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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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Perv Soap who lets his other teammates grope you as much as they want, as long as they make you cum so that he can condition you to like being treated like this.

perv soap who shares you with his friends oh i am. i am simply unwell

cw for dubcon/noncon and manipulation

you love your boyfriend soap so much, you never want to give him a reason to leave you! and that means that you let a lot of shit slide that you might not with another person. johnny's really pushy in bed (always wanting to do things you try to make clear you're not comfortable with) and he's really into PDA. but every time you ask him to back off he gives you one of two excuses - either something about how his love language is physical touch, or something about how nobody else is even looking and you're totally overreacting

but he's also really sweet, so it's easy to let most things slide. it's hard to remember how uncomfortable you were with his hands under your shirt at dinner when he cuddles up to you so tight in bed <3

johnny always likes to show you off. he'll buy you clothes you'd have never bought on your own, dress you up in little scraps of fabric that make you fidgety and uncomfortable all night :( mini skirts and crop tops, never gives you a bra or underwear to wear with it, wants as much of your skin on display possible

and his friends get this look when they see you. you tell yourself they wouldn't do anything to their friend's girlfriend, but they look at you the same way johnny does - hungry and predatory

ANYWAYS. set up done

johnny sits you on his lap during dinner, stands to go get another round of drinks and drops you onto ghost's lap before he leaves :( lifts you up by the hips, gives you a quick tap on the ass and says watch her, lt, yeah? then just struts off. your face goes hot and you try to move off of him, already muttering apologies, but ghost wraps an arm around your stomach and holds you close to his chest :( rumbles something like stay where your boy put you, love and holds a heavy hand over your bare thigh to keep you still. he's also the one you catch watching you and johnny the most, his gaze heavy and dark.

(johnny keeping you sat on ghost's lap, straddles you - both of you - and makes out with you. ghost's hands run up your sides, occasionally over to johnny, and you can feel him breathing against your neck, hot and heavy. johnny grinds against your stomach until he comes, smiles down at you and finally pulls away, dragging you into his lap for a cuddle)

making out and dancing with soap on the dance floor and you feel another body behind you. you don't think much of it until the person starts grinding, and then you jolt away from johnny to look over your shoulder. it's gaz - smiling down at you and working his hips against your ass in far too sexual ways. you think maybe johnny will scare him off, but he just turns you around and starts leaving hickeys along your neck with his hands keeping your hips moving, so you're stuck sandwiched between the two of them. gaz leans down and you're convinced he's going to kiss you too, go stiff and wide-eyed because you have no idea what you'll do, but instead he just leaves little kisses peppered around your face. and that's not so bad, gaz's lips are soft and the little touches are kinda nice, each one longer and a little wetter than the last. you hardly even notice when he finally kisses your lips, the slide of his tongue soft against yours.

price always scolding johnny for the way he treats you :/ sees all the bruises on your neck and goes you know she's not a chew toy, right son? but soap just smiles real big and hugs you tight to him, says she's whatever i want her to be and you don't really know how to feel about that. johnny gropes you and works you up at a dinner with everyone despite all your whispered complaints and begs that he stop, then leaves you just on the edge of coming. price rolls his eyes from across the table, snaps something about how it's rude to leave a lady wanting, johnny. go ahead and get her off, make it quick. and he does and you're all wiggly and teary in his lap, keep trying to hide your face because you can feel gaz and ghost and price all staring at you :( price calls johnny good boy when you've gone limp

#dating one person in the 141 and then they pressure you into dating all of them i am SICK over this #asks and answers #poly 141 #bo writes #pervy gross disgusting mean soap you will always be famous #do i have a favorites tag #favorites #here's hoping #poly 141 x reader

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wordsinhaled · 10 months

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my ‘crowley loves aziraphale’ post needs a companion because there needs to be absolutely no doubt that aziraphale is ABSOLUTELY as gone on crowley so…

here i am just thinking about aziraphale’s “smitten, i believe…you’re being silly 🥰” and “why don’t you wait inside? you like waiting inside” (aziraphale knows what crowley likes, what makes him happy!). it’s aziraphale telling crowley he gets plenty of use out of the[ir] bookshop and it’s aziraphale making sure crowley feels welcome to come in whenever he likes and that it’s crowley’s as much as his to the point where crowley just feels comfortable making hot chocolate there

it’s the way he touches crowley so easily (hand on the shoulder in the s2 finale, arm around the waist in the graveyard support, hand on the chest and sliding down, the way aziraphale clasps crowley’s hand in both of his with such enthusiasm in 1941 when it could’ve been a prim handshake, the way their hands almost curl together when they’re dancing at the ball…)

(and that last one makes me unwell, because if their ball had been during the actual regency they would both have been wearing gloves… but at aziraphale’s ball, their hands can touch without any layer between, and he even seizes crowley by the hand to pull him onto the dance floor like he’s waited his entire life to do it)

thinking about the way aziraphale has always looked at crowley from the very beginning, soft, soft, so impossibly, unbearably soft. the way he darts little glances at him whenever he can, like he’s indulging himself in looking

thinking of the way he takes obvious pleasure in introducing crowley to people and saying they go back a long time. thinking of how when gabriel spoke about one person making everything alright aziraphale immediately thought of crowley

thinking about how we’ve always seen them dine or drink in public places but then in 1941 they’re having a private candlelit dinner, just the two of them

thinking of the way aziraphale looks at crowley at the end of the season - as crowley’s putting his glasses back on for the final time - in this earnest, intent, searching way. even in the midst of this argument he’s thinking why are you closing yourself off from me? you don’t do that anymore, we’re not like that anymore. it’s like he’s trying to read crowley’s features, like everything will fall into place if they just look at each other properly

thinking of how aziraphale touches his own lips after the kiss like he can press the memory of crowley’s mouth into them to keep forever

in short… aziraphale loves crowley so much it’s devastating

#this is fine i’m fine #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 spoilers #i am probably missing a bunch but i am feeling very incoherent

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notyashiro128 · 3 months

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Depressed sick Megumi x reader ~

Fluff/ happy/ nsfw in the end

Megumi is currently unwell with a fever, and to make matters worse, he is also feeling depressed. This is likely due to the traumatic experiences he went through during his childhood, which have left him with a constant feeling of guilt and self-doubt. He believes that his parents left because he is a bad person, and this has made him feel very anxious. Your job here is to take care of your depressed boyfriend

As he sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone, he couldn't help but feel miserable as he hoped for a message from you. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening caught his attention and his heart began to race. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he saw you walking towards him and his face lit up with a smile. He quickly stood up and rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. He whispered softly in your ear, "Babe~" as he held you tightly, savoring the moment.

"how is my sweet boy doing?" You asked while hugging him back

As you called Megumi a sweet boy, his cheeks turned a shade of pink and he smiled softly. He leaned into the warm embrace and whispered, "I'm okay, love. Just feeling a bit down today. But it's nice to see you". His voice was soft and gentle, conveying a sense of vulnerability and trust. The hug seemed to be a comforting embrace for both of you.

"Felling down again?" you asked gently, You took off your jacket and hung it up, Megumi nodded slowly, "mm", his voice barely above a whisper he was sitting on the couch.

You went towards him "It's okay to be not okay and I am here if you want to talk about something bothering you" You sat next to him kiss him on his cheek "here I Got you medicine and your favourite candies"

"who needs medicine when I have you" he said softly as you blushed .

"Mmm here I'll change my clothes" and. As you said you changed into your pajamas

•••••••••••

Now you and Megumi are lying on the bed he Wraps his arms around you tightly and breathes in your scent, smiling softly "You always know how to cheer me up I love you"... Megumi sighs

Megumi looks at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your presence "I know it's hard for me to express myself sometimes, but please believe me when I say that I love you more than anything in this world. You're my haven..."

"Awwww. Babe that's so sweet from Youu~" You hugged him

His voice softens and his eyes become misty " I know I haven't always been the best boyfriend, but you're all I have. I promise to work on myself and be better for you. You deserve someone who can make you happy every day. I just-" you interrupted him

"Please don't say that. You are already perfect for me just the way you are," you exclaimed. As you looked at him, you realized that you had fallen in love with him from the very first moment you laid eyes on him.

Tears form in his eyes as he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips "I can't imagine going through life without you by my side. Thank you for being there for me, even when I'm not always the best version of myself. "

""awwww shhh babe it's okay its okay" You hugged him, making sure to put his head on your chest. "You can cry as long as you want, babe. You're the best."

Feeling your warmth and the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat, megumi's tears flow freely as he leans into the comforting embrace. He clings to you tightly, taking in the familiar scent of lavender that always seems to surround you.

Sobs into your chest, unable to control the flood of emotions that pour out. He clings to you tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance "I love you so much... You're all I have in this world."

"And I love you more" You put your hand behind his back and started to pat his back gently

Feeling your words wash over him, Megumi's sobs begin to subside. He lifts his head slightly, looking into your eyes filled with tears and love. He smiles weakly, his voice barely above a whisper "Thank you... for everything. You are the only one who understands me"

You kiss his forehead gently, your thumbs brushing away the tears that still cling to his cheeks. "It's okay, baby. I'm here for you," you whisper softly, your heart breaking at the pain etched on his face.

Megumi buries his face in your chest again, his body shaking slightly as he tries to calm down. He holds onto you tightly, feeling the warmth of your skin against his own. After a few moments, he slowly pulls away, wiping the remaining tears from his eye

"I'm sorry for making you worry like that," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... sometimes it all feels too much." He takes a deep breath and forces a small smile.

"babe no need to be sorry for real and I understand everything you feel," you said softly

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace as he feels your tears on his skin. He kisses the top of your head gently, his heart racing with love for you.

Megumi's heart swells with warmth. He holds you tightly, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roam over your body, pulling you closer as if trying to merge into one being.

