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hotpinkstars · 2 months

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i need some wriothesley pregnancy drabbles there's seriously not enough of those yet...

-> pregnancy

synopsis -> a rundown of your pregnancy with wriothesleys baby, and how supportive he is.

warnings -> pregnancy, mentions of crying and screaming, mentions of labor

w/c -> 968

wriothesley didn’t really remember the day you constantly started asking for hugs and cuddles. and the day he realized that cuddling you in the ways easiest to him are no longer an option. and, the day he knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself without his help.

yes, you’re pregnant, but sometimes he wonders if you even understand that he’s the one working here! and because he’s working, he can’t give you what you want 24/7. you do understand that though, but you just can’t help it! your hormones have changed so much over the past few months that now you feel like a needy wreck who constantly needs her husband to be touching her in some way.

and on the other end, you feel like wriothesley doesn’t understand why you’re so needy. obviously, you can tell him why, but he won’t be able to relate. he’s a man, he can’t carry a child. and sometimes, you get mad at him for that, and so on.

but on the frequent occasions that he puts his work down for even just a few minutes to focus his attention onto you, you’re content. and he’s happy if you are.

whether it’s a long hug, snuggling into his side and resting your eyes on the couch, or cuddling him in bed, he’ll be up for it if he’s not necessarily doing anything. he doesn’t mind putting his work down for you, but it’s not possible to leave rather important matters alone just so he can satisfy his pregnant wife.

he knows you’re no longer able to get good sleep at night- he’s up with you through the majority of it. so, he just tries to cuddle you to at least make you feel a little better, considering he knows how much you want to just lay down, forget about the world around you, and breathe in his refreshing scent. it’s one of the only smells you can stand at this point.

and, he mostly welcomes you when you come over to his side of the desk, and try your hardest to sit yourself on the edge of it. to say you normally get whatever you want whenever you want it is an understatement.

when it was earlier on in your pregnancy, your clinginess seemed a lot easier to manage, he thinks. he’d just sit you down on his lap and rub your back. but later on, he can’t do that, making your neediness a little more challenging to relieve. he knows he’s going to have to take that work leave soon.

but, don’t fret, he’s fantastic at massages. whether it’s in the bathtub, before bed, or even in the middle of the night, where you wake him up with a pool of tears in your eyes. his back and neck massages are great, but his calf and foot massages are to die for.

once, you woke him up at around 2 in the morning. at that point, you could be considered heavily pregnant, nearing that 40 week mark, and in obvious discomfort on the daily. you woke up with a charley horse, and had no way of ridding the pain by yourself.

he’s used to you waking him up like this, so without opening his eyes, he rolled over and started massaging the soreness out of your leg. it felt absolutely heavenly, and lulled you into a shallow sleep. for now, at least, until you need to get up and use the restroom for the 80th time that night.

poor guy will be so nervous when he comes home from work and finds you bent over the counter, breathing in and out while swaying your hips back and forth. he knew it was labor, he knew he’d have to bring you to sigewinne so she can either send you up to the overworld or deliver your baby herself, and he knew that you two were going to be parents in the next few days.

he prays your labor is the most peaceful it can be, but he soon found that there is no such thing as an epidural in the medicinal part of the fortress. it was the closest place he could take you, and relatively one of the nicest. the whole medical wing besides the simple cots sigewinne has in her room was likely the nicest part of the fortress (besides your living quarters), with a nice, clean look and the pearly white floors and walls, and could be compared to a regular hospital.

and get this, the maternity wing was the nicest wing of the whole entire building. most people didn’t know about this secret hospital in the deepest parts of the fortress, where its mainly used for prisoners who came in pregnant and their sentence will end after their due date and surgical procedures by nurses hired on by sigewinne with the approval of wriothesley.

you were so glad that you two were immediately given the nicest room and the best nurses, who helped you as best as possible while you went through unmedicated labor. it was a grueling process, tears leaving even wriothesleys eyes every single time you screeched in pain while a particularly bad contraction hit your body like a semi truck. and considering how long it went on, your husband thought he’d pass out.

after a horrifying 34 hour labor, you were with your baby at last. at this point your legs were numb and you felt exhausted, taking a nice nap while your wriothesley held your newborn.

that day was one of the only times you’ve seen him cry in your whole life, and you wonder if he’s ready for your upcoming pregnancy announcement, nearly 3 years after the last one.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #cw pregnancy

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ssplague · 2 months

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Benighted Beloved

Prologue

Dragon King Bakugou x Reader

Haven’t decided on the title yet, didn’t want to take even more time to get this out.

Warnings ⚠️ BRIEF Mentions of attempted assault, sex trafficking, & murder.

As the last of the moon’s ethereal, silver light disappears from the skies, a harsh wind begins to blow. This kingdom’s inhabitants are hidden away within the confines of their homes. The silence is daunting as the wind begins to howl through the previously bustling capital streets.

Within the dimly lit castle a woman stares through the her window before shutting the drapes tight.

The atmosphere within the fortress is riddled with tension; Murmurings of prayers can be heard from various servants pausing their duties as they move about. Her bosom heaves rapidly from panting breaths, she fights in vain. Stubborn to prevent the vision attempting to shine through, ignoring the now blurry edges of her eye sight. Ebony hair is sticking to her sweaty face, she’s only standing on shaky legs from leaning against the edge of her vanity table.The door of her bedroom swings open and immediately slams shut. A man has come to see her, he’s briskly crossing the room, before coming to a stop at her side.

“What ails you?” The tired man asks, helping the woman stand upright by allowing her to hold his arm. Continuing to assist, despite her uncoordinated shuffling to sit on her bed. “If you are to be given a prophetic message, why fight it? Her majesty wishes to know what you have seen”. The woman wraps her arms around her middle, sharp nails nicking at her flesh as she draws in a shaking breath, “This night is tainted by darkness, the goddess is unable to grant us her full protection while her light is repressed…if my body will hold out until the darkness recedes, perhaps tragedy will be prevented from falling upon our kingdom once again”. Light from the single lit candle casted half of her face in shadow. The oracle was ashen faced, her black bangs plastered against her forehead, droplets of sweat leaked down her face onto the floor as she rested her elbows on her knees, shaking hands massage her temples.

“You cannot alter fate Midnight, you are destroying yourself all for the sake of delaying a message you were chosen to deliver” Aizawa says with a heavy sigh, rubbing at his eyes “I know you continue to blame yourself for the death of King Masaru but even the queen herself told you that you were not at fault, you relayed the message, and it was something that simply couldnt be remedied..”.

A shuddering breath racks the oracle’s body and she begins falling forward, only for the exhausted man to catch her,

“Stop this! You are going to die!”.

Midnight knew she was on deaths door, her body would give out soon, unless she relents…

Once again the bedroom door opens silently, the snap of it shutting alerts the two occupants of a new comer entering the room.

“Do it for the sake of the child, if you wish to atone for the death of its father then guide it as it grows, inform the future leader on how to avoid whatever negativity may come beforehand, so that it can be properly dealt with” the stern but soft voice of Jeanist seems to have been able to break through the oracle’s stubbornness.

“Normally only one of you would need to be the scribe for this session…but I would prefer it if there were two perspectives on whatever I report, considering the situation…” requests Midnight as Aizawa allows Jeanist to help the frail woman sit up. Making one more request as the blonde man fluffs and rearranges the pillows behind her:

“Please light the ceremonial pouperie and hand me both selenite and tourmaline towers”.

At the beginning of her life Midnight had been gifted with the ability to predict small things such as who would win a foot race or what she would receive for her birthday. As a teen her visions changed into predicting who would find love and eventually how relationships would end. Life was not always kind to her, and once she reached her late teens she had been enslaved and forced into prostitution.

Luck had been on her side as an adult; One night as the ebony haired beauty made her way through town. She had come across a drunken man attempting to asssault a young woman. Her amethyst eyes catch the glint of an intact bottle neck laying discarded on the alleyway’s grime crusted cobblestones. Those muffled cries of the female being violated brought her back to when she herself had first been enslaved. Slinking up through the shadows in silence, the angry woman would later on be compared to a panther as she came flying out of the darkness. The brute didnt have a chance to fight back as loose shards of glass were shoved into his eyes, the jagged spikes of the bottle were repeatedly slashed and thrusted into his neck, face, and chest until the pig was unrecognizable.

The woman she had saved turned out to be the daughter of a duke, visiting from a completely different kingdom. “Please accompany me for my journey home, your bravery will bring you great favor with my family, im offering you a new life, a fresh start”. Once the dutches and duke had learned about the gift of sight their daughter’s savior possessed, it was only a matter of time before Midnight was called to advise the current king and queen of her new home.

The darker haired man uses the candle to light to light the bundle of herbs, the scents of sage, lavender, and jasmine fill the room quickly.

Both polished stone towers are pressed into her shaking hands, Each man stood at the oracle’s bed side with quills poised and ready. Only then does the ritual begin;

She always hated lowering the walls of protection that had been built around her psyche. It made her feel as though she were stripped naked, vunerable, about to have her dignity snatched away, and soul crushed. Of course those feeling were always what prelude a tainted and unfortunate vision. Her eyes buldge in their sockets as they widen, her plump lips fall open and an amplified emotionless version of her voice spews out the sacred information from her gaping maw.

In this realm,

a blessing descends,

a child of fate,

Whose power immense,

destined to determine

earth’s fate

Born beneath the moon's shadow,

a tale quite bizarre,

A beast hides within,

a spirit touched by mar.

Not at the outset,

but time's relentless flow,

Unveils a name in

history's annals to grow.

Victories numerous,

A heart encased in sin

With a chance encounter,

love's dance shall begin.

Strings of fate weave

a love, pure and oh so divine,

The dragon king seeking

a mate with whom his

Soul shall intertwine.

This love is true,

by impurity shunned,

Great Darkness out shone

by Celestial radiance

Who’s light could

Outshine the sun

Blessings abound

if the moon's grace prevails,

However her failure

unveils hate

as darkness assails.

The Earth shall quake in fright

silence descends in despair,

The dragon king ruthless,

his mate to ensnare.

