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discount-shades · 1 year

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Contract Spouse Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Living the Lie

A/N: to quote M*A*S*H “War isn’t Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.”

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)

Warning: Angst, war, PTSD, civilian deaths, child death, nightmares

Length: 2100 ish

Summary: Jake and Pip settle into living together.

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Two weeks after you had settled into Jake's house in San Diego you were on the phone with Sami. Your almost daily phone calls with Jake had been replaced by phone calls to Sami. You look up from the pasta you were stirring on the stove as Jake walks through the side door. He goes to greet you but cuts himself off when he sees you are on the phone.

“Who is it?” You read his lips as he mouths the question and you mouth the answer back. “Hi Sami,” he calls out.

“Jake says hi,” you say with a resigned sigh. Relaying a conversation between the two siblings when you were on the phone with Jake had started very soon after the wedding and now that you were living with Jake, the habit had immediately resumed in reverse and you had long since given up trying to get them to talk to each other. Jake now sports a smile identical to the one Sami always had on her face during these conversations.

When you finally hang up the phone you roll your eyes at Jake. “You guys are ridiculous, I hate you both.”

“No you don’t,” he grins as he heads to his room to change out of his work clothes “You love us.”

“That's the problem.” You mumble to yourself as you dump the pasta into a serving dish and set the table before sitting down to dinner.

“I got two more quotes on redoing the roof,” you tell Jake between bites of alfredo. “I think we should go with the second, they’re more expensive but have better reviews and can begin sooner.”

“Whatever you think is best.” Jake shrugs, relieved you had taken over the repairs he had been too busy to arrange.

“And the contractor for the hot water tank called, he had a cancellation and can come replace ours tomorrow.” Jake just nods in confirmation and you fight a sigh.

The house that Jake had bought a few months ago, though overall in good shape, had needed a few updates and you had quickly taken over organizing them. Talking about hiring contractors over dinner makes you feel more married than you have ever felt before. The monotony of cohabitation made slipping into the rhythm of life together automatic.

Living with Jake was easy. You worked together seamlessly, easily dividing household chores and responsibilities. Chatting in the evenings, watching tv, or just sitting in silence reading. The two of you just fit together. He had even tolerated you reorganizing every drawer and shelf in the common spaces with minimal cursing over not being able to find things.

Life continues in the same thread. You and Jake grocery shopping, going for walks, cooking, and doing dishes, just easily living together. But as time went on you were finding it harder and harder.

Everyday you had to stifle your imagination as you pictured him coming through the door and giving you a kiss. The little part in your heart that you could never squish down was still hoping that one day Jake would look at you and fall in love.

The logical part tried to keep your breathing steady when Jake would brush past you in the kitchen. Tried to keep you from melting into his touch when he placed his hand on your lower back when you were walking together in public. Tried to keep from staring when you were together.

It didn’t help that Jake frequently walks around without his shirt. Whether it was first thing in the morning, after a shower, or after a run. You loved and hated it. When you said goodnight and went to your separate rooms you wanted to follow him into the master bedroom and finally end your embarrassingly long dry spell. You should have hooked up with your cute neighbor in your final days in Austin. Maybe that would have made things easier.

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“Jake,” your voice startles him out of his sleep. He can hear you tapping gently on his door before easing it open. “We have a problem.”

“What's wrong?” he mumbles sleepily as he sits up in bed, squinting in the hall light shining through the open door. The rain from earlier is still lightly falling outside. “What time is it?”

“It’s a little after midnight, The roof is leaking.” You tell him, hair pulled up into a sloppy bun and pillow creases on your cheek. “I woke up in a puddle, it's coming through the light fixture above the bed.”

Jake mumbles curses. He had been sleeping soundly and would have likely been able to sleep the whole night if the roof hadn’t leaked. He helps you move the bed and set up a big rubbermaid bin under the leak to catch the dripping water while you strip the wet bedding off the mattress and throw it in the bathtub. You flip the breaker and he carefully removes the light so the water can fall directly into the bin without pooling, you dutifully hold the flashlight.

After you follow him into the attic to see where the leak is. Fortunately it is only in one spot and the rain has slowed to a stop. Using the towels you had so neatly organized, you help him mop up all the water you can. You place another bin under the main leak but it has slowed to a drip. Working next to you in the dimly lit attic, Jake realizes he never would have noticed the leak so soon if not for you.

“When are they supposed to fix the roof?” Jake asks you.

“Monday,” you say sadly and he sighs. “If you leave all the information for me I’ll call the insurance company tomorrow.”

He follows you down the ladder with the wet towels and throws them into the washing machine. You follow with the towels from your room. Your teeth chattering and he looks at you for the first time and notices that your pajamas are soaking wet.

“Pip you're going to get sick, go change.” You roll your eyes at him but comply and grab a dry pair of pajamas and head to the bathroom so you can leave your wet ones in the tub. When you come out of the bathroom he meets you in the hall. “I dumped the bin in your room, we should be good to go back to sleep.” You nod but don't follow him; grabbing your pillow you turn to go into the living room.

“Where are you going?”

“The couch.” You stare at him in confusion. “My mattress is soaked.”

“Yeah but mine's not.” You stand there staring at him and he suddenly feels like he has overstepped. The look in your eye is unreadable but you just agree quietly and follow him. When he reaches the bed and you crawl in beside him he feels his stomach clench. He can't remember the last time he slept next to someone, it's been years, definitely before the nightmares started. What if he moves and hits you, or says something he doesn’t want you to hear?

It’s awkward. As soon as he lies down beside you he feels the need to move and eases himself over to his other side. He can hear you rolling over when he does. You don’t say anything but he can tell you are tense. Maybe he shouldn't have insisted you share his bed. “Do you want to build a pillow wall?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You roll over again and he can feel your eyes on him. “Good night Jake.”

“Goodnight.” You stop moving but he can tell you are not asleep by your breathing. He listens and tries not to move but he can’t sleep if you are awake. He feels the bed shift every time you move and shuffle your feet. He stares into the dark hyper aware of you beside him, pretending to sleep before he finally breaks the silence. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“My feet are cold,” you tell him. “I can’t sleep with cold feet.”

Jake bites back a sigh and says the thing he doesn’t want to do. “You can put them on me.”

Your soft laugh almost makes it worthwhile. “I don’t think you mean that,” you counter. And he reaches down to feel your feet and immediately regrets his decision when he feels how icy they are.

“Come on,” he says resignedly and urges you to roll over so you can press your feet to his warm legs. When you settle he finds himself focusing on your cold toes to distract himself from the warmth coming from your body lying beside him.

As your feet warm he can feel the tension leave you as you relax into sleep, your breath slowing and evening out and soon he finds himself drifting off as well.

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Maverick is carrying a lifeless Rooster in his arms. He is standing in the desert. Rubble and fire from a destroyed building around him. Blood is dripping down Rooster's extended arm and steadily falling from his fingertips and onto the dry sand. Jake stands, blood pounding in his ears with every drop that hits the ground. Maverick is speaking to him in a language he can't understand, repeating the same phrase.

When he realizes it’s weird to see Maverick cradling Rooster so easily everything seems to blur and when it clears there is now a father holding his young son in front of him. The boy's eyes are open and staring blankly at the sky. The man speaks but it is Maverick's voice he hears, “You shot at the wrong time, his death is your fault Hangman.” The man advances towards him brandishing the body of his dead son repeating the words in Maverick’s voice, becoming angrier and more grief-stricken with every repetition as Jake retreats, his heart pounding, unable to escape.

– – –

“No!” Jake sits up gasping. His heart is hammering wildly as he tries to breathe. He feels like there is a weight on his chest, contracting his lungs and keeping his ribcage from expanding. The image of the boy burned into his retinas.

“Jake?” The soft sound of your voice startles him and he flinches when he sees you move before pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Trying to rub away what he saw. Your hand is hesitant as it brushes against his back, gently moving and pressing his t-shirt into his sweat soaked skin. He wants to tell you to stop, that he doesn’t deserve comfort after what he did. He wants to get up and leave, but he doesn't. He just sits there frozen and focuses on the feeling of your warm hand smoothing over his spine as his breathing steadies. When the chill sets in he strips off the sweaty shirt and lies back down on his back.

“Nightmare?” you ask quietly already knowing the answer. He nods even though he is not sure you can see him. He’s told you about the nightmares, never why or what he sees but you know he has trouble sleeping. You're the only one who knows.

You lie on your side and he can feel your eyes in the dark. Unable to rub his back you place your hand on his chest and resume the relaxing motion. But the feel of your hand on his bare chest is too much and he stops you, flattening your hand to his heart. When you go to pull away he reaches up with his other hand and clutches your wrist, unwilling to let you go.

“Don’t go.” The words slip out before he can stop them and he clenches his jaw to keep from speaking more. He can feel you nod you head beside him. You slowly begin flexing your fingers and he relaxes the hand flattening yours and you begin to gently scratch his chest with your finger tips. He finally lets out a shuddering breath and shifts his grip on your wrist so he can feel your steady pulse.

“Breath with me,” you whisper. “Focus on my breaths.” he lies beside you and listens to you breathe and focuses on the feeling of your warm hand pressed to his heart and the gentle caress of your finger tips. He feels the butterfly kiss of your lips on his shoulder and his skin burns. Your soft breaths moves over his skin and his heart aches.

When your fingers stop moving he knows you are asleep but doesn’t let go of your hand, eventually he falls into a dreamless sleep listening to your soft breaths.

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 1 year

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Harry Potter’s Twin

Pairings: Harry Potter x twin!reader

Requested by: @insomniacwreck Could you do like Harry x twin! Reader? Like how he’d act, at the Dursley’s and Hogwarts maybe?

Warnings: idk, child neglect? the Dursley family treatment of Harry, the word murder is like once or twice other than that idk, not proofread

A/N sorry for not posting anything in a while, but I had to take a pause bc ✨depression✨, it just hit extra hard this time, but hey at least a bit of my creativity is back, but I’ve mostly been drawing, anyway here’s a headcanon bc why not

Did I know what I was writing half of the time, no the answer is no

I see a lot of fics where Harry and his twin sleeps together under the staircase, but if I’m honest I don’t think two people would fit to sleep there, even if they are small, so I’d say the Dursley’s would give the smallest room, that could be used as a actual room to the potter twins. Of course there’s be minimal decoration, two small beds that used to be Dudley’s, along with an really old wardrobe and nightstand, probably a really small desk if they could fit it, just so that they could actually do schoolwork (thank Petunia)

Both Harry and his twin would do most of the chores, except the few times Petunia does them, washing, making breakfast, dishing, cleaning, you get what I mean

Beating each others only friend growing up, until you started hogwarts that is

I’d think as you are both each other only way of affection you’d probably have a habit of falling asleep in each others beds cuddled up together

As cliché as it might be I do love the fics where the twin is like a replica of James (in looks and personality) and as Harry has his mother’s eyes his twin has his fathers eyes, but I wanted to say was every family needs a rebel, and if the twin acts like James they sure as hell would be classified as a rebel in the Dursley household

Getting in a lot of trouble, like a lot (some by accident some not by accident)

“Stealing” things from Dudley making him question his sanity as he knew he put it down just moments before (he usually blames you though)

Standing up for eachother whenever you get scolded or yelled at

“Stealing” food at night when you weren’t allowed any

Thinking you were both crazy the first time you both used magic by accident

Sharing clothes is a pain but you make it work

Being each others happiness, especially on your birthday as you smile at each other and say “happy birthday Harry” “Happy birthday Y/N” at the same time

Having twin powers, you know finishing each other sentences, knowing when something bad happens to the other, knowing what you’re both thinking (I swear twin powers are somewhat real, I’m a triplet and we have the same power)

Grabbing a letter from the floor instead of the one’s flying (I had to okay, Harry was really dumb that time)

Laughing hysterically when Harry accidentally makes aunt marge into a ballon

Time for the fun part starting Hogwarts

You’d probably be attached to the hip at the beginning, while you’re wandering Diagon Alley with all the knew strange people, you both got your own owls btw, even when on the train you’d be right by each other trying to calm down your nervousness, and anxiety over starting a new school with magic in which you know nothing about, let’s not forget you are both famous for some unknown reason to the both of you

Neither of you cared what house you got in, hoping it was the same house but if it wasn’t you’d be fine with that to, maybe a bit hard to sleep the first night, bc you usually sleep next to each other or at least the same room, personally I would love for Harry’s twin to be a Hufflepuff I don’t know why I just love the idea

A few weeks into the first school year you’d separate a bit, getting friends of your own, but you’d probably be friends with Hermione and Ron too, you could always go to Hermione if you needed help with anything, as she could always go to you with anything, Ron if I’m honest don’t go to him with everything we all know how he is with Harry and the triwizard tournament. But hey anything food related, Ron is your guy.

Yes I do love it when Fred and George are your best friends, and if I’m honest I can see the two older twins taking you under their wing and teaching you all they know, you knew about the map two years before Harry did.

Friends: Fred and George like stated before, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Luna later on when you meet her we all gotta have that one friend (me I’m that friend), obviously Harry as he’s your twin, probably Cedric somehow, it would be fun if you were more friendly to Draco too, oh I gotta as Oliver Wood love that guy, If I’m honest I don’t remember the names of any Ravenclaw s but you’re probably friends with some of them too , as well as Slytherins, we do not follow stereotypes here

Teasing Ginny about her crush on Harry

Detentions

Snape “hating” you

Everyone looking at you like you lit the stars in the sky because you survived the killing curse

It would be fun if you were somewhat oblivious to Harry’s shenanigans being to occupied with your pranks with the Weasley twins. But Harry does fill you in on things so you aren’t completely in the dark, you just couldn’t care less if someone was out to murder you again

Loving Fluffy and Buckbeak because they’re adorable 🥰

Defeating Quirrell/Voldemort together in your first year

You’d probably be able to speak with snakes too though, and in your second year you did it to scare people of who thought you was the one who opened the chamber of secrets

Getting paralyzed with Hermione by the basilisk

Fast forward to Sirius escaping, I’m going with Sirius being Harry’s godfather, and Remus being your godfather, because I cannot leave Remus out my boy doesn’t deserve that

Remus tells you a lot of stories about your parents

Remus doesn’t even want to know how many detentions you’ve gotten by know nor how many times you’ve been in the hospital wing

Getting Fred and George to try and find Sirius Black with you because you want answers and Draco might of let a few things slip when the two of you talked

You did not to your knowledge succeed in finding Sirius but you did find a dog who you brought food a lot of times

Remus and Sirius being proud of both you and Harry for being on the Quidditch team, two of the best players, you being chaser

Knowing Remus is a werewolf bc he told you, but you never told Harry because you wanted to have a secret with your godfather that Harry didn’t know, and if you’re ere honest you could never know how people would react to someone just casually saying “btw our teacher is a werewolf”

A lot of time is spent talking to Remus about your problems and everything else in your life the other time is spent with the Weasley twins

Not getting selected for the triwizard tournament but still somehow ending up at the graveyard with Harry and Cedric

Pranking umbridge a lot, did not end well for your hands, as they are littered with scars from the pen she made you use

I don’t want to cry today so we will just say that you saved Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Fred’s life so no tears today

Yeah that’s about it I think, a lot of chaos ensures after Dumbledore’s death, and eventually Voldemort is finally defeated and you live the rest of your life happily, probably becoming an Auror,

Bonus: would be fun if you published a book, “ the twins who lived” written by Y/N Potter, bestselling book and used in history of magic in the future when referencing to the events of the war with Voldemort

#x reader #x teen #x teen!reader #x you #harry potter x teen!reader #Harry Potter x reader #Harry Potter x twin!reader #harry potter x sister!reader #Harry Potter x sibling!reader #Harry Potter x brother!reader #Harry Potter x platonic!reader

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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you're losing me (two) | am. targaryen and j. velaryon

Description: The 'fake-relationship' begins. Social media is taken by storm. Rating: General Audiences part one

Aemond was a gentleman - he always made sure that he was paying you his full attention. "Do you want to go shopping?" he asked, pointing at the shop in front of him. It was a small boutique - popular only to those that could afford the pieces inside. "Yes," you smiled, pulling him closer inside the building.