"Baby I'm in love with you don't be sad please I wanna see your pretty smile. To be honest, I know that it's hard for you and I can see on your face it was rough but I wish I could do something for you cuz you deserve everything " you said

"I love you too, more than anything in this world. You're my everything." He whispers between kisses, his hands trailing down your back to gently squeeze your rear end before pulling you even closer.Feeling the warmth and love radiating from you,

Megumi couldn't help but smile softly. He held onto these moments tightly, trying to remember them when he felt down again

his hands gently caressing your cheeks. He whispers against your lips, " i wanna make love w you right now princess"

And done give me more requests of any Characters 🐢✨

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nicolesainz · 5 months

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kiss kiss bang bang (SV5) - part 2 from “Tricks and champions”

Sebastian Vettel x f!reader

Author’s note: Thanks to the lovely comments I received from @maverick-mwah the seb one shot will have a second part. I dearly appreciate the love you showed for this fic!

Warnings: smut, minors dni, 18+, age gap, hints of fluff, major daddy issues, aftercare, taking her virginity, its pure porn!

Summary: After the wild ride you had with Seb, the visits at your house don't stop. Especially when your parents aren't home either. This leads Seb to control you since vulnerability has taken over.

My parents decided to fly away to Spain for the week in order to celebrate their anniversary. It's very sweet that my father still deeply cares about mum after all these years of marriage. That's how all couples should be.

People my age, having an empty house like mine, would definitely use it in order to invite friends and party until very early the next morning. Or get fully wasted with a mix of drinks. Which was my original plan. And yet, I don't really regret how things turned out.

The first night being alone sled by lonely and boring. I ordered some food and had a marathon of The Office, followed by a small concert with all of Taylor Swift's songs. In an empty house, almost in the middle of nowhere in Germany, activities are limited. Or so I thought.

"You need to come to the party. Don't be a buzzkill now." My best friend said over the phone as I was cleaning the mess of a room I have. I usually am up for any available party but I just wasn't in the mood. I would rather drink my feelings away than dress up in uncomfortable heels.

"Sorry bae, not in the mood. Plus, I am feeling a bit unwell. Probably was the Chinese food I had last night." This was a lie, obviously. I was perfectly fine, plainly bored.

"Do you want me to come over? Do you need any help girl?" There's an apparent worry in her voice, which I am trying to dodge very quickly.

"Thank you lovely but I will be alright. Go have fun and text me if anything occurs." I reassure her genuinely touched with her worry.

"I will but if you need me for anything I will rush to you. Take care y/n." We exchange our goodbyes and hang up.

It's a very gloomy day and the house is very quiet. Going to this party was probably my only chance to hook up with someone just to remove Sebastian from my thoughts. Which has become impossible after the ride we had two weeks ago.

After the tricks in the circuit, wherever I look, he is there. Either in real life or in my imagination. I imagine him inside the shower with me, in between my thighs, on my bed.

Literally fucking everywhere.

Last week, at the annual Sunday dinner my family hosts with Sebastian, he was caressing my thigh under the table, as he was casually chatting with my father. It was probably a bad idea to wear that short skirt.

I decide to take matters into my own hands and fully clear out my bed, lay a towel, light up some vanilla scented candles and finish the job by myself so I can take off the thought of Sebastian from my mind.

I put on a complication of his 'dirtiest' team radios where he curses every time either in English or German, dropping sexual hints while he is frustrated.

I plug in my AirPods and put the video on replay until I manage to finish. I put some lube on my fingers and start rubbing it against my pussy. The moment Seb's voice echoes inside my ears, I feel a wave of pleasure taking over me, as slight groans come out of my mouth.

Along with Sebastian's voice, I moan some 'fuck'' and 'shit' as I slide and pump my fingers inside my wet self in a faster pace. My womanhood clenches around my fingers although the desperation in my voice shows how needy I am of Sebastian.

"Jesus Seb." I let out during the thought that my fingers are Sebastian's, pushing me to my limits.

I open my eyes slightly only to be met with a blurry figure of a blonde haired man. I was so obsessed with Sebastian that I was hallucinating.

And yet I wasn't.

He was indeed in the room.

Watching me masturbate with the help of his voice.

I panicked instantly and pulled the covers on top of my body, trying to hide from the feeling of embarrassment and Sebastian's gawking eyes that were scanning me from head to toe.

"So when the cats are away, the mice come out and play. Or in your case, simply come." He jokes around with a massive smirk plastered on his face.

"I-it's not what it looks like, I was, uh" I didn't know how to excuse my actions.

"And yet it so is what it looks like." He rolls his eyes but immediately looks back at me, licking his lips.

"Okay fine, you caught me in a vulnerable moment. I have needs but no boyfriend to satisfy me. I would've gone to a party just to release my frustration but better safe than sorry." I don't know why I said all those things to Sebastian but for some reason I open up to him more easily.

Literally and figuratively.

"So it was very difficult for you to think of me, right?" He exclaims but quickly silences himself as the audio from my phone hasn't paused and the cursing is loud and clear.

He looks around the room to see from where this sound is coming from and when he notices I am trying to mute my phone, he grabs it from my hands and takes a lot at the content amused.

"So you were thinking of me. Just not calling me but simply replacing me."

Sebastian kneeled down to my height and removed the covers from my legs. My panties were still wrapped around my thighs and small hints of wetness were apparent. No shame took over me. Which was oddly weird.

"You know I am here for you if you ever need me, baby. For anything." He positions my body right in front of his face, looking me deeply into my eyes with such innocence, yet I knew that none of his following actions were gonna be the same.

"It's not right Sebastian. You're twice my age and a friend of my father's. You are a person I admire, not someone I should be thinking of in that way." That was the moment where I felt truly ashamed of myself but with a few words, Sebastian made me feel like what was going to happen between us is the most right thing in the world.

"Admiring someone doesn't necessarily mean you can't love them or want them in any other way. I know the kind of girl you are, Y/n. You've literally confessed to me your entire love life, pleading for a man that will treat you right and be there for you."

I didn't know if I wanted to cry or smile at his words. I was right there in front of him, spread legs and needy of a mans touch. He barely looked down at my womanhood or removed his eyes from mine. I needed a man who could bring the best of both worlds.

He was right in front of me.

"I need you Seb. Madly. I can't get you out of my head. Help me." I cooed softly, my desperation is clearly showing more than it should.

"All I will ask is, are you willing to let me take care of your need 100% dear? Because there is no going back after that." The fact that he asked me for reassurance and didn't throw himself at me the moment I begged him, proved to me that no man can be like Sebastian.

"I trust you blindly." I put my forehead softly against his and he instantly captures my lips into a soft kiss, full of reassurance, trust and emotion. His hands are on the sides of my thighs, holding against them firmly and climbing on top of my body feeling more of his warmth.

Sebastian's piercing blue eyes focus on the rhythm of my breathing that is being patterned on the mannerism the way by breasts bounce up and down. I can feel myself blushing given that no matter how many men have looked this tensely at me, only he can cause butterflies to my stomach.

With one arm, he removes his t-shirt, revealing a very well fitted 36 year old on whose body I want to lay my hands on and worship like he is a greek god. I softly trace the V-line on top of his belt and the kiss becomes even more tense with a simple touch.

"You don't know what you're doing to me." He mumbles against my lips as he is trying to unbuckle his belt and get rid of the trousers that are hiding from my sight the hardened erection I caused.

"Then show me." I so easily say, yet I don't know the mix of pain and pleasure I am about to experience because of my actions. Sebastian grunts and with my help, his trousers are on the floor and I can feel against my wet unclothed pussy his erected cock.

Sebastian breaks the kiss and stands up, in the process of which he is picking me up as well. My breathing becomes harder as he takes my top off and now we are semi naked in front of each other. Only a few barriers which in a few seconds are gone. I strap off my bra slowly, revealing my breast to his sight.

"You are beautiful. Absolutely mesmerising. My god" he sighs and kneels in front of me. I am absolutely shocked by what he is doing. I feel his hands holding firmly my thighs and in matters of seconds his lips on my pussy, eating me up like a starved man. His tongue flicking against my clit, sending euphoric vibration at my entire body.

"Fuck, Seb" I moan uncontrollably as he keeps feasting on the juices that are covering my womanhood and his jaw. My fingers tangle on his blonde curls, pulling them slightly as I am trying with all my willpower not to crush his face with my trembling thighs.

My head falls back and my moans become louder and louder as Sebastian slowly removes his his mouth from my pussy and slams it against mine, while inserting his index and middle finger inside my wetness.

"So innocent and yet you're clenching around my fingers like a needy whore." His fingers are pumping inside me in quite a fast pace but just the perfect one to send me into fucking oblivion. My fingers are scratching his back like a wild animal.

"I need to cum, Seb, please." I have never begged anyone for anything in my life and yet, another first time of mine had just been ticked off the box with the help of Sebastian. He applies a bit more pressure to my very swollen pussy, by using his thumb to play along with my clit.

"Then do so baby. All over my fingers." The moment he says it, I release immediately along with a tense groan from both of us. God that felt amazing. Sebastian grabs me back, laying me on the bed, knees weaker than wooden sticks but surely needy for more.

"I need you to be fully sure of what is about to happen darling. Allow me?" My heart drops to my stomach with his words. A few minutes ago he was fucking me with his fingers with such ease and now he is asking for permission.

Best of both worlds.

"There is no man on this earth I trust more than you, Seb. Yes, I am fully aware." I reply with a kind smile on my face, reassuring him that he is the only man I need and want.

His lips connect with mine once more, although this time the kiss was more meaningful than anything. It was me showing Sebastian that I trust him with something so sacred and fragile but something I would only want him to have.

His fingers are toying with my nipples while his mouth is occupied with my neck, trying to leave as many hickies humanly possible. I do not mind at all, though I will need many formulas of makeup to hide his mess.

"Can I touch you?" I quietly ask him as he still was wearing his underwear that were trying to hold on his frustrated cock. I was so afraid of asking him such a thing even though it wouldn't be my first time touching a man.

