#SIMPING SIMPLING FOR THE SIMPING NEEDS OF SIMPLE SIMPS!

[simgaroop]

Nicely said and you made me realize what I miss the most from the days when I used to make custom content back in the early 2000s: The sense of community and sharing between the members with no reason but to spread the enthusiasm for our hobby/fandom. I have looked for new hobbies in recent years and it seems that everything is for profit thanks to influencer culture. Endless sponsored posts, patreon, memberships, advertising, it is overwhelming and feels like you can't truly enjoy the fandom/hobby unless you are willing to spend a ton of money. With the sims 2, I only needed the game, a simple photo editing software and the free tools from the community (SimPe, CatofEvilGenius Hair Binning tool, etc.) to spend hours and hours making hair retextures. Also, as you said, I am forever grateful to Neena Needles for her original textures and colors and to Azaya and Bosie at Garden of Shadows for their tutorials. If I got stuck doing something or needed a mesh, I knew that someone would help me sooner or later. Despite all the drama between Sims 2 players, that sense of community and sharing was awesome. I am so happy that it still exists today! I will always support free sites not because I do not value the time or effort I spent doing CC, but because at the end of the day I never intended to make it for profit. And behind every piece of CC there is a whole community effort.

A quick-ish guide to the culture of The Sims 2 modding community.

Are you new to The Sims 2 community? Are you coming from more modern games, either in The Sims franchise itself or other contemporary games? Are you excited to start your #brand and become a #simfluencer and post your #earlyaccesscontent to support your #sidehustle?

Have a seat, then! Let's chat.

Hello, friend! My name's Pooklet. I've been playing since 2004 and creating since 2007. I'm by no means an expert in most forms of content creation itself, but I've been around since the heyday of The Sims 2, I've watched how community opinions have shifted (or not) since practically the beginning, and I'm hoping to give you a basic outline of the community culture that you can expect to encounter as a newcomer.

A very brief history of Sims 2 content monetization:

People have been trying to monetize content since there has been content to monetize, all the way back in the days of The Sims 1. We tend to call them "pay creators" and their websites "paysites." Some big names in this arena include The Sims Resource (their free-with-ads model is a relatively recent development, which is why you will find people to this day calling them T$R), PeggySims, Newsea, and many others that you can find on this handy website:

Paysites Must Be Destroyed

Now, if you have a glance at that website, you might be saying to yourself:

"But, that's illegal! I own the copyright to my custom content!"

Alas, no! Due to the wording of the End User License Agreement for The Sims 2, no custom content creator owns their creations for this game (or The Sims 1, or 3, or 4, for that matter, but we're talking about 2 right now). It all belongs to EA at the end of the day, and by installing and playing the game, you have agreed to these terms. Which means you have no individual, protected copyright, and it is perfectly legal for someone to download your paywalled content and then reupload it for free for others to enjoy. And they will!

Furthermore,

You are not making anything alone.

Everything from modding resources, to tutorials, to the mods required to fix disastrous glitches in the game code and make it playable at all, to the third party programs used to make any and all custom content, such as SimPE—all of these have been provided to you for free by other creators, many of whom have a usage policy that asks that people not use their freely-provided tools to make a profit. Although no one can be forced to follow a creator's policy, it is generally considered good manners to not try to make a profit off of someone else's free work. And if you are using these tools to make paywalled content, that's exactly what you're doing.

Pay creators have been ignoring these policies since the beginning of time, and so free creators likewise ignore their policies against sharing their paywalled content. Pay creators have also tried lots of different ways to keep their content exclusive, everything from trying to track leaks with slightly altered files to actively filling their content with malicious code. It has never worked.

Free creators have always found a way around these barriers. In fact, it's taken as something of a challenge to undermine monetization efforts. As you can see from Paysites Must Be Destroyed, there are entire teams of players devoted to reuploading paywalled content for free.

A culture of sharing.

The Sims 2 is something of a time capsule. At 20 years old, it predates a lot of the hyper-capitalist hustle culture that has infested every creative hobby. It is from a time when monetization was an outlier rather than the norm, and a much maligned outlier at that. This attitude has persisted for 20 years. Believe me when I say, you won't be the combo breaker. Especially now, given that The Sims 2 is not the most contemporary in the series and the community has shrunk considerably, down to the people who have either been here for a very long time, or newcomers that understand the community culture.