Land soaked in blood,

tainted with gore

at that moment

T’will be decided

peace within this kingdom

will become a distant lore

Decay befalls living souls,

cursed evermore.

Oh how can one’s feelings

spin a tale so profound?

For only true love shall

Determine whether darkness

Or light shall abound?

In a wing located on the complete opposite side of the castle, a feminine shriek is permeated by the sharp wails of an infant.

“It’s a boy your majesty!” Exclaims a mid-wife who held the freshly delivered baby.

She is quick to clean off the continuously shrieking child, immediately swaddling him in a soft blanket. Queen Mitsuki held out her trembling hands to receive the bundle of joy. “He’s beautiful my lady, I’m sure the king is looking down from heaven with pride” stated one of the other servants as she took away the soiled linens. “Yes he is…my beautiful little boy…my precious Katsuki” the queen whispered, kissing the boy’s head. His tiny whisps of blonde hair tickled her face as she holds him close. A little fist slips out from the blankets, waving about as his wails grow louder. Another servant enters the room, her arms laden with fresh blankets and sheets, “The moonlight has returned!” She happily reports, setting down the bedding and drawing back the curtains some.

Soon as those first rays of the shining silver light landed on the baby, his shrieks cease instantly. Finally opening his small crimson eyes to stare up at his mother, a goofy smile appearing and soft cooing replaced his cries. Everyone in the castle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the dreaded eclipse had come to an end.

“My Katsuki, you’re going to grow into a strong, dependable man, eventually you’ll become the greatest king the world has ever seen…isn’t that right Masaru?” Mitsuki snuggled the baby, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wasn’t able to see the man standing beside the two of them, but Katsuki could. The spirit of his father placed its hand on his little head, and the baby began to giggle happily. “I cant do much in this form, but I’ll do whatever I can to help you make the right choice when the time comes…take care of your mother for me…I love you both so much”.

A/N: We’re starting a NEW series!

What did you think? Pay attention to that prophecy, any ideas on what it’s talking about?

#katsuki bakugou #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #dragon king bakugou #mha fantasy au #mha fanfiction

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the-kr8tor · 5 months

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Hi! I love your TTN series so much.

I was wondering if you could write a bit more about them, like, reader meets Gwen or Miles (because Hobie already knows them) and maybe reader helps them with their suits or helps them by making something for them. It's okay if you decline this, I didn't know if this counted as a normal request or fluffy friday request, sorry. I really admire your writing, you're really talented.

Take care, you're amazing 🤍

Thank you, lovely! You're too kind 💛 hope u like this one!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention. TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader. FLUFF

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“Oh those are so based, dude!” Gwen exclaims from the floor, her sentence a bit muffled by the chips she's currently munching.

You look up from Miles’ suit that you're currently mending, the spandex slippery to touch. Sitting on the settee with Hobie sitting in-between your legs, you lock eyes with him who's equally confused as you. His head on your lap, eyebrow cocked up in question.

The four of them are sitting in a circle, snacks and sugary sweet drinks in hand. Miles lounges on the foot of the sofa, wearing an outfit you've designed once upon a time in college. You wouldn't let him wear Hobie's clothes, because, well, he looked like he was being eaten by just his shirt, his pants pooling on the floor. After almost tripping and landing smack on his face, you insisted on giving him a Y/N exclusive outfit. A one of one design.

You mentally take note to design clothes for the three of them that perfectly encapsulates their tastes.

Pavitr— who definitely didn't express how jealous he was of Miles’ new outfit, is sitting beside Hobie who is currently taping an ice pack to Pav's head with duct tape (that will definitely have consequences). He got annoyed that the ice pack kept slipping from his friend’s head, landing on his crisps, smooshing its contents.

“Ah, Gwen? What does ‘based’ even mean?” you ask, closing up the last seam.

All three teenagers look at you, then the other two stares at Gwen, waiting and snickering. Hobie leans against you, hand absentmindedly curled around your ankle.

“I keep forgetting you're from the 90s” Gwen cleans her hands with a napkin. “It means, uh, to carry yourself with swagger, yeah! I think…”

Miles and Pavitr guffaw loudly, Miles' soda spilling over the can. The houseboat shakes a bit on the water. You murmur out a ‘swagger?’ still scratching your head for an answer to your previous question.

“Oi! You're spilling everywhere!” Hobie throws a chip at Miles. It hits him on the forehead, leaving sour cream dust on his skin.

“Ack!” Miles mumbles while wiping his forehead. “You used to be cool, man”

“It's our house. I'd like to see you be cool when somebody spills sticky crap on your hardwood floors”

Our house. Even after all these years, Hobie still finds a way to make your heart sing.

You lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on his temple. Fingers kneading the muscles on his shoulder. “It's alright, Hobs. Miles didn't mean it, right Miles?” Hobie visibly relaxes, body melding close to yours.

The spider kids share a knowing look, triple smirks on their lips. Hobie doesn't notice, too busy getting lost in your eyes. You look at him like he's the stars in the sky.

Pavitr sighs, hand on his chin, mumbling about missing someone.

“Yeah, Hobs, I didn't mean it” Miles chuckles throughout the sentence, almost unintelligible with his laughter. Gwen scrunches her nose at her friend.

Meanwhile, you and Hobie are inside your own little bubble. The bubble bursts when the door to the houseboat bursts open with Ned heaving, clutching a stack of papers.

“Hobie! I figured it out—” he stops in his tracks, everyone looks at him, you stop with your barrage of massages. Pavitr pauses mid bite. Ned stares at the room, eyes swimming with questions.

“Who are these children?”

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sheeple · 3 months

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Miracles don't exist | 37: Heartbroken and vengeful

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Nothing really [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

You crawl on your hands and feet out of the lake, spluttering and coughing up some of the nasty lake water. You wipe your face in an effort to get rid of the lake bits while you find your footing.

You cast a drying spell on your clothes as the Golden Trio pulls clean clothes out of Hermione's beaded handbag and discuss the visions Harry saw and what their next step is.

Suddenly, the trio turns to you and you halt like a deer caught in headlights. Your eyes flicker from Harry to Hermione to Ron and back. "Sorry?"

"The next Horcrux is in Hogwarts."

You shake your head. "Snape's headmaster now. There is no way you can just waltz right in. And my cover is blown so I'm not much help either with sneaking you in."

Harry turns to Ron as he tugs down his shirt. "Uhm... well, we'll go to Hogsmeade, to Honeydukes. Take the secret passage in the cellar."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? The Dark Lord knows you're destroying Horcruxes. He knows which ones you've already managed to get rid of. Don't you think he has sent a horde of Death Eaters to police the streets?"

A chill runs down your spine as your head twitches to the side. Pain flashes through your neck and you bite down a groan, your hand shoots up to massage the sore spot. Hermione frowns as she watches you intently but chooses to stay silent.

By the looks of it, the trio has decided to go to Hogsmeade. You sigh. "I'll... I'll go to Sirius, alert the Order that you're on your way to Hogwarts."

Hermione jumps forward and engulfs you in a hug. You give her a small smile as you don't know if they survive this. With one last nod to the boys, you turn around and disapparate.

You stumble into the foyer of Grimmault Place, finding your footing as you catch yourself against the stair railing.

"Sirius?", you call out, pocketing your wand.

There's some noise coming from upstairs and when you look up, you see Sirius hanging over the railing. Once he recognises that it is you, he races down the stairs and halts just before you. His eyes rake over your face with a sorrowful look. He lays a hand on your cheek before engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug.

"Never EVER let me think you've died! You gave all of us quite the scare." He cups your face with tears in his eyes.

You sniff with a watery smile on your face. "Sorry, I'll try not to be dragged down the Malfoy cellar the next time."

The long-haired man before you gives you a look as he drags you into the kitchen. "First of all, you need a good meal. You look as thin as a sheet. Secondly, you gave me quite the scare young lady when Theodore ended up on my doorstep. Alone."

Casting your eyes down guiltily, you tug at the hem of one of your sleeves. "I've... I've heard he's out on a mission for the Order. In Europe."

Sirius' face softens. He takes your hands in his, making you look at him. "What you did was brave. I know how my cousin is and I wouldn't put it past her to murder him if he were there. To hurt you."

You do your best not to cry. You've cried way too much lately and you want to save your tears for when you really need it.

"How's Teddy?" Your voice sounds small.

"He... he believed You-Know-Who killed you. Begged Shacklebolt for a mission. To keep his mind busy, he said. But everybody knew he was heartbroken and vengeful."

Chewing slowly on your bottom lip, your eyes downcast. Does Teddy really think you are dead? The thought makes you sad. And sick. You lick your lips and take a step away from Sirius. "I need him to know I'm alive."

But Sirius shakes his head. "Shaklebolt has given us a strict no-contact order with Theodore. The Order is crumbling down anyways."

"So Shacklebolt sent Teddy on a suicide mission? You mean to tell me that my husband is out there somewhere and we can't contact him? Fuck that! Harry, Hermione, and Ron are on their way towards Hogwarts and they need every help they can get!"

You grab your wand and conjure your Patronus. "Find Teddy and tell him I'm safe and to come home", you say to the Hippogriff. The slivery creature bows its head before spreading its wings and flying away.

Sirius looks at you with his mouth agape. You raise your brows at him, a silent dare for him to question your actions.

"We have to collect what is left of the Order and send them to Hogwarts", you pocket your wand and run a hand over your hair, "The war ends today."

You stand next to Sirius as the Order makes its dramatic entrance into the Great Hall. Snape brandishes his wand but the students all dive away once McGonagall stands in front of Harry. She is the first to attack.

But the weird thing... Snape doesn't attack. He only casts defensive spells and lets the spells bounce off to the two Death Eaters behind him, rendering them unconscious.

A cheer echos through the Great Hall as Snape flees out of a window. But the cheerful mood is soon dampened by screams from every corner of the Great Hall.

"I know that many of you will want to fight", comes the whispering voice of the Dark Lord, and your head twitches involuntarily. "Some of you may even think that to fight is wise. But this is folly."