"Your touch is what I am craving." He grabs my hand and places it on top of his edged bulge that wants to be taken care of. Having his confirmation, I remove the barrier, the boxers, in swift movements, with his cock springing out.

I wrap my hands around his erection, feeling the hints of pre cum on the tip, I spread the minimum liquid all over, pumping him slowly and teasingly sliding him through my wet folds, causing him to moan on the crook of my neck.

"Jesus baby. I need you." He blurts out and my excitement reaches extremely high levels. When I feel Seb's body lowering on me, I remove my hands from his cock and hold on against his butt. In very slow movements, Sebastian slides himself inside me, as softly as he can, whilst I am trying to adjust to his size.

Sebastian has filled me up entirely and my pussy has been stretched to its limits. He tried to play safe at first with slow trusts that would help him find my sweet spot. Tears of exhaustion and pleasure were covering my eyes.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into me, pushing my limits to the maximum and earning multiple moans of his name along the way. The room smells sex. The air smells sex. He and I smell like sex.

"Oh my Seb." I moan as if there is no tomorrow, shamelessly, giving him the satisfaction of achieving to make the first time of a woman better than half of the female's population. Not even better. Heavenly good.

"This is for you. All for you my good girl."

#sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel fanfic #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x you

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smileycarat · 10 months

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delulu thoughts: jeonghan ver

a/n: just me fangirling about jeonghan lolz, sorry for potential typos

whenever i see jeonghan, i automatically think he’s such a gentle kisser

don’t get me wrong, i do think he can have those more heated moments and such, and i would later love to explore that in another fic

but something about the thought of just lounging together on a sunday morning and him giving you the softest kisses throughout the day i aM SEVERELY UNWELL

just enjoying both of each other’s presence away from the public and the limelight that seems to follow him everyday

being in the comfort of your own home where he gets to let lose and relax without constantly being aware of what happens around him in public

having the opportunity to see how he’s like behind closed doors and to experience the way he cups your face with his sweater paws and kisses your brow-bone first, then your cheekbone, then your nose, and finally your lips with the most feather-like kisses there is

being able to wake up to him softly tracing the bridge of your nose and then softly your cheekbone as you wake

you being the first person he speaks to in the morning, his voice still rough from sleep, and you being the last person he speaks to before bed, his voice laced with sleepiness but still pushing through to make sure he wishes you goodnight even if you’re already asleep the moment your head hits the pillow

i think a lot of people would expect him to be slightly chaotic based of how he sometimes presents himself in gose or concerts and yes he can be chaotic, but he’s a gentle chaotic (idek if that makes sense???)

he will sometimes surprise you with the most odd things out of nowhere, like that one time you had a little bit of frosting on your nose from biting into a cupcake

mans is giggling at your appearance and you’re confused because you don’t know what has set him off this time and you’re just looking at him like ???

and he just jokingly rolls his eyes, makes a tsk noise while shaking his head but reaches out to hold your jaw to stop you from moving

then he proceeds to just lick off the frosting off your nose

“what? i couldn’t just leave you like this without telling you” he says after your wide eyed expression

“you could have used a napkin like a normal person!”

he giggles at the way you roll your eyes and pulls you back by the crook of your elbow as you start to move away

“look, we’re even now” he says after he smears frosting on his lips

you both could just be relaxing on the couch laying down and on opposite ends, but he always has either a leg or an arm extended to have contact with you

is completely the type to pull your legs up to his lap to rub at your ankle

or be the type to use his slender hands to knead at the knots between your shoulder blades

i could see him liking to lay down on top of you during a nap and kissing you right under your ear all the way down to your collarbone

this isn’t even in an explicit manner, he just likes to do it for the sake of doing it (also loves the giggle he gets out of you if you’re feeling ticklish)

i could see him as liking to be the one to stay in on his days off and just lounging in matching sweats with you

but also willing and always ready to take a quick trip down to the convenience store with you past midnight in your matching sweats and slippers to grab a snack

absolutely WILL hold your hand all the way to and from the convenience store even though it’s just a few minutes walk

beware, he does not like when you get separated by a street lamp and will pull you to his side so you don’t have to unlink your hands

just a few delulu thoughts about jeonghan <3

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harunade · 9 months

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thinking about how sexy ricky's voice would be during intimate times...

his voice is so soothing as it is but when hes got you bent over and sensitive from all the teasing and all you can do is babble, asking him to please just give it to you and he asks in such a sweet way if you can wait a bit more while he runs his fingers through your pussy 😞😞😞 he would lower his voice too when speaking to you just bcs he knows how wet you get. i also think when you're cumming he'd keep whispering things like, "you can do it for me right baby?" "princess you do so well for me." "gonna cum kitty?"

i am unwell!

from — 🐾

ty for always feeding me ideas anon

“Tell me what you want, baby~” Ricky’s voice would echo in your room. The only sounds that could be heard were the slapping wet noises his fingers would made as they rapidly entered and left your soaking cunt. You had already been fucked well before that, but your boyfriend knew he could get more out of you. “Babyy.. look at me, princess” you were plopped on his lap so it was easy for him to just use his free hand to lift your chin up.

You looked at him through tears and saw him smirk down at you. Your lips got kissed before he started rubbing your clit, making the pain in your core less bearable. “F-fuck.. ricky.. please make me cum-“ you managed to moan out as you gripped his bare back, you knew how much he loved seeing marks all over him after he got done with you.

Ricky lowered his head to your ear and the feeling of his hot breath made you shiver. “gonna cum, kitty? squirt all over my face instead.” you remained shocked at his words before feeling a painful feeling as his fingers left your pussy. He flipped you on the bed, quickly starting to lap at your heat. The feeling of his hit tongue was like adding salt to the wound, but he made it better by holding your hand during the whole process.

Moans broke from your throat as you were fully crying. “You okay, baby?” Ricky asked as he pressed soft kissed to your lower lips. He already knew the answer, though. “keep going, please” he couldn’t refuse you as your sweet pussy was pulsating in front of him.

It didn’t take you long to cum, squirting everywhere on the blonde boy’s face. You felt embarrassed but he quickly licked around his mouth and cleaned you up. “You’re so sweet, my dear. can you give me another one?” he caressed your thigh as you shook your head. Ricky lifted himself up and started kissing your face. “You did so well, my baby. love you so much”

#harunade #zb1 hard hours #zb1 x reader #zb1 hard thoughts #harunade ricky #harunade’s 🐾#ricky x reader #ricky hard hours #zb1 smut

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redroomwidows · 1 year

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HELLO I HAVE A REQUEST!!

james comforting female reader during her period. like, poor baby is confused as to why fem reader locked him out of her dormitory and refuses to see anyone but lily:( mans is ripping his hair out during potions class but not bc he has no clue wtf is going on in potions, but bc he just wants to know why his sugarplum is ignoring him:(((

drabble, fem!reader and james are romantic interests!

if any of these goes against your boundaries, feel free to ignore this! ily❤️

it is your lucky day, i’m on my period and am in pain and grumpy so am in the perfect position to write this. Not a lot of comforting lol. More of a funny fic.

warnings: mentions of food and eating

James Potter x fem! reader with a period!

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James was worried. Concerned. Scared. Had he done something wrong? Was he rude? Did he forget something?

“Potter,” Slughorn starts from the front of the class “Eyes on the board” James nods apologetically and looks up. Y/n haden’t spoken to him all day, haden’t kissed him all day. Sure they’d only been dating for a few weeks. but he was clingy, he knew it.

That morning, Lily had grabbed Y/n some toast from the breakfast table and rushed back upstairs. Breakfast was when James his morning kiss and cuddle. At lunch, neither Lily nor Y/n had showed up and now in potions, Y/n wasn’t present. Slughorn doesn’t mention it and so James knows she must have sent a letter down to him.

Wait is she dying? What if she’s dying? What if she’s really unwell? James runs his hands through his hair for what is almost definitely the 50th time that lesson, and a strand of his hair falls into the potion in front of him…Causing flames to burst put of the pot.

“Potter!”

Dinner came around fairly quickly after James had escaped Slughorn’s clasroom, he rushed down to the Great Hall and found Y/n sat at the end, by herself.

“Hey pretty lady,” he greets and she looks up, a small smile coming to her face James goes in for a hug but Y/n doges him, noticing his pout.

“Sorry Jamie, i’m on my period and just…” she sighs “Can’t do the whole talking and loving thing,” she looks right harshly “Or Sirius’ eating,” James laughs “Also you smell like smoke,”

“Long story,”

“Tell me tomorrow,”.

#james potter x reader #marauders x reader #the marauders x reader #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n

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morayoflight · 2 years

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JADE BUTLER SIGN ME UP-

Okay but listen. It’s only a matter of time before reader and Jade start pinning for one another. But how would Jade react to some rando trying to court reader during a fancy party? Like trying to ask them to dance when they’re clearly not comfortable?

Ofc feel free to ignore this but thank you for reading :))

Hi anon! Thank you for requesting this! Somehow, I ended up writing an entire fic instead of just headcanons. I hope that's okay TvT

Butler!Jade reacts to someone trying to court the reader

*Gender-neutral terms for reader are used

Synopsis: You attend an acquaintance's party with Jade and someone happens to have their eye on you

Word Count: 1437

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Jade may be your butler, but he also performs a multitude of roles for you-- one of them is being your chaperone to parties such as this.

If you were allowed to be honest, you weren't excited about this party at all. It was something you had to attend out of courtesy, trying to keep up the family image, yada yada.

So, you chose to loiter in corners with Jade instead.

Jade, with that ever so pleasant smile of his, follows you everywhere like a dog leashed to his master. He would, from time to time, lean down and whisper to you the names and titles of the other lords and ladies who wished to extend their greetings.