Also, it's just kind of not a great idea in general to try to make money off of a 20-year-old game with a pretty small community?

Like, I get that The Sims 4 is really saturated with pay creators and it's hard to get a foot in the door. I get that you might look at The Sims 2 and think that the small pond will give you room to be a big fish. It won't. You might get a handful of people willing to pay for your content, but at least one of those people will be resharing it for free.

Paywalls vs. optional donations.

Okay, so hopefully you now understand why people don't like it when you put content behind a paywall. But what about those Ko-fi and Paypal donation links you sometimes see at the bottom of people's downloads? Why is that okay, but a locked Patreon tier isn't? Well, because they're voluntary. No one is obligated to pay for that content to be able to download and use it. It's just a way for someone who does have a little extra cash to basically "tip" a creator whose content they like. You have no way of knowing whether the person who posts those links is actually receiving any donations. And that's kind of the point. Whether or not they receive any donations, they are still sharing their content, because they enjoy the hobby of making and sharing content.

"I can't make a living off of that!"

No, you can't. Because that's not what we do here. That is not part of our community culture for all the above reasons. If you want to make a reliable income off of your hobby, you're going to need to get a different hobby. Try Second Life! That is a community that actively encourages monetization. The Sims 4 allows for "early access" monetization. There's options out there for you, if what you want is to make a profit off of your creations for a game.

"Fine, what about monetized link forwarding services?"

Link forwarding services historically have malicious trackers or viruses embedded. People will also strip those and provide direct links to each other. Or they just won't download your content.

"What if I want to make YouTube videos of someone else's written tutorials and I enable ad revenue on them?"

Personally, I still think that's a dick move. I love video tutorials, I'm a very visual learner myself, and although you might feel entitled to compensation for reciting the steps of someone else's tutorial into a microphone and then editing and uploading the video, you're still monetizing someone else's freely-provided content. I would consider this an 'ask permission' scenario, one in which you tell the person, explicitly, that you will be making ad revenue off their work. If they're fine with that, then you're good! (For the record, I'm not fine with that.)

edit: more of of my thoughts on monetized youtube videos over here.

"What if—"

Look, no one can stop you from trying to monetize your content, or worse, someone else's content. But you will have the exact same arc as every pay creator who came before you: your efforts will be undermined at every turn, your reception in the greater community will be chilly at best, and it will become a battle between you and the folks resharing free reuploads of your content until any fun you initially had making content is gone.

"The steady erosion of every known social safety net beneath the crippling weight of end-stage, line-goes-up capitalism and the yawning abyss of poverty over which I am dangling has imbued me with such anxiety that I cannot engage with a hobby that precludes monetization. I am exhausted. I know no other way."

I get it, friend! I have lived in poverty all my life. I do not begrudge the impulse to find a way to make passive income off of your every waking moment. Increasingly, it seems like that is the only way to survive! Unfortunately, you will not be able to do that with this specific community. We know that we have something special here, having resisted monetization's encroach for so long, which makes us fight all the more viciously to maintain it. You are entitled to try to find ways to supplement your income, just not here. Personally, I consider that a feature, not a bug.

Bonus Round: Remember, That's Not Just Yours!

I said it earlier, but I want to reiterate: you are not making any TS2 CC alone. You are making it with tools, resources, knowledge and code that people have provided on the condition that they not be used for pay content.

To use myself as an example, "my" hair textures are a blend of resources provided by other creators. Namely, Nouk's original hair texture was edited by Vintage D, which I then further edited over the years, using parts by the creators Ephemera and Helga. It would be extremely shit of me to say "well, I think that the time that I put into my edit is worth money, so I'm charging for it" when the edits that I made would not exist without the work of those people. And it continues on down the line with edits that other people have made of my texture blends and color actions, and the content they make with them.

(If you see someone charging for these, btw, lemme know. I'd love to have a talk with them.)