He didn't need to tell you twice.

"What are your parents like? Are they uptight or cool?" you inquired, dismissing the sales associate that wanted to help you. He took a deep breath - trying to find words that could explain his parents. "My dad is old, he's traditional in a sense - but my mom is trendy. She'll warm up to you." he smiled, watching as your eyebrows bumped into each other. Traditional and modest attire it is then.

There was a vintage white dress on the rack, you've seen it in one of the vogue covers from a few decades ago. It was an iconic piece, but not famous enough that it would seem tacky. His hands snake around your waist, "What?" you ask and he nudges your body slowly, pointing at the paparazzi that were standing outside of the door.

"Kiss me," he demanded, pulling your body closer - until you could smell his perfume. "You're demanding, you know that?" you tease, reaching to cup his cheeks. The paparazzi's outside of the window were having a seizure - making sure to take a picture of every moment. "- but you like that." he paused, pressing your lips together.

He tasted like black coffee and cherries. It was intoxicating - a taste that was new to your tongue. You couldn't help but let a moan seep through - he smirks through the kiss before letting you go. He pretends to be shocked that the paparazzi were outside. "Let's go," he mouthed, pulling you into a deeper part of the store where the 'media' couldn't see.

ynkittenworld: Y/N spotted with mystery man (two separate occasions), new album soon? world tour soon? WHO IS THIS MAN!!! side note: happy for you mommy 😺

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reinaynworld: MOM EXPLAIN?

thegreatwar: I'm going to auntie bella's house ☹️

boogeyman: acc. to some ppl that saw them the man is aemond targaryen and he owns this tech startup that's worth billions. UR WELCOME AND THANK YOU FELLOW Y/N'S KITTENS

Aemond sits on your blue sofa, sipping his tea while browsing through social media. "Your fans are crazy, dude." he hummed - watching as people shared his face all around various platforms. He wasn't aware that he was famous enough to be discovered. "They even found my instagram account." he complained, seeing follow requests from people that he didn't know.

"If you can't handle the fire, don't go to the kitchen." you shrug, placing a piece of pastry on the round table. He was a gracious guest, always helping you around with household chores - after the whole scenario with the paparazzi, he was spending all his time inside your little hotel room. "Helaena's blasting my phone, she a big fan of you." he smiled, replying to his sister with a GIF of you laughing. "Helaena?" you ask while lying on his lap.

His fingers comb through your hair, untangling the knots that your hairbrush couldn't fix. "My older sister." he answered - staring deep into your features. He couldn't deny that you were beautiful, and that your personality stirred something inside of him - but you were just a summer thing, right? Something that would allow him to inherit all of his father's fortune.

"I know nothing about your family to be honest. Google didn't have anything other than your dating history and zodiac sign." you state, wanting him to talk about his family more. It was interesting to see a stoic and conniving man smile when he spoke about family. "- what's my zodiac sign?" he questioned, not knowing the answer.

"Gemini," you answer immediately. "- and you used to date Lindsay Lohan." you add with a smile. He was older than he looked. He places a strand of your hair away from your face. "Stalker," he mumbled - and you sat up straight, glaring at him playfully. You were about to tickle him, but your phone rings. 'Jacaerys' it read out, and you placed your phone in your pocket.

"We should hard-launch each other," you suggest and he raised his eyebrows. "What's that?" he inquired - unfamiliar with the word. "Posting each other on social media." you replied and he nods.

It would work perfectly with his plan.

(your first name) : our secret moments, in a crowded room...they got no idea about me and you. @officialaemondtargaryen

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maybemaybemaybe: Rue, when was this?

officialaemondtargaryen: there is an indentation, in the shape of you😉 - (your first name) : 100% not typed by me using his phone

You couldn't stop giggling as his phone was bombarded with messages and calls from your fans. He could hardly use the thing properly. "They have got to stop." he sighed, while his phone buzzed and vibrated on the coffee table. "You need a new phone," you chuckle - watching while he tried to get rid of the messages.

"I have a private account, how are they doing this?" he sighs, all the while Aegon and Helaena keep calling his phone. Another laugh escapes your mouth - he defeatedly settles the phone on the table.

"You poor thing," you giggle, a small pout graces his lips. "You are going to be the poor thing after what I do to you." he chuckles, placing his hands on your waist. For a second you believe that the feelings between you were genuine - not because of the need for money. "What are you going to do?" you ask, and he smirks.

Hands trailing down to your sides and tickling you.

(your first name)

Very bored today, #AskMeAnything

wendychoi: what is your hairstyle called? - (your first name): doggy style

pinturilla23: Where did u meet dad? - (your first name): we met at a hotel garden 😁

yournamefan: Are you going to make an album about Aemond? - (your first name): yes he's gonna make a handsome muse 😉🥰

Lucerys stuffed a large piece of vanilla ice cream on his mouth. "(Your Name) is dating our uncle, how do you feel about that?" he teased, moving his body away so that Jace couldn't do anything to him. "I don't care," Jace huffed, reaching for a spoon to take a piece off his brother's ice cream. "He doesn't care but he's turning red." Joffrey piped, giggling loudly while eating his strawberry ice cream.

"I wonder if he'll take her to the reunion." Joffrey adds, and a sigh escapes from Jace's mouth. 'Give you my wild, give you a child.' turned to dust - and never to return. He knew that it was not his fault - your personalities just managed to clash with each other.

You were the kind to fight for something - to beg for him to fight for the relationship. He was the opposite of that.

If it was meant to be - then you wouldn't need to fight for it.

part three

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doodle-pops · 11 days

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Better Than The Stars

Caranthir x reader

Request: Hi Mina! Can I request a one shot where Maedhros or Caranthir are married after being reincarnated and they're struggling with people opinions about their children (hair color, their patrents past, Fëanor...) meanwhile their wives don't care even more because they're noble and know about their society (plus Nerdandel Is supporting). However lots of fluff and family actitude 🩷 thank you!!!! - @foreverandadaydarling

A/N: A pleasure to create this piece on your behalf dear. Enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, angst, comfort/happiness, reborn!Caranthir, arguments, Caranthir wanting to separate

Words: 2k

Synopsis: There were days when even the great son of Feanor required reassurance that your choice to be a family was genuine and not out of guilt.

Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, you stood in the doorway, watching your husband tediously slave away, attempting to garden. A chore that once came easily during his youthful and glorious years of peace was now foreign and laborious. You would have been fine with assisting him, but quick he was to assure you that you shouldn’t be the only one labouring around the household. Your response? A simple smile and a pat on his shoulders before leaving him to his own devices.

It was now spring, and Arien’s rays were barely peeking through the clouds to relieve the winter coldness. What little crop you two managed to save during the previous seasons was now getting the opportunity to grow. Winter was harsh for you two since you no longer lived in the comfort of your parent’s homes or the lavish life you once did in Thargelion. Returning to Valinor, branded as outcasts or the darkened ones, most of your family turned blind eyes to many of the returned—as did the former servants of his house. Most were quick to beg for forgiveness and repent their rebellion towards the Valar and were easily forgiven; however, their compromise was to never serve under their house again.

You, along with a few of their spouses, openly chose to remain at their sides after their rebirth, believing that if they were given a second chance at life, then there was still good left in them. Unfortunately, your choice of dwelling with him left a stain on his heart when he realised the life you would have to live with him—giving up the lavish treatment you once had.

“Ease up on the hoe—the handle already has a crack, arimelda.” Halting his swing mid-air, he turned to gaze at you with soft eyes, but behind them, you saw the distant look of regret.

Yes, he regretted you being dragged along with him in a swirl of chaos and destruction. He promised you the world when you both wedded and instead, he brought death, pain, and heartbreak. Though you knew the true reason behind his actions, hence the force being placed on the handle with each swing the tool made with the earth.

His children.

Your two daughters became the newest victims of the backlash the House of Feanor faced. A brief excursion into Tirion’s market yesterday left them scurrying back home with tears streaming down their ruddy cheeks, a precious trademark that made them all the more magnificent in their father’s eyes. Keeping the incident a secret from him all day yesterday to maintain peace was broken this morning upon mindless eavesdropping as his girls hush-hushed the harsh words. His first instinct was to fly into Tirion and have his daughters pinpoint the individuals before giving them a good old-fashioned taste of his mind, the classic Moryo style.

Had it not been for his daughters' pleas alongside yours, the House of Feanor would have left another mark on their reputation.

Sharply exhaling and relaxing the flare of his nostrils, he gave a pained smile. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t notice. I’ll fix it when I’m finished.” And yet, his smile didn’t reach his eyes as it once did.

“No need, just go easy on it.”

Offering him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes, he dropped the hoe.

He still couldn’t understand, to this day, how you could be happy amidst the life he had you living. You deserved the riches he bestowed upon you in Thargelion. Whatever you wished for, he would have been able to grant—be it the largest diamond, a platter of fruits, or the finest material for your clothes. Not this broken life of struggling to bring in a good harvest or being cursed at when you went into town for produce and meat. Even the relationships with a few of his brothers felt strained, the harsh, cold, blank stares you would give them whenever they visited.

You still hated them for persuading him to retrieve the Silmaril, even though you knew he had no choice. You just wished it had come at a later date so more time could have been spent. At least his mother did her best to reach out and act as a guidance counsellor when she could. Her words were harsh at times, despite the honesty behind them and bias towards her sons, giving recognition to her wisdom. But not once had she persuaded any of her daughters-in-law to leave her sons. That was the sole decision she left you ladies to make; your choices were your consequences.

Frowning, deep in thought, he parted his lips to argue. “Why—”

“Don’t, because I will give you the same answer as I always do. I just want to be with you. I’m happy with you,” you reminded with a single huff.

Returning a breathy laughter, wanting nothing more than to scream and yell at the now nonchalant and lackadaisical you were treating the crisis, he curled his fists into his trousers. “Really? Is that the life you genuinely want with me when we have children? If it were you and I, then I would be less inclined to leave, but we have a family who have now become victims! And for what?! Looking like me and coming from this accursed family! This is not the life I want for them and you!”

“Then you would prefer us packing up and departing after expressing your gratefulness upon your rebirth that we stayed?!” you snapped, lowering your tone to prevent your girls from picking up that their parents were arguing.

“Yes! Yes, I would have preferred that instead of having to listen to the vile comments targeted at my children and you!” He shook his head and turned to gaze at the dirt ground. Standing in the troughs he had dug, he felt insignificant for the first time in his life. He felt lost as if his purpose had been stolen from him.

Maybe if I covered myself with dirt and grew, I might be able to start over again? I’d be able to regain a purpose in life.

“Do you genuinely believe I would leave you so easily? Have I not walked through fire and gotten burned to prove my loyalty? Is that not what this family is all about? Do you honestly want to chase us away because of naysayers? I’ve said it time and time again, I don’t care about other’s opinions of us. What happened to the Morifinwë who didn’t care about other’s opinions?”

“He died long ago and has no intentions of returning now that he has children!” He allowed himself to stand there in the dirt and lifted his head to gaze at the overcast above. “You could return to your family, taking our daughters with you, and atone for your actions. You all would not have to struggle or be hated—everyone would adore you all, a life of luxuries and opportunities. You were never hated, always loved, so why do you still stay when the situation shows no sign of bettering?”

If the Arien was out, I’d be able to sprout properly. But even she would not wish to cast her rays upon a person like me—they were too beautiful to be wasted.

Tugging the blanket tighter around your body as a brisk cold wind blew through the garden, you shivered. Listening to the branches quake and shiver from the intensity of the violent wind, you could observe and ponder how long your actions had troubled his mind. He didn’t drop his head from the sky; he kept it facing upwards and left his hands curled into fists at his sides, controlling his temper. Opening his mouth to respond, he quickly snapped it shut, unable to provide an appropriate counter.

It was something he had done less and less since his rebirth. It was the most eerie change in his persona. Gone was the easily angered Caranthir, replaced by a mellowed and soft-spoken person. Still, he’d grind his teeth or grumble under his breath at the hate, but always bit his tongue because he knew it was the truth and there was no point in fighting it. Yet, there was anger behind your decision to remain at his side. You could have left him, never to be heard of again, and lived in a peaceful paradise.

“Because we would not have been at peace if you were not around. To hear our children ask for their father, why wasn’t he coming around or if he didn’t love them anymore are questions I would like to avoid. I want our girls to grow up knowing and seeing you in a different light compared to how others perceive you.” Your voice was soft and considerate, and his tensive posture was relaxed when it reached his ears. “I want them to know that their father was kind and loving, and someone who made an effort.”

Relaxing his fingers from their tight grip, he wiggled them around to alleviate the ache. Lowering his head to your level, he turned to confront you. His forest green eyes pierced into yours, seeking warmth and honesty behind your words. And you allowed him to—there was nothing to conceal. He deserved to witness the truth for himself.

“I want peace and I also want happiness Caranthir. Do you remember our vows, happiness and sows, for better or worse, through the good times and bad? I chose you from the start and I will continue to choose you until the end of time—we will stand with you until the end of time.” Walking out the doorway, you stepped barefoot onto the dirt. Grimacing because of the coldness of the earth seeping through your pores, you continued to walk until you stood before him.

Extending your hand, you tenderly grasped his freckled one and raised it until it met your lips. Returning a smile to him, of which he was unaware, you kissed the back of his hand before reaching your other hand to encircle his waist. Despite the stern and unyielding expression on his face, your actions were the exception that broke the ice, causing him to blush slightly. This was one occasion when he could not deny being captivated by your gesture.

Raising your head to meet his gaze, you captured the longing, desperate reassurance in his stare.

“Sometimes I wonder who is the more stubborn of the two of us.”

“I have never been happier Moryo; you make me the happiest person in the world.” Saying this, you took his hand encased by yours and rubbed it against your cheek before repeating the gesture upon his ruddy cheeks. “Your daughters love and want you in their lives; don’t push us away.”