You couldn't care less about those people, so you never remembered them. Jade knew this day would come, so he took it upon himself to memorize basic information on every single person you've met in the parties you've attended in the past.

Honestly, where would you be without him?

Jade practically knew everyone in the room, and that is why his vision dimmed when he spotted a certain lord walking towards your direction

"Ah, a wonderful evening, (Name)! It is a fancy meeting you here," the man says, taking your hand to place a kiss on top of it. You were laughing albeit nervously, trying to be polite, but Jade caught the way your body tensed up a bit.

Oh, how badly he wanted to drag you away from this situation. Alas, he was just a mere butler and could not risk tarnishing your honor all because of a servant's misconduct. He does value his reputation only for your sake.

Instead, his smile grew wider when the lord sent a nonchalant nod of acknowledgement to his direction. It was the kind of close-eyed smile he did whenever he was cooking up sinister plans in his head.

The lord in question was none other than a bothersome man who has been relentlessly pursuing you ever since that one party weeks ago.

He has sent you many things. From flowers, to lengthy romantic letters and lavish gifts, Jade has seen them all and he could not be more than happy enough to throw them out for you everytime you exhaled a big sigh and asked for them to be removed.

"Have you been standing here like a wallflower all this time? Have some fun! Here, why don't we dance?" the lord offers a hand to you, clearly expecting that you would indulge his invitation.

Instead, you stared at his open palm, and fiddled with your own hands.

"L-look, my lord, I am terribly sorry but I don't think I can--"

"Nonsense! It has been so long since I last gazed upon you. You will grant me the honor of spending a fraction of your night with you, yes?" He completely cut your words off, grabbing your hand and prepared to drag you off to the dance floor. Now this was exactly your problem with this suitor, he is most assertive and inconsiderate.

Your head immediately spun to Jade, eyes screaming for help.

How. dare. he.

This abominable swine.

This display of utter disrespect to his master set Jade's blood at boiling point that with one swift movement, he came between you and this poor excuse of a gentleman.

Jade's gentle hands are on your shoulders, his back facing the man as he blocks you from eyesight with his tall stature. Looking back at the young lord, Jade smiles again.

"I apologize, my lord. My master has been feeling unwell."

The man raises an eyebrow suspiciously as he tries to peer at you past your butler.

"They seemed fine to-"

"My goodness! (Name), you are looking a bit flushed. Here, let me check your temperature," Jade exclaims, his voice laced with worry and concern, and maybe a bit of exaggerated dramatization. But it was enough to baffle the man who staggered back in confusion.

Jade removes a glove and places his bare hand on your forehead, giving him an excuse to lean down and come closer to your ear. He starts whispering abruptly.

"Pretend to faint. Now, if you will excuse me,"

Before you could even ask him what was going on, Jade discreetly trips your leg with his foot and you find yourself falling to his arms. Remembering what he'd whispered, you close your eyes shut and pray that your acting was just as good as your butler's.

"(Name)! A-are they alright?" The man frantically shuffles closer, but Jade heaves you into his arms and faces the other direction before the young lord could even touch you.

"They will be fine, my lord. Perhaps the party’s atmosphere is starting to weigh down on them. I truly do apologize, but I need to take my master home. I worry for their health, you see" Jade sighed, his eyebrows creased with pretend concern as he cradles you closer to his chest.

The man coughs and straightens his back.

"O-of course! I value their health too. Yes, do see to it that they are returned home safely. Then, I shall head back.”

Oh, how unreliable, Jade thought. This young lord could only pretend to be dignified but can do no good for his master. He did not even ask to come and escort them out. If he was so worried, he would at least want to send off the person he is so romantically interested in?

As expected of a failed, incompetent gentleman.

Men who are shaken by the slightest of troubles do not deserve a place in his master's life or heart. They would not be able to protect such a precious existence.

“Ah, before I forget…” Jade starts, halting the lord’s receding steps.

He meets the man’s eyes with a cold, unfeeling stare. Jade’s heterochromatic irises tore through the young lord’s gaze. A predator assessing its prey, preparing to lunge. It was enough to send shivers down the latter’s spine.

“My master possesses a kind and fragile heart, and I often find this to be a weakness but–”

Jade pauses, feeling a slight pinch in the middle of his stomach just where your hand rested. How fond, he thought, sending you a second-long loving gaze before fixating an even more hostile glare at the young lord. His soul must certainly be terrified now.

“Allow me to say this in their stead. They would very much prefer it if you kept your distance from them. No, in fact, this is my suggestion: please refrain from contacting my master for the rest of your life, for your sake.”

Satisfied with himself, Jade smiles and politely bids the stunned, trembling lord a good night.

Indeed, it was always fun disposing of hindrances for his master.

It was not only until the coast was clear, and you had been placed safely inside the carriage did you crack one eyelid open.

Jade claps his hands, his smile a pleasant one.

"Splendid acting, my lady/lord."

You rolled your eyes and shifted in your seat.

"Please, I merely pretended to faint. It was you who did all the work, so thank you, Jade."

"I am humbled by your words," Jade places a hand to his chest, bowing his head slightly.

But still, so much for a party. You wanted to wait for dessert and it was the entire reason why you stuck around for so long. How disappointing.

Jade, ever so attentive, sensed your low spirits and cleared his throat to get your attention.

"For tonight's dessert after dinner, we will have (favorite dessert)."

It was exactly the thing you have been waiting for at the party. You stared at him in surprise and started laughing.

"Ah, really. What will I do without such a competent butler? This is why I like you, Jade!"

Your butler smiled, not hiding how pleased he is by your sentiment.

"I like you too."

"What?" Your laughter died in a split-second and you stared at Jade with your eyes too wide and mouth agape.

Jade snickered. Mischief glimmered in his eyes at the sight of his lovely master looking like a deer caught in headlights. He does enjoy teasing you once in a while.

He certainly wasn't taking advantage of the fact that you were so forgiving and lenient towards him.

"For being an easily pleased and easily flustered master, that is. Fufu. I do enjoy simple people."

Heat traveled up from your neck to your ears. Out of embarrassment or anger, you didn't know. But you swore you looked as red as a tomato right now.

"Jade!"

But maybe, just maybe, your loyal butler meant every single word after all.

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

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gucciwins · 2 years

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if you’re into it,

this is me kindly requesting a writing piece about h choking because I am UNWELL after seeing that clip from Amsterdam

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

because you asked so nicely 😉 it's 2k enjoy, amores

Harry was buzzing.

The show was a success. The crowd was loud and giving. You couldn't believe you were lucky enough to be there. As much as you love side stage, there's something special about being in the crowd blending in with the fans because no one has a clue to who you are.

They don't know you're the girl he comes home to after the end of each tour. They don't know you're the girl he calls when he's missing home. They don't know you're the girl that gets him in their bed each night. They don't know you're the girl he sings about each night and that you'd do anything for him in a heartbeat.

Harry loved the games you played, always leaving him craving more. It made for a much more exciting night when you kept him right on the edge of giving him everything. Tonight, before the show, you had helped him dress. You told him to go with just the tank top tonight, but he countered with not doing that, knowing how jealous you could get, especially when fans speak of him so provocatively.

He was yours. And no one else's.

Harry liked playing your game of hide and seek. You hid in the crowd, and he tried his best to find you. It was always a competition, and so far, he was winning. See, whoever found the other got to be in charge for the night in bed. And well, you were always up for tying Harry up.

Tonight you were aiming to win.

"He's alright, ain't he?" You ask the pink-haired person next to you.

"Not my type," they respond, "my girlfriend adores him; that's why I'm here." The pink hair person gestures to a petite person a few steps away from you, rainbow boa around their neck paired with an all-denim jumpsuit.

You giggle, "keep him humble, huh."

"Some of us have to be immune." That you could agree with, but safe to say you weren't one of them as you had fallen for his charm.

"Cheers," you raise your drink to them.

"Chloe."

"Y/N."

"Cheers, Chloe."

"Cheers, Y/N."

You sway to the song's ending when Harry makes his way to the end of the runway where he can see the back of the pit, right where you are.

"Lot's of chit chat back here, aye," Harry points at you and your new friend, and you know you've been spotted. "Am I not interesting enough?"

The fans cheer as Harry looks at Chloe and you. You gesture for Chloe to speak, who looks starstruck as their partner holds on tightly to their arm.

"Umm, well–" they look at you to save them.

You let out a laugh before waving at him. "Sorry, I was curious about their hair," you yell. "Wanted to know if they did it themselves or at a salon."

Harry raises his eyebrow in surprise, but you know him well enough to know he's holding back a laugh. "Well?"

"Well, what?" You reply this is the first time he's acknowledged you in the crowd.

"What was their answer?"

You gesture for Chloe to give their response, "my girlfriend did it. She's a cosmetologist."

"Very well. I quite like it as well. We'll carry on now." Harry turns, walking down the catwalk. "Remember eyes on me. It is my show."

It seems you have lost.

Seeing Harry onstage, you knew you'd be in for a hell of a night. His moves were more sensual than ever. You felt your panties dampen as he dragged his hand down his body. Your breath hitched as Harry choked himself during 'Keep Driving.' The touches and moans were getting more out there, and you knew each one was for you. He wanted to have you begging by the time he got off stage. You wouldn't give in so easily.

The show was over, and after giving Harry a big hug, you were ushered into Harry's car, careful of watchful eyes as you've seen the videos of other shows. Not even three minutes later, Harry is ushered in, and the car is driving away.

"There's my love." Harry greets you with a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Nice job out there, rockstar."

"I aim to please," he teases.

You scoot closer wanting to be touching him and him touching you. You place your hand in his lap, squeezing three times. Harry presses a kiss to your cheek but doesn't say more, and you continue. You moved your hand up his thigh, and when you were about to slide it over, he placed his hand on top of yours, stopping you.

"Not tonight, honey."

You try your best not to pout, but you fail when you hear Harry sigh. Harry lifts your face to look at him, pressing a quick kiss to your pouty lips, "gave it to you good this morning and after lunch, and you still want more. Greedy, baby."