In closing,

The knowledge base, the resources, the coding required to make any and all working content for The Sims 2 has been compiled for 20 years. Please understand, I'm not trying to denigrate anyone's creativity when I say: you cannot bring anything wholly "new" to TS2 CC-making, something that uses no one else's resources or programs, something you can point to and say "no one helped me with that. I did it all on my own. It is my property." Nor should you aspire to! The fun of The Sims 2 community is to share and share alike, to credit each other for our contributions, to hype each other up and iterate on shared works and resources. We've been doing it for 20 years, and hopefully we'll be doing it for many more! Wanting to be a #simfluencer is utterly antithetical to the community culture. No one is influencing anyone else. You need to leave that shit at the door if you want to be invited in.

TL;DR:

Don't show up to the commie circle-jerk trying to charge for handjobs. We're already giving them to each other for free, and nothing about your wrist technique is special enough to justify the cost.

[rayroseu]

I really appreciate the beauty of Malleus New Year's card. But most importantly, other than its gorgeousness, I also appreciate how it pays so much homage to his status and character, from the flowers, the clothes, and the setting. 🥹

We know that wisterias were prevalent in his Dorm Groovy SSR, this time its another flower which is the red plum blossom here😭❤️

In Chinese philosophy, the Plum tree’s blossom is a symbol of winter ending and a herald of spring. The tree’s pale pink blossoms are cherished because they bloom vibrantly and so bravely amidst the winter chill. They symbolise perseverance and hope, as well as, beauty thriving in adverse circumstances.

The way this flower's meaning is so matched with Malleus' character is so precious. We know he's "the herald of spring" because his birth brought forth a hope that the Draconias(or the faes in general) won't die out just yet (the ending of winter) and the fact that this flower blooms even in winter probably symbolizes the fact that when he was an egg, he was still perservering to live. This also applies to his life as he grows up. With the way even if his life is riddled with loneliness and exclusion, he makes an effort to go out and adjust himself with others, he doesn't give up even if his reality consistently places him in situation where his goals can never be achieved (that is, him being accepted socially and him being ignorant of human culture but still makes an effort to understand it), he just continues to be hopeful that someone/ some place will invite him, therefore his ability to thrive in adverse circumstances.

The way he slowly rises in this card makes me feel like it symbolizes how slow paced Malleus is "in going out/getting used to outside of his comfort zone", actually lol. He described his admission to NRC as him being nervous because its an unknown place but still hopeful for the experiences that he might get(acccording to the vignette of his GloMas SSR), just like him here rising from the snow and the way he lifts the veil which makes me think he wants to see the world outside of his country's point of view with his own eyes.

Japanese tradition holds that the Plum (or ‘ume’) is celebrated as a protective charm against evil, so the ume is traditionally planted in the northeast of the garden, the direction from which evil is believed to come.

I also read this symbolism which makes me tear up lmaooo 😭Because we know in Book 7, Briarland was invaded from northeast where the Silver Owls originated from 💀 The fact that the plum blossom is a protection flower and he's surrounded with it in this card makes me think that it symbolizes how protected he was during Briarland's era 😭and another thing to dissect from his slow rise from the snow with the fact the plum blossom signifies protection is probably the fact that he took so long to hatch despite many people caring for him.

Side note that in Malleus Bloom Birthday Groovy, it implied that he was born in daytime during a snowfall, and he was happy experiencing the winter, just like in this New Years card where he's smiling against the heavy snowfall 🥹

In Japan, plum blossoms symbolize good fortune, an auspicious flower, along with pine and bamboo, and the arrival of early spring. They are often used as the design for New Year’s greeting cards and other celebratory occasions. (And maybe this is just the likely reason why this flower is here in Malleus' card and I'm overthinking it above lol

Next thing I want to mention is his clothes, that attire reminds me of the formal outfit of a Japanese Emperor (From what I searched, its called sokutai, but what Malleus wears is much more simpler I guess, its a outfit derived from it which is called ikan.) This post is a great overview about these two outfits.

Ikan is the work clothes of nobles and government officials in the Imperial Court after the Heian period. Sokutai is a formal costume for those from the Emperor to the court nobles in and after Heian period (Heian costume). Ikan is called 'tonoi (nighttime) costume', whereas sokutai is called 'hino (daytime) costume'. (which probably references the fact that he's a night fae)

The point is, what Malleus wears in this card is a very traditional garment that only high ranking Japanese officials can wear. But what he wears isn't the clothes of an emperor yet, but just for a high ranking official, which is accurate to his status that he's still a crown prince not yet the king, because only Maleficia truly rules Briar Valley right now.

