placed a card down and picked up another from the deck. “To be honest, i don’t actually know what’s even happened between them... they would just hang out at parties and she would stay back with him. I tried not to ask too many questions.”

The reality was, the more asked her about topper, the more I knew she would ask rafe. So I just left it alone, especially after she got mad at me for ditching her on new years.

Now that I think about it, I don’t even know who ended up being her new years kiss. Im assuming it wasn’t topper.

“Didn’t you go to his New Year’s party?” Kie asked, taking a sip from her cup.

“Uh yea, it was lame tho so I dipped pretty early.” Sarah started giggling, and I kicked her with my foot.

”What , what’s so funny?”

”Cus rafe just so happened to want to come back with my dad for new years. And he told me he ended up at toppers”

I can feel my face flush, as Kie & Cleos mouths drop open.

”Well, sounds like he came back for a special someone.”

”I have no idea what you guys are even talking about.” I say, finishing the last of my drink in a large gulp, standing up to get a refill.

“I caught Rafe FaceTiming her when we were in Bora Bora, so I can only assume he had quite the reason to leave a WEEK early”

”SARAH” I screamed from the kitchen.

“What! If it wasn’t such a big deal you wouldn’t be freaking out right now.”

”So you two…” Cleo asks with a smirk, tilting her head at me as I walked back in with a full glass.

”Look its nothing alright. When Sabrina and topper were.. doing whatever they were doing, I was always sucked into hanging out with them at parties. And we would just hang out. It’s obviously nothing serious, especially if he’s all over Sofia now.”

”So what happened between you two?” Kie asks, holding out her glass to get topped off by me. I fill her glass up and set the bottle down wit a sigh.

“Just a few hook ups. Nothing crazy. We see each other every once in a while. Usually when one or the other is bored. He seemed pissed about me hanging out with Noah yesterday though.”

”God is that why he was an asshole at dinner last night?” Sarah asks. I shrug m shoulders in response and look over to Kie & Cle, whose mouths are still hung open.

”And you’re okay with this?” Cleo asks Sarah. she laughs and puts her arm around my shoulder.

”I thinks he deserves better than Rafe, but it would be dope if we could be sisters. We’ve all been around each other since I can remember. If rafe didn’t suck so much I would throw them a wedding right now.”

”Alright bitch you’re drunk.” Kie says with a laugh.

”I’m serious though!” Sarah proclaims. “But can you tell us about Noah now?”

“I mean, he’s a really nice guy. Super sweet and all. He wants to go on another date.”

”This is awkwardly close to Valentine’s Day” Kie chimes in. I shrug my shoulders and bite my bottom lip.

”Yea, I told him I’d let him know when im free so I guess we’ll see.”

”Well do you want a boyfriend, or…” Cleo asks.

”I don’t know. But speaking of boyfriend… YOU AND POPE???? I HAD TO FIND OUT FORM INSTAGRAM” I shouted, practically leaping out of my seat. She swats her hands in the air and blows a raspberry through her lips.

”It’s not a big deal, it just kind of happened, ya know?” She says, using her hands to try and hide her face.

”Okay so you all three have boyfriends… I guess I have to get one now.” I proclaimed, taking a sip from my glass.

”Don’t rush into it though love, you need to find the right person for you.” Kie says, placing her hand on my knee.

I look around at the girls,flushed faces and pink lips from the wine we had been drinking.

”I love you guys” I say softly. Before I know it, im being tackled to the ground in a big group hug.

“We love you too, Y/N” Sarah says into my ear.

“And we always will” Kies muffled voice rumbles against my shoulder.

“Forever and ever” Cleo chimes in.

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[buckysgrace]

I both love and hate that Billy won’t admit his true feelings to a girl he cares about. That’s just so canon. I can see him the second he starts having feelings, freaking out in his head and distancing himself. Poor Bills 😫 Maybe that’s why I love fanfic where he has a happy ending. He really deserves one

Idk if you were asking for little blurbs but, that’s what you GET! <3

Ughhhh same same. I think he’s just so…. Fearful perhaps? Really afraid and stubborn to just open up and share what he feels (also also also the fear of being abandoned is soooo strong when he’s with someone he cares about in my opinion).