“Even in this state of living when I can no longer provide the best?”

“You always give us your best.” At the whisper of your words, a warm wind blew through the gardens and wrapped its cool arms around you both, pushing you into one another. Within that moment, two extra pairs of footsteps were heard rushing out the backdoor. Lo and behold, the sight of two miniature versions of both of you came scampering out of the house to rush for a group hug. Never one for missing out on family hugs whenever they saw you both embracing.

The moment they ran out of the house giggling was the moment a flutter of warmth flowed into his heart as he gazed at his two loving children clinging to you both. Their short arms struggling to encircle your bodies as they squeezed your waists tightly added appreciation to the warmth. Arien’s rays took the most opportune moment to shine her light upon you both, encasing you in a swirl of golden light. A light finally shone upon you both, maybe a sign of acceptance or prosperity, or both.

Laughing at the action, Caranthir could not help but gaze lovingly at them, giving their heads small pats and then at you—finally, he was seeing the honesty and beauty behind your words in your eyes. Choosing him wasn’t out of sympathy or shame, it was all love and contentment.

“Then I will continue to give you all my best meldanya…for staying at my side.”

“You are all that I need.” Pulling him closer, you rubbed his nose against yours and gently pecked his lips before grinning at his blushing face.

“Can I have a kiss too atya?”

“Me too, I want a kiss please!”

With a smile emanating from the depths of his heart, Caranthir gazed at his girls tip-toeing with their lips puckered for their kisses and chuckled. Some things truly never change.

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“Alright, line up for your kisses!”

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Part 4

Other part at bottom

Simon was a dedicated soldier in the army, always striving to fulfill his duty with integrity and valor. He had been deployed to many dangerous missions and had emerged as a hero every single time. However, it was his duty on the frontlines that brought him the most pride and satisfaction.

One day during a routine mission, Simon's squad was ambushed by an enemy force. They fought bravely, but Simon had sustained a critical injury. He was quickly transported back to the base where he underwent surgery and was put on strict bed rest.

Frustrated and restless, Simon found solace in his communications with his wife, (Y/N), back home. They had met before he was deployed, and their love had quickly blossomed into a passionate romance. They had gotten married before Simon's first deployment and had a beautiful son, Alexander, who was just like his father - strong, courageous, and charming.

As Simon recovered from his injury, he longed to be back home with his family. He missed his son's laughter, his wife's hugs, and even the mundane tasks of daily life. He often talked to (Y/N) about their future and the dreams they had for their family.

One day, Simon received some fantastic news from home. (Y/N) was pregnant with their second child. Simon's heart swelled with joy and pride. He couldn't wait to be back home and watch his family grow.

A few weeks later, Simon was finally discharged from the army and was on his way back home. He could barely contain his excitement as he thought about holding his wife and son in his arms after months of separation. And the thought of becoming a father again made his heart flutter with happiness.

When Simon finally arrived home, he was welcomed by (Y/N) and Alexander with open arms. Their reunion was filled with laughter and tears of joy. (Y/N) had planned a special evening for them to celebrate Simon's safe return. The evening was filled with love and passion, and it was almost as if they had never been apart.

As they cuddled in bed later that night, (Y/N) shared her concerns with Simon. She was worried that their sex life would be negatively affected by the pregnancy. Simon reassured her that he found her more beautiful and desirable than ever before. He promised to be patient and understanding and make sure that their intimate moments were always filled with love and pleasure.

Over the next few months, Simon showered (Y/N) with love and attention. He helped her with the household chores and took care of Alexander whenever (Y/N) needed to rest. He also made sure to fulfill her sexual cravings and desires.

Their relationship had always been full of passion and fire, but during (Y/N)'s pregnancy, it seemed to reach new heights. Simon was always gentle and loving, making sure not to hurt or stress (Y/N) in any way. And as they waited for their baby girl to arrive, their bond grew even stronger.

Finally, the day arrived, and (Y/N) went into labor. Simon was by her side every step of the way, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement. And when their baby girl was finally born, Simon's heart melted as he held her in his arms. He knew that he would do anything to protect and care for his two beautiful children and the woman he loved more than anything.

As months passed by, Simon and (Y/N) adjusted to life with two kids. They faced the typical ups and downs of parenthood, but their love for each other only grew stronger. And as they watched their daughter grow and Alexander become a loving and protective brother, they knew that they had created a beautiful family together.

Year later they seeing Alexander playing with his sister on the playground, they would often reminisce about the night when their second child was conceived. (Y/N) would blush and playfully scold Simon for his persistence, but deep down, she knew that it was one of the most passionate and memorable nights of their lives.

They would smile knowingly as they watched their daughter and son playing together, knowing that they were the product of an intense and beautiful love that had stood the test of time. When they cuddled in bed at night, Simon would whisper in (Y/N)'s ear, 'Thank you for giving me a reason to fight and come back home.' And (Y/N) would reply with a kiss and the words, 'Thank you for making me a mother to our beautiful children.'

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#simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you

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mynameisnotsoda · 2 months

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NOW INTRODUCING.... THE CRITTERS !!!

Technically Corvid is still a part of an au, i really like everyone's designs so i guess its just like a weird little au that are also kinda ocs?? Idk. Im still tagging it as the animatronicfication au and using the other ccs names but im completely separating wilbur from Corvid.

The one that probably changed the most is simp LMAO i just went back to his old design that was inspired by Luna (@starrixle's transfem simpbur turned oc) and Spencer is such a fitting name in my mind i literally can not imagine him with a different name *bwomp*

Also I'm working on refs for the other characters associated with the respective critters! I wanna finish them all and dump them into one post and I'll link it here when I'm done.

ANYWAY INFODUMP TIME

Before we go into individual characters i want to say that this is absolutely Minecraft. Like. The world is built off of Minecraft lore yk !!!! The overworld will still be called the overworld but it's basically just earth, with more magic and humanoid species! Along with supernatural creatures and cryptids n stuff :D also with more advanced tech considering Corvid exists pFF

Spencer for the most part kinda was like he is in canon or whatever. She used to lean more towards incel ideology because she was REALLY insecure and uncomfortable with herself for the longest time. Despite that, Spencer and Adrianne (egirl) started dating when they were 17, his unhealthy obsession with her was only fueled by her unhealthy attachment to him. They needed each other and it wasn't good for either of them. Spencer had developed horrible separation anxiety which only made things worse. Over time Adrianne became suffocated by his constant neediness, overwhelming insecurity, short temper and lack of contribution to household chores. It pained her to leave, but things needed to change. It wasn't until the breakup that Spencer met Shepard, who was his first irl friend in a long time. They met when they were around 22/23, at first Spencer just used Shepard as a distraction from Adrianne, especially since he was surprised that they wanted to even be his friend in the first place. But after a while he genuinely started to enjoy their company, plus they offered him really good advice and helped him through a gender/sexuality crisis. Eventually they became partners! Maybe not romantically, as they're both aromantic, but life partners nonetheless.

OH and i did make Spencer white/Salvadoran. Her mom is the first generation from immigrant parents while her dad is British; And her dad's younger brother is Adam's dad! He's also an ex-christian, he left due to religious trauma and moved to America to escape his family hA

Spencer's also a no sabo kid LMAO (he knows some words/phrases but other than that he cant speak Spanish to save his life)

ALSO ALSO. Oh my god i could talk about Spence all day LMAO but i made him a werewolf !!!! Hes SOO jealous of Adam because she wanted the cat genes but instead got bitten and turned into a werewolf as a teenager. She's done a pretty good job at hiding it from her family so Shepard's the only one who knows.

I already dumped everything about Adam into that other post, so I don't really have much else to add. HOWEVER !! Him and Spence are cousins now :3 Adam doesn't get to meet Spencer in person until he moves to America with Charlie & co, but he does follow her socials with his secret accounts that his parents don't know about. The only reason they know they're cousins is because Spencer's dad told her so and she reached out! Much to the dismay of Adam's parents but they've secretly kept in touch online.

Keith's pretty much stayed the same apart from a slight design revamp. Although I've made him a little older since originally i made him look young. But then I decided hes a dad so i started drawing him older for the asks pFF he also has a hooked nose now! In case it's not obvious. Keith got married to Jean VERY young, they were maybe 17/18 in human years. It was an arranged marriage and their only goal was to have an heir to the throne. Well they did, they had two kids, the eldest being a boy named Lune and the youngest being a girl named Sunny, who's the would be heir. Until Jean took both the kids and left. It was completely unprompted and left everyone in the kingdom confused, especially Keith. Sure, they had a loveless marriage and maybe he was insufferable at times, but he wanted to make it work if not for the kids then for the kingdom! But its been almost a year since she left, he's lost hope in ever finding her. Keith desperately wants his kids back, not because Sunny is the rightful heir— though that is part of it—but he loves them both dearly. He misses them the most.

Wilfred has pretty much stayed the same as well! I did give him a grey tshirt and darker hair to further distance his design from wilbur though. Hes just as unhinged and immoral as he used to be !!!! Nothing has changed aside from appearance actually.

Tobi also pretty much stayed the same except for its now got an orange jumper and lighter brown hair pFF although i do now have a story for him! Tobi was found by Alejandro in a storage auction, he managed to sell a lot of pretty valuable things from there but Tobi stood out, obviously, so he kept it. Alejandro is a travel vlogger and lives in an RV with his friends: Tomas, Philip and Charles. His friends just call him Alex. Anyway, they go from town to town trying local food, visiting tourists traps and vlogging the journey! While doing that they also try to find out how to get Tobi's memories back and possibly turn him human again, if they even can. So far they haven't had much luck but maybe one day...

Corvid was created as the backup singer and lead guitarist of the first all animatronic band! Brought to you by Beloved Entertainment! The other members include lead singer Ranboo Beloved, keytarist Tommy Raccoon, and bassist James Tomcat. Located in Ranboo's Mega Pizzaplex, the only location in the world (so far). Corvid adopts a showman personality while on stage, hes charismatic and such a heartthrob, very popular with the ladies. Off stage he's very calm and soft spoken, he's rather shy but still manages to be a flirt and a tease. Lightly poking fun at his bandmates, coworkers and even guests at times. He's definitely a fan favorite for a reason!

This was so fun to write and i cant wait to share more !!!! Stay tuned !!!!!!

#simpbur #studentbur #keith the dragon #dr malpractice #tinybur #animatronicfication au #sodas critters

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akeiwrites · 1 year

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tonkatsu and cabbages

featuring: tsukishima kei from haikyuu!!

cw: female!reader, housemates, college au, slow burn

wc: 1.2k

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oh, right. he's on a full schedule today.

the realization just dawned upon you as soon as you opened the apartment door, only to be greeted by darkness.

it was evening already, after all.

you made your way inside, leaving your leather shoes on the rack by the entrance. walking directly to your room, you placed your bag on the table before plopping your body on the bed.

the thought of sleeping crossed your mind after a quite exhausting day at the university. but then, you remember you'll be the one to cook dinner tonight because it's your turn to do so—and not for the reason that he's not home yet.

who's he? your housemate, who goes by the name tsukishima kei, is whom you have been living with for a few months now.

and so far being under the same roof as him, you have not encountered a single worry or problem. may it be about taking turns in household chores and such, as well as boundaries on matters.

“maybe i'd just cook tonkatsu…” you've decided and pulled yourself out of the comfort of the bed.

clipping your hair in a messy bun after changing your clothes, you made your way out of your room and proceeded to the kitchen.

you wore your beige apron and prepared the ingredients on the counter, thankful that there's fresh pork loin stored in the fridge—brought home by your housemate just the other day. condiments were complete as always so there wasn't really a problem about them.

with everything settled, you start to slit the rim sides of the pork, and then pound them to flatten. and after seasoning the pork with salt and ground pepper, you let it sit for about thirty minutes to absorb the flavor.

there wasn't any leftover rice from last night because your housemate already made them into yakimeshi (pan-fried rice) this morning for both of your breakfast. so you also needed to cook steamed rice for dinner.

afterwards, you washed your hands and thought of playing some music in the living room—where the television is located. some browsing was made before you finally picked to play an album of one of your favorite bands.

‘the black parade’ by my chemical romance.

knowing that the soundtracks would be quite loud as usual, you set the volume a bit low, enough for you to hear from the kitchen.

while waiting for the pork, you already prepared flour, panko bread crumbs, and beaten eggs in separate containers. other needed ingredients were also separated in pinch bowls.

but then you also realized there was something missing after noticing there indeed weren't any cabbages to be shredded. you could run to a 24/7 grocery store downtown, yes. if only your legs weren't just worn out today, but they quite are.

and as for messaging your housemate…

tsukishima kei is also a college student like you, the same university even. however, you don't really bump into each other on campus grounds because your buildings are quite far from one another. he's taking biology while you major in journalism. so that makes sense.

and another fact is that… you don't really have his number… or even know his socials so…

yeah, and you've been housemates for months. now isn't that interesting? kidding aside, it's not really a concern for you. but thinking about it, maybe it could be of use in times like this.

but then, if you happen to have his contact, how would you even construct a message? it's silly because you two don't even talk to each other that much. nonetheless if it's about rent, groceries, or anything related to the both of you living together.

you purse your lips and heave a sigh, picking up a broom to sweep from your room, to the kitchen, the living room until by the entryway to kill time.

‘cancer' started playing by the time you finished sweeping and it's the eighth song from the album, so you figured almost thirty minutes had passed already—a perfect time to coat the seasoned pork in flour, beaten eggs, and panko bread crumbs.

but before that, you first prepare a deep fry pan, pour in enough cooking oil, and turn on the induction. you started frying the pork when the heat was all ready for deep frying.

you were already making sauce for the tonkatsu as you hear a beep and a faint voice from the entrance of the apartment. “i'm home…"

the last soundtrack from the album just faded to end, that's why you were able to hear those small sounds from a distance.

“welcome home…” you casually replied, like you always do, accompanied by a slight bow.

you turned your body to the direction where you see the tall guy walking towards the kitchen in his plain white shirt and black trousers. he's wearing glasses, usual headphones around his neck, and his beige bag hanging on his shoulder.

seeing a sports tote's on his hand, you assumed he had volleyball practice since you're aware that he's already part of a professional volleyball team.

he entered the kitchen, walking past you to reach for a glass of water—your sense of smell catching his manly scent. you turned off the induction and cleared your throat before speaking again.

“i fried tonkatsu for dinner tonight using the pork loin you brought last time, but i didn't know we don't have cabbages stored anymore and i wasn't able to buy some…”

in the first place, both of you agreed how it was perfectly fine to use each other's ingredients, as long as it was stated to be alright doing so, ahead of time. so you had no worries in terms of cooking even without asking for another permission beforehand.

and it was the same for him.

“that's alright,” he responded after drinking, voice was the usual low and calm. you watch him place the glass on the sink and how he unzipped the bag on his shoulder after.