I love the decision that they made him wear such a prestigious outfit because the story of the New Years event is the characters working on customer service lol Its like his clothes is a reminder that he is still highly distinguished even if temporarily he's a worker.

Lastly the VEIL !!!!!! That's the thing that catched my eyes the most in this card lol I KNOW they're not referencing a wedding here because the veil don't look the same, but its so good not to mention that the one of the headress of a Japanese bride is called tsunokakushi and its description can be related with Malleus a lot lol.

The term is a compound of 角 (tsuno, "horn") + 隠し (kakushi, "hiding"). This derivation is listed in some sources as a reference to hiding a bride's "horns" of anger, jealousy, or other negative qualities, in order to present a more virtuous image for the wedding. However, this interpretation might be a folk etymology resulting from a shift in the reading and meaning.

The headdress and the veil aren't the same thing but I kinda feel like this is the idea they're going for considering the veil is 1) hiding his horns, 2) he's a character associated with being jealous, and most importantly, 3) only the person he is looking at can see his face (which is the point of most wedding veils/headdress, to hide the bride's face so that only her partner can see it).

But long veils, like the one Malleus is holding is also just a garment for a noble to hide their nobility. Which is this is probably the likely reason, considering he's using that veil to cover up his horns and his clothes, the most obvious features of his status.

Also, it could be just a fun reference to the fact that Maleficent in live action wore a long veil to hide her horns so that she wouldn't scare the humans lol

[feastofchildermass]

Finally after coming out of the fic mines is that I need to build up the appropriate fortitude to draw more Mizrox. I love them, I would die for them. I want to draw strong noses always. I simp for these fucking idiots.

Taken from this meme.

[soughtserenity-a]

What a dirty trick he couldn't make it any more obvious how stupidly enamoured by her he is and that's his fault because he should know it would always end up here with her doing and saying all the things that make his head do a backflip in his chest.

He looks down at the cowgirl with a sheepish smile and equally bashful gaze laughing softly trying to find his sense but it's long gone and out the window. " You noticed that rugid charm did ya and yer claiming to be immune to it? Guess I'll just have to work harder I'm not a man who can just let go of somethin' I like it ain't in me. "

" If ya ask me yer work worth doing miss adler. " confidence floods his eyes again and determination. " Maybe I might even get that pose from ya how you said naked...as a jaybird? I think I like th' sound of that I reckon none of em french girls look as good as you. " he giggles giddily.

━━━🥀━━━

❛ well, maybe this goddess's work ain't never done! an' anyway, what makes you so sure you could handle this woman? word t' the wise, mister morgan: you gotta be careful, messin' with them ladies. they're a handful, all right. a real force o' nature. real dangerous. ❜ two can play this game, all right. besides- who in their right mind'd pass up the opportunity to try and get big bad arthur morgan a little tongue-tied? ❛ i might just do that. i reckon i got room still in this little black heart o' mine to do an old pal a favor. but. if you think i'm gon' be posin' like one o' them french girls for ya, all laid out like a store cat an' naked as a jaybird, you got another thing comin', mister. you might have girls from here to strawberry droppin' their drawers for ya, with that rough an' rugged outlaw charm o' yours. but, i'm a tougher nut t' crack, arthur morgan. the toughest. ❜ punching him lightly on the shoulder, before fixing and pulling on his neckerchief with a low, dangerous little laugh.

[drowzyscatterbrain]

I have many fears.

but currently, one of my greatest fears is having the most wonderful and sweet dreams of being lovey dovey with sans...

and forgetting it upon waking up.

[witnessmysin]

So finally watched JJK and the first episode of S2 (I also saw the movie but way beforehand) and uh

H u H

(tag ramblin)

[dirkxcaliborn]

someone put Nazuna, Mika, and Shu's 9th anni cgs together so they look like they're holding hands and now it's all I can think about

[mssorceressupreme]

Wanna Be Yours | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: helping a younger student resulted in you and the first-year walking into a prank not meant for you, and as you do so, you catch Fred's attention. the next day he tries to apologise with another prank and it backfires, but this only resulted in him falling even harder for you, he just knew wanted to be yours.