So then yes he starts distancing himself because it’s easier for him to put up those walls before he gets hurt, but maybe you’re also a little stubborn. Or just oblivious. And despite the fact that he is really trying to get away from you, you just can’t let that happen. <3

I think he’d be pretty strict on you two being “Just friends.” No arguments, he’s too scared to fully talk about labels or that he’d like you enough to consider you to be his partner (he’s crazy about you).

And I think you’d also have to deal with this man staring at you just all the time. He loves eye contact already but he also just loves to memorize how you look?? Definitely has your little quirks down and when you ask him why he’s staring he’s always gonna say you have something on your face lmao.

I think he’s also like reserved about physical touch? Very scared of accidentally hurting you at first and it’s just so uncommon to him that he gets all nervous and his hands get all sweaty and clammy lol. But once he’s over that?? He’s touching you all the time, everywhere and it doesn’t matter who’s around lol.

And so yeah maybe he won’t admit that he’s absolutely whipped and crazy about you but I think you could certainly tell by his gestures? Soft nose kisses, tracing your lips and holding you close any time he can <3

He will definitely refer to you as his pretty girl (or pretty boy whichever you prefer). I think he’d definitely warm up to like baby or babe but calling his person pretty really warms his heart <3

Piggybacking off of that like… he would get so flustered and defensive if you compliment him. Would act like he cannot believe you did such a thing and pshhh, him? Pretty?? Absolutely cannot handle you saying such things about him. He knows he’s attractive but something about you saying it so gently, so sweetly and softly makes his knees weak.

Okay and I think at first too he just… is not the best gift giver. He has not had that practice before so it’s not necessarily sloppy but when he buys you things it would be within the hobby that you enjoy, but more of his style (for instance if you like reading he’s 100% getting you his favorite genre or book). Which is also, sweet but I do think he’s observant enough that after the first few times he truly understand what you like and what you don’t like.

I also think he’s down with restaurant dates and going to the movie theater and what not but I truly believe he loves to do things that are more sensual and deep? He’s definitely a late night, lying under the stars and having deep talks kind of guy. It takes a lot for him to open up but you best believe he has you memorized like the back of his hand.

AND I also think he is just such a gentleman?? Holding the door open for you, holding your hand as you step up a curb, giving you his jacket?? All of those omg.

I think he’d also ask your parents permission to date/marry you and all of that stuff (granted you have a good relationship with him). He just seems like he’d really want to have a good relationship with them too??

I’d also like to think that he just admits his feelings just randomly, maybe not even fully realizing he did it either?? Say you’re sat together on your couch early on a Saturday morning watching cartoons, definitely a little hungover, and he’s just like “You know I love you, right?”

And you’re just so taken aback and this is definitely not the scene that you imagined (neither did he) but it just works. Takes a lot for you to muster the words back because how emotional would that be?? Then he’d just squeeze your knee with a little smile and settle back into comfortable silence 🥺

Idk if any of this made sense but but he’s just my special little guy I luv him very dearly hehe

[etoileee]

OMG A BATFAM SHIFTER IM LOSING IT RN. This might be a weird thing to ask and idk if it’s gonna make sense but can you tell us a bit about how your brothers are in your dr but like how they speak and stuff? like introverted or extroverted? how are they like in conversation? I know this is a bit of a loaded question sorry 😅

don’t worry you’re good! I’ll probably make posts about all of them individually going in depth but I hope I can answer your questions well enough to satisfy you! 😭

y��know, I call them assholes and dumbasses (as one does with their siblings) but I’ll admit to the fact that they are actually very proper gentlemen when it counts. bruce has them MANNERED. lots of “yes ma’am” and “yes sir” to anyone that’s older, service workers, basically everyone else they aren’t close to.