“but it's surprising how i thought of buying shredded cabbage just right down the street on the way home today.” a sealed rectangular plastic food container was taken out of his bag.

his arm slowly moved towards your direction, handing you the container filled with shredded cabbage mixed with some bean sprouts.

panic couldn't be helped when your eyes suddenly met his. you carefully reached out for it using both of your palms.

“thank you… tsukishima," you muttered and decided to give him a small but sincere smile. “you can continue with your routine, and i'll call you once everything's ready."

you saw how his adam's apple moved as he swallowed before turning his gaze to the side. “i'll help set up the table."

you couldn't help but chuckle lightly, noticing something different but you didn't dare pointing it out. “it's fine, i got this. you can rest for a bit."

“i'll just take a quick shower,” he mumbled that you almost didn't get his words, quickly turning his back on you afterwards.

you bit your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling as you saw his ears reddening more.

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koorminii · 2 years

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— inhale, (exhale) | hjs (m)

tired of hearing your whining day after day, early-morning Saturday chores become Jisung’s new norm. however, when reprieve comes in the form of one ridiculously lacy pair of panties and things get risqué, Jisung finds himself enjoying his chores more than ever, and when you find out what exactly he’s doing every Saturday morning do you accept it? or rather— what are you gonna do about it?

❥ pairing: han jisung x afab!reader ❥ genre: pwp (minimal), smut & fluff ❥ rating: 18+ ❥ word count: 8.6k (oops) ❥ warnings: there’s literally 4 smut scenes. kinda domestic, perv!hanji!! the word warm x100, panty sniffing, f &m!masturbation, oral sex, penetrative sex, sexual guilt, exhibitionism, or voyeurism…, kinda soft, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, barely any d/s dynamics but attempted sub!ji, dom!reader, teasing, overstimulation, i got carried away this was supposed to be porn with barely any plot yet i managed to sneak some angst, fluff, very fluffy and bit sappy at points, quite literally don’t know what i was trying to do…, tried to give this a plot bc i wanted a longer word count and i succeeded, breast play, i think that’s it! lmk if i’m missing anything <3

❥ a/n: hi my loves, this monstrosity is for my little delulu happy bday ari <3 it’s my first time writing sub-ish!idol so… don’t expect too much 😭 and i’m sorry this is way longer and way more dramatic than it needs to be… but i had fun writing it and i hope you like it <3 @hanjiesgf hi ari pie

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Jisung curls his fingers in your shared sheets before smoothing his hands over the material— flattening frozen peaks and hills crinkled by you two moving around each other in your sleep.

He’s never been a fan of doing any household chores and surely has never wanted to take on this specific task, rummaging through dirty clothes— separating them and folding them— or having to wake up so early to do it.

His arms stretch over his head as a loud yawn leaves his lips, his legs moving automatically towards the hamper in the corner of your bedroom. He grunts with effort as he picks it up, the both of your clothes from the past week and a half piling up until it was practically spilling over the top of the bin. Jisung had never had much of a problem with it, but you couldn't stand to see the mountain of dirty clothes everyday.

Since you two moved in together, you’ve been badgering Jisung a lot more lately concerning cleanliness. It was up to the both of you to keep the place clean and you needed him to realize it wasn’t just his space anymore. He realizes that, but he’s stubborn, and when he almost falls down the stairs because of the heavy weight of the hamper he wants to throw a full blown tantrum— not unlike he used to in kindergarten when someone would get his favorite alphabet blocks before he could get the chance.

Your apartment, or penthouse rather, was all clean lines and immaculate to the touch. The railing of the stairs was made of tempered glass, and floor length windows stretched across one wall. The blinds were down, but even if they weren’t it was impossible to see inside unless someone had a drone that could see through privacy glass.

Jisung’s slippers scuff against the floor as he drops the hamper down, leaving it in front of the stairs and crossing through the living room to the kitchen. Your home was an open floor plan, each room stretching into the other, and gave the clean minimalistic feel you both loved immensely. It didn’t make it any less homey, various antique decorations decorating every table and handmade blankets and quilts thrown over the couch.

Photos of you, Jisung, and your friends, were plastered to every wall with matching frames. The rug in the living room was softer than a cloud, and Jisung always found himself curling his feet into it any chance he could.

He opened up the fridge, scanning its contents looking for anything to soothe the dryness of his throat. Water, of course, would be the best choice, however it would never be his first choice, and he settled on the last of the apple juice at the bottom of the fridge. You two needed to go grocery shopping but would most likely save that for Sunday.

The weekends were no longer a chance to kick back and relax, allowing empty pizza boxes and soda bottles to sit on the counter until Monday, but cleaning up and keeping things clean made Jisung feel better than he originally thought it would. He felt more responsible, more adult-like, and it pleased him. Despite his constant complaints to you, he liked following your advice and he liked doing what you say.

He leaned over the counter, scanning over your home and everything you both worked for, and couldn’t help the satisfaction and pride that crept into his chest. It wasn’t hard to lose sight of what was most important sometimes, but he found that he was never able to. Not with you by his side reminding him. When his eyes settled back on the hamper though he groaned, setting his glass down and moving to retrieve it.

He sighed as he walked past the kitchen and guest rooms to reach the laundry room. The glare of the rising sun crossed the windows, settling on his slouched body as he tugged the dirty clothes from the hamper and separated them into three piles — one in a wooden basket, one on the floor, and the other inside the washing machine. The whites would be going first, he decided, then colors and darks. The first time, he made the mistake of mixing them together and ruined about thirty percent of your wardrobe. It only made him hate the task even more.

As he moved, switching to simply sit with his legs splayed to the side instead of the torturous crouch he had sat in previously, he could hear you moving around the kitchen— probably making breakfast. He was sure you had most likely heard him get out of the bed and had woken up shortly after. He’d tried to get up quietly like he always did, but he had simply come to realize there was nothing that could get past you. He couldn’t say he didn’t like how attentive you were towards him, so he didn’t say anything about it.

After another handful of white shirts he was finally starting to see the bottom of the hamper. He moved quicker at the idea of finally finishing and being able to start on the colored clothes in the next hour, when he reached the last item in the basket. His hands stopped abruptly— almost comically— as he slowly picked the black lace panties sitting lonely at the bottom of the plastic hamper.

His hands almost cradled it as he thought back to the first time he saw you wear them. Short grey shorts, small white tank top, and black lace peeking from over the hem. He remembered the way his mouth had dried almost instantly as you bent over the counter, wiping the surface and putting away clean dishes. He could still remember the curve of your ass in your too-tight shorts and your plush thighs, your cute chattering just background noise as you talked to Felix on the phone.

He hadn’t seen them before then so he knew they were new, but it didn’t matter. The image was burned into his mind, waiting for a chance to come back to the surface, and now it had its chance.

Jisung wasn’t a pervert, or anything of the sort, and he had always been confident in that fact until that day. He swallowed hard, bringing his other hand to stretch your panties in full view in front of him. He didn’t want to acknowledge the heat in his groin, and simply dragged his fingers over the lace, wondering how it would feel against your plush skin. He made sure to let every detail engrave itself in his mind, his eyes running over the lacy material too many times to count.

He was practically drooling, and he found himself moving the piece of clothing closer to his face. Before he could stop himself— he didn’t want to stop himself— he inhaled against the lace, a soft moan leaving him as he took in your scent. Inside his pants, his cock was already fully hard, and all Jisung had to do was take one of his hands down to his pants and press it down on his erection before he was whimpering, dragging your panties against his nose again.

Vaguely he heard your shuffling from only a few rooms down, the fridge opening and closing, and got harder by the thought of you catching him, his hand in his pants and your used underwear pressed up against his face. Would you be disgusted? Turned on? Unaffected? He didn’t know, but he wanted to. He wanted to see the look on your face as he came in his pants on your smell alone, the lace tickling his nose and rubbing against his tongue, making you tremble against him— using him like your own personal toy.

Jisung sighed as he started to pump himself under the fabric of his pajamas, wondering what you would say if you could see him— would you see how desperate he was and try to help? Maybe with your mouth, wrapped around his cock in a way that would make him tremble.

Jisung continued to pump himself and eventually, he had your pretty underwear wrapped around him, using it to pump himself harder, faster, crying out at the feeling of the soft fabric against his sensitive tip. He thought about how good you would feel, how wet you would be and the mess that you would make in those same panties. He thought about fucking you into the floor, your lacy panties covered in his cum— thought about how tight you would feel around him, about the sounds you’d make, your lacy underwear dangling off your ankle— the cause of all his problems but abandoned in the sight of the better prize.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his body shaking and his breaths coming out shallow as he continued to fuck himself with your panties. Through shaky breaths he watched as your underwear became covered in precum, and with a muffled sob and his eyes fluttering shut, Jisung sighed as his white cum painted your black underwear, contrasting so starkly against each other and soaking the fabric with his release. His hand squeezed the panties as he came, pumping the last drops of his cum before he threw them to the side as if they burned him.

He stiffened as he heard your footsteps move closer, his hand whipping out of his pants quickly before pressing start on the washing machine.

“You okay, babe?” You called, and he could tell you were in the hallway— not too close but not very far.

“I’m good,” he croaked, his voice hoarse from disuse and pure nerves. In the moment, he had wanted you to see, wanted you to come in and watch him, but now the reality of the situation is sinking in and— he really just did that. Jisung took a deep breath, fixing his pants before burying your underwear under the pile it belonged to and picking himself up. Everything was fine.

Everything was not fine.

Jisung isn’t a pervert. He knows this, so why is it that every Saturday morning, without fail, he’s soaking your underwear in cum before joining you at the table for breakfast? Why does he find himself imagining you under him, lacy underwear in hand, more and more often?

His sweatpants shield the mess in his underwear as he practically slams the washing machine door shut, and he winces at the sound it makes. You’ve been badgering him now for how harshly he’s handling things, but he can’t help it. The dissipation of his post-orgasm high just brings guilt and uncomfortability, and he can’t take it. Every Saturday is the same, yet somehow every Saturday it gets worse.

Jisung raises himself up, again hiding his new obsession under its respective pile, before exiting the laundry room and going to the bathroom to wash his hands. It’s pretty much become a daily routine, but you never notice. Whether it’s you just thinking he has an attitude about washing the clothes and that’s why he slams the washing machine door shut so hard or if he’s simply washing his hands before breakfast he doesn’t know, but he does know he’s really starting to like his only chore way too much.

The afternoon passes by fast, his busy mind and chores around the apartment keeping him in check. The ten minutes he spent helping you look for the charger to your speaker effectively contributed to passing the time before he finally let his exhausted body fall on your mattress. His eyes shut in bliss as he relaxes against the soft fabric and he spreads his arms wide, a long sigh leaving his lips.

“My poor baby,” you tease, standing at the door as you watch him relax into the bedding. It’s not like he has to do much, but it’s just like him to feel tired after a little cleaning. It’s not something anyone really wants to do, at least to you, but it has to get done and you’ve realized a long time ago it’s up to you to make sure that it does. You sit down next to him, running a hand through his hair as he hums in response, rubbing his head against your palm to encourage you to continue.

You smile a little, looking around your bedroom and feeling your chest lighten at the simple fact that it’s yours. The both of you. It’s a pride you’ve never felt before, and you know Jisung feels it too no matter how much he refuses to admit it. You’ve honestly been noticing how much less he complains about cleaning or taking part in the weekly chores. Less and less does he sigh, huff and puff, or groan, simply becoming a cacophony of noises as he moves around to do anything even remotely close to responsible or adult-like. He even wakes up easily, making his way to the laundry room like it’s become second nature.

He doesn’t let clothes pile up anymore, nor does he get annoyed at your nagging because he never gives you the chance. It’s been weeks since you last nagged him about anything besides handling things with care, and you’re shocked. You haven’t brought it up because you know how annoying it can be for someone to act surprised that you’re simply doing the “right thing”, so you’ve let him do his thing while you continue to do your own.

Soft snores leave your boyfriend's lips as your fingers stop moving against his scalp. You frown slightly at the sight, brushing his hair back behind his ear and gazing down at his face. So pretty, so soft, all yours.

Feeling nice you decide to finish the laundry for him and let him sleep. It takes a bit of effort to drag yourself back out of bed, but you make your way briskly through your apartment and into the laundry room, the last pile of clothes sitting on the floor in front of the machine. You throw the wet clothes into the dryer, going a little overboard with dryer sheets, before picking through the last pile and dropping each item into the washer. Your knees ache from dropping up and down to pick up and drop down clothes, so you’re relieved when you reach the end of the pile.

You don’t know what leads you to inspect the last items because really you have no reason to, but you can’t ignore the urge to pick through these items even more than usual. You drop shirts, socks, shorts, underwear, and some stray scarves and hats before your favorite black underwear.

When you pick them up, pinching them between your thumb and your index, you don’t expect it to stay stuck together, the fabric not dangling like it usually would. You lean closer, your eyes squinting in confusion by the globs of cum sitting in your panties, some of it dried and cracking as you spread your panties open.

You don’t know how to describe the feeling it’s brought to you. Your eyebrows raise at the sight because it’s a lot, sitting in the middle of your panties as if you soaked them, but you know you didn’t, and you know there’s only one other person who could have. Your mind is empty, mouth gaping, and eyebrows stuck in an arch. The washing machine beeps from disuse, but you pay it no mind.

Your legs clench together and you’re no stranger to the heat that rises in you as you continue to inspect. Just looking, as if the evidence of what has clearly happened would disappear if you blinked. You bring yourself back, allowing a spiral of thoughts to overcome you as you throw the underwear into the washer and press start, your ability to think finally starting to return.

Fucking Han Jisung.

No wonder he’s been so agreeable, you scoff, turning off the lights in the laundry room and shutting the door before making your way back upstairs. You don’t know what to do with this information, not entirely sure how to go about confronting him, if you even do. What then? It’ll just be awkward, and you still don’t know how you feel about it. Your mind tells you to just let the heat in your gut speak for you, but is that really enough?

When you step into your bedroom Jisung is still sleeping, curled up around a large pillow with his chest rising softly. Your lips press together as your shoulders slump and you allow your thoughts to sit in the back of your mind until later. As of now, there’s only a couple hours until you have to start making dinner and you’re aching for the comfort of your bed.

You feel a wave of warmth rush over you as you look over him. That comfortable feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, the soft sheets surrounding you, rumpled but clean and soft, felt like you were laying on a cloud. The dim light that filtered through the curtains gave your bedroom a warm, homey glow. The TV still played a silly romcom softly in the front of the room and his hair, fanned around your pillows, resembled a halo of his own.

As much as you would love to keep going, scanning him up and down, you decide against it. For now, at least. You know he’s tired. You’re tired too, and as soon as your head hits the pillow you’re asleep.

Jisung doesn’t like this familiarity.

He didn’t like the fact that he had to do laundry every Saturday in the first place. And then he also didn’t appreciate the way his body reacted to damn underwear. But what he especially detested was how much he loved it – the thrill of getting caught, the feeling of lace on his skin, the sight of his cum painted all over the fabric.

Jisung doesn’t like the fact that you washed the rest of the clothes.