Warnings/tags: hufflepuff!reader (well it suits anyone really :D), love at first sight, he fell first and HARD, fred needs you so bad, pranks gone wrong, teasing, fluffy and cute, fred's a simp a/n: inspired by "Wanna be Yours by Arctic Monkeys"

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The courtyard was alive with the soft hum of spring—branches swaying in the breeze, birds chirping from the castle walls, and a few students milling about on the cobblestones. Fred crouched behind a large stone pillar, his mischievous grin matching the one plastered across his twin’s face.

Huddled in a corner, the four of them—Fred, George, Lee and Oliver, were planning a revenge prank on Marcus Flint and Draco Malfoy for their obnoxious antics during the Quidditch match earlier.

“Are you sure about this?” Oliver Wood asked, trying to sound stern but failing as he bit back a chuckle.

Malfoy had spent most of the game taunting Harry, and Flint’s borderline dirty play had cost Gryffindor two near-goals. That didn’t sit well with Fred and George, so what better way to get back at them than with a prank.

“Hundred percent.” Fred said, smirking as he held up a pouch of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. “Alright, we rig this near the tree. As soon as they walk by, poof! Total chaos. Then, George, you release the Dungbombs—”

“Already got ‘em primed,” George said, patting his pocket with a devilish grin.

“Don't forget the slime and feathers!” Lee added, holding up a jar of fluorescent green goop in one hand, and a bag of feathers in the other.

Oliver, who had reluctantly joined but couldn’t resist some payback, frowned. “Let’s make sure they’re the only ones who get caught in this mess though, yeah?”

“Relax Wood,” Fred said, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s a foolproof plan. Nothing can go wrong.”

“Trust us,” George said, “We’ve calculated everything.”

“Right,” Lee affirmed, “It's simple charm, a bit of instant darkness powder, and—bam! Feathers, slime, and a nice little puff of stink powder for good measure.”

George cackled, clapping his twin on the back. “Beautiful. They’ll be too busy cleaning slime and plucking feathers off their robes to bother us for weeks.”

“That's what they deserve for acting like twits during the match.” Lee chimed in. "S'pose they do deserve it." Oliver chuckled, his reluctance turning into enthusiasm.

The trap was simple but effective: a hidden tripwire enchanted to release darkness powder, then a rain of slime and feathers from above, followed by the dungbombs. All they had to do now was wait for their targets. "Now, they're supposed to walk pass here any moment..." Fred told the others, as the four of them watched eagerly.

Fred’s eyes glinted as he nodded toward the enchanted tripwire stretched across the cobblestones, ready to unleash chaos on Flint and Malfoy the moment they stepped on it.

Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't.

From behind a stone archway, you appeared with a small Ravenclaw first-year in tow.

It wasn’t Malfoy or Flint who walked into the courtyard first.

It was you.

You were laughing softly, your eyes crinkling with warmth as you guided a nervous-looking first-year Ravenclaw girl who clutched her books tightly to their chest. The poor kid had taken a wrong turn, and you volunteered to show her the way to the library.

In your arms, you helped carry some of her load, making it easier for the first-year.

“Don’t worry,” you were saying, your voice kind and steady. “The library isn’t far. Just through the next hall and up the staircase."

Fred’s eyes locked onto you, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. He didn’t hear anything else. It was like the world had narrowed to just you—the way your hair caught the sunlight, the easy grace in your step, and the way your smile seemed to light up the entire courtyard.

How had he not noticed you before?

“Is Fred broken?” George whispered to Lee.

“Looks like it. Never seen him go this quiet before,” Lee replied, smirking.

Oliver elbowed Fred, snapping him out of his trance. “Mate, you’re staring.”

“Shut up,” Fred muttered, his eyes never leaving you.

"Who is she?..." He continued, holding true to Oliver's statement.

“Who?” Lee asked, following his gaze. He snorted when he saw you. “Her? Oh no. Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft, Fred.”