"Sorry, H." Your frown deepens. "Not tonight. Got it."

And you leave it at that.

Or so you thought.

You head back to your hotel room for the night and go to the bathroom where you would change for the night, wanting to rinse before bed. You managed to remove your jeans and top when you heard Harry calling for you.

"Baby," Harry calls out, "will you come here?"

"Yes, H?" You paddle hair up and out of your face and make-up, all wiped away.

Harry sits on the bed's edge in the white tank top and his boxers. His legs are spread wide open, and you see him palming himself—your breath hitches at the sight in front of you. You see how hard he's getting, and you're close to getting on your knees, ready to take him in your mouth.

“Baby,” you choke out, stepping closer.

Harry shakes his head, halting you in your path to get to him.

“You weren’t a good girl today, were you, baby,” he’s not asking you; he’s telling you.

“H, please,” you plead.

You can feel how soaked your panties are.

Harry extends his hand, asking you to come to him, and as you go to sit on his lap, he shakes his head, pushing your shoulder down gently to tell you to get on your knees.

“I found you tonight.” You nod. “What does that mean, baby?”

“That you won,” you breathe out.

“That’s right, and since you’re a filthy girl who loves everything I give her, I have to decide what not to give you tonight.” Harry’s voice is strict but filth with lust.

You know what he means. You know what you’re going to be crying and begging for at the end of the night.

“You’re going to come when I tell you.”

You whimper, clenching your thighs together.

“Awe, does my baby not like the sound of that?”

You nod your head.

“Maybe you’ll learn to be a good girl,” he purrs.

Tonight is all about Harry, and when your only job is to please him, there’s no way you weren’t going to have fun. Harry let you take him out of his boxers and throw them over your shoulder as you stare at his hard cock, ready for you.

“Come on, baby. Make me cum.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You lean in, kissing the tip of his cock. Harry hissed at the touch of your lips. You smirk, knowing he was giving you more power than he thought. You spit on your hand and then begin to move your hand back and forth on the base of Harry’s cock as his breathy moans fill the room.

“Mouth now, baby.”

Who are you to deny him? You take him in your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip as you take him in deeper. Harry grips your hair, making you take in more of him down your throat. His groans urge you on letting you know you’re doing good. Your hand moves to play with his balls as you know Harry, one who loves attention and how much closer it brings him to the edge.

You know Harry’s close when he pushes your head down further. Luckily one of your favorite things is taking Harry down the throat that you know he isn’t close to pushing your limit. You feel him tense, and you’re ready to swallow when he pulls you back.

“Harry,” you moan.

“Naughty girls, don’t get to see me come.”

You pout, not liking mean Harry.

“On the bed.”

Harry, ever the gentleman helps you up, checking in to see if you are alright and when you nod, he continues. You lay on the bed as Harry gets on top of you, looking down at your body in appreciation. Harry sat you up for a second to get rid of your bra and panties.

He smirks as he sees how wet you are.

“Did I get you this wet?”

You nod your head.

“Verbal answer, baby.”

“Yes. Always this wet for you.”

Harry likes your answer because he leans down and begins to place kisses on your body. Your collarbones. Your hips. Your jaw.

“Kiss me,” you plead, missing his lips against yours.

“No kisses.”

“Harry,” you whine.

Anything but kisses.

“No,” Harry tells you again. This time no room for argument.

Harry trails a finger down your body causing chills to run through your body. You want something, anything. You’re in the palm of his hands, waiting to see what he will give you.

“Need you, H. I need you to fuck me.” You moan as he traces his index finger over your breast. “I want you to use me however you like.”

“That’s what I love to hear.”

Harry settles on your thighs, his hand snaking between you up to where you’re dripping wet. He runs a finger over your clit when you gasp and try to shut your legs, but he stops you continuing.

“Need to check if you’re ready.”

You both know you are. He wants to make you wait.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby. I want you to scream my name.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer when he lines himself up and pushes in. You gasp as he continues pushing in. You love how full you feel. Harry grunts holding on tight to your hips as he looks down, seeing how he slips in so easily, no resistance met.

“You were made for me,” you cry out.

“Course I was. No one else could keep up with how needy you are.”

You whine, knowing he loves when you’re needy. You know how much Harry loves that you crave for him because it’s the same for him.

“Brat,” he breathes out. “You’re clenching tight around me because I said you’re needy.” Harry pushes out and in again. His speed increases, and your breath gets tighter. “I love that you need me.”

Harry leans over you, your nails sinking into his shoulder as he pumps harder with no sign of slowing down.

“Close, I’m close.” You tell him.

That seems to be all he needs to remember why he’s in control tonight. He leaves one hand on the bed to keep him balanced and moves the other up your stomach and over your breast before settling over your throat.

Not an ounce of pressure.

“Harry. Harry,” your voice is broken. All you can say is his name.

His fingers skim over your throat, and you swallow hard because you want it wrapped around you.

“Please,” you beg.

Harry looks down at you, his green eyes full of lust and love. Love for you. Love to give you whatever you ask for. He gently kisses the corner of your mouth before placing his hand on your throat. It fits perfectly; he hasn’t added an ounce of pressure, but you nod, and it’s all the confirmation he needs. You feel your breathing slow down as he pumps harder. You know Harry loves his hand around your throat. You love the control and trust you give him.

There’s no way you won’t come now. As he takes long, hard thrusts, you feel every part of you fighting back a release.

“Come for me,” you barely breathe out.

Harry shakes his head.

Fuck.

His hand around his throat is his favorite sight, and you know he’s just savoring it.

Harry continues as your moans and grunts mix around the roam with the slapping of your skins.

“I love you, baby,” Harry tells you, squeezing your throat three times. “Now come.”

Your hand moves to rest on top of his, head thrown back and eyes shut as you feel a warm rush go through you, soon followed by Harry’s release. He lets his body fall on yours, careful not to drop all his weight. His hand moves from your neck and pushes your stray hair back.

You blink your eyes open slowly, “there’s my girl.”

“Harry. My Harry.”

“That’s right, baby.”

You smile and kiss his shoulder, letting him tug you close to his chest.

“Round two in the shower?” Harry asks against your sweaty skin.

“Always.”

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goldendoodlerlockerlove · 6 months

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Are y'all ready to see my updated wall of art??

But Doodler, won't you have to take all of that down when you have to move out of your dorm for the summer??

Hush. Let me have this. I worked too hard for this beautiful art wall, and I don't want to think about when I'll have to take it down yet.

I'm going to go from the top left all the way to the bottom right, tag every artist who made all the art you see here, and give a little backstory to the art!!

--Starting at the top left, we have Gene as Cat Stevens, which is an adorable sketch that @koko-raccoon made for me for Halloween when I invaded their inbox for trick-or-treating.

--This is a mini-comic I just Commissioned from @drawthethingdoppelganger of Gene and my Bob's Burgers OC, Alexis. I gave her the roughest and most rushed reference sketch to work with, and she did an incredible job. I'm never getting over the fact that she put a Mickey Mouse on Alexis' shirt and a music note on Gene's overalls. It's so beautiful and perfect and adorable and precious and--

--Here's a sketch I requested from @jae-is-drawing of Bob and Linda in the rain and Linda giving Bob a lil' kiss on his cheek 🥺 They seriously went above and beyond for this sketch, it's so freaking gorgeous and sweet. I can't believe they laid down colors, and did some shading, and lighting too!! They're so talented.

--Then, below the Cat Stevens drawing, is another piece from @koko-raccoon that they surprised me with. They made an adorable piece of my Gravity Falls, OC, Maggie, and her younger, triplet siblings, Dipper and Mabel!! It's the cutest thing ever, I'm so obsessed.

--Then we've got a sketch request that I got from @devilh0rnsinc, and it's so freaking adorable!! I asked them to draw Gene and Alexis sharing a milkshake, and they delivered. I can't stop thinking about them going on a milkshake date now.

--Then, below the Mystery Triplets piece, we've got a Commission I got from @alyssaerin of my sister's and my Animal Crossing characters, who is an extremely sweet and talented artist. I have to thank her once again for being so patient with me throughout the process of when I Commissioned her because I had to cancel my first request, and then when I actually got a request moving, I was a bit picky about the details, pfffft. But it turned out amazing and wonderful.

--Next to that, we've got another @drawthethingdoppelganger piece, and this piece she completely surprised me with. She drew up this fantastic, gorgeous, and colorful piece of Gene (inspired by AJR) and dedicated it to me!! I'm still not over it. Look at his wonderful, flowy hair and his outfit!!

--Then, we've got a Gravity Falls piece I Commissioned from @itscalliebeanie (she's only on Instagram, she doesn't have a Tumblr), of my OCs Maggie and Sydney being adorable dorks together. It came out so sweet and it makes me so happy looking at it. I adore Sydney's guitar. She also did such a good job drawing the shoes!!

--Then we've got the first piece I Commissioned from DT, which yes, I am still not over. It's Bob and Linda based on my "Linda is deaf" AU, and takes place during the episode Something Old, Something New, Something Bob Caters For You, which explains the super cute outfits. But if you've seen my Tumblr at all, you already know all of this, as I've rambled about this piece way too much. But she just did the greatest job on it. Their expressions?? The way you can see Bob signing "yes" with his hand?? Perfect. No notes.

--Next to that, we've got a Boblin piece that DT sketched up and dedicated to me and it makes me so 🥺 Look at them being so happy together. I swear, I am so unwell about Boblin.