He was so sure his heart stopped when he first saw the empty spot on the floor where the pile of clothes had been, and had been even more sure when he’d taken the whites out the dryer and saw your lacy panties in the washing machine.

He had tip-toed around you for a few days after that, not sure if you knew and not sure if you would say anything if you did, but after a few days of his sketchy behavior and no inkling of notice from you, Jisung decided he was in the clear. He was sure of it, but it didn’t help the anxiousness that settled in his chest as he sat in front of the washing machine for the 6th Saturday in a row, his pants tugged down and his cock hard and aching.

God, he's so fucking sexy. And pretty. And perfect. Your precious, precious boyfriend.

Your hand trails down your body – brain working tirelessly to replace your fingers with his own that would leave a trail of warmth over your skin. Just as the tip of your hand brushes over your underwear, a loud gasp and a light thump makes you give a stuttered sigh.

His girthy cock stands tall, the tip red and wet, smacking against his torso and leaving splotches of precum over his shirt. You want to lick him clean. His hands settle next to him on the floor, hips tilted as he spreads his legs comfortably.

Your fingers skim over the wet lips of your pussy, middle finger itching to spread them. You’re met with heavy, wet arousal that immediately covers the tip of your finger when you try to dip it past your entrance. Dragging it up along your opening, you settle your fingers next to your clit, and lean against the wall as you watch Jisung through the crack in the door.

He wraps one hand around the length of his cock, pulling down precum from his tip to coat himself completely. Your fingers move over your swollen clit, the lightest of brushes sending heat to your body.

You watch him move his hand over himself frantically, your panties moving along his cock, and his hot, lewd panting filling up your head and fogging your brain.

You bite back a moan at the sight. If only he knew you were at the door, would he be able to stop himself or would he keep going, making eye contact and fucking himself into an orgasm, moving his hand over himself until he was a shuddering mess. And when you would take him in your mouth, licking all the way up to the sensitive head and back, and suck at the tip with hollowed cheeks until he unraveled from under you. You know you can’t deep-throat him, he’s too big— too wide, but you do know you’re capable of sucking him to incoherency with just your lips wrapped around him.

You were positive that if you’d caught Jisung in the act like you’d planned you’d confront him— ask him why and for how long— not stand at the door with your hand shoved under the waistband of your shorts and lip caught between your teeth to silence your moans.

Jisung’s body racks with shivers before he leans over, cumming in your panties with a guttural moan.

“Oh,” he sighs, “fuck.”

You lean back against the wall, back arched and hips jerking while you ride out the waves of your orgasm, mind slowly floating back to consciousness. You register harsh breathing in your vicinity— Jisung was still coming down from his high. As you pull your hand away from your sensitive pussy, you realize you should move away from the door and somehow explain why you haven’t even started breakfast yet.

Gathering your wits and pulling yourself together as quickly as possible, you watch him sit up and shove your underwear under the pile and pull his pants up. You can tell he’s still reeling from the force of his orgasm just by the way his movements are slow and languid. He throws the last few whites in the washing machine before pressing start, and that’s all you need to propel you away from the door and make you start backing away in the direction of the kitchen.

You had given a lot of thought about what happened in the laundry room, to be honest. It’s not what you expected to happen at all, and surely isn’t something you thought would be sticking to your thoughts as much as it is. All you can think about is Jisung, your panties in his hand, pressed against his nose, his mouth, his cock, leading him to his most powerful orgasms. It leads you to your own, it excites you and even turns you on when you fantasize about it. But these fantasies weren’t something you had ever thought about before— and now you can’t help the thought of being able to see it without a door separating you both.

Your hands move through the motions of washing the dishes but your mind is far away. You can see Jisung from where you stand, and you know his eyes are glued to the television even though his back is facing you. The long sigh that leaves you feels like a weight has been taken off your body, as if it’s held all the confusion and frustration and utter horniness you’ve been battling for the past few days.

You’ve always had a clear head, have always been the voice of reason besides being as wild as your friends sometimes consider you to be, and you don’t know why this situation has to be different than any other. You know by now that you like it and you want to see it, so why can’t you just say it? You don’t know, but the disconnect it’s creating just serves to frustrate you even more.

Instead of going to make breakfast like you usually do while Jisung washes the clothes, you sneak downstairs and watch him through the door. Every Saturday without fail. The fact that it’s your used underwear only makes you wetter, and the moan that leaves your mouth almost gets you caught and puts an end to whatever game you two are playing.

He doesn’t hear you though, he never does, too lost in the haze of lust that surrounds him. Practically hard just at the thought of what he’ll be doing as soon as he gets downstairs.

The impulsivity to watch him is the same impulsivity that makes you confront him once and for all. You really do think things through, sometimes even more than necessary, but when it comes to Jisung it’s always been hard not to do whatever you feel like doing. Jisung doesn’t often take initiative and do things for the both of you, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to do so at times.

You thought back to the conversation you two had only a few nights ago, curled up under your duvet. As the evening drew near, faint bits of sunlight trickled through your closed curtains, lightly illuminating your bedroom, the main source of light coming from the long chandelier that hung from the ceiling just beyond your bed, hanging above the free space in your room.

The room is quiet, save for the soft movement of Jisung in your closet. A towel wrapped around his waist as he rummages through your shared belongings for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Your hands travel between the sheets, digging underneath pillows and under the mounds formed from your blankets for the remote. The two sounds mingle together, the comfortingly subdued noises bringing an intimate warmth that blankets the atmosphere. The comfortability of the way you move around each other is what leads you to ask the question that’s been sitting on your tongue for two months.

You yawn, bringing a manicured hand to your lips and Jisung turns around at the sound, a fond smile lifting his lips as he shushes you, ensuring that you don’t need to wait for him. You smile softly, leaning up and adjusting yourself so that you can look at Jisung head on, the smile disappearing in place of a contemplative look.

“What’s up, baby?” Jisung asks, setting down the clothes in his hands to sit next to you on the bed, laying a comforting palm on your thigh through the covers. You shake your head, bringing back a comforting smile— one that you hope will make him see that he doesn’t have to be worried.

“I was talking to Jieun today and she was saying she and Felix had talked about some… kinks and fetishes they had, and how much it’s broadened their sex life and made it better.”

This is true, but not why you’re bringing this particular topic up, of course. You haven’t told Jieun or anyone about what you’ve caught Jisung getting up to or how it’s made you feel, but you decide that the best way to open up the conversation is by bringing up your mutual friends.

“Made it better,” Jisung repeats, his eyebrows furrowing, “Baby, I don’t think I want to know about Felix’s sex life.”

Jisung makes a show of groaning loudly as you shove his shoulder in response, unable to help the fond eye roll in response to his words. Jisung always knows how to make everything so unserious and you can never be mad at him for it. He’s too cute and it always helps you when you’re stressed about whatever it is you need to get off your chest— like now— as his soft laughs echo around you.

“Sung, what I’m saying is, have you thought about it? Like, kinks you have that you might want to try?”

Jisung is silent for a moment before tilting his head down and chuckling. When he looks back up at you he smiles and reaches over to squish your cheeks and pull your head closer.

“Nah baby, shit is already perfect.” He kisses you, gentle, languid, and it serves to distract you from the lingering puzzlement at his answer to your question. Your chest warms at the feeling of his hands on your skin, cupping your chin and tracing shapes along the flesh. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to drag him closer and you feel him grin before pulling away, leaving light pecks on your lips and across your face.

When he stands he has to fix his towel, slipping so low off his hips you can see the shadow of hair along his pelvis. The heat in your stomach is far from gone, and it’s harder than usual to drag your eyes from his skin.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Ok,” you chirp, but you’re already halfway out the bedroom, rushing downstairs to grab a glass of water. Though now that you’re away from Jisung his words ring around your head, further confusing and upsetting you. It’s clear that he’s lying to you, but why? It’s not like you’ve ever judged him before about anything, and even if it is something that could be potentially shameful, after five years and moving in together, you two are surely on the path of marriage. It wouldn’t be so unnatural to talk about something like this at such a stage in your relationship.

There’s no possible way you’ve been imagining this tension, and you know what you’ve seen. He could be in denial, you presume, but after months of the same cycle there’s no chance that he has no fetish for it. A lingerie fetish? Kink? Whatever it is, you just want to come clean about it and you had the chance, but after Jisung’s vehement denial there was no way you could comfortably spill everything you knew, and no way to say it in a way that you didn’t know what he was up to.

‘I’ve been having fantasies about you sniffing my underwear for no clear reason.’ It doesn't sound remotely believable to your own ears and you know Jisung is smarter than that. You’ve never had to be the one to squeeze information out of him. You’ve always been clear in what you want, what you need, and have always succeeded in getting him to come clean about what he wants and needs. It’s no secret who takes control in that area, so the fact that you’re stuck only worries you more.

The ice cold water glides down your throat and you sigh in bliss, smacking your lips together and taking a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders and setting this conflict to the back of your mind. You just breathe, ignoring the secrets and confusion that’s been plaguing your mind. It feels wrong to have to keep things from your boyfriend and you wonder if he feels the same way, having to lie to your face over something that should be simple.

Your walk back to your shared bedroom is less rushed than your departure, and you simply savor the peace and quiet of your apartment. The moonlight shines through cracks in the window, settling a soft blue glimmer over your furniture. You can hear the TV playing softly when you arrive and you mask your true emotions with a placid smile.

That was a week ago. You’ve done a lot of thinking since then— it feels like all you’ve been doing recently is thinking. Yet here you stand, in front of the laundry room door, waiting, wondering, when you should just go in and put an end to all of this.

This entire situation feels a tad too dramatic for your liking, and you just want to have sex with your boyfriend without wondering if it’s not enough for him, wondering if he wants more and why he won’t just tell you that. Your hand is raised ready to knock on the door, but you drop it when you hear the telltale signs of Jisung pulling his pants down, the sighs that fill the room. You’re as still as a statue, nervous to walk in on your own boyfriend.

Time stands still, all you can think about is what you’re about to do— and what could come from it. Relief for you both? Or maybe anger, or maybe something else that your muddled brain can’t manage to think of. Shouldn’t you also come clean about the fact that you’ve been watching him? That you’ve known for a long time and just let him believe he needed to keep things secret because of your own internal battle? The questions and doubts that plague your mind almost lead you to turn around, to simply forget about the entire thing and let Jisung continue with whatever he calls these daily escapades.

But you know you can’t. In a relationship it’s up to you both to lay things down clear and precise, to bring your worries to your partner and fix them together, explore them together, and enjoy the closeness you wouldn’t be able to have with anyone else. You know you can’t just leave things as they are. Your mind won’t let you, it never would. You’d simply drive yourself crazy until you couldn’t keep it in anymore and would reveal it in the worst way possible.

You settle your nerves and take it upon yourself to venture inside into the sunlit room, your gaze locked on Jisung’s waist. Your breath shudders when his hand whips out his pants and he sits up, his chest heaving and cheeks red.

“Babe, don’t sneak up on me like that.” He laughed, but it sounded painfully forced, and you looked up at him hoping your gaze looked soft and that your anxiousness didn’t come off as anger.

“What were you doing?”

“The laundry…?”

Jisung swallowed, his hands tightening into fists as he stared at your naked collarbone— not able to look you in the eye. His mind was a plethora of thoughts, of guilt, of regret— wondering if he had really been so wrapped up that he hadn’t managed to hear you walking to the laundry room and how he could be so stupid to get caught after months of the same routine.

You scoff, taking a few steps inside the room and pushing the door closed behind you. “Don’t lie to me, Sung. You were touching yourself, right?”

A silence stretches between you both, simply staring at each other and waiting for one of you to say something more. Jisung, waiting for you to say you’re joking, that you know he would never do something like that, to say something that would stop the rapid beating of his heart and the anxiousness that takes over his being. And you, waiting, hoping, for Jisung to simply come clean. To trust in you and reveal that yes, he is, and he has been for a long time.

The silence stretches for a long time, sending a chill down your spine and a realization.

Jisung clenches his teeth before whimpering, “Fuck, I’m sorry.” His hands drop to his sides and your face falls slack as his shoulders start to shake. “I’m sorry, you’re probably so mad so— so disgusted.”

“What? Baby, no, no I’m not.”

With clammy hands you interlock your fingers with his and gently tilt his chin so that you can look at him. “I’m not mad,” you repeat, “I’m not disgusted either.”

Jisung blinks rapidly, nodding his head at your words and taking in a deep breath as he steps closer to you, leaning down so that his head can knock against yours.

“You’re not mad.”

A soft laugh echoes from your lips and you feel a huff of air on your lips as the beginning of a smile graces his lips. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jisung sighs, “I just couldn’t.”

You nod. It was hard for you to even come inside, wondering if he would be upset with you and not even thinking he could’ve been ashamed. You squeeze his hand and lean up to nip his cheek, proceeding to litter small kisses all over his face.

Jisung’s laughs make your heart feel light and allow you to feel better about the mini episode he just had— as well as the extensive episode you both have been fluttering around. You leave a kiss full of relief on his lips, salty and wet, moving your mouth against his as he returns it. Slowly, your lips start to press against each other more eagerly, lapping over each other and filling you with warmth.

Jisung brings a hand to your hair, pulling you closer to him before pinning you against the farthest side of the room, your waist trapped between him and the wall. In a matter of seconds he’s devouring you until you’re left breathless, your lips swollen and wet. His mouth moves along the sensitive parts of your neck, down the line of your throat, while his other hand separates from your own to run down your waist and touch you where he knows you shiver with need.

He slips his leg between your parted ones, allowing you to settle down right on top of his muscular thigh. As the kiss grows deeper, your hips begin to move, gyrating and pressing down against him. Using him. As your bodies move with one another, your pleasure continues to rise, forming from your center and spreading over your body.

Jisung gasps, but it’s swallowed up by your mouth all over again. You let your hands slide up the back of his loose t-shirt. His skin is warm, and Jisung hums into your mouth when he moves closer, your chests pressing together with each movement.

Suddenly, Jisung’s lips are pulled away from yours and you groan loudly, chasing after him. You succeed, biting at Jisung’s bottom lip to get him to open up again, but it doesn’t last long.

“Baby, wait.”

“What? what’s wrong?”

“Can you.. can you put the panties on for me?”

You blink once in response before a fire ignites in your groin. The smirk that lifts your lips and the pleased sigh that leaves your mouth fills the otherwise silent room and you drop down on the ground, pulling your shorts and your underwear off your body and pulling on the black, lacy ones— the cause of this mess.

Once you pull them all the way up and face Jisung again, you push him back gently, and Jisung pecks at your lips repeatedly until his back hits the floor. Then, like every girl’s wet dream, you're grabbing his hands to hold by his head.

Jisung then proceeds to kiss the shit out of you, your lips crashing together, ravishing you until your lungs clench and a lewd moan falls from your lips. He desperately tries to avoid bucking his hips upwards into yours, but fails again and again. Eventually, you drag your mouth away, trailing it down his neck. He’s gasping against you, and he curls into your touch, whimpering when sharp teeth nip at his skin. There’s a tongue soothing the wound, sucking at the same spot, lapping over it. You can feel him starting to shake, whimpering more often than not, before he’s yanking his hands free from your hold and dragging your face back up. You can feel Jisung smiling into it, chuckling just the tiniest bit, but resume kissing him.