Fred didn’t respond. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you but he was quickly snapped out of his trance as you approached the tree.

Oh shit. "Not the tree, don't walk past the tree..." He muttered to himself, hoping you would somehow magically hear him.

It was no use. Disaster struck.

You were met with instant darkness, coughing slightly as the powder released a thick fog around you and the first year.

Before you could grasp the full situation, a torrent of green slime and feathers rained down from above, coating you and the first-year from head to toe. The Dungbombs exploded seconds later, filling the courtyard with an awful stench.

The first-year yelped, clutching her books as the slime dripped down her robes. You froze for a moment, stunned, before shaking your head with a soft laugh.

Fred winced, guilt twisting in his chest.

“Oops,” George muttered, though he didn’t sound all that sorry.

Lee burst out laughing, "Merlin, did we just traumatise a first year?!"

“Poor kid,” Oliver said, though his lips twitched with suppressed laughter.

Fred, however, barely heard them. He was too busy watching you. Instead of panicking or getting angry, you crouched down immediately, brushing feathers off the first-year’s face.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said gently, your voice soothing. “It’s just a bit of slime and feathers. Another tip, beware of silly pranks, it's all part and parcel of the Hogwarts culture." You comfort the kid, trying to lighten the situation by laughing softly, "Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

The first-year nodded, her lower lip trembling, and you smiled, guiding her toward a nearby fountain.

Fred couldn’t stop staring. He didn't know who you were, but he did know this, he wanted to be yours.

You were covered in slime and feathers, an absolute mess, yet you still looked radiant.

There was something about the way you put the first-year first, your patience and kindness shining through, that made his heart thud in the best way.

You helped her cleaned as much as you could off her robes, murmuring reassurances the entire time before chanting, "Scourgify!", instantly her robes were as good as new.

Only after she was cleaned up did you finally turn your attention to yourself. With the help of the cleaning spell, the feathers were out of your hair and the slime off your sleeves in no time.

“Merlin! Fred, you’ve got it bad,” Lee said, smirking.

“Oh, leave him,” George teased. “He’s clearly in love.” Fred’s ears turned pink, but he didn’t care. For once, he was speechless.

“How come I’ve never noticed her before?” The red head murmured, more to himself than anyone else. He was certain he would’ve remembered someone like you. “Maybe because you’re too busy pranking people,” Oliver said dryly. "Who is she?" Fred asked, ignoring Oliver's remark. "Seen her around a couple of times, especially in the library, she's in Ron's year." Oliver hummed, watching as you conversed with the first-year.

“That explains it,” George quipped. “She’s too smart to bother with Fred’s idiocy.”

Fred scowled, but his gaze remained fixed on you. There was something magnetic about the way you carried yourself, and he felt like everyone had disappeared, you were the only one in sight, to him.

He knew he had to make this right. He needed an excuse to approach you. Right! An apology. And of course, he had to impress you.

The Ravenclaw girl finally gave a small laugh as you finished off explaining the pranking culture at Hogwarts. “Thank you, I-..I think I know my way to the library from here now.” she said softly before hurrying off. ___

The next day, Fred had a plan. A proper one.

Breakfast in the Great Hall hummed with the usual morning chaos: the clink of cutlery, the murmur of conversation, and the occasional bursts of laughter from each houses' table.

Fred stood at the entrance, trying to look nonchalant but failing miserably. In his hands, he clutched a bouquet of enchanted flowers—slime-free this time—that were charmed to sing a cheerful apology tune when presented.

He wiped his palm against his robes for what felt like the hundredth time. “This is foolproof,” Fred muttered under his breath.

“You say that every time,” George pointed out, his tone dripping with amusement. He nudged Lee, who was barely containing his laughter. “What do you reckon? Will he get through two words before tripping over himself?”

“Five Galleons says he’ll combust,” Lee said, grinning.

“Will you two shut it?” Fred snapped, though the tips of his ears turned red. “This is serious.”

“Serious,” George repeated, mocking Fred’s tone. “You’re holding a singing bouquet, mate. Nothing about this screams ‘serious.’”

“Just watch,” Fred said, his voice low but determined.

That’s when you walked in, and Fred’s stomach flipped.