--And finally, at the very bottom, we've got a piece I Commissioned from @carnivaldemon of Gene and Alexis. It came out so cute I actually squealed, giggled, and kicked my legs when she sent it to me. The way Alexis is holding an ice cream cone and has a heart on their shirt?? The way Gene is wearing overalls and holding his keyboard and leaning over to kiss Alexis on the cheek?? I can't. Yes, all of those things are things I specifically requested, but still--

#art wall #i'm sure there are even more pieces i could've printed out and put on here but i'm going to run out of space--#i just want to give a HUGE thank you and shoutout to all of these incredibly talented artists who drew/dedicated art pieces to me #it genuinely means so much to have so many amazing artists put their all into making art for me #this probably won't be the last you'll be seeing of me artists because i'll probably be invading your dms and asking for another piece #also if you can afford it PLEASE commission all of these artists because they're amazing. especially dt

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teabights · 2 years

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Hey can I request a big Joseph Quinn fluff, when he’s sick and he’s being very needy? <33

Love your writing btw :)

Sick White Man of the Month

This is for you @munsonsposts (Sorry this took so long)

Summary: Joseph got sick from overworking and now you have to step in and force him to take a break.

AN: this is a request. There isnt a lot of him being needy, but i tried.

You notice as the days go on how his voice grew quieter and a bit more hoarse. You see him walking around the hot house in the sweater that he usually wears when it's freezing. You notice how pale he was starting to look. You still saw him go to interviews, even though he could barely speak. It wasn't until he almost passes out during one of his photoshoots that makes you step in.

"You're done… You're sick, Joseph." You say as you look at him, sitting on the little couch they had.

"I have to finish this sh-." His voice gives out.

"Joseph, you have to take care of yourself first. These shoots and interviews can wait. You can barely speak. You literally almost passed out." You say as you take his hand. "Just because you became the world's new It boy, doesn't mean you have to do everything. Let me talk to them…"

"But, we still have like a couple more…" he starts to argue.

"Yeah, but you're about to drop dead." You argue back.

You lean over to give a kiss to his burning hot forehead. You let out a small worrisome sigh before you walk off to find the person running the shoot.

"Do you guys have a decent amount of pictures? I don't think he can physically handle much more." You ask the director of the shoot.

"Yeah, we should, let me look over them real quick." The director says as they walk over to look at all the pictures they have just taken.

"Thank you. I knew he was feeling a little unwell, I didn't realize he was that unwell." You say to them.

"We should be good. I am sure we can get him for a follow up shoot later if we need it." They say.

"Thank you so much." You walk back to Joseph.

"Okay, get changed, we are leaving." You tell him.

"But—" He tries to argue.

"Joseph Anthony Francis, they said they were good. You almost passed out. There is no arguing. I am getting you a ride to the hotel and I am going to get you some medicine. You need to rest my dear boy." You say.

"Can you get me like a butternut squash soup and some of that white gatorade…cherry whatever?" He asks.

"Yes baby." You say.

"Then we can snuggle and watch a movie?" He asks.

"Yes." You say as you press another kiss to his forehead.

"Can you help me get changed? I think if I bend over I'll pass out." He admits to you.

He stands up. You take his hand tightly. You guys go off to the wardrobe. You help him slowly undress and redress. You apologize to everyone and get him a ride back to the hotel, telling the one security person that was going with him to make sure he gets to the room okay. You get in another car as they get you to the closest drug store. You look up and down the aisles, gathering everything he asked for and the medicine you knew he needed. You get back to the hotel after twenty more minutes. You get into the room and you see Joseph passed out in his clothes under the covers. You put down the bags on the counter. You move the covers to pull his pants off. You pull the covers back around him. You move to sit on the bed, taking care of the things on your phone. After about an hour and a half you hear a small ‘babeeeee’ whine come from the man next to you.

“Yes baby?” You ask.

“Did you get the soup?” He asks.

“Yes baby and the gatorade.” You say. “Let me get a dose ready for you and you can take some medicine and sip your gatorade. I’ll heat up the soup for you.”

“Thank you.” He mumbles.

You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. You get up from the bed. You start to pull out the dosage for him. You walk back to him with the collection of meds in your hand and a gatorade in the other.

“Thank you.” He says again as he sits up.

You hand him the medicine and the gatorade. “You’re welcome baby. You need to not spread yourself thin.”

He takes the medicine willingly. You walk off to start heating up the soup.

“Babbbbe?” You hear from the other side of the room. Your eyes dart over to him.

“Yes Joey?”

“I want snuggles.”

“You have to eat your soup first then I’ll snuggle you.”

“But…”

“Joseph…”

“Fine.”

“Thank you Joey. You need to get your strength up. We aren’t leaving this hotel until you feel better.”

“I wanna go home.”

“Joey…”

“....Sorry.”

You come back to him as his soup is heated up. You can hear the little whines that come from him. You use a towel to act like a tray, so he can’t burn himself. You sit down next to him. You watch him eat the soup slowly because it is hot. You lean against him, scrolling through all the channels on the TV to find a stupid movie to leave on. He finishes his soup over the course of like twenty minutes, mostly because he kept getting caught up watching the movie. You put his empty bowl on the bedside table. He whines as he sinks in his spot, leaning against you. You sink yourself so you can snuggle with him better. You play with his hair.

“I should had canceled.” Joseph whispers.

“I know, baby. It is okay. You were feeling fine when you took the job, you didn’t know you were going to sick” You coo.

“Yeah but…” He starts to rebuttal.

“There is no fame if you are too sick.” You cut him off with.

“I know… It’s so hard being…” He just chuckles a little.

“You’ve been white boy of the month for 3 months straight. Everyone loves you.” You say with a small eye roll.

“Mmm… it is so weird to be so vastly loved.” He mumbles.

“Yeah, but I love you more than anyone will ever love you.” You mutter.

“I know and I love you more than anyone will ever love you.” Joseph responds.

As much as you wanted to kiss him, you didn’t want to risk also getting sick. You opted for a kiss on his forehead. You hold onto him as you two proceed to watch the shitty movie. He passes out in your hold, soft snores emitting from him.

#Joseph Quinn #Joseph Quinn fan fic #Joseph QUinn Fan Fiction #Joseph Quinn fanfic #Joseph quinn fanfiction #Joseph Quinn Fluff

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When Love and Hate Collide: Chapter 12

Series Masterlist

Y/N jumped as she heard his voice. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Joe standing there.

“Mind if I have a word?”

She nodded at him and allowed him to lead her to a quieter corner, away from the roadies bustling about.

“Look,” He started, looking down at his feet. “I want to say I am sorry for ignoring you.”

“It’s fine Joe. I know you regret what happened so let’s just forget it yeah?” Y/N told him and went to walk away before Joe stopped her.

“No it’s not okay. I need you to know that I am really sorry..”

Y/N interrupted him before he could finish.

“Yes Joe, it is okay. I have to get back to work.” With that she left Joe standing on his own, not really knowing what to do.

Y/N didn’t say another word to Joe for the rest of the evening, wordlessly handing him his water during the show and only asking if he needed anything when asking everyone collectively.

Y/N went on to ignore him for the rest of their time in Tokyo and soon they found themselves travelling to Yokohama. They travelled by bus during the evening and slept there that night. The rest of the band could yet again feel the tension between the two.

Y/N stayed in her bunk for the evening as soon as they got on the bus, claiming to not be feeling very well. Rick went to go check on her a few times but she only emerged once the entire night to use the bathroom. When she was on her way back she bumped into Joe, who once again tried to speak to her, but she quickly made her excuses and went back to bed.

Sitting on the bus couch with a huff, Joe caught Sav’s attention. Sav, noticing that the rest of the band’s attention was elsewhere, quietly spoke to him.

“What’s going on Joe?”

“She won’t talk to me. At all.” Joe told him.

“Is that why she is in bed early?” Sav asked him, although he already knew the answer; it was obvious.

“Yeah. I don’t know how to get her to talk to me.” Joe confessed, looking at the bassist.

“Well, you had to expect some resistance from her.”

“What?”

Sav took one look at Joe’s confused face and decided to explain further. “You ran away from her after you kissed her. She is probably embarrassed and doesn’t want to dwell on it.”

“So how am I meant to talk to her?”

“Just keep trying Joe. The rest of us have tried but I think she will only listen to you.” Sav got up and said goodnight to everyone before heading off to bed himself, playing into Y/N’s ‘sickness’ fib and checking on her.

He crouched down and gently spoke to her through the curtain of her bunk before moving it aside.

“Hey Y/N, how’re you feeling?” Sav gently asked her. Y/N sighed.

“I’m fine, Sav, just feeling a bit sick.” She told him, technically not lying. She was feeling unwell due to everything that had happened.

“I spoke to Joe.” He whispered. “He told me what happened.”

Y/N quickly got out of her bunk and pulled Sav by his wrist further away from the others.

“What did he tell you?” She asked him, although she had a fair idea what it was.

“That he kissed you then ran away. Look Y/N, talk to him please.”

“I don’t know Sav…”

“Please. Just talk to him. Let him explain everything.”

The look on Sav’s face was enough to get Y/N to consider talking to Joe. She nodded at the bassist and he put his hand on her arm, giving her a comforting squeeze. He then left her to go back to bed whilst he went to get ready for sleep himself. On her way back to her bunk, she saw Joe looking at her. Giving him a weak smile, Y/N climbed back into her bed and let the movement of the bus lull her into a light slumber.

The next morning, Y/N checked the band into the hotel. Giving them all their room keys, she once again told them her room and what time they would have to be at soundcheck the next day. Technically, unless the band needed anything, it was her day off. Y/N planned on spending the day on her own, however that plan was soon squashed by a knock on her door.

Y/N tripped on her suitcase and stumbled the rest of the way to the door as she went to answer it, face going completely red in the process feeling mortified despite no one seeing her trip. When she opened the door, she was face to face with Joe. The shock added to the redness in her face.

“Are you alright?” Joe questioned her when he saw her.

“Uhh, yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” She smiled, slightly out of breath.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I uh, tripped over my suitcase.” Y/N looked down as she confessed that and opened her door slightly so Joe could see her clothes thrown halfway across the floor.

Joe held back his laughter at this, sensing her shame.