I think the way I’m going to go about this is give you some info about how they are, things they say, and in what context (hopefully all of this will make sense)

— RICHARD GRAYSON

out of all of them, he’s the most friendly and talkative, I’d say. I don’t know if you guys will know what I’m referencing but there’s this video of the weeknd talking backstage with fans and he’s like SUPER friendly and chatting up a storm and everyone in the comments is like “his friendly ahh” and “you can tell bro is canadian” THATS WHAT DICK REMINDED ME OF WHEN I FIRST SHIFTED LMAO people are usually pretty in shocked about how well spoken all of them are. that and with dick they are amused at the fact that he’s actually a sweetheart

his sense of humor is making people laugh but if you don’t he takes it personally and starts to tweak out a bit

things that dick has said that I think about often;

“…I know that hurts” *is watching me practice being en point”

*talking to a group of people and making them laugh*, *turns to look at me with a mischievous ass smile*, *mouths* “I’m good at this shit”

“why are you so fucking negative all the time? gimmie a lil toothy grin” *he says to a very grumpy and sleepy jason before being slapped*

— JASON TODD

him and tim are the most introverted ones in my dr. one thing about jason is he don’t give a damn LMFAO

not to say that he’s rude, he’s not (not unprovoked) but if we are in a social setting he doesn’t really talk unless spoken to, simply because he probably doesn’t care and is not interested in what is happening and would rather zone out or talk to somebody he does know and is close with. of course if someone he doesn’t know very well speaks to him he will be very respectful but he wont force himself to be overly talkative and go out of his way to be very friendly (again he’s not rude, just only has enough social battery to be a gentleman most of the time.)

blunt, dry ass humor that I appreciate very much. one of my favorite things about him is HE SWEARS SO GOOD IT MAKES ME GIGGLE

things that jason has said that I think about often;

“I didn’t give a fuck yesterday, I didn’t give a fuck today, and I’m probably not gonna give a fuck tomorrow”

*watches me, tim, and dick build the notre dame lego from the dark stairs in the foyer looking like a weirdo and menacing as hell* “…can I help?”

“don’t piss me off” - his favorite things to say

— TIM DRAKE

a true ambivert. as I mentioned he and jason are the most introverted but tim will talk to anyone that will listen tbh. he could go on and on about certain topics and honestly I really like to hear him speak because he is so well spoken and passionate about certain things. all of them are pretty well articulated but he is the most well articulated. he’s the more quiet sweetheart of the family that’s also a NERD. if you do speak to him, just know he will absolutely give his heart and soul into that conversation

he has very clever humor (he kind of reminds me of like an english man) that you honestly might not get if you don’t know anyone like him and if you don’t understand what he said he’s like “oh okay…” awkward as hell

things that tim has said that I think about often;

*us watching a korean movie together* “did you know that korean is one of the most isolated languages in the world?”

*Burce complimenting damian* “yeah he’s got a face for radio” - tim

“what the hell that have to do with the tea prices in china?”

— DAMIAN WAYNE

the most unserious, chaos causing mf EVER. he’s also one of the more extroverted people in the family up there with dick. dick is the more charming friendly one and damian is like… I don’t even know. of course he is still respectful but he’s the least formal out of everyone. he’s more worried about having a fun conversation and not one with forced formal wording. for example if someone calls him “mister wayne” he’s like “ew please call me damian”. I’ve also heard people say things like “you can tell he’s the youngest brother” and yeah tbh he’s fun and annoying. what else could you want?

his humor is quoting spongebob

things that damian has said that I think about often;

“THIS IS SO LUXXXX” *he yells as he tries on bruces rolex*

*awkward ass silence anywhere* “imagine all the peopleeeeee” (he kinda serves vocals during this tbh)

“MY DIET DOCTOR KELP?” *damian yells in disbelief in the car since he didn’t get his doctor pepper from the drive thru*