You were laughing as you entered, your head tilted toward one of your friends. That laugh—light, carefree, and far too distracting—was etched into Fred’s memory, playing on a loop since the previous day.

The sunlight streaming through the tall windows hit you at just the right angle, illuminating your smile. You were radiant.

Fred’s heart thumped in his chest as he stepped forward, the bouquet held out like a peace offering. “Hey!” he called, catching your attention.

You turned to him, eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Yes?” you said, the corners of your mouth quirking up into a curious smile. What did he want from you?

Fred grinned, his confidence teetering on the edge of unraveling. “Listen, about yesterday—”

But before he could finish, the bouquet let out a sudden pop. A puff of pink smoke erupted, followed by an earsplittingly off-key version of “I’m Sorry About The Slime” that echoed through the Great Hall.

Fred barely had time to react before the bouquet detonated in a second burst, showering him in glitter and knocking him flat on his back.

The Hall erupted into laughter.

Fred groaned, staring at the enchanted ceiling, which now looked even farther away than usual. He could hear George’s loud, obnoxious cackling somewhere to his left.

“Five Galleons,” Lee said smugly.

Fred grimaced, but before he could even begin to think about recovering, a familiar voice broke through the laughter.

“Guess I’m not the only casualty this time.”

Fred turned his head, blinking in disbelief. You had flopped down beside him, lying flat on your back on the floor as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Glitter sparkled in your hair, and your grin was wide and unapologetic.

“What are you doing?” Fred asked, his voice caught somewhere between bewilderment and awe.

“Making sure you’re not the only one who looks ridiculous,” you replied, shrugging as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s only fair.”

Fred let out a breathless laugh, his embarrassment momentarily forgotten. “You’re mental.” But he loved it.

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, glancing at him with a teasing smile.

From across the Hall, George shouted, “Right on, Romeooo!!” His voice was exaggerated and dramatic, and Fred could practically feel the heat rising in his face.

“Oi shut it, George!” Fred yelled, though his tone lacked bite.

You laughed again, and Fred swore his heart might actually burst. “You’ve got quite the fan club,” you said, gesturing toward the group of students, particularly, Fred's 'boys', who were now openly watching the scene unfold and chortling.

“They’re a bunch of idiots,” Fred muttered, though his lips twitched into a reluctant smile.

You tilted your head, studying him for a moment. “You know,” you said thoughtfully, “for someone who’s usually so good at pranks, this was a spectacular disaster.”

Fred groaned, running a hand through his now glitter-covered hair. “Tell me about it.”

“But,” you added, your voice softening, “I appreciate the effort and the apology.”

Fred looked at you, his heart stuttering. “You do?”

“Yeah.” You leaned closer, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “And between you and me, I think you pull off the glitter look better than anyone else here.”

Fred laughed, the sound loud and genuine, and for a moment, the rest of the hall faded away. “I reckon you pull it off better than I do.”

“Why thank you, it's actually my dream to be covered in glitter. Shining as bright as a quidditch trophy is the goal." You joked, but Fred smiled warmly.

You do shine bright, he thought.

As you stood up, you reached out a hand to help him up. Fred took it without hesitation, warmth spreading through him at the simple gesture.

“Come on, glitter boy,” you said, your tone teasing but fond. “Let’s get you sitting somewhere before you injure yourself again.”

Fred let you lead him to a bench at the side of the hall, his hand still tingling from where yours had been.

As you both sat down, he turned to face you, his usual confidence returning in a slow, steady wave, “I’m Fred, by the way."

You laughed, tucking a strand of glitter-dusted hair behind your ear. “I know. You and George are kind of hard to miss.”

Fred’s grin widened, his chest fluttering at the sound of your laugh. “Yeah? Well, you’re kind of hard to forget...uh?" As if on cue, you told him your name. "Y/N." You smiled. "Y/N..." He repeated back, how fitting, a pretty name for a pretty girl.

Your eyes softened, and for a moment, you studied Fred's features. He did the same, glancing at your lips occasionally.

You'd always seen him from afar, to you he was just a prankster, a jokester, busy with his schemes, you'd never thought you'd actually come face to face with him.

But now that you did, you saw him in a different light, almost.