You make eye contact with Sirius to make sure you're not the only one who's hearing this.

"Give me Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have one hour."

A student from Slytherin steps forward and points at Harry. Of course, it's Pansy. "What are you waiting for? Someone grab him!"

You pull your wand out of your coat and point it at the girl. "Shut your bitch ass mouth, Parkinson."

Professor McGonagall looks quite shocked at your foul mouth, and so does Pansy. Gaping like a fish on dry land.

With a deep huff, you march toward the professor. "If I may, Professor. A fight is coming and I don't think it's fair to have to fight one's parents. And it's not safe for the younger ones. Wouldn't it be wise to let the Slytherins and junior years take shelter in the dungeons?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes travel over the student body and she nods. "You are right, Miss...", she trails off, unsure what to call you.

"Nott."

"Right. Mrs Nott is right. Mr Filch, if you would, I would like you to escort the Slytherin's and junior years to the Slytherin common room."

Mr Flitch reluctantly agrees and leads the students towards the dungeons.

You quickly grab Blaise's sleeve and stop him and Lorenzo. "Please stay stationed at the door. Keep the kids safe." Both boys nod and Blaise gives your shoulder a squeeze. Good luck it says silently.

"I presume you have a reason for returning, Potter", says McGonagall when Harry approaches the two of you. "What is it that you need?"

"Time, Professor. As much as you can get me."

The professor nods. "Do what you have to do. I'll secure the castle."

Harry gives you a look and you follow after him.

"Potter", McGonagall's words stop the two of you, "It's good to see you."

"Good to see you too, Professor. Hold the fort, Neville." And with that, he's off.

You pass by Sirius. "I'm going to help Harry. Promise me to keep yourself safe. Please keep an eye out for Teddy."

Sirius nods and gives you a tight hug. "Of course."

The castle is in chaos as students run from here to there. It's mostly last years helping the youngest children find their way to the dungeons and others readying for battle.

"Harry. Hermione and I have been thinking. It doesn't matter if we find a Horcrux."

"What do you mean?", asks Harry confused.

Hermione glances at you. "Unless we can destroy it."

"So, we were thinking..."

"Ron was thinking. It was Ron's idea. It's brilliant."

Oh, dear Salazar... you don't have time for this lovey-dovey stuff. And by the looks of it, neither does Harry.

"You destroyed Tom Riddle's diary with a basilisk fang, right? Me and Hermione know where we might find one."

An imaginary light bulb goes off above Harry. "Okay. Okay, but take this. That way you can find us when you get back." Harry presses some parchment in their hands before giving your arm a slight nudge, motioning you to hurry up the stairs after him.

"Where are you going?", you ask, rushing after him.

"Ravenclaw common room. We have to start somewhere! For the search for the diadem"

"So, the lost diadem of Ravenclaw is the next Horcrux? If I were the Dark Lord I would hide it somewhere in the castle where lost things are. You know, the lost diadem, it's in the name." You raise one eyebrow as you also wave a hand around, stating the obvious.

Harry gives you a surprised look. You cock your head to the side. Hasn't he really not thought about it?

"Okay. So... The Room of Requirement it is."

While climbing to the seventh floor, a sharp pain shoots through your head and you brace yourself against a wall. "They've done it", you whisper, looking at Harry. Harry shares the same look. He felt it too. "We have to hurry."

A loud explosion is heard in the distance before Death Eaters start flying around. You dodge a spell before sending it on to a passing-by smoke cloud. It hits Bullseye and the Death Eater lays petrified on the ground.

Finally, you and Harry reach the empty wall that houses the Room of Requirement. It's early quiet inside. Even the broken record has stopped playing.

"You take left, I take right. When we find something, we call out."

Harry nods in agreement and splits up from you. Your eyes scan frantically around. Between the stacks of old furniture and useless nicknacks, there is no sign of the diadem. But there is a faint high-pitched ringing. Somewhere in the distance.

You follow after the sound and when whispers prickle the back of your neck, you know you're close. Harry also seemed to pick up the ringing, as both of you end up at the same table.

Harry removes some ropes from the top of a wooden box. You chew on the inside of your cheek as he reaches out and slowly flips open the lid.

"Merlin's saggy balls, we found it", you whisper in amazement.

The blue jewel in the middle shines brightly. Almost too brightly for how dim the room is. Harry touches it, admiringly.

"Well, well. What brings you here, Potter?"

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piscispd · 2 years

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— 𝙎𝙊𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀.

req<3 — Hey! Can you write something for svt ot13 with their reaction you arriving late at home after work and they being worried about you. How would they reaction with this?

warnings/tags: overworked gn!reader, mentions of passing out in dino's, food for mingyu's. overall fluff and a little angst.

Seungcheol is waiting impatiently outside of your house, phone in his hand with your number dialed on display and foot slamming repeatedly against the floor. You said you'd be late tonight, sure, but he's still your boyfriend– a loving worry head who's concerned about you. So when he finally sees you turning the corner of your street, he jogs to you, whining and pouting already about nothing in particular, he just really missed you. It makes you smile, but now that he's next to you he can see from up close just how tired you really are, and he's having none of that. Seungcheol picks you up piggyback style (he's a strong man, don't you dare doubt his strength or he'll get more pouty) and lets you vent on his ear all the way back home, squeezing your thigh from time to time to let you know he's listening.

Jeonghan only takes a look at you to see how tired you are and to know what to do. You can't escape this man, he knows your moods and is actually disappointed in himself as your boyfriend for not noticing earlier. He knows you better than anyone in the world, he takes pride in it too, and he knows what you need now is cuddles and sweet nothings to your ears, so he gives you just that. A long welcoming hug, a few kisses peppered on your face, compliments coming from his heart whispered to your ear. If you want to talk shit about your coworkers, he will too. If you don't blame them, but yourself, he'll listen. It's in those silent conversations where you look at him and he just knows what you're all about. Jeonghan loves you, and the thought of you not taking care of yourself properly hurts him, but he's more than glad to be taking care of you for a change. He's a little selfish like that.

Joshua is starting to get worried, waiting impatiently on your couch. He's biting his nails, threading his fingers through his hair, and texting you non stop. When the clock hits midnight and you finally walk in, looking exhausted and worn out, he releases a long sigh. He puts a soft smile on his face as he teases you about living with Cinderella, getting up and leading you to the bathroom where he sits you in the counter as he prepares a bath for you. He washes your hair, massages your shoulders and kisses your neck– it's your choice to stay quiet or vent to him, he doesn't mind either. He stays sweet during the night and takes care of your skincare before turning the lights off and cuddling you on your bed, he'll save scolding you for scaring him tomorrow.

Jun is fretting, absolutely worried sick. He's so very attentive to you, and he doesn't like it when you're tired or feeling anything other than happy and content. Probably calls you a few times and if you don't answer him, he hurriedly takes his jacket and goes out to pick you up from work– only to open the front door and find you behind it, looking meekly and a bit shocked to see him there. He immediately hugs you close to him and brings you inside, "there you are!", he starts. "I was going insane, why didn’t you–" only to stop after he gets a real look at you and your deflated, slow state. Jun cuddles you against his chest and sways you side to side, "It's tiring, right? But you're home now. C'mon, let's freshen up. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Hoshi straight up goes to your work building to keep you company. Once your call rings twice he's not wasting anymore time. You're so late you're the only employee on your side of the office, and soon enough, you both are the only people there. He talks with you, jokes, gets clingy with you and keeps himself and you entertained throughout the night. "You're too pretty to be working all night like this." He makes it so much easier for you, and you feel like you can finally breathe when you both step outside. "You work so hard, baby, I'm so proud of you," he kisses your cheeks. "But you have to make sure you rest just as hard, alright? I love you."

Wonwoo just holds you tight against his chest as soon as he sees you, his mind and heart easing at the sight of you. Yes, your hair is all over the place and your makeup is a mess, but your puffy, sleepy eyes are so so cute he kinda feels guilty it makes his heart skip a beat. He stays silent the whole time, letting you recharge yourself in his arms until you let him go to take a shower. Wonwoo orders take out and cuddles you in the couch, caging you in his arms, and listens to you talking about your day and saying you feel safer now that you're with him– it makes him blush. Now he has the overwhelming urge to kiss you and goes to do just that until he realizes– you're fast asleep on his chest.

Woozi is calm and collected right until you come through the door. He has overworked himself in the past, and he's a given workaholic too, so he understands if you feel the need to get better and stay later for work, but as soon as he sees the bags under your eyes and your fake cheerful smile he's shutting that down very quick. He's calling in sick at your job for you the next day, but for tonight, he lets himself be soft for you. You needed this. You're not leaving his arms and his bed until you're fully rested, he'll make sure of that.

Seokmin is filled with guilt. You’re late and not answering the phone and logically, it must have died from low battery, but he's overthinking, coming to the conclusion that he shall never again take you for granted ever again. He reminisces how you brought him cookies when he overworked himself, and how you stayed awake at ungodly hours waiting for him to come home from practice. He wanted to be that person to you too, even if his heart feels too weak for that. When you finally come through that door, you will be faced with him desperately hugging you. "I was worried about you!" and "Please don't do that again. I'll buy you an extra charger." It makes you smile, tiredly resting your weight on him and letting him coddle you a bit. After a while, once you're already in bed, you confess you feel much better now that you're with him, and it makes Seokmin smile brighter than the sun.

Mingyu is cooking when you arrive. It's late, way past midnight and a meal is probably the last thing you want right now– but not everything you want is what you need, and you'll be lying if you said the sight of him in your kitchen didn't do things to your stomach– both from butterflies and hunger. He doesn’t greet you when you come in and even from a distance his shoulders are a little stiff, but you still tell him hi and go to the couch to take off your jacket, only to fall dead asleep as soon as you sit. He watches you with a frown because he's concerned, he was always concerned whenever you came home late but seeing how tired you really are actually makes his throat close tight. He wants to scold you, he wants to tell you to rely on him more and to answer his calls and not worry him like that again, but right now, this isn’t about him. So he bites his tongue and lets you sleep, taking longer than usual to finish the meal. He lets you nap until it's done, and he goes over to the couch where you're laying with a soft sigh. "You’ve always been there for me, haven’t you," he places a warm hand on your forehead, hesitating to wake you up when you look so peaceful. "Now it's my turn."