“How can I help you Joe?” Y/N asked him, desperate to change the subject.

“We need to talk.” Joe told her simply, getting straight to the point.

“I know.” She agreed, finally looking him in the eye. “Come in.”

Joe hesitated for a second before stepping into her room. Y/N shut the door behind him and led him over to the sofa that was in her room.

“Sav told me you might be leaving the tour.” Joe said as he sat down next to her.

“Might being the operative word.” Y/N told him as she let out a sigh. “Look Joe, I don’t know what I am going to do but we can’t carry on like this. Me leaving might be the solution.”

“It won’t.” Joe quickly added. “It’s not you that is the problem.”

“And I get that, but it’s not like you can leave, is it? Mal has given me an out if I want before my contract becomes permanent for the rest of the tour.”

“You shouldn’t have to leave your job though. The guys all love you and we will all miss you if you go.”

“I’m sure any replacement will be just as good as me, Mal won’t have it any other way.”

“You say that as if you have already made a decision.” Joe mumbled.

“I haven’t.”

“Then please don’t go. At least consider staying.”

“I’ve thought of almost nothing else.” Y/N confessed. “I promise I’ll think about it alright. Why don’t you go get some rest. You have another show tomorrow.” Y/N told him, effectively ending their conversation. Joe nodded and stood up, his hand brushing against hers. He looked into her eyes as he raised his hand slowly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“See you later.” Joe whispered as he moved away from her, walking out of her room, Leaving Y/N with her heart pounding.

#def leppard #joe elliott #joe elliott x reader #when love and hate collide fic #when love and hate collide chapter 12 #ellen's fic

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small details that have me Fucked Up upon my first viewing of the first three episodes (kinda in order but not really):

in stede’s dreams he and ed tackle each other to the ground hugging and then lie next to each other in the sand

ed eating frosting off his knife during the wedding raid

izzy’s weak “unhand me” but not fighting back when fang hugs him, his whimpering and failed attempts not to cry.

jim using they/them for the wooden boy. just everything about that scene tbh. archie’s litre smile in the background. fang’s tears turning into giggles. it’s perfect.

pete tackling lucius in a hug followed by their tearful reunion kiss. i’m eating so fucking good rn

ed crying in the auxiliary wardrobe lying on a pelt, then tipping the stede cake topper out the broken window, then his own. everything about that scene.

how casually ed shoots izzy when he says the reason the ship is fucked is because of ed’s feelings for stede. ed doesn’t even look, just nods as he turns away and does it.

the whole fucking scene where ed says he had a dream that izzy killed him. how it’s almost intimate but in a fucked up and heartbreaking way, because he knows izzy loves him and knows that he cant love izzy how he wants him to. ed standing with his back to the bed with his arms spread.

ed individually breaking off each knob of the steering wheel rather than taking the whole thing off. jim reaching for archie when she’s sliding down the deck in slow motion. just everything about the fucking storm scene tbh. i’m unwell

jim immediately saying “i kissed someone” upon reuniting with oluwande. something sooo tender yet so heartbreaking about that whole interaction

“girl, how are you?”

stede showing how well he knows ed, following by izzy admitting that it wasn’t just stede’s fault, that he also hurt ed. not an izzy apologist but idk man just something about it

stede not being able to say anything about ed’s murder to izzy because izzy is the one who lied to his face about it

stede taking all of the knives out of the walls one by one

stede handing out the towels and knocking that guard out with it was such a fucking power move tbh i did NOT see that shit coming

izzy reaching across fang to stop buttons from talking while they’re escaping

stede carefully treading across the water in the room where ed is resting. taking the cloth over his face off as though it might burn him. holding his head to his hands as if in prayer while apologizing.

ed’s fingers twitching as he awakes. as if begging to be held. the look of absolute love he has for mermaid stede in his dream

in conclusion i am not surviving this season :-)

#ofmd s2 #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #season two

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The Lily Shall in Love Delight | Oneshot

Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Bridgerton (post-series)

Summary: Anthony finds his attention scattered by the elusive scent of lilies as he works on estate business, only to discover that Kate had planned it that way all along. Length/Warnings: 1,997 / tw: pregnancy | fingering, PiV sex MINORS DNI

The Lily Shall in Love Delight

Ever since Kate had told him of her pregnancy, Anthony’s mood had swung wildly between concern for her welfare and elation at the coming addition to the family. It had been two days, and already the two of them had fought over whether to cut down on their attendance at society events. Kate had argued that it was early on, and this would be her last season without children. Anthony had pointed out that--

He scratched his head. The reasons which had been so important to him at breakfast had fled his mind after a morning meeting with the estate manager from Aubrey Hall and luncheon with friends at the club. Now he was seated at his desk, ready to put those early morning decisions into practice, and his mind was suddenly scrambled with thoughts of his wife.

Anthony leaned back in his chair and rested a hand at his chin. He was still adjusting to such things, eight months into his marriage. Kate’s influence in his life was as the woman herself: wonderful and vexing, comforting and infuriating, and every moment fascinating. Letting out a sigh, he scooted forward in his seat and picked up one of the ledgers.

Not five minutes later, his mind was drifting again, this time wondering what changes he had to look forward to with the pregnancy. Last year, Simon had mentioned something about Daphne’s eating habits before Anthony had protested that he had no interest in such knowledge. Now though, he wondered if desiring delicacies during pregnancy was specific to all pregnant women.

It would be delightful to see Kate’s face after a disagreement if he silenced her with one of the things she’d been craving.

Frowning at his tendency toward distraction today, Anthony refocused his efforts on his work. It was nearly an hour later when he gathered up his papers and caught a whiff of something that immediately sent his mind spinning again. He looked around for the source of the scent, such as a vase of flowers, but saw nothing. Anthony even got up to see if Kate had been lurking at the doorway to watch him, but there was no one there.

He stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips for a while, contemplating the mystery, until Kate swept into the room looking beautiful as ever. She handed over a letter that must have just arrived. Naturally, he leaned over for a kiss, but she pulled away far too soon.

“Are you feeling unwell?” he asked. That earned him a look.

It probably wasn’t healthy, the way those looks of hers made him want to retire immediately to the bedroom with her.

“Read your letter, or I shall be forced to admit to Edwina that I should have waited to tell you about the baby,” Kate told him.

“Nonsense,” Anthony scoffed, opening the page. It was a missive confirming the viability of one of the things he’d suggested at the meeting that morning. He made his way to his desk and moved some things so he could place it with the packet of papers related to the estate. As he did so, he caught the smell of lilies again, pausing to take a long sniff of enjoyment.

When he opened his eyes, Kate looked decidedly guilty.

“I am off to prepare for tonight, then,” she said quickly, turning to walk toward the doorway. On a whim, Anthony dashed after her, catching her by the waist and turning her in his arms so he could crowd her up against the wall beside the door. In the back of his mind, he congratulated himself for having moved the small table which had stopped him from doing the same a month ago.

“What did you do?” he asked her, testing his guess that she had something to do with the smell he kept detecting.

“Let us see. Today, I woke early to eat breakfast with my husband, and then spent two hours arranging the event planned at Bridgerton House with your mother. Then, I called on my sister and her husband ahead of his trip to Oxford, and had lunch there. After that, I--”

Anthony had run his fingers up her arm when she’d started her impudent answer, but she had been undaunted. Kate only stopped speaking when he interrupted her with a kiss; she tipped her head sideways and slid her hand up into his hair the way he loved. When he gentled the kiss and brushed his nose against hers affectionately, she met his eyes with her beautiful dark ones.

“I tried something,” she admitted.

“Did you hide dried flowers in my desk somewhere?”

“After a fashion,” she said, gently pushing him back so she could show him. Anthony watched as she moved his papers carefully, preserving the piles he’d made, until she let out a little noise of satisfaction and picked up a page he didn’t recognize, handing it over.

“What--” he started, but then he smelled them. Lilies. Lifting it to his nose, he recognized the scent of her soap immediately, but there was no indication of how she’d achieved such a thing.

She could see his confusion, and for a split second, Anthony thought she might keep the knowledge to herself, but then she reached out her hand for the paper. Turning it over, she laid it on the desk and took his hand in hers, running his fingers lightly across it. He could feel barely perceptible lines.

“I rubbed my soap onto the page. I thought it might calm your mind.”

“Since when were thoughts of you ever calming?” Anthony teased, shifting to arc an arm around his wife and nuzzle his nose into her hair. Her thoughtfulness and ingenuity never ceased to amaze him, and true to form, this action of hers also included a dose of exasperation. “I spent a third of my time ruminating on our life together instead of being productive, wife! I expect compensation,” he murmured into her ear, tugging her arm so that it was draped over his shoulder.

“Does it dampen your enthusiasm to find out I hoped for such a result?” she whispered into his ear as Anthony reached down to pick her up.

He looked at her skeptically as he started for the stairs. Lady Kate Bridgerton was masterful when she employed her look of innocence, however. It stood up to his sternest expression.

“Look at the time, my lord, if you do not believe me,” she told him after a long pause, settling her lips on his neck.

“Both of my hands are occupied, and we are on the stairs!” he protested.

“So I should not do this?” Kate asked, nibbling on his ear.

He stopped, three steps from the hallway. “Kate, you are with child. We will do this on the bed or not at all,” he groaned, awash with vexation and desire. Anthony had never confessed to her how much he wanted to see her angled above him as he touched her intimately on the staircase.

“Tell me how your mother managed to have eight children if your father kept her confined to barely any activity each time!” she fumed, turning her head away from him. It was likely meant as a punishment, but it gave him a faceful of her black curls.

Her words at least halted the way lust had clouded his judgment. Reminding a man of his parents would do that. Anthony resumed his climb, striding swiftly into their bedroom and depositing Kate on the bed. As he suspected she would, she immediately got up, but started to undress herself rather than dressing him down for what she had termed his ‘overprotective nonsense about the baby’ the day before.