He holds his gaze on yours when you fall apart, relaxing your body while the pulsing of your orgasm courses through you. He leans down into your arms right after, pressing tightly against your chest, so tight that you could feel his heartbeat pacing fast against yours. The kisses he gives you are soft and gentle, your thighs still trembling when he pulls away, pulling his grey t-shirt over his head.

The unmistakable shape of his erection that you feel brushing against your stomach lets you know just how turned on he is, and you equally so. His lips return to yours only after he has stripped himself, and your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, trailing down his naked skin, where you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

You lean forward, switching positions and taking him into your hand. He’s heavy, full of cum, and you slide your body down so that your mouth is right against his cock. You leave a kitten lick on the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins and the way Jisung throbs. He’s a pleasant weight on your tongue and you swirl it around the tip before sucking him into your mouth.

Still with your eyes on his face, you lean closer, kissing his sensitive tip before fitting your lips around the head, taking him into your mouth again. You hear him gasp before it turns into a deep groan, sucking and licking as you take him deeper.

Jisung sighs, his hand gripping your hair— trying not to force you down on him. Your body buzzes from the sensation and you feel hot all over, and you resist the urge to reach down and stroke your fingers to search for your own pleasure, choosing to focus on pleasing him instead.

His lips fall open with a few deep grunts escaping his soft lips, his hips moving faster as he pumps himself into your mouth. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Your fingers dig into his thighs and you whimper around him, the vibrations from your throat making his body spasm as he nears his orgasm. You pull off of him, your lips swollen and red, slicked with spit and pre cum.

“Come on baby,” you rasp, your throat scratchy and hoarse. “You can cum.”

Jisung’s movement becomes harsh as he pumps himself, his speed growing rapidly, and you see him twitching, his girth widening, before he pumps his cum onto your face with a long, drawn-out, groan.

“Are you gonna touch me?” You smirk, clawing at your own shirt and pulling it off. He nods, already moving to flip your positions yet again.

All you can feel is his touch, his fingers tweaking at your nipples and his lips that keep moving down and kissing the skin of your breasts that spill over your bra. He pulls his hand, the one that has been kneading at your breasts, and trails it down, stroking his tongue over your skin while his free hand moves lower, and lower, slipping under your shorts to find your cunt.

He traces down your panties, soaked with your arousal, running over the lace and moaning at the feeling of it clinging into your clit. His thumb follows the wet trail on the flimsy fabric to find your opening, hardly shielding you from his touch. He twists his hand while he continues to press his thumb in circles over your covered entrance, his fingers find your clit, and then he pinches, hard, sending you over the edge and into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

You squirm at the feeling of your release, before your fingers slowly peel the scrap of black lace down your thighs, making a show out of it while you make him wait. You continue to tease him, staring him down as you slip your feet from them and he pulls them off, frantically, and you watch him lift the lace to his nose. Inhaling deeply, breathing you in. His lashes flutter, and the view of him taking you in so shamelessly makes you shudder.

He drops the fabric in the next moment, looming over you with hooded eyes, and you pull him down to leave a lingering kiss on his lips. He continues to kiss you as he spreads your legs apart, holding them down with heavy hands. With your pussy so wet, his fingers slide easily through your folds, and he can feel just how wet you are, but the way you clench and throb around him makes him moan deeply. His lips find your hips, then he moves down, running his mouth down your legs, taking time to trail along your thighs, your calves, your ankles, and you keep your eyes on him the whole time.

You let out a gasp at the first stroke of his tongue over your clit. Your legs lift a little, but Jisung presses them back down, keeping you in place— keeping you right where he wants you.

“Don't make me wait, Ji.”

Jisung needed no further warning. He grabbed your hips and squeezed them, pulling you even closer to his waiting tongue. You were moaning— your sounds filling the room— and he felt like he was in heaven. He was the one making you feel this, he was the reason, and it made him so proud. He runs a shaky hand along your skin as you cry out at the feeling of his tongue swiping against your wet cunt. You can’t do much but moan and sigh. It’s funny to you, how you have the upper hand but he has you shaking from under him, building you up and then breaking you down with immense pleasure— a feeling that you can barely think around.

You hear a soft gasp as he gives you a few more kisses with his tongue, tasting you, before he looks up again and whimpers, “I wanna make you feel good.” — And he’s unrelenting in showing you just how determined he is to make good of his words. His grip tightens on your thighs, as the swipes of his tongue grow more intensely. He sucks at your clit, pressing his tongue against you to send you into your second orgasm.

Your hips moved frantically against his face— chasing your own pleasure. You chanted his name as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, growing desperate and restless with each stroke. He could feel your legs shaking, your body squirming as you reached your peak.

“Jisung, oh god.”

His breathing is shaky, labored and uneven, rising up and slotting himself between your thighs. You want him, more than anything, no matter what. He kisses the corner of your lips, smiling against your mouth.

You kissed him so sweetly after that, but it was all a ploy, a distraction for you to line his cock up with your entrance, and push it into your tight hole. His eyes widened as he felt himself stretch your walls, and he made to pull away from the kiss to gasp, but you didn’t let him. Chasing his lips, you kept him close, tangled in a mess of tongue and teeth, with no room to breathe.

“My empty-headed baby. Take anything I give you right?”

All Jisung can do is nod— your thoughts leave you as he continues to move in and out of you, filling you up and satisfying you the way he always does, but you manage to speak without realizing. “You’re so filthy, getting off to my panties— !” Your walls contract as he thrusts into you deeper, lifting your legs and situating them against his shoulders. He buries himself so deep inside it’s almost like he’s melded himself into you. He’s so big, you can barely breathe, allowing him to bring pleasure to you both as he moves.

“I-i’m so dirty,” he moans, his voice raspy with need, as he pumps his cock. “And you love it.”

Your mouth falls open, overwhelmed with satisfaction. You can only focus on the feeling of his cock dragging against you, his tip hitting so hard it feels like he’s moving around your organs. He pounds into you, not allowing anything but lewd moans to leave your lips for even a moment. His harsh groans and your airy sighs fill the room, slaps of his skin against yours lewd and wet. “Oh god, I’m gonna—”

Your words become nothing but a moan when his thrusts don’t falter and instead pick up. You don’t know how he’s managing to keep going, how he’s managed to move even quicker.

"Come on, baby," you whisper, clenching your jaw, letting him know that you’re on the brink of orgasm. Jisung bends down, taking your lip into his mouth, tugging and sucking and making you sigh in bliss. Then his fingers come down to find your clit, sending you erupting into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Your own orgasm was what did it. A few more thrusts into your sloppy cunt, and he was spilling his seed right into you, coating your walls. He was throwing his head back, letting out a deep moan as he buried himself in you, hips stuttering as he released spurt after spurt, your poor pussy taking everything he gave. You watched him in awe, flickering your eyes to the abandoned underwear for only a moment— before you glued your eyes to the man in front of you. It was even better in person.

“Oh baby,” you sigh, “does it feel good?”

Jisung nods, his hair brushing against your naked skin, and he presses a soft kiss against your collarbone. His lips rest there as you both come down from your high, basking in the glow of your orgasms and relishing in the presence of each other.

Your chest heaves with the force of your breaths but otherwise your body feels light, airy, and any negative thought you’d entertained before is completely gone in lieu of the sex you and Jisung have just had, the mutual understanding you’ve created with the meshing of your bodies.

You feel content, like you’ve done all this worrying for nothing— and really— you both had. Worrying about being judged or ridiculed was ridiculous in a relationship such as yours, and once again you’ve been reminded of that.

a/n: an abrupt ending…?? from me??? no… no way!!?? as always, i hope you enjoyed and tysmmm for reading!! everyone say happy bday ari !!! <3 or don’t… she’s a loser anyway so who cares fr

mini taglist: idk why i always feel bad tagging as if y’all didn’t literally ask me but 😭 tysm!! @myjisung @svintsandghosts @hwan-g @hoeforstraykids @itsisa @raspbinniecreme

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Hi can I request ichiro hitoya and gentaros married life would be like?fem s/o please

Ichiro, Hitoya and Gentaro's married life with fem! s/o

here!!! <3

femreader, teasing, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-With him.. it's not like you're a married couple, it's more like you have a whole big family now. Because his young brothers are still here, and you can't help but see these two as your kids.

-And that's why Ichiro fell for you - for this softness and mother's love you have in your heart for his siblings. Even before he made a proposal, small scenarios about your life all together tickled his mind in the night.

-But never in his life he thought this would be more chaotic in real life. Ah, aren't Jiro and Saburo supposed to be more obedient, when now there is another role model for them?

-Well, and they actually get more tractable, but at the same time more clingy, seeing you as saintly and cool as their big bro. And Ichiro does understand that it's just from lack of parental attention in their childhood but still.. He feels kinda jealous every time he wants to hug his precious wife but you're already wrapped with his young brothers around you.

"Ne, ne, S/o, when will we go to the stadium next time?" - never in his life Ichiro would think Jiro can make such a soft sweet tone while jumping around you.

"Shut up, Jiro, it's not interesting either for me or for s/o to watch you kicking a bit of leather around a field." - Saburo scoffs and looks at your eyes. - "Let's spend the day in the house, I want to show you a new program I hacked.."

"No one is interested in your stupid computer either!" - they just interrupt each other, making the same fight they always do for Ichiro's attention. And of course this time he was also the one who would separate them, as always.

-Cause you never ever try to scold them too much, but soothing them with light strokes oh their heads. And even if Ichiro prefers to be harsher with this growing generation, he does appreciate how easily you can calm them down with your care. It makes his job as a parental figure much easier, after all.

-So.. Most of your dates take place outside, where you two can pay attention to each other. Maybe you're married now, but Ichiro doesn't want to lose this sparkle between you and tries to dilute the casual family trips with some romantic intimate dates in cinema or cafes.

-"Ah.. Finally.. I was thinking about kissing you for a whole day.." - he mumbled, leaning closer to you while you both were sitting on the private balcony of the restaurant, enjoying the night city.

"Jiro and Saburo are not that young that you would be shy to kiss in front of them, you know?" - you can't help but giggle, admiring the soft smile on your husband's face more than this beautiful landscape.

"Don't play dumb, my dear, there's some kisses that I want no one else to see.." - the light blush on his cheeks turn into a brighter one as Ichiro presses his lips to yours in some long, passionate way.

-Both before and after the wedding he was like a malewife, doing almost all household chores. Of course with your appearance in his house it's much easier, as now Ichiro can focus on his business in Odd-Jobs Yamada and make more money to feed the family.

-I'm sure this work would be enough, but Ichiro is still willing to find more part-time jobs or spend more time in his office just so his precious wife would spare nothing for her needs and hobbies.

-But the main love language of his is not money, but quality time, as there's nothing more pleasant for him than spending an evening with you, cooking something together.

-He doesn't mind getting a little bit silly and fooling around, but only if your small games don't include food. As Ichiro values any product he buys and doesn't want to throw those things away now.

-So not that many teases during kitchen time. Well, maybe just a little, cause your face looks so cute when you accidentally spread a little jam on your cheek while making dessert.. And your reaction when he leans closer to lick it is even more cuter.

-Ichiro loves to cook together, but surprising you with breakfast in bed is also one of his favorite things. Maybe even feed you a little while discussing plans for the day and sweetening his meal with small quick kisses.

-Maybe in the very beginning he would try to be more 'mature', as in his mind he's not just a boy now, but a man and a husband.. So he really would try to stop watching anime and read manga. Maybe he even should try to buy a newspaper and read this instead during breakfast? But old habits die hard..

-Only after you told him there's nothing wrong with keeping this hobby even until old age, Ichiro would calm down a little. And especially if you wouldn't mind spending some evenings watching new anime with him and Jiro, then it cheers your husband up even more.

-"Ha.. I thought such lovey-dovey stuff is only in some romantic books, but.." - Ichiro leaned closer, kissing your cheek. His hands on yours as he looks with a small soft smile on rings on your and his fingers. - "But everyday feels like the first, you know? I feel like my love for you will always burn like that.."

-Ahh, it's actually so exciting and confusing at the same time..

-Cause if Gentaro actually decided to marry you then, putting jokes aside, he really, really loves you and appreciates your presence in his life. Can't say he's not a type who's never got in love affairs, but actually getting deep in his heart is pretty hard, and you did it.

-But it seems that the amount of teasing in your relationship just gets bigger. It's not like his usual lies, but some small romantic jokes that leave you all flustered, with an awkward smile.

-Cause he doesn't love to make a fool of you like he did with poor Dice, but seeing your blushing face? Precious, it's probably one of the reasons why he married you - because your absolutely priceless reaction to his games is amusing.

-Even before the wedding Gentaro was kinda possessive, but now it seems like his jealousy got stronger. Such a mysterious man, yet all his magic vibes fades away the second he starts to get jealous. Or maybe it's actually getting stronger? As your husband is willing to play his cunning games more harsher with anyone who's dare to talk with you in a tone he finds inappropriate.

-"I'm sorry but this woman is under my spell.." - he suddenly appeared behind you, hands playfully holding your shoulders as Gentaro looked with his usual calm face on your companion. - "Anyone who would try to get too bold with their actions towards her would be chased by monsters of shadow every night.. So I hope you will sleep well today.. Or your intentions were not pure?"

"Aren't you were a Demon's Lord himself last week, promising that one guy from the store to sacrifice him for your bloody feast?" - you can't help but giggle when you both get alone, his hand lowered to your waist in some overprotective hug. - "Since when did you also start to be a monster-tamer?"

"Sorry, my darling. There's many jobs aside from my writing stuff that I do to please all your needs, you know.. Sometimes even something dangerous like that.." - a small dramatic sigh from him makes you giggle, but then Gentaro suddenly gets closer, his lips tickling yours within a breath of distance. - "So maybe you would reward me with some kisses? I also want to show them all you're actually mine."

-There's many such small silly stories with him, not only about jealousy, but just from your usual life together. Ahh, such inspiring small incidents for a fibber and dreamer like him.

-So don't get surprised when you suddenly find a book at store shelves with suspiciously familiar plot but with more fantasy details.. Oh, maybe you can even pay a favor back today and tease your husband with such an unexpected find..?

-It's hard to tell at first glance, but actually confusing Gentaro is much easier than it seems to be. As I said before, he wouldn't marry just some random girl, only the one for whom he's ready to open his whole soul and of course some sensitive parts of his heart too. And despite you adoring such sincereness from him, now you can tease him back and get such a full reaction.

-Never in your life did you think you would be able to see him with such a cute blush and a weaker than usual smile. Ahh, but this view is just for you to see, and even if you tried to play with him in public to make him all flustered Gentaro knows very well how to talk back and turn YOU into some shy mumbling mess. Once again, and just with a few words.