Minghao has a scolding sitting on his tongue just waiting for you to show up. He's sitting silently on your couch, watching the hours tick by, only raising his anxiety. He grows impatient, just waiting to nag at you right until he sees you walk in. His eyes soften around the corners and his heart aches seeing you tired and groggy, and he lets out a sigh as he resigns to talk the next morning. For now, he guides you to the bathroom to help you get ready for bed, tenderly helping you out of your clothes. Minghao looks at you asleep in your bed the second you lay on it with a fond, yet exasperated look on his face. He waits until you're deep asleep to take your makeup off completely, as you were too tired to do it properly.

Seungkwan knows you're devoted. But you're overworked and he worries about you. Sometimes you're all he thinks about– have you eaten today? Did you take the vitamins he left inside your purse? Did you sleep well? He looks down to his hands as his knees move anxiously up and down where he's sitting, reminiscing your loving touch on his fingers, his soft palm, whispering how much you like his hands. The hands that love you. Once you finally step into your house you feel his arms hugging you tighly and a millions complains dropping from his mouth. "You need to rest, baby, I'm begging you. This isn't healthy", he tells you softly, almost like a whisper, yet sternly– don't try to fight him on this. So you heave out a long sigh, feeling the heaviness of your shoulders melt under his care. "I'll take a break if you hug me to sleep." Say no more, he's ready in five minutes to spend the whole night with you in his arms, recharging you.

“Wow, long day, huh?” is the first thing Vernon says after he walks in later than you that day, and all he gets is three seconds of peace before you hug him tightly, practically squeezing him towards you. He smiles, rubbing his hand comfortably up and down your spine. At some point he sways you both side to side, gently humming a wordless song. "You know I'm here to listen if you need to– even if you don't need to," he says after what feels like forever, kissing the top of your head. "Let's go get some rest, alright?"

Dino is lowkey panicking. Your vision went blurry around the corners as you stepped into your house, your already concerned boyfriend rushing to catch you right before you hit the floor. He's in shock when he realizes just how badly overworked he let you become— he knows it’s not his fault and he's not the center of your universe, but he feels a responsibility as your boyfriend that he thinks he just betrayed, seeing you in such a state. You wake up near noon the next day to him cuddling you against his chest, and while you enjoy the warmth, your mind immediately goes to your work and your boss– because you were definitely late and it's definitely not your day off today and– "I already told them you weren't going to make it today," Chan breaks the silence, almost reading your thoughts. You relax against him, and feel his stomach rise with sigh. "You had me really worried last night, baby," he kisses the back of your head, hugging you impossibly closer to him, and you feel tears prickling at the back of your lids at how comfortable you feel right now, maybe for the first time this week. "How about I make you a warm meal, and then you can talk to me, alright?"

#seventeen x you #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt x reader #i love them a healthy amount #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen drabbles

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brave-and-gentle · 23 days

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Girl dad!Jean Kirstein - Happy Birthday Edition

In celebration of our man's birthday!

Pairings: Jean x afab! reader

Summary: Modern AU - You find out that you and Jean are unexpectedly going to be parents, and the baby is due on Jean's birthday.

Warnings: None, this is a continuation of super wholesome girl dad Jean

EB's Notes: I wish I could've fully fleshed this out, but alas, I'm working on two fics so a bulleted list is the best I can give rn <3 also I don't know what it's like to be pregnant or give birth so?? I did my best?? Plz enjoy and celebrate our Jean boy!

It's September when you find out that you're pregnant. One missed period isn't a big deal, but two? That plus how your stomach swirls every morning. You can't keep anything down until mid-afternoon. You silently blame the Fourth of July rager Eren threw every year. You and Jean had never been the patriotic type, but you two enjoyed the party (maybe a little too much thanks to Connie handing you drinks all night) and got a little careless after the night's festivities.

One night when Jean comes home from work, you decide to tell him. “Um, Jean?” Lacking words, you hold out the pregnancy test. Your hands shake. You had talked about having kids together, but it was always some distant future, certainly not now. He takes the stick and stares at it for what seems like forever. You wonder if you have to explain to him that it's a pregnancy test – is he really that dense? But then he looks up, hazel eyes glowing in the sunset streaking through the windows, and wraps you in his arms. “It's going to be okay, no matter what we do,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. “I know it's not great timing and I'm not sure I'll ever really feel ready,” you begin, voice trembling, “but I think I want this. A baby. With you.” Jean leans down to press his forehead to yours. “Then I think we're going to have an adventure,” he grins.

Jean is overjoyed when you two find out that the baby is due in early April. “Do you think they'll be born on my birthday?” He asks, excitement rippling through his six-foot-two frame as he stares at the sonogram. You roll your eyes. “I didn't realize you could tolerate sharing a birthday with anyone.” Jean made a big deal about his birthday every year – mostly because he wanted to see what you would come up with for him. “Anything for our little one,” he affirms and caresses your slight bump.

Jean is the perfect partner to have a baby with – almost too perfect. It's almost irritating how much he dotes on you, but you remind yourself that he's doting on the baby too - “Baby K” or “little one,” he calls them interchangeably. He supplies you with all kinds of ginger snacks for morning sickness, researches all the baby stuff you'll need, asks a million questions at every appointment, gives you a massage every night, and takes over the majority of the household chores. Connie and Sasha tease that they never see him anymore because he's “whipped for two.”

You start to feel contractions on the evening of April 6th. Frantic, Jean calls the doctor, who says to wait until they're closer together. Neither of you fall asleep that night – you simply lie in bed, counting the minutes between contractions together. In the wee hours of April 7th, you decide it's time. Jean carries you to the car, packs the hospital bag, and hyperventilates all the way there. “For god's sake Jean, we're not even there yet!”

For all his hyperventilating in the car, Jean manages to calm down once your contractions and labor pains ramp up. It's pain unlike anything you've ever experienced – like someone is twisting all your organs together and rearranging them. All modesty is out the window. With so much sweat sliding down your body, you throw off the hospital gown and are stark naked in front of Jean and the nurses. Jean holds you hand the entire time and rubs your sweat-slicked back as you contort yourself into any position that will get the baby out as fast as possible. “C'mon baby, you're doing great! Almost there, almost there!” He encourages with confidence, but his face is as pale as the hospital bed sheets. You know Jean well enough to know that on the inside, he's border line having a panic attack.

You let out one final scream, one final push, and ear-piercing cries fill the room. “You have a baby girl!” The nurse announces and places your daughter on your chest. She's covered in all kinds of fluid and is screaming so loud your ears ache, but you don't care. You cradle her in awe that she's this little combination of you and Jean that will someday grow into her own. Jean pulls closer and wraps his arm around you and places his hand on your daughter's back. His entire hand is almost bigger than her. “She's so small,” he whispers. His earthy hazel eyes begin misting.

When Jean holds his daughter for the first time, his misty eyes give way to a rainstorm. “I can't believe we have a daughter – we made an entire human,” he blubbers and snuggles her close. “Don't forget who did most of the work,” you groan and roll over on your side to watch the two loves of your life. Jean lowers your daughter from his chest to gaze down at her. His eyes light up. “Hey babe, look, I think she's got my face!” You laugh because sure enough, she does have a longer face than most babies you've seen.

When the nurse takes your daughter to get cleaned up, Jean nibbles your ear. Heat flushes your face. “So when do you think we can -” You bat him away. “Don't even think about, Kirstein.” “C'mon babe, I'm starved!” He pleads. “NO. You don't even want to see my pussy right now, it's wrecked.” Jean crosses his arms. “I'll have you know that I saw everything, probably more than you did, and I still want your pussy. But alright alright, maybe in a month or so. Maybe we could make another one. . .” He trails off and grins. You widen your eyes. “If she's got your attitude? We stop with her,” you counter. “But,” Jean says, “if she's like you? We should have three more.” You groan and throw a pillow at him.

A few hours later, Connie, Sasha, and Marco come parading in with chocolate cupcakes. “When I asked Nicolo to make cupcakes for your birthday, I didn't realize there would be two birthdays,” Sasha laughs and hands a cupcake to Jean, who wolfs it down in one hand while cradling your daughter in the other. “More importantly,” Marco says and hands you a cupcake, “congratulations. I'm glad everything went well.” You grin and take the cupcake. “Thanks Marco.” Jean grabs another cupcake and holds it in the air. “To you,” he says your name, “for giving me the best birthday present I could've ever asked for.” Tears shimmer in his eyes again. Your heart blossoms at the sight of your best friends all here for you. “Who knew Jean boy was such a cry baby,” Connie mutters and munches on his cupcake. “Ouch!” He cries as Sasha hits him on the head. “Happy birthday Jean,” you laugh and roll your eyes because you know for the rest of your life, he's going to be insufferable about how great it is to share a birthday with his daughter. “You're never getting one like this again.”

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aphroditeslover11 · 4 months

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The Flat Next Door

Fun to write and thank you for the ask! i swear to God I feel this gif somewhere deep inside of me!

Warnings: a bit of touchy feely, mentions of divorce, not proofread and fuelled by lingering red wine and exhaustion!

Jim was fresh out of his divorce. He had lost his kids in a custody battle after getting into a fight with their step dad, along with the majority of his savings, his new girlfriend left him as soon as he wanted to get serious and he really was completely alone in the world. Bearing all of this in mind he moved across the Irish Sea and took up a new job in Liverpool. The pay wasn’t the best but he wasn’t responsible for anyone apart from himself now and the city itself made up for it. It did mean though, that aged 42, he was having to live in an absolute dive in a block of apartments he never though he would have to see the likes of again until now. The kinds of people living here were the ones that you didn’t want to bump into on a dark night or had just decided to give up on life and slowly rot into the decaying depths of society. He was pretty sure that the apartment to his left was being used as a weed farm from the smell and the weird times that people were walking in and out. The flat to his right was a bit different though, it belonged to a girl who simply didn’t fit in among this band of junkies and lowlifes. She couldn’t have been much older than 22 and always kept herself to herself. Everyday she would come home at around the same time, make dinner, work for a bit and fall asleep with the tv on in the background. It was hard not to notice these things with how thin the walls were. Who was she though? That was something he was curious to find out.