He started on his own clothing, stripping down to just his trousers before lounging on the bed to watch Kate finish with hers. She moved slowly and deliberately, ramping up his need for her, all without saying a word. He couldn’t see her expression, as she’d unpinned her glorious black hair. Finally, she was down to one or two underthings-- but to Anthony’s dismay, Kate moved to don the first layer of the gown she was to wear that evening!

“What are you doing?” he asked, confused. Was there a chance she wanted to wear part of the evening’s outfit during the coming encounter in order to titillate him throughout the ball? He was intrigued.

“Oh, so the viscount is less interested in the process of putting on a woman’s clothing than he is in taking it off?” Kate said archly.

Anthony marched over and set his hands on hers where she was tying her ribbons. “How far will you take this recalcitrance of yours?”

“That was far enough,” she said, melting into his arms.

He decided not to remove the few pieces of clothing she had left. Kate was wearing underthings with a wide opening between her legs, no doubt to ease difficulty when relieving herself-- but he liked them for a completely different reason. As he kissed her, Anthony found the gap, delving his fingers into her confidently as he angled their bodies backwards toward the bed. Kate gasped as his thumb brushed that place above her opening that sent her wild, her own hands scrambling at the ties for his trousers.

Soon, they were collapsing in a heap onto the bed, the angle causing Kate to make that hitching groan-gasp he loved so much. Anthony stopped long enough to shove off the rest of his clothing, letting out an agonized noise of his own when Kate shifted to make space, dragging her leg along his thigh in the process.

He sought to kiss her again and saw that she had gathered up her hair all on one side, smiling up at him in encouragement. Sinking into her while burying his face into the sweet-smelling mass of her hair was one of his favorite intimate activities.

“You will ruin me forever for rational thought in any and all gardens!” Anthony protested half-heartedly, but she shook her head and arched her back, using her legs to pull him closer to where she wanted him.

“Take your pleasure now, my lord, or I shall persuade the queen to theme her next gala on lilies and spend the evening watching you struggle to keep your composure,” Kate told him, grinning.

“You’d do it, too,” Anthony said, sliding home with an affectionate glare at her. He kissed her fiercely, their bodies moving together in such perfect time that he lost all capacity to speak. As he knew would happen, he couldn’t resist turning his head and breathing in the heady smell of lilies in his wife’s hair, accelerating his peak just by emotional association.

Not wanting to leave her behind, Anthony slipped his hand between them and circled his finger just above where they were joined, feeling her body clench around him. Kate’s caresses of his arms and chest grew more erratic, and finally she reached for him, kissing him with sweet abandon as she arched her hips with his every thrust.

Her plateau came first, allowing Anthony to watch as she was transfixed by pleasure, her lovely body shaking in his arms before he joined her. The scent of lilies surrounded him as he threw his head back, caught up in the need to thrust desperately until he was spent.

As always, Kate’s firm, reassuring touch brought Anthony back to himself, and he fell sideways beside her on the bed, tangling his hand in her hair.

“I had meant to calm you by association, Anthony, but I see now that I miscalculated,” Kate said, smiling ruefully as she rolled over to face him.

“I think I can spare the time and energy,” he allowed.

“I’ve proved another point, too, I think.” At his eyebrow lift, Kate said, “That was far more strenuous than dancing, don’t you think?”

The minx had outwitted him yet again.

#anthony x kate smut #bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton smut #anthony x kate #kate x anthony #kate sharma smut #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma bridgerton #established relationship #pregnancy #stupidly excited that i created that graphic out of a complete blank canvas--not a template!!

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Claire coming home and finding you in bed, passed out. She sneaks quietly downstairs to make you both supper before gently waking you with kisses peppered all over your face. "C'mon, my darling. You can go back to sleep after you eat. I'll even let you sit on my lap."

(I am. So tired. So. Brain thought is difficult, but Claire makes it so worth it.)

i also included a lil bit of this ask with this one!!: Claire holding you so impossibly close and letting you cling on to her after a particularly hard day of work.

tags: mentions of illness / being unwell, claire being the best gf ever, fluff.

i... i got carried away, let’s just say that. hope you enjoy!! xo (sending you lots of love and hugs!! hopefully you can get the rest you deserve!)

You’d been sent home early, you weren’t feeling very well. You hadn’t told Claire, rather taken public transport home so you didn’t bother her. The second you reached your shared home, you kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag by the door and headed upstairs straight to your bed. You promptly collapsed onto the bed sheets, falling asleep quickly due to your exhaustion.

Claire usually got a visit from you before you headed home but worried when she hadn’t seen you at all during the day. You’d have visited by now, but you had yet to grace her with your presence. When another colleague, Leanne, knocked on her door to hand her something, she asked about you, knowing you two worked together often.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? They got sent home early. They weren’t feeling very well and couldn’t stay here.”

Claire’s face dropped, worry etching into her features as she thought of you, at home, alone and unwell.

“Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day.” Claire asked as she rushed to grab her things, shoving them into her handbag and work bag hastily before putting her blazer back on and rushing out of the office. As she climbed into her car, she tried calling you but there was no answer. Her driver pulled away, watching his passenger with worry.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” He asked gently.

“Yes, yes,” she lied as he continued driving. All throughout the drive, she panicked, chewing her fingernails as they inched closer to your home. She loved sharing a home with you, loved waking up to you in her arms. You were her home. As he pulled into the driveway, she rushed out, yelling a quick thank you to her driver before unlocking the door. Your shoes and bag sat by the door, left haphazardly in your unwell daze. Claire cleared your shoes away, before taking her own off. She grabbed your bag before calling your name softly. There was no answer, so she headed up the stairs. Walking towards your shared bedroom, she smiled softly at your sleeping form. You always looked so beautiful when you slept. She left her bag and yours by the drawers near the door before crouching down in front of your face. She lightly brushed your hair away from your face, seeing your flushed complexion, you looked so worn out. She left a soft kiss on your nose before grabbing her comfy clothes and changing in your en-suite, not wanting to wake you at all. As she re-entered the bedroom, she grabbed a blanket from the basket at the end of your bed, draping it over your form before heading downstairs.

You woke slowly, feeling soft little kisses being placed along your face, from your temple down to your cheek to your jaw and back up again.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Can’t have you sleeping all evening baby,” that familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you smile softly. You opened your eyes to see Claire sitting on the bed next to you, a soft smile gracing her face.

“Hi, my sleeping beauty,” She greeted you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” you replied, sleep still evident in your voice.

“How’re you feeling? Leanne said you were sent home.” Claire was worried, she always was when your health and well-being were involved. She had every right to be worried too, you were her baby, she had to look after you.

“I’m feeling better, think I just needed sleep. You don’t have to worry so much, honey. I’ll be okay,” Claire’s lips met yours one more time, needing to feel you were okay.

“I promise, I’m okay,” you whispered against her lips.

“We’re staying home tomorrow, and for the whole weekend, okay?” Claire asked, although you knew it was more or less an order. Almost a doctor's order, and who were you to complain when your doctor was so gorgeous.

“Okay,” you agreed.

“Now, let’s get you into something more comfortable. I’ve made your favourite for dinner. C'mon, my darling. You can go back to sleep after you eat. I'll even let you sit on my lap.” Claire pulled you up gently so you sat up. She was gentle in every single movement, handling you with such care as she helped you change. Once you were changed, she led you downstairs and into the living room. Sitting you down on the couch, she left a gentle kiss on your lips before holding up two fingers, signalling she’d be back in two minutes. You curled yourself more into the jumper you wore, one of Claire’s old college hoodies that had become baggier and more worn-in with time. You buried your face into the sleeve, it smelled like Claire’s perfume, a smell that reminded you of home. Claire came back into the room, two plates in her arms with your favourite dinner. You smiled as she handed you one, the other left on the coffee table before she disappeared again, bringing your drinks back with her. You had tea, she had wine. As much as you wanted a glass, you knew you shouldn’t. The raging headache you would get wouldn’t be worth it. You both ate in comfortable silence, basking in the others’ company and enjoying the delicious meal she’d cooked for you. When you both finished, she took the plate from your lap and headed to the kitchen. When you followed, she ushered you back into the living room, gently telling you off for following.

“Baby, you’re too tired! Get comfortable on the couch, my darling. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I promise,” She gently sat you back down on the couch, kissing your nose. You grabbed her hand before she could leave you.

“But I want you here, with me. Please.” You pleaded gently, watching her smile grow.

“Two minutes, then you can have all the cuddles you want, my sweet. I promise. You can sit in my lap and have all the cuddles you want, baby.”

You agreed and let her go.

“Two minutes.” Claire reassured before disappearing back into the kitchen. You made yourself more comfortable, curling into the corner like you usually did but something was missing. You knew what it was immediately, it was Claire’s warmth. She was always so warm and gentle (aside from when you didn’t want her to be, but that’s a story for another day), cuddling with her made everything feel better, made everything feel right. You were so caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t realised Claire had returned until she began pulling you into her lap carefully. You leaned against her chest, arms wrapping around her neck as you burrowed your head into her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, not before she grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa, covering you both up so you remained warm.

“That’s better, isn’t it, baby?” Claire asked, feeling you nod against her shoulder. Claire grabbed the remote from the arm of the sofa, turning the tv on to find something to play as background noise. Once she’d settled on something, probably some random cooking show, she turned her attention to you, leaving little kisses on your forehead, nose and lips. Before long, you were fast asleep in Claire’s arms, looking forward to spending a full weekend with her, alone, with no distractions or events to attend. You looked forward to her undivided attention and love. God, you were so lucky. She thought she was incredibly lucky too, she loved you so much, and she would never fail to remind you and show you. No matter what, you were her baby, and you were more important to her than anyone else.

#i 💜 claire debella society #claire debella x reader #c: claire debella #our-blood-is-our-ink #debella2024!!!#kathryn hahn x reader

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