"Don't think you can trick the trickster, honey.." - his condescending smile and absolutely calm voice with a small mocking undertone makes you blush more. - "But I need to admit, you get much better with your words, honey.."

"You lie with dogs, you wake up with fleas.." - you smirk, calming down your heart. - "The more time I spend with you, dear husband, the more of your mystery I start to solve.. So be ready that in one moment I actually would be able to trick you.."

"Huhu.. How bold." - anober small chuckle escaped his lips as Gentaro got closer, whispering in your ear. - "But that's why I love you so much.. Never afraid to challenge me.."

"Cause I'm interested in where it would lead me to.."

"It's already led you to the altar with me, honey.. Now wait for what else I have prepared for you.."

-Ahh, the most peaceful life, actually. Because Hitoya is an old man who wants some calm evenings with his dear wife after a long day at work.

-I don't want to say there's no sparkle or burning passion between you two, just most of the time your causal days together pass without any chaos or wildness that is inherent in young couples.

-But he still knows how to surprise you with an unexpected present or date in a luxury restaurant. Spoiling you is just one of his ways to show his love fully - cause sometimes it's hard to pay proper attention to his dear wife due to his job.

-But that's why he loves you so much - cause you always wait for him and meet him with such a warm, soft smile, that makes him forget about all those problems and cases from Amaguni Law Firm. And even if Hitoya still has a bad mood, you're willing to listen to his grumpy mumbling, soothing his tensed muscles with light strokes.

-And he's always ready to return a favor. In his worldview, being a couple means being supportive and caring to each other in the first place, feeling sincere love. Maybe in his young wild age he was more concentrated in lust and passion, but right now it's in second place. Still important, but not the main reason why he wants to see you near him.

-So there's so much wholesome and intimate moments, that you both appreciate - a silent cup of coffee on his table when he keep working even in house late at night, small note with bouquet of your favorite flowers on your bedside table in the morning, light kisses before he went to work and more, more things.. Unspeakable care that can be shown only through small things warms your hearts.

-"Yes…This week was a horrible mess indeed." - a low tired sigh escaped his lips as he leaned closer to you on the couch, fingering with deft habitude at your hair. - "Why don't we spend these weekends in a more relaxing atmosphere? What about hot springs?"

"Oh? Isn't it a little bit expensive for just weekends, not holidays?" - such an expression with furrowed brows fetch a small chuckle from your Hitoya.

"Why not? I want to pamper my wife and this is how she answers me?" - such a playful scold..

-He doesn't mind spending more money on you, as I said before, it's just his love language. He loves the whole process - from choosing the right present or place, to the adorable reaction from your side. No matter how many times your husband spoils you like that, you keep getting excited and he adores that.

-So of course, despite all Hitoya wants is some peaceful love, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to tease you. Actually, the opposite - most of his passion is revealed through some playful games, when he teases you with some sweet text throughout the day or just titillates your body with quick and then long kisses.

-In such moments he's actually more like a young version of himself, a little bratty and unruly, but even more charming that way. And you can't help but fall into these teasing every time, giving him exactly the reaction he was expecting from his precious wife.

-"What's wrong? Already so shy? How can you still get so flustered when I'm your husband, after all.." - Hitoya smirks, pinching your cheek after a small make out session on the couch.

"You know, you should be happy your wife still loves you so much that your attention makes her shy.." - you can't help but tease him back, leaning for another kiss.

"Oh, you just know how to toy with my heart, aren't you, s/o?" - A light blush appears on his cheek as he takes your hand, kissing a small gold ring. - "Then I'm willing to pay even more attention to you today, my honey.."

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crimeronan · 8 months

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If Hunter gets the Common Mold and has an anxious Luz hovering over him constantly (as we know she will) she is absolutely going to catch it from him and end up sick herself. And possibly even more loopy from it that Hunter was. Which probably isn’t going to help either of their anxieties…

Raine and Darius being put in a position where it’s literally cruel to separate the two of them but they keep passing this sickness back and forth. Not to mention there’s no way of knowing if Luz might accidentally let something slip in her common mold delirium to someone who isn’t in the loop.

On a separate note, Amity seeing the abrupt change in how Darius is around Luz post-mindscape Amity’s immediate thought is “What the actual fuck does she have on Darius?!” And then probably come up with a handful of worst possible scenarios. Like, she knows that every CH is subservient to the Empress but… It’s Darius! And because Amity and Darius had that bit of semi-unspoken understanding that they didn’t believe Luz’s weird “nice” act that Amity would absolutely clock the (literal) overnight change.

Like, Darius is just making suggestions to Hunter that since his free time is even more sparse now that they could work some of their lessons in a way that could include Luz’s presence and Amity feels like she needs to scream.

this is just reminding me of when our whole household had COVID in march and how fucking funny and terrible it was. all of us laying in various shared beds and couches together coughing up a lung and taking our terrible-tasting antivirals while going "no, YOU'RE sicker, i have to do the chores" [tries to stand up in the kitchen and passes out]

which. yeah. luz and hunter. 100%

raine like if you two are going to sleep in each other's sweat like a pair of very very very weird little creatures then can you at LEAST wear masks or something. i swear to fucking-

THE AMITY AND DARIUS THING HERE IS MAKING ME LAUGH SO AHRD IM IN TEARSSSS oh my GOD poor amity. POOR AMITY. darius who's allergic to telling anybody the truth and even more allergic to compromising his own cover just being like "do your job and don't be so paranoid" and amity's like HELLO. I AM GOINNG TO BE TEN THOUSAND TIMES MORE PARANOID NOW???? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ONNNN

perfect. they're Perfect. thank u.

#replies #toh #princess luz au #horrible mindscape trauma pals #shitty idiot repression gang #darius deamonne #raine whispers

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not-a-perfect-metaphor · 2 years

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J2 Tinhat Timeline

Based on the one I created here long ago but separated into individual years this time around (from 2015 to present).

Please PLEASE comment/message me/etc. with any moments you think should be included!

I’m starting out of order (for no particular reason) with:

2017 -

*note: content within each year is not yet listed chronologically

Minncon:

Jared equates obstacles/fights he and Jensen have dealt with in their relationship to obstacles/fights that married couples + romantic partners deal with.

(parallel to seacon 2016, once that year has been added)

Jensen (on his relationship with Jared): “I think the first time the idea hit me that this was going to be a really solid relationship was the first time we got into a fight.”

Jared: “-when you see something tested...when someone is fighting with their boyfriend or girlfriend or husband or wife, like you know what? These are the moments you figure out if it’s worth it, because you are going to have struggles, and you are going to have times that suck. Is it worth it to carry on? Do you want to carry on?”

Also-

Jared gestures toward Jensen, saying, “-my spou-, my buddy (...)”

Seacon:

Jared refers to a singular trailer that he and Jensen share (one of many times the Js have done this)-

Jared: “And they’re, like, knocking on our trailer.”

Houscon:

Jared (about himself and Jensen and the time constraints of filming etc.): “We didn’t see our family last week. (…) but that being said, our kids get to see their parents doing something that they love.”

Nolacon:

Jensen talks about household chores and says, referencing himself and Jared during his response, “It is split up. When we’re not there, she handles it. When we come home, she’s like ‘here’s the keys to everything,’” seemingly implying that the Js are in one household together some percentage of the time and that they’re often given their space, just the two of them, when they’re home.

Honcon:

Jared and Jensen wear matching shirts that Jensen both picked out and purchased for them prior to the panel.

*noteworthy because….Jensen dressing Jared = the best thing ever, and also Jared/Jensen matchy match moments = the best thing ever # 2.

Also-

The ‘like you always do’ slip happens during a J2 conversation that Jared can’t help but turn into something dirty (of course 😏).

Jensen: “I went in pretty quick-”

Jared: “-like you always do.”

*extreme oops face courtesy of Jared followed by a significant and lingering look exchanged between both of the Js which ironically is much more so what makes this a tinhatty moment than the actual dirty comment itself.

Nashcon:

Jensen steps forward to intimately massage Jared’s head during an emotional moment-

Pittcon:

Both Jensen and Jared use the word “contract” while talking about kid-planning. Jared talks about needing to be “-specific in the contract.” As in, “-I don’t mean two MORE [kids]. I mean two TOTAL.”

Jensen then refers to his own situation by saying that it was a “-loose contract that apparently held no water.”

Jib:

Jensen intimately embraces Jared while singing “don’t you cry no more” (from Carry on my Wayward Son).

Also-

(@ the Orion concert) Jensen points directly at Jared while singing.

“-let me be your fortress, when the night winds are driving on…be the one to light the way, bring you home.”

AHBL:

Jensen touches his pointer finger to Jared’s hand, which is exactly how he and his ‘wife’ privately say ‘I love you’ to each other according to what Jensen himself publicly shared with us during Vancon-2016.

*note that this is only one well-known example and that there have been many more of these specific finger touches between the Js both before and after AHBL 2017.

DCcon:

Jared (about the Padackles Turks & Caicos vacation): “[Jensen] knows, because we went there as a family.”

Chicon:

Jensen discusses his relationship with Jared using undeniably ‘couple’-y phrases-

“There’s a support system that exists within us for each other. It allows us to create and work hard. It allows us to love. It allows us to be open. I’m very thankful to have that with someone else.”

Also-

Jared: “I don’t think Sam eats a lot of pie.”

Jensen: “No, I would say, yeah, pretty much! I don’t think Jared does either!”

*note: we’re all on the same page when it comes to the whole ‘eating pie’ metaphor (of the, um, sexual variety) are we not?

I think we are.

ComicCon:

The world is forever blessed by this E.W exclusive photo of Jared posing in a very, um…interesting way with Jensen!

SDCC:

The Js take part in a ‘newlyweds’ type game where they demonstrate to the world yet again just how thoroughly they know and understand each other.

Jensen: “Jared is right! It’s beef jerky.”

*note: Misha doesn’t do well…surprise, surprise!

Although, in his defense, he does very accurately summarize the vibe of the whole thing in relation to the J’s answering correctly for each other-

“That’s what true love looks like!”

ACLfest (Austin):

The Js are filmed by Tiffany Resig sharing a romantic little ride in a pedicab (bike taxi) and looking like the most obvious husbands.

June 1st:

Jared posts a picture of him and Jensen out to dinner and captions it “date night.”

October 1:

Jensen poses in front of a mural that says “love is love,” a well known LGBT+ slogan, and then later that same day, Jared poses in front of a mural that says “love will win,” captioning it with “every time.”

August 20th:

A candid clip is filmed of the Js during their down time on set, and the only thing we can all talk about is the blatant lack of any personal space whatsoever between the two of them.

(more added soon, and additional years added soon as well)

#j2 tinhat #timeline #2017 #husbands husbanding

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geesevillain · 1 year

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can’t sleep. little drabble. fuck me.

cw: gender neutral, yandere themes, stalking, suggestive language, reader romanticizes yanderes

Obsessive infatuation.

Not quite love, but still passionate, nevertheless.

You were obsessed with the concept. Going out of your way to consume media of all kinds to get a small taste of it. From watching yandere-esque anime to listening to yandere audio to reading creepy fanfiction of your favourite characters.

It polluted your thoughts and refused to go away.

“There’s something romantic about a person that will do absolutely anything for you,” You stated. “Wanting you so much that they’re willing to hurt people just to show how much they love you? Taking pictures of you when you go about your errands because they thought you looked nice?”

“That sounds like stalking and murder to me.” Your friend, Layla, mumbled. She took a sip from her coffee and glanced up at you. “It sounds fucking creepy if I’m being honest. If Tiff hurt you just to get to me, I wouldn’t find it romantic. I especially wouldn’t find her taking random ass pictures of me romantic. Shit sounds fucked.”

You rolled your eyes at her words. “It’s different for me. You wouldn’t understand.” You picked up your fork and played with the cake in front of you. You took a scoop of frosting off the top, debating on eating it, before placing the utensil back down with a sigh.

“And I don’t understand, hon. But as long as you stay safe, you can stay interested in whatever the fuck you want, okay?” Layla placed her hand on your own, giving it a little squeeze. “I really do care for you, love.” She winked at you, quoting the show that brought up such a discussion.

While it had been four years since its release, you were rewatching ‘You’ with your friends for the third time. That being your third time, and they’re first.

“I fucking hate you.” You shook your head at her words with a little laugh.

“And here I’m confessing my undying love for you.” Layla feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand over her chest.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too.” You rolled your eyes at her dramatic act before standing up and stretching. “It’s been fun, but I should probably get going. Exam’s tomorrow, so sleep is very much needed.”

Your friend stood up from her own chair, brushing off imaginary crumbs that may have fallen onto her lap. “I should get going too. Tiff and I planned a movie night tonight, and I still have to pick up some things for that.” She picked up her bag from beside her chair and hugged you. “It was nice seeing you, hon. Good luck with your exam.”

“Thanks, Lay. Enjoy your movie night, and tell Tiff I say hi.” You waved at each other before going your separate ways.

You wanted to tell her why you felt the way you did, but it wouldn’t have done you any good. Layla wasn’t into what you were, so she wouldn’t understand.

Obsessive love was something unconditional. They love you for who you are at your core. They’d never leave you because you were all they needed and vice versa. It was sweet in a fucked-up sort of way.

Plus, it was a way for you to get shit done. Imagining someone watching your every move and thinking about how proud they’d be to see you complete your assignments early or do your household chores motivated you. Hell, it even helped you get to bed at a reasonable hour.

Which is what you were planning on doing now. You shuffled through your clothes, looking for a comfortable t-shirt to sleep in. Once found, you took off your dirty shirt, throwing it across your room onto your desk chair. You slipped out of your jeans and tossed them in the same direction as your shirt.

You powered your pc down before flicking your light switch off and walking over to your bed. You had a long day and were ready to go to sleep.

You closed your eyes, envisioning your own yandere watching you from the crack in your blinds. The crack itself hadn’t been intentional, for the apartment came with shitty blinds that you didn’t want to fix. Nevertheless, it still helped with your fantasies.

You hugged your pillow close to your chest and let out a sleepy sigh. You snuggled closer to your pillow and continued your daydream until sleep overtook you.

A small clicking sound brought you out of your slumber. You looked around your room, eyes closed halfway and mind foggy. You weren’t completely awake, but you didn’t need to be to see what awaited you.

A figure stood by your now-open bedroom door. They stared down at you, their body going stiff as they froze their movement.

Your heart started to race in your chest as you blinked hard a couple of times. There was no fucking way you were seeing what you were. That wasn’t a real person. It couldn’t be a real person. You rubbed at your eyes, hoping the black figure would go away, but it just got closer.

You jolted up from your bed and grabbed at anything you could use to scare them away. “Stay the fuck away from me.” You choked out. The room was silent aside from your outburst, the only sound coming from your rapidly increasing heartbeat.

“I’m not going to hurt you, dove.” The figure spoke. “Besides, I thought you liked this.” They continued to approach you, not stopping until they reached your frantic form. “In fact, I know you like this.” They reached towards you and cupped your cheek. Their skin felt cold against your own.