It was three months after you had moved into your apartment that the absolute unthinkable happened. Somebody had broken into your flat, not that you should have been surprised. The door had been kicked clean off the hinges and nobody had even thought anything of it. The place missing a door though meant that it was hardly safe to stay here and fixing it was not a job that you could do yourself. This was how you had come to meet Jim, the helpful man from the apartment next door who had spotted your distress and come over with a toolbox to help you fix it. You had invited him in for coffee and the pair of you had fallen asleep on the sofa, not that it meant anything of course, you were scared so he had stayed incase the burglars had made a return visit.

After that you had started meeting up for coffee periodically. He learnt that you were a student, having ended up here after fleeing from the house you had been sharing after discovering that your boyfriend was cheating on you with one of your housemates. Though you were at very different points in your lives there was some sense of empathy between the two of you. Perhaps a friendship based on a mutual sense of abandonment wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world, but it was certainly what you were both craving around this time.

The other thing that Jim learnt about you was that you were a very tactile person. Whenever you walked past him in the kitchen whilst making a cup of coffee you would place a hand on his shoulder, as if to move him out of your way. If you were sat together on his shitty little sofa and he made a joke you would always place a hand on his thigh or his forearm, as if to keep you grounded as you laughed.

As of late he was starting to wonder whether there was more to these touches than he had originally thought. It was moments like these, when you watching television together with him sat at one end of the sofa with your feet in his lap, that he questioned what you really wanted out of him. He was caught off guard by you moving your feet in his lap.

“You know Jim, I’ve put them there for a reason. I missed the bus and my feet are killing me and I was hoping I might get a foot massage out of you?” You chuckled.

“You poor thing, I can’t promise I’ll be much good but I can certainly try.”

“You’re an angel, I promise I’ll make it up to you in time.” What the hell is that meant to mean?

Three weeks later and he still didn’t know what that comment had meant. Rents had been put up and he, remembering the financial struggles of being a student, had starting offering to cook for you more often. He wanted to make sure that you were eating something other than pot-noodles or HP Sauce on toast. You’d started helping him cook as well, if he was honest the evenings were when he missed his kids the most, so the little arrangement worked out well in his favour. You were coming back from one of the cupboards with a tin of tomatoes, he was expecting your hand to find his shoulder, but it didn’t stay there like it normally did, instead trailing down his back until it came to briefly rest on his ass. Caught unawares he automatically reached for your arm, holding it in a gentle grip.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“You remember how a while ago you gave me that massage?”

“Yes.”

“And I said I’d make up for it in time?”

“Yes.”

“How would you feel about cashing in on that now…”

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #requested #the delinquent season #jim x reader

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femdomliterature · 1 month

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FemLit 0605 - Welcoming Her

Have you ever tried to welcome her when she comes home in a way that reflects how much you admire her, and how powerful she is over you? here are a few suggestions for those of you who like doing that, or might be considering the idea:

for subs

learn her schedule, and do your best to adapt to it. she’s your priority, remember that.

show her how happy you are to have her back home - don't’ spare words, and if you missed her, tell her that: say it out loud before her, on your knees. she’ll probably like to know you’ve been missing her badly.

don’t only greet her, but instead, worship her from the moment she steps inside the house: you can throw yourself at her feet, bow for her, kiss her hands, her feet, beg for her, say how much you missed her and how much you want her. whatever you choose, whatever she likes, whatever you do, remember: make her feel adored and special, from the moment she walks in.

show her with both words and actions that you’re more than happy to be at her service and obey her every whim if she’d be so kind as to use you; in other words, show her you’re more than happy to be her slave as soon as she gets home, if she’s in the mood for that. explain to her that if she chose to do so, you’d be very happy and that she’d be somewhat doing you a favour, really!

take initiative when greeting her: offer to pick up her bags, purses, etc and put things away; serve her something to drink if she’s thirsty; if she allows you, remove her shoes, and give her a foot massage, etc.

tidy up the house. make sure things are clean and organised when she gets home. (click here for some info & tips on domestic servitude)

surprise her with something nice upon her arrival. for instance, you can buy her flowers to give her when she’s back home. or chocolates, perhaps. alternatively, you could write her a special “welcome” card. maybe you could do all these three things combined, surely she won’t mind, would she? these small gestures can be quite powerful and romantic (to some, even hot!). they are ideal for occasions when you haven’t seen each other for a little while, like a couple of days, due to one of you being too busy with work, or a trip, etc.

for dommes

build up his anticipation for you. tease him, or whisper things to his ears before you leave the house. alternatively, you can text him when you’re out to tell him when he should be expecting you back. if you’re feeling cruel and playful enough you can even send him a photo of your legs and feet followed by a provocative message like “this is where I expect you to be when I get back home” or give him exact instructions of what he should be wearing (or not) and what pose he should be at, when he greets you back home. in other words, build up his anticipation and make him feel excited to be waiting eagerly for you.

tell him you like it when he greets you like that, or tell him that you’ve been thinking about it. I know, that doesn’t sound like a real tip at all, but trust me sometimes we forget how powerful and hot it can be for a sub to hear these things. so don’t spare words to explain how you’d like to be greeted by your sub upon your arrival at home: let your words become a form of control in itself, making him go over and over them in his mind during your absence, to the point of driving him crazy and make him count down the seconds until you’re back.

don’t tell him just “how” you’d like to be greeted, by also “why” you want that - make sure he understands how powerful, how pleasant, how nice it is for you to have such a view when you come home. don’t be afraid to tell him whenever you want him as your slave - he’ll love you forever for doing so.

enjoy the moment and don’t worry about protocols. for instance, if you come home and you find your man, on his knees, telling you he missed you badly, and you end up melting down a little bit to the sight of that and all you want to do is to kiss him all over, then, by all means, allow yourself to do so. don’t limit yourself, after all this is all about you! plus it won’t ruin the moment. you can have a few minutes of intimacy for the two of you, to kiss each other, exchange caresses, etc. you can do these things before you go back to a more playful mood. all you’d have to do is to mark the transition: for instance, you can push him away, and say something like “now, save it for later, darling, when we’re in bed and cuddling; right now, I want you under my control. get back to your knees, and tell me how much you want to be my slave and how much you missed me, starting now.” alternatively, you can also just go straight into a playful mode as soon as you walk in, catching him almost off-guard. it’s all up to you, and your mood on the occasion.

challenge your sub, push his limits. is he already on his knees, worshipping you, kissing you, telling you how much he missed you? well, take advantage of that to push him harder if you want. you can tell him that’s not enough, that you want more, that you’re not just happy with being wanted and missed but that you want him to be desperately in need of you, that you want him to crave you so badly that he’d be willing to do anything for you (in a safe and consensual way). you could even be a bit cruel to him - chances are, he’ll probably love you even more for that. and it might end up being quite a turn on to do some cruel things to him, and ask him if he still wants you, or if he regrets it, just to find out that he not only doesn’t regret anything but that he wants you even more than before, if that’s even possible. greeting you like that can be a perfect tool then to put him on the right mindset for you, from the beginning.

#female led relationship #femlit

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Butler jade who gets to see you dress up for hours in the fanciest clothes that are terribly unbalanced and has to hold you steady and reach you how to dance because you have two left feet. Or just find a way to sneak you off the dance floor so no one can see that you haven't improved from your lessons and find a random lake to throw rocks in

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting this~ I think Butler!Jade would have no problems being a menace to everyone if it's for the sake of his lady~

Butler!Jade when reader has to attend a ball HCs

*Female MC

Synopsis: You are invited to a ball but there is one tiny problem: you can’t dance. Your butler, Jade, is here to help.

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As your butler, Jade tends to be a very busy man. His plate is always filled with an abundance of responsibilities that he must fulfill for his dear lady. There is never a day when he is just idling by.

Jade wakes up everyday with the thought of doing his best for you. He believes that the quality of life you are living depends entirely on his efficiency as your servant. He must never slack off. Jade sees to it that you always have your needs and wants. He can perform anything, from the most mundane to the most outrageous of errands.

Putting your shoes on, giving you shoulder massages on a particularly draining day, carrying your things and escorting you outside, disposing of anyone who threatens to harm you and your reputation, running all the way to the next town at the last minute because the missing key ingredient of your favorite soup cannot be harvested from anywhere but there.

If you just ask of it, he is willing to do anything for you no matter how humanly impossible the task may sound. As such, Jade prides himself to be a very patient and uncomplaining gentleman.

On the other hand, his lady is the complete opposite of him. There are several things you hate doing, much less have the patience to learn them. You do not like complications after all, not being one to force things that would never work out. You are quick to accept how you were simply not built for certain skills and situations and you would let go without making any fuss, never to deal with doing it ever again.

Jade wished you’d try harder, but isn’t that why he’s here as your butler? He deals with things in your stead.

However, there were certain things you couldn’t just leave to him alone. In cases like that, Jade supports you in any way he can.

When you find out you’ve been invited to a ball, Jade makes no haste in preparing dance lessons for you. He knows that dancing is one of your least favorite things to do just because you aren’t very good at it.

Jade will enjoy helping you pick and wear your clothes. He likes seeing you in different styles and will compliment you no matter what you wear. He might also use this moment to find excuses to touch you, like fixing stray hairs out of your face, tying the ribbons behind your back and smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on your gown.

If you complain that your clothes and shoes are very hard to move in, and how they’re impossible to wear while dancing, Jade will let you hold on to him until you can balance yourself without falling face first to the ground. He will help you practice walking in them before teaching you how to dance.

Jade typically spoils you, but he is a stern lecturer when it is appropriate to be one. He teaches you patiently no matter how many times you trip or step on his foot. However, he will be slightly annoyed if you’re not paying attention on purpose.

“My lady, please look at me. I am your partner, not the ground,” he says while grabbing your chin with his hand so that you’re forced to look into his eyes.

Deep inside, Jade is deeply honored that he gets to dance with his lady and hold her close, even though you two are just doing it for practice.

If you have zero improvements by the day of the ball, Jade will ensure that you are never embarrassed. His lady will not be the night’s laughingstock. Not on his watch.

It’s good if no one asks you to a dance but if there ever is one, Jade has no qualms with taking drastic measures to get you off of the dance floor.

An entire champagne tower crashes to the floor just before the music begins? Oh, what an unfortunate accident. Whatever could the cause be?

Jade will take the opportunity to sneak you out of the venue as the chaos ensues.

He will take you home if you want to, but since it’s such a beautiful evening, he will ‘suggest’ that you take your time on a stroll and watch the stars to unwind.

Maybe he’s just being sneaky and figured he’d use this as a way to have his own romantic little date with you, whether or not you’re aware of it.

Jade may have ruined everyone else’s night, but at least he knew it wasn’t yours.

#octavinelle x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade leech imagines #twisted wonderland hcs #twst jade #disney twisted wonderland #moraywrites #jade leech headcanons #octavinelle headcanons

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minhosimthings · 5 months

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Hold me Without Hurting me

Chapter 9: Nettleseed and Next steps

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, jay comfort, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: it's really short cause my brain couldn't write anything more but I promise the next one will be longer. And more fluffier hehehe

SERIES MASTERLIST

From Saturn to Mars. A long distance it seems. According to the math, it is made up of some complicated numbers. But when you look at it, when you hear it coming out of Jay's mouth, like a prayer, a carefully memorized poem, it seemed too close to be true.

It wouldn't be a lie if you said that you missed the times you had with Jay, two lost teenagers in the middle of summer, sipping away on cherry cokes and devising plans of the future. Now the future seemed too close, too quick. Too fast coming. It seemed that all those years you've spent yearning for this time, had faded away in the blink of an eye. And it all felt useless, as you saw Jay sleeping on the couch, arms folded and face tranquil as dew.

You quietly slipped out of his room, making sure to take all your belongings and leaving a note for Jay. He usually didn't sleep in, but it seemed that last night's shenanigans had worn him out. Your feet ached as you dragged yourself back to your room, trying to not to fall down in ghe elevator ride.

"Woah Y/N hey." The elevator doors opened on your floor to reveal Sunghoon, dressed elegantly in a purple suit. "Oh hey Hoonie." You smiled at him, taking the grateful hand he had offered and stepping out the elevator. Sunghoon gently guided you back to the door of your room.

"Oh I saw your assistant in the morning." Sunghoon sat down on the couch, as you plopped onto the one opposite him, "He was with Jay's assistant." You held your head in your hands and leaned back, basically sleeping on the couch. "They must have had fun last night, what with me spending the night in that asshole's room." You grumbled, as Sunghoon looked at you with pity.

"Sunoo told me about your agreement." He chuckled, "Somehow he managed to find out that you two aren't actually dating." Your eyes widened at Sunghoon's words. "Park Sunghoon if you even dare tell anyone-" "Oh shush you know I won't tell anyone." Sunghoon cut your words off, pouring himself a glass of water. You rolled your eyes and gently massaged your feet, wincing at the sunlight coming in from the open curtains. Dusty curtains, more like.

"You know in my amazing opinion-" Sunghoon suddenly started, "I think Jay actually likes you."

Sunghoon was thankful that you didn't have a knife in your premises, as you threw a pillow at him with surprising accuracy. "It's just an opinion!" Sunghoon defended himself as you prepared to throw another pillow. "A dumb opinion!" You threw the pillow anyway, this time time missing Sunghoon's head by an inch.

"Give me the evidence for your so called amazing opinion and I'll consider it." You crossed your arms and frowned, tapping your foot on the ground. Sunghoon stuck his tongue out at you and leaned back, crossing his arms in a similar manner.

"Girl come on." He raised a brow at you, "You really think a man who is just dating you for business purposes would defend you like that? Like he did last night? Most people would have just left it for you to solve out the pickle on your own." Your eyes softened at Sunghoon's words as you considered it for a moment. True, he had defended you in a way which most people wouldn't. It reminded you of the way he fought for you in ninth grade. The memory still brings a smile to your face, as you think back to the moment your bully's face was stuffed with mud, and how you and Jay ran all the way home, only to be caught by his mother.

"Still Hoonie. How do I assume he likes me just from that?" You drawled, feeling your stomach slightly grumble. It was already 9 in the morning and your breakfast usually came at 7. Sunghoon smiled at you and pulled out his phone, frantically scrolling through whatever content was open on his phone. "What in the hell are you doing Park Sunghoon." You groaned, lifting yourself up forcefully and dragging your body over to his seat to take a peak at his phone.

"I was going to come over to your seat but alright. Suit yourself then." He grumbled as you nudged closer to him, basically shoving him off of the couch. "Here." Sunghoon shoved the phone into your hands. The screen displayed a text conversation, which you peered to read because of Sunghoon's dangerously low screen light.

"Wait a minute-" you furrowed your brows in concentration as you read the contact name, "Jay Park? As in our Jay Park?" Sunghoon chuckled.

"You really didn't notice? Similar last names, pretty faces. He's my cousin." You widened your eyes as your jaw dropped in awe. You must have stared at Sunghoon for a long time before he snapped his fingers in front of you and directed your eyes back to the conversation.

"This is why I really believe he does like you." Sunghoon stated as your eyes fell upon the messages. Flowers, museums, perfumes, all conversations about your favourite things of which Jay was basically interrogating Sunghoon about.

"You should probably take a look at this one." Sunghoon scrolled down to the last message.

Jay - I think I'll tell her about how I truly feel today.

Your heart almost stopped as you read the message. 'Truly feel'? That sounded straight out of a cheesy 20's rom com.

"Well you should probably get going Y/Nnie." Sunghoon clapped his hands together, "He's planning to take you to the flower shops today."

The sunlight hit your face painfully through the open windows as you changed into new clothes. The idea of opening the curtains to quote unquote 'let some sunlight in', was definetly a bad one.

Jungwon had returned to your room in the morning, with his cheeks the colour of wine and his smile as bright as morning glory. His dimples were on wide display as he bowed to you and basically jumped onto a trampoline when you had asked him what had happened with Kayla.

His words of 'she asked for my number' and 'I am so in love with her Ma'am.' went over your head as your thoughts swivelled around what you saw in Sunghoon's messages. Getting the fact into your mind that your college best friend and the man who broke you into a million shards was a hard one. Getting the fact that Jay said 'about how he truly feels' to Sunghoon? Possibly the hardest thing you've ever had to stuff into your mind.

"Ma'am?" Jungwon peeked his head through the door as you ran through the last steps of your makeup, "Mr Park is here." With a pop of your lips, you got up from your seat and swung your bag around your shoulder, walking out the door to meet Jungwon. "Please tell me we don't have a meeting today." You sighed, taking the file he had handed you. Jungwon meekly shook his head as a blush crept up to his cheeks.

"What is it Jungwon? Your ears are bright red." You laughed, pointing at his tomato ears as you put your heels on. "Well I was wondering-" Jungwon began with his speech, "If you could allow me to stay out a little longer with Kayla today Ma'am? I-I really wanna make a good impression for her." You smiled gently at Jungwon's request and nodded your head, clapping your hand to his back in celebration. "Finally going to impress your mother with a girl eh?" You joked to which Jungwon's ears seemed to become less red.

You were dressed casually today, white sundress, draped with a beautiful golden chain with dangled from the crevices of your neck, drawing attention to your hair as well. Less sexier than what you had worn yesterday, you thought, but all for the best incase another 'emergency meeting' popped up.

"Y/N." Jay bowed as soon as you propped the door open. You nearly froze as you laid your eyes on him. Handsome seemed to have been a word unworthy of describing him at the moment as he fixed his watch slowly and adjusted his loose blue polo shirt. The marble white trousers he had on seemed to sharpen his curves even more, making him look like the Jay you yearned for years ago. It was a more casual look, one you'd wear for picking up a basket of bread, or accidentally stepping on the neighbour's cat's tail and apologizing to it frantically as your best friend looked on, laughing at you.

"Jay." You responded, realising that you had been staring at him for too long. If it hadn't been for Jay reaching behind his back, you wouldn't have seen Kayla quietly giggling and stealing glances at Jungwon behind you. You hid your smile in your heart, young love was always so sweet. Pity you never had it.

"Shall we go then?" Jay cleared his throat, as you reached your hand forward to enclose in his, making a clear motion for your little party to start moving downstairs.

An interesting day it would be, you thought, trying not to take in Jay's intoxicating perfume.

#jay park #parl jay #enhypen park jongseong #enhypen park jay imagines #enha #enhypen #jay fic #jay angst #jay fluff #park jay fluff #park jay angst #bye bye now

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rouge-variant · 2 years

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Levi with his Long-Haired & Short-Haired S/O Headcanons:

Requested by the lovely @gcxrtghjjuhgfvbjjj

Long-Haired S/O

Alright, fight me on this but Levi's first act of physical affection, with you, would be brushing your hair with his fingers or a brush. This man loves the feeling of your hair and only found it out once he was scolding you about never having your long hair tied up.

Granted, he hardly knows anything about styling hair but soon picks up on it after you showed him or from him observing the others with longer hair. Eld may have caught on sooner than the others and taught Levi how to do a simple ponytail. Then Levi practiced on you as often as he could.

When you get pissed off, everyone knows to back off the moment they see you putting up your hair. But Levi is the only one who isn't phased by that. Instead, he's the one who moves your book from it's normal spot, leaves the blanket untucked at the foot of the bed, switches his pillow out for yours and all the other small things to just see you do this. It's one of his favourite things to watch.

Washing your hair takes forever because of the longer length and Levi takes full advantage of that. When you two bathe together, he's the one gently massaging shampoo and conditioner into your hair. Then rinsing it out and finishing the rest of your hair care routine. It's a stress of your shoulders and a stress relieve for him.