Tears began to flow from your cheeks as you stared at the person in front of you. “If you leave now, I won’t-”

“I won’t be leaving.” The figure tsked. Their hand dropped to their side as they continued to look down at you. “I’m here to spend time with what’s mine.” They crawled onto your bed, their taller figure engulfing your smaller one. “You’re so tense, dove. What’s wrong?” They stroked your cheek, smearing your tears in the process.

Your trembling form remained quiet. You had thought of this scenario many times, but never did you expect it to be so scary. “You’re fucking with me, right? Lay sent you here to fuck with me?” You looked up at them with hopeful eyes. “That’s what it is, isn’t it? I told her some stupid shit, and she wanted to show me how it would actually be. Honestly, she’s smart for that because I would’ve continued my delusional infatuation with fucked up characters if not for this.”

You tried to push yourself away from the individual beside you, but they only tightened their hold. “Listen, I get it now. You can let me go and tell Lay it’s all good now. I’m done with this shit."

“That friend of yours didn’t send me here." They murmured, words laced with venom. "I loved you since I first saw you. I tried time and time again to get your attention, but it never worked. I looked into you, dove, and saw the type of people you romanticized. Coincidentally enough, that’s me.” They ignored your shaking form and continued to speak. “I’ve watched you from that tree every night, and you never cease to amaze me. It was as if you knew I was watching you, so you put on a little show for me. Taking your shirt off in a teasing fashion and sticking your ass out when you went to lie down. It was all for me, wasn’t it, dove? You knew I was there, so you wanted to tempt me to come inside.

“And come inside I did. At first, I was too nervous to, but then it became a bad habit. Sleeping next to you every night was like my own slice of heaven. It seemed like you enjoyed it too. Especially since you’d curl up into me, either snuggling into the warmth of my chest or pressing that pretty ass of yours against me.” They cupped your cheek once more before placing a light kiss against your forehead. “Since you like it so much, I don’t know why you’re acting all afraid now.”

The more they spoke, the more terrified you became. This wasn’t the first time they had broken into your house, and it probably wasn’t going to be the last time either. “Please, just-”

“I’m not fucking leaving, dove.” The figure growled out. “You should probably get some rest now, after all, you have an exam in the morning. Lie down next to me and relax before I take more drastic measures.” They pulled you down to lay beside them and hummed when you complied. “I’ve always wanted to fall asleep next to you, at the same time, I mean.” They stroked your hair trying to lull you to sleep.

You remained still, eyes dipping to a close and your heart still beating rapidly. This wasn’t what you wanted at all. Well, it was, but you didn’t want it to actually happen. There was a fine line between delusional fantasies and reality, which you never wanted to be crossed.

Your vision blurred, and hot tears streamed down your cheeks. They wouldn’t hurt you - you knew that - but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t hurt others on your behalf. What if they already did? Their expression seemed to darken when you brought up Layla. You hoped to god they didn’t hurt her. She didn’t deserve to be injured or even killed because of this fucker.

You wanted this to end. You wanted them to go away. You never wanted this. Fantasies are fantasies, and you wished they let it stay that way.

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A request I was given. I wanted to try something new. I usually avoid using y/n type stories, so I wanted to give it a try. Please tell me how it is. Don't be afraid to tell me it's awful because I'm trying to find a good way to write it.

Sickie; jungkook

Caretaker: reader that I'm naming Ammi.

"Jungkook-ah, where are you? You said you were just taking Bam out to use the bathroom." I called jungkook, my childhood friend who I've had a crush on for as long as you can remember. He was kind enough to let me stay at his place while my house was being renovated, and to repay him, you decided to help with household chores whenever possible. I made dinner, but after twenty minutes he still hasn't returned.

"I ended up at the park. No one is here because it's raining, so I don't have to worry about anyone." Jungkook replies, out of breath. He was clearly messing around with Bam, his barks heard in the background unhappy his playtime was ending.

"You shouldn't be out in the rain. You're going to get yourself sick. Let me come pick you up." I scold him out of worry.

"No, I don't want us to be seen together. I'll walk back." Jungkook wasn't embarrassed to be seen with you, his fear is what fans would do if they saw you with him. You remembered when Taehyung accidently followed someone other than the other members on Instagram, all those nasty messages all over their page, some even threatening their life. I knew it wasn't personal. He's voiced his worries about us hanging out in public, making us hardly see each other.

"Alright. Hurry back then, and you need to take a bath when you get back."

"I will after dinner. I'm starving. See you soon." He hangs up the phone.

(There's no arguing with that boy. He's so stubborn.) Sighing,I go to the kitchen to do the dishes as I wait for Jungkook to return.

"I'm back." A soaked Jungkook comes through the door.

"Why are you soaked? Didn't you bring an umbrella?" I run to the bathroom to get him a towel grabbing two.

"I did, but it got really windy, so it kept flipping upward, so I put it away." Jungkook replies, taking his shoes and socks off.

When i come back with two towels, i'm right in time to watch him take off his jacket, leaving his black t-shirt clinging to his body,his muscles showing through it, making you blush. To hide my face from him, i quickly put one of the towels on his head and try to dry his hair, purpsely making him unable to see.(if i came out a few seconds later would i have caught him shirtless) i shake the thoughts away.(This isn't the time to get flustered..)"You're going to get sick for sure. Your teeth are chattering. You have a photoshoot next week, too!"

"I'll be okay." He says escaping your assult with the towel bending down to use the second towel to dry off Bam.

"I'll dry Bam, you go get changed." I usher him towards his room, earning yourself a giggle from the young vocalist.

"I'm going, I'm going.." He says smiling, going into his bedroom and closing the door.

(I don't know how that boy survives on his own. Last night, he didn't even go to sleep until six in the morning singing on live, and now i caught him going out to play in the rain.)

It was clear Jungkook missed performing and being with his other members. He still saw them when he could, but with working separate schedules, it wasn't easy to find time for all of them to gather together.

Bam shook himself violently, flinging water everywhere, pulling me back to the task at hand. "You're going to need a bath too.. you stink."

"I'll give him a bath after mine." Jungkook was already out of his room, taking a seat on the floor where you set up dinner. "Thanks for making dinner."

"No problem. It's the least I can do." I slide in next to him, not wanting him to watch me eat, taking a few bites. "Is it good?"

"Yeah it's really good." Jungkook stops eating, putting his chopsticks down and covering his face. "Heh'ehhitchew.."He sneezes, then goes back to eating like nothing happened.

"Jungkook-ah, you're already getting sick." (I need to find medicine before he gets worse) When I get up to look for medicine, I only find medicine to help with pain, not colds.

"One sneeze doesn't mean I'm sick." Jungkook states. "I feel fine."

"You should take some medicine tonight anyway. Do you keep it somewhere other than the bathroom?"

"I don't have any." He shrugs. "I don't get sick very often."

"I'll go get you some then." When I go to leave he grabs your hand, making blood rise up my cheeks.

"No, I said I'm okay. The weather outside is awful. I don't want you to get sick because of me. At least wait until it stops raining." When he pleads with those big doe eyes, you relent, looking away shyly.

"Alright. Fine. I'll wait until morning at the latest." (He cares more about me than himself..)

"I've played in the rain plenty of times before.. don't worry. I don't get sick easily. I did a whole concert in the rain before." He tries to dissolve my worry by reassuring me that he was fine.

I don't believe him, but with how stubborn he is, it's best to just drop it for now, even though he lets out another sneeze. I'll just have to keep an eye on him.

When you wake up in the morning, you hear another sneeze coming from Jungkook's room.

"Kookie, are you awake?" You knock softly on his door but get no response. You crack the door slowly, seeing that Jungkook was passed out on bed lying on his stomach."Jungkook?"

Jungkook had always been hard to wake up, so it's no surprise he doesn't wake up. What bothers you is when he starts coughing, turning to his side so you can get a look at him. His face was flushed, and his nose turned bright red. He woke himself up with his coughing, looking at you with his sleepy eyes.

"Hm?" He blinks a few times to process where he was. "Ah, good morning.." He tries to cover his yawn with his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

He goes to respond, but a sneeze comes out instead, snot covering his hand he sneezes into. "I need a tissue.."

"It sounds like you caught a cold just as I thought." You get a tissue out for him, helping him clean up.

"You jinxed me." He says with a pout, sniffling.

"I did no such thing. You are the one who went out in the rain storm."

"It wasn't raining when I left." Jungkook counters.

"If you watched the weather you would've known it was going to rain all night."

When he goes to continue the debate, his body has other plans, a wet cough coming out. He presses his hand against his head, sucking in his breath. The sinus pressure was becoming too much for him to handle. "Ammi.. my head hurts.."

The argument on how he got sick was over. Now the only thing that mattered was helping him feel better. "I'll get you some painkillers for now, I still need to go to the store for cold medicine." Leaving the room quickly, you go to the kitchen to get some water and the bathroom for pain medicine, reading the bottle and taking two out. (It's also a fever reducer. I should get a thermometer while I'm out.)

"Heh..ah..tchew..!" Jungkook is heard sneezing again, letting out a soft whine from the pain another sneeze following soon after.

"Poor baby.." You cover your mouth remembering that he doesn't like being called baby, but he doesn't correct you this time.

"Thanks Ammi-yah..." He sits up, taking a drink of water then taking the pills, laying down again.

"I'll make you some tea, then I need to go to the store. Do you want anything while I'm out?" You ask him.

"Could you make me some ramen too?" Jungkook asks.

"You sure you can stomach ramen?"

"My stomach feels fine.. it's my head that..." He stops in mid sentence. "Heh'ehh..tchew!" He sneezes into his hand, then reaches for the box of tissues facing away from her to wipe the mucus.

"I'll get some more tissues while I'm out." You leave the room and enter the kitchen. (I think he's feeling worse than he's letting on. Hot ginger tea should help..) It doesn't take long to make the tea and noodles. Jungkook was sitting up when you return, coughing into his elbow.

"You okay, Gukkie?" You place the tray on his desk, rubbing his back to try to comfort him.

"Yeah, I'm okay.." He answers between coughs. It sounded like his sinuses were draining into his throat. He reaches for the tea cup I brought with me, taking a few sips.

"I'm going to go out. Call me if you need anything and I'll come right back okay?"

"Okay.. I'm sorry.. I probably ruined your weekend plans.." Jungkook sniffles.

"I actually was planning to spend the weekend hanging out with you. I know you don't want to be seen in public with me, but I brought my labtop so we could play games together.."

"We can still do that. I'll set up my computer to play." Jungkook takes a bite of the noodles. "It's been a while since we played together. It'll be fun."

"I'd like that, but first I need to get you some medicine. Try to get some sleep after you eat.

(This isn't good.. I could hardly stomach half of the bowl.. She was right.. maybe ramen wasn't a good idea..) Jungkook rubs his aching belly, laying on his side. He scrolls on YouTube, trying to get his mind off how poorly he felt, finding a try not to laugh BTS edition.

"Heh...ehhit..chew!" Jungkook whines after the sneeze, the sinus pressure making his head throb violently, turning off the video halfway through. He wanted to try to sleep off his headache, but when he tried to sleep, the sneezes wouldn't let him.

"I hope Ammi returns soon.." jungkook says to the empty room. Jungkook's wish came true, Ammi returning a few minutes later. She rings the buzzer to get in. Jungkook feels lightheaded when he stands, using the wall to help support him as he goes to the front door.

"Who is it?" Jungkook checks just to be sure, relaxing when he heard her voice respond.

"It's just me, Gukkie." Ammi responds, entering when he buzzes her in." (He looks like he's gotten worse since I left, and i wasn't even gone that long. He's dead on his feet..) "Let's get you back to bed. Here, let me help you." Ammi wraps her arm around his waist, walking with him back to the bed. (I can feel him shaking, and he's already sweating..)

"There we go, I'll get you some medicine so you can start feeling better. Okay?" Ammi goes in the bags she got from the store, pouring some medicine into the cup and giving it to him.

"Thanks, Ammi." He takes it like a shot and gives the cup back to her, making a face from the taste. She takes out the thermometer she bought, placing it under his tongue.

"You're running a fever Kookie, its not that high but I'm still concerned.." Ammi tells him. (No wonder he looks so pale..) "You should try to get some more rest."

"I can't sleep.. my nose is too stuffed up and I can't stop sneezing.." Jungkook says sounding irritated at himself.

"Did you try blowing your nose?"

Jungkook nods. "It hurts..and it just gets stuffed up again.." Frustration filled his voice.

"Poor Jungkook-ah.. I bought some nasal spray.. we can try that. Okay?" She digs into the bag to get it for him.

"Alr..r-a..a..chewu...!" Jungkook sneezes, then covers his face, eyes filling with tears.

"Are you crying baby?" Ammi sits next to him.

"No, I'm not.. it's just from my sinuses.." He replies with a sniffle, but Ammi didn't know if she believes him. He wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "Could you help me with it? Ah..my hands are a little shaky.." His voice comes out small.

"Of course." Ammi smiles, enjoying when his more bashful side shines through, reminding her of when they were in school together. Jungkook has to force himself not to sneeze when she sprays it into his nostrils, waiting until she's finished, a flurry of sneezes escaping after.

"Ow..." jungkook whines, pinching the bridge of his nose, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"I wish there was more I could do, but it just has to run its course.."

He lays back down, hiding his face with his arm."ah..Ammi...Could you..stay with me until I fall asleep..?" Jungkook's voice is hardly louder than a whisper.

"S-stay with you?" Ammi's face turns red, quickly facing away from him to hide it.

"It's okay if you don't want to.. I'm sorry."

"No. No, it's okay. I'd be happy to stay with you. The question just took me by surprise, that's all." Ammi quickly tells him. Jungkook moves near the edge of the bed, patting the bed so she could lay next to him. Ammi lays next to him on her back to look up at the ceiling.

Jungkook starts coughing again, cursing under his breath. "Ammi...?" He says hoarsely.

"What is it?" She answers, accidently meeting his gaze, blushing.

"Could..I..hold your hand...?"

Ammi reaches for his hand silently. Jungkook takes it, giving it a squeeze when another sneeze escapes him, covering his face with the blanket. "I'm sorry we didn't get to play games.." Jungkook sounds guilty.

"Don't be sorry.." Ammi rubs her thumb across his knuckles to try to comfort him.

"I shouldn't have played in the rain.. I ruined your visit.." Jungkook's voice quivered.

"Don't worry about that. I don't care about that. You'll make yourself feel worse. I'm just happy spending time with you. Even if that means taking care of you. Now try to get some sleep."

"Alright.." jungkook sniffles. "I'm still sorry though..'

"Then I forgive you.." Ammi humors him. "You'll have to make it up to me when you're feeling better."

Jungkook yawns. "I will.. I promise.."

Ammi continues to stroke her thumb across his knuckles, feeling his grip loosen as he starts to fall asleep.

"Ahh..mmi...?" Jungkook sounds mostly asleep, the name coming out soft and slow.

"Yes, Kookie?"

"I love..." His voice drifts off into a soft snore.

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