Short-Haired S/O

When you cut your hair, Levi always insists to do it for you. Regardless if you do it yourself or if you go somewhere to get it done, Levi likes to do it. And he knows exactly how to do it too. He does his own hair and just likes to do your too.

He loves when your hair starts getting a little too long because you keep batting your bangs out of your face. He finds it cute when you huffed and pout while glaring at them. He also loves to push the hair back behind your ear to keep it out of your face and seeing you blush in response.

With shorter hair, it takes a worry out of his mind since there's no risk of it affecting your ability to fight. You still get the dramatic view of your hair whipping against your face when you come zipping by to kill a Titan but now he can watch without his heart tightening when your hair gets too close to the monster's hand.

Your hair doesn't hide your face. And Levi will take full advantage of that to give you little compliments and remarks that make your cheeks go pink. He loves it and your little reactions are on full display for him.

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fluff #levi x reader #aot x y/n #rouge thoughts #levi ackerman headcanons

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twentydaysofdrabbles · 9 months

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The Concierge Gives A Tasting - Conclude (Part 26)

Though annoyed at the interruption, you know full well that you would have stopped soon anyway. Sans is...stars, given enough time, that man would have seduced his way into your bed.

While Sans digs in his crumpled suit jacket for his phone, you move off him slowly. One foot hits the ground, but before you can slide off his lap, he holds you fast with the hand still on your backside, a cheeky tilt to his eternal grin.

“hold on, sweetheart, this won’t take long,” he purrs up at you, having found his phone. His mischievous expression fades into one of disgruntlement when he sees who is calling him. “fuck, nevermind.”

You smile knowingly. Ah, it’s Papyrus. Yes, it might take a while.

So you slide off his lap without further hinderance, though Sans looks rather mournful now that he is bereft of your weight and warmth. You, too, mourn the loss of his firm cock and his large hands that touched you so desperately. Next time, you promise yourself.

“what?” he answers the call with an unhappy growl, slumping into the chair.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” Papyrus’ voice rings out clearly from the phone as if he were on speaker. Which you know he is not. Stars, he’s loud when he wants to be. “YOU NEED TO GET YOUR LAZY COCCYX TO THE CONTINENTAL IMMEDIATELY.”

Sans groans, rubbing his face with a free hand, his eye lights following you around the room as you pick up some clothes and head into the bathroom. “i’m a little busy right now boss, can it wait?”

“NO IT CANNOT, YOU USELESS BAG OF BONES. IF YOU WEREN’T OUT CANOODLING WITH YOUR LATEST FLING, YOU’D KNOW THAT TORIEL’S BEEN FOUND AND ASGORE IS--”

You close the door behind you with a soft click. In doing so, Papyrus’ loud voice is immediately muted to a low drone, muffled by the walls and door to the point where you have trouble making out what he is saying.

Though you’re curious about what the King is likely to do now that he knows the former Queen is here, you have not lived this long by poking your nose into another’s business quite so obviously. You will find out through other means.

It doesn’t take you long to shower, to change into a clean set of night clothes - a loose, high necked shirt and some shorts - to come out towelling your hair dry. At last, you no longer smell like blood. Out of habit you tug on fingerless compression gloves, warm and soothing to your aching hands.

Sans is still seated where you left him, though he has finally hung up and looked like he’d rather be shot than leave the room. You smile and come up to him, resting a hand on his forearm. “Duty calls?” you ask quietly, your eyes still holding the barest of sparks.

He sighs with a nod, taking that gloved hand and lifting it to his teeth. “’fraid so,” he grumbles, nuzzling at your knuckles. His eye lights look over the dark-coloured gloves, at your fingers, your well-manicured nails, and mutters, “gloves even in yer own room...”

“Compression gloves,” you explain, letting him tug and touch it as he pleases. Though when he drags a finger over your covered scar, you shudder a little. It’s an odd sensation, dulled yet sensitive all at once. “It helps to relieve the aches and pains.”

You don’t know why you’re telling him this much - it’s more than anyone has ever gotten. Though to be fair you could count your bedmates, the ones you had after the Injury, one one hand. It’s odd that you feel so relaxed around him. Curious indeed.

Sans hums softly in response. “’s long as ya feel alright, babe.” His phalanges move to massage your hand gently, his other hand reaching out to cradle your free hand to do the same.

You can only look down in surprise at him. “What are you...” you trail off in confusion. Why is he massaging your hands? When he has somewhere to be?

The skeleton appears to take your question in his stride, shrugging lightly and leering up at you, “what, can’t a fella say thanks for the...uh...sampling?” His thumbs smooth up and over your scars, pushing the tension from your knuckles to your wrists. It’s...it feels quite good.

“No thanks needed, Sans.” You’re loathe to stop him, but he has somewhere to be and you need to lie down before you pass out from exhaustion. “As much as I enjoy your attention, were you not summoned by Mister Papyrus?”

Crimson eye lights seem to dance with smugness. “so i’m just sans now, eh?” he grins up at you, pressing both your hands to his teeth in a skeleton kiss. “and yeah, but he can wait fer a li’l longer. toriel ain’t goin’ anywhere and no one’s gonna think about breakin’ yer hotel rules. we all know what happened to the shmucks who did.”

Ah. A slip of the tongue, but it is true that behind closed doors, he’s not really Mister Sans. He’s just...Sans.

There’s no mistaking the bloodlust on Sans’ face as he remembers the events of the night prior, of this morning. You’re certain that if you came back bathed in the blood of his enemies, or yours or the Manager’s, he might not be able to hold himself back.

Hmm, an intriguing thought.

“As you like, then,” you murmur, shifting so you stand between his legs. “Although I do need to rest. As do you.” It’s been a very long two days for you, as Sans would know. And for Sans himself as well.

The skeleton just grunts into your hands that he’s still nuzzling. Then he sighs, looks at you, squeezes his knees around you to keep you in place. As if you had any intention of stepping away. “’ll be back,” he says softly, his gritty voice even lower than usual. “that sample ain’t gon’ be enough fer me.”

A soft smile spreads over your lips. Leaning down, you kiss his forehead gently. “As I intended.”

The tent in his pants has long dissipated, the crimson magic in his joints and behind his teeth receding into a low glow. Save for looking more rumpled than he had when he first entered the room, one wouldn’t be able to tell he had almost gotten lucky.

You, on the other hand, sport a few phalange-sized bruises on your backside and the backs of your thighs, alongside the round bruises over your chest. The latter Sans does not see.

He casts his eye lights over you briefly, stopping at the column of your neck as though trying to see the tattoo hidden under the fabric of your shirt.

“Next time,” you promise him, referring to your tattoo.

“‘ll hold ya to that.” Sans doesn’t look disappointed in the slightest, his eternal grin twitching upwards. “gloves off on th’ third, ya said?”

For someone who looked rather dazed throughout the...sampling, his memory works just fine. “Yes.”

Sans rumbles deep in his chest, a satisfied sound, and presses one last skeleton kiss to your hands before he pushes you away so he can stand. “a’ight, better get going before boss tears this place up lookin’ fer me,” he grumbles, his phalanges lingering on your hands as he lets you go.

“That would be entirely undesirable,” you say with an amused tinge to your voice. Your feet pad gently on the carpeted floor, taking you further away from the handsome skeleton and towards the door to see him out.

By the time you turn back around to check on him, Sans is in the middle of shrugging his jacket on, uncaring of how rumpled it is, his tie hanging loose and his top button undone. He rather looks like he’s in need of a cigar, the very picture of a man left frustrated.

That doesn’t seem to bother Sans very much, since he saunters to you without straightening any of his clothes. He must have noticed how you are looking at him, since he explains himself without any prompting, “boss already knows i’ve been gettin’ some suga’, it’d be more suspicious if i came back lookin’ all put together.”

Oh stars, you hope Papyrus doesn’t think Sans bedded you.

“nah, he wouldn’t think of ya. too professional, see,” Sans teases you, leaning in with a sly grin. “‘course, that’s the best part. yer professional till ya ain’t.”

That’s...sort of a compliment? You don’t question it though, just tilting your head in silent thanks.

The skeleton is unperturbed by your silence, ducking in to press a nuzzle to your cheek. One that invites a kiss to his teeth in turn. “see ya ‘round, sweetheart,” he purrs against your lips. “dream o’ me when ye sleep, won’t ya?”

You chuckle quietly, a hand reaching up to cradle his jaw. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Sans.” A soft kiss follows your statement to soften the blow. “Stay safe and I will see you when you return.”

There is...oh, you could have sworn you saw a flicker in his eye lights. Wide dots that shift into something oblong, into another odd shape, before morphing back into their normal shape. Hm, perhaps a trick of the light.

“...you too,” he breathes out. For a brief moment, he indulges in your closeness. As you do his. But he cannot stay for much longer, his phone summoning him with a muted buzzing. “fucken--” Sans swears under his breath, finally pulling himself away with what seems like herculean strength.

You don’t help though, not with how you stay in place, holding the door for him once he wrenches it open himself. It’s amusing to see him grumble and huff at the caller id as it pops up. And it is less amusing and more...something...when he winks at you and backs away while holding your gaze, his free hand forming the universal sign for ‘call me’ as he answers the call.

How a hardened monster of Sans’ ilk can be so adorable, you don’t know.

As you close the door behind you, locking it, you consider what you have gotten yourself into. Life is too short, but you can’t afford to make enemies either. You must be careful. Keep things under wraps as best you can.

Yes. For all your sakes.

In the silence, your fatigue returns to you like the flow of a wave. Weighing down your body, your mind, until you stagger to your bed with all the grace of a zombie. In the four walls of your quarters, with no eyes on you, safe as you can be, there is no need to cling to your professionalism. So you crawl under the covers and rip off the compression gloves, burrowing into the copious amounts of bedding and pillow and blanket alike.

The lights go out with a clap of your hands, plunging the room into darkness. And with a loud exhale, a deflating of your tense form, you melt into the bed, out like a light.

Tomorrow’s problems can wait.

#undertale fic #mafiafell au #mafiafell sans #mafiafell sans x reader #sans x reader #the concierge #ficlet #drabble #sans got cockblocked and now has work to deal with #the concierge finally gets some shut eye #and sans is so sweet oml

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 2 years

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Appreciation

Kyojuro comforts you after a girl’s night that ends fairly crappy. It’s Fluff! Reader is a Black female, Mentions of cuddling, massage, Non s3xual intimacy, suggestive, food mentions

You crane your neck to the side till a satisfying crack sounds off. Your dark brown eyes are closed. Face pensive. You’d just had an unpleasant outing with your crew. Catcalling didn’t normally get to you, but you damn well wished it was something original. Instead, it was the usual “Hey dark chocolate” or “Gimmie some of that Mocha!” Letting out a frustrated sigh, you get up from your seat on your couch and proceed to go about your nightly ritual of putting product on your hair and then doing some twists before putting on your bonnet. You had changed earlier and were intending on just vibing for a while but found yourself lost in thought not long after your shower. Now you were wrapped up in your fluffy robe, had a foot bath prepped, hair done for the night and you had your face mask ready to go. It was time to relax and let the bullshit roll off your back like the warm water of your after-party cleanse. You had just settled and gotten into your chillzone when you heard a chirp on your phone. Rolling your eyes, you decided to ignore that ‘ish. It was too damn late and you were unavailable for anyone’s bullshit. Instead, you returned to whatever was playing on your television and settled back into your cozy couch. This thing was amazingly soft and just ate you up. A few more chirps went off on your phone. Air is forced out from between your satin lips as you huff in frustration. A well-manicured hand grabs one of your throw pillows and sets it on top of your phone. You were gonna have words with whomever it was messaging you so late at night. Clearly it wasn’t an emergency cuz you had a “Call me now” policy for those. 45-minutes later your footbath and face mask were done and over with. You were just lazing on your couch, watchin’ whatever. Eyelids starting to droop when you heard a rapid series of knocks at your front door. Immediate suspicion sets in. You can’t think of anyone who would want to come over right now. Shinobu, Mitsuri and you had split some hours earlier. There is no way they would be stopping by. Your other homies would have been fast asleep by now. Another quick series of raps at your door has you getting up swearing under your breath about “This betta be important cuz they gonna find the right one.” You slowly mosey on over to the door and check your door cam to see who it is. Much to your surprise it’s your blonde and red-haired boyfriend, Kyojuro. Now why the hell was he here? You scratch at your neck lightly. A quirk you had when you were confused or annoyed by something. You unlocked your door and leaned against the frame as you politely greeted the handsome man standing on your stoop. “Evening, Kyojuro. Why exactly are you here right now? It is late as hell.” you query head tilted and face displaying your amusement. He responds without missing a beat “Mm. Shinobu and Mitsuri informed me that you had a rough night. I tried to message you but you weren’t responding to your phone and then I remembered you have your routine with your hair and stuff so I decided to come over with snacks and help you unwind.” Kyojuro nods his head to accentuate his words once he was done speaking. This man is too damn wholesome.

You fully open up your door and step back inside then off to the side so you can give him space to enter your home. He walks in with confident stride, bypassing you with a wink, and heads straight to your couch with a reusable bag full of goodies in his hand. You closed your door and locked up. Turning around to follow after him but instead pausing as you admired the sight in front of you. Your man was bent over giving you a wonderful view of that supple and meaty ass. One of your favorite things about him was that he was stacked. He was a whole ass meal before you got to that ass but like, damn. That ass. You must have been lost in thought as he coughs lightly bringing your attention to his face. You was caught and you knew it. He knew it too and mayhaps wiggled that booty for your viewing pleasure. You wander over slowly to the couch and flop down taking up most of it. You legit left him one cushion out of four to use. You were shorter than him so this is just you being a brat to be a brat. Kyojuro chuckles. He doesn’t mind. He expects this of you now. Instead, he sits down across from you leaning on your coffee table and waits for you to take notice of his offerings. On the cute lil table were some of your fav snacks, your fav drinks and some...massage oil? “What’s that for?” You ask pointing to the bottle while picking up one of the drinks and opening it before passing it to him. “Mm, I figured you might still have some left-over tension. I was thinking maybe a massage could help?” This man speaks with such conviction. It would be hella rude for you to refuse him. “Aiight, I’m game.” You chuckle and his eyes light up whilst he sips from his soda. You stretch first then remove your robe, depositing it on the floor and rolling over so your back is facing up. You were just wearing the robe cuz it was just supposed to be you tonight. This is a step up and a better option. His plan was a win-win situation for you so let’s do it! You hear your man shuffling around and clicking open the oil cap. Soon you feel a heavy weight settling on your thighs. A peak across your dark, rich brown shoulders lets you see that he is now sitting on you and blowing on his now oily hands to warm the viscous fluid up so as not to shock you. Soon enough though, those hand are traversing across your back. Rubbing with just the right amount of pressure to elicit positive moans from your mouth as the latent tension started to slip away. Kyojuro was always good with his hands. Now was no different. During the massage he would pause and remind you to eat or drink. He asked about how your day went besides the fetishizing assholes. He would occasionally pause to ask what the hell was going on with the current show that had come on. You had not the faintest idea. Y’all decided to just bullshit and make up what the actual story was. It was humorous and good-natured fun for the both of you. Soon though, all good things must come to an end. Kyojuro was done with your massage and got up to wash his hands of any excess. While he was gone you sat up to stretch and enjoy the lightness you now felt in your limbs. He had done your back, ass respectfully so, legs, feet and hands. Kyojuro Rengoku knew how to pamper his woman. He came back divested of his shirt, left only in his black basketball shorts. Which you hadn’t paid attention to when you first saw him since you had been focused more on why he was here. “Arms up, beautiful.” he ordered. You complied, shaking your head. Boy, you lucky you so fine. His shirt was carefully fitted over your frame. He hummed in appreciation as he took you in. You looked absolutely adorable in his clothes. Arms still up because you were feeling bratty. Giving the most defiant yet cutely obstinate glare. He leaned over the couch and gave you somewhat chaste kiss on your lips. A satisfied hum coming from him and a huff from you. He smirks and crawls over your couch to slot himself up behind you and coaxes you into a resting position laying on his chest. “This cannot be comfortable for you.” You spoke flatly. “I am perfectly fine. Is this an odd angle for you?” He asks, his face showing concern. You shake your head no then rest it on his chest. “Your tiddies are comfortable.” You reply with mild snark. Looking up you can see a blush form on his face. Kyojuro rolls his eyes at you before grabbing the remote above his head with one hand while the other plants itself on your back. He lowers the volume on your tv then switches to one of your chill sleep channels. Soon you are drifting off again due to the slow circles he is rubbing on your back bringing a further sense of relaxation to the equation. Just before you fully pass our you hear him murmur a quiet “I love you. Goodnight, Beautiful.” As he too falls asleep. He is 100% a keeper and you would need to tell your friends thank you for letting him know. Later.

#rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x black reader #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x you #kyojuro x reader #black female reader #kyojuro rengoku x black!reader #kyoujurou #kyoujurou rengoku #demon slayer kyojuro #fanfic #demon slayer

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inforelationship · 1 year

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How to romance with your husband: Here are 5 tips

The world's movies and the media have gotten attention about how to make women romantic and to laud the Machiavellianism aspect of men or those Cassanova bold men who go out to romance the best women of their choice and nearly miss out on the women's capacity to turn on men romantically.

In fact, men, like women, appreciate romance just like the opposite gender, despite the distinctive lines in between. But for women to exceptionally do this, they first need to understand the deep-seated technical know-how on how to romance with their husbands.

And here are the five tips to go beyond the hard moment of the move and be led in the lane in order to bring your man into romance.

Send a sexy text

To know how to make your hubby feel romantic, you need initially to know this; sending sexy text, especially in the middle of the day, is a gesture that will make the husband turn into romance and feel appreciated.

These can sparkle the relationship despite the lengthy marriage. It is important, therefore, that you start applying and give it a trial and see what comes out.

Write something and slip it into his pocket or tuck it inside somewhere that he will find easily. He will get surprised and get romanced.

Understand his taste

Women can be romantic wives to their husbands if they want, and when it comes to being romantic, it's all about understanding the taste of your romantic partner.

No man is the same, but identifying the husband's love language can direct a woman on how to handle men. According to Relationship Coach, it is important to note what and how your husband is ticked and driven in.

"If you know your husband loves football, even if it drives you insane, if you know your husband loves football and he's watching a game, instead of saying, "Hey, Babe, stop watching. I hate football," you need to say, "enjoy the game". You can sit beside him and enjoy yourself with him too. Men really value their independence and, importantly, understanding that they want to feel as though they are to live their lives, and they want to identify themselves as being men and not just being men in relationships," she advises.

Attention

Men are known for being easily turned on romantically compared to women, but this can successfully be reached only if a woman understands how to romance with her husband.

By doing this, for instance, a woman needs to work out and give his husband a kiss on the face and spoil his tootsies with a relaxing foot massage. All you need is a warm basin of water, some water, a towel, and some lotion.

Coach Natalie advises that "approaching a husband with a kiss on the cheek and telling him you love him, especially if he is about to go his way", is a gesture that goes miles away.

"It is a nonpossessive way of showing that you care, of showing you know how your husband thinks and that you are romantic, the romantic wife he wants you to be." She said.

Wear what they like

By understanding well what you love and how to romance with your husband, you are halfway to achieving your main target.

There is logic in wearing what they like as a way of captivating the husband's heart. By doing so, it is also important to mark the time they supplement on a certain type of dress in a period when they say you look pretty in that dress, or you are cute in that shirt, so and so. When this happens, you need to keep that in memory so as to wear it next time.

Go on a weekend date

Most often, married people are going to forget easily about major things like going out on a weekend date but remembering this and having a week-walk out to watch a movie or attending a certain party event can bring back the lost vibe. With this, it is a way forward to romance with your husband.

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