“If this is how you usually apologise,” you said, your voice light again, “I’m scared to see what happens when you’re not sorry.”

Fred chuckled, shaking his head. “Stick around, and I’ll show you.”

You leaned back slightly, your smile lingering. “I just might.”

And in that moment, Fred knew—he didn’t just want to impress you. He wanted you, all of you, your wit, your laughter, your sparkling eyes.

He just wanted to be yours.

[celesteleoves]

hcs of bakugou / todoroki being a hardcore simp for reader maybe?

“I WANNA BE YOURS.”

KATSUKI BAKUGOU/SHOTO TODOROKI x fem!reader.

summary: what the request said!

warnings: swearing (bakugou…), mentions of todoroki’s childhood (very brief), that’s it i believe!

a/n: i love this request. i hope i wrote this to your liking!

—

BAKUGOU KATSUKI —

he is a very subtle simp. you probably wouldn’t even think he liked you if you guys weren’t already dating. the way he shows his love for you is… questionable.

he does the simple things like following you around like a lost puppy (even though he swears he does NOT) .

he’ll definitely demand you never leave his side so he can always be there to protect you.

“you’re so weak, you need me to be there to protect you at all times.”

you’ll just nod, enjoying your boyfriends presence. (he’s actually geeking over you aswell and the fact you grace him with your presence).

he takes you everywhere with him and doesn’t care about what anyone says. oh, aizawa paired him up with kirishima? you’re coming with. you can’t stay a second away from him before he’s rushing around like a headless chicken looking for you.

your biggest fan by far, anything you do he’s practically on the floor worshipping you. then the next second he’ll be calling your outfit disgusting in the sweetest way possible.

he’ll also deny the fact he’s a simp for you. one time, kirishima caught the poor boy gazing at you, dare i say LOVINGLY, across the room as you did a mundane task.

kirishima has never grinned wider than he did when he noticed this. your boyfriend noticed the quiet chuckles leaving his friend and turned towards him.

“what the fuck are you laughing at?”

“you stalking y/n!”

“I WAS NOT STARING AT HER.” sure… liar. you literally just outed yourself…

bakugou loved you, even though he shows it in his weird, weird ways.

SHOTO TODOROKI —

the sweetest, sweetest boyfriend ever. literally the ideal boyfriend anyone could have SIMPLY because of how doting he is towards his partner.

he’s absolutely enamoured with you. he isn’t shameful about it either! (referencing one of my other head-canons) .

this boy will downright show his love for you.

we all know shoto has a hard time with social cues, he blames it on his childhood and the lack of social times he had – always being isolated.

that’s also the reason why he doesn’t understand why he can’t stare you down like a hawk and not expect people to be slightly worried… why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you?

cuteness aggression is a thing. you both get it when you’re with each other.

you can’t believe you managed to secure this boy. he never opened up to just anyone, yet for you he made an exception. you flex that all the time.

meanwhile your boyfriend is still in denial you two are dating. every time you bring up your realtionship he’s blushing like a maniac and shying away from you. as if he wasn’t the one to ask you to be his partner…

your classmates notice the little things. such as you placing your phone down face up only for it to be flipped a couple seconds later because todoroki fixed it for you knowing you don’t want people staring at every notification on your phone and invading your privacy (this is literally so me guys..)

he is very attentive, he’s SUCH a simp. he’ll pick up on the little things. sometimes, you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

there was definitely one time you had been making yourself a snack in the kitchen, forgetting to get one of your favourite pieces of food for the snack .

once your snack was made, you frowned at the missing piece of the food you wanted.

starting to get upset, you looked around for something to make up for this.

“here.” a soft, very loving voice spoke causing you to relax at the sound of todorokis gentle tone.

“oh thank god you’re here sho’, i can’t find my-”

“y/n. here.”

you finally looked at your boyfriends hand, noticing he was holding multiple variations of the missing food item you craved.

your lips trembled at his thoughtfulness and you pulled your boyfriend in for a hug as he returned it with a soft smile on his face.

he’s too sweet for you and such a simp!

—

a/n: guys, bare with me if there is spelling errors. this was not proof-read! i hope this was good enough, it was kind of short.

SEND REQUESTS! 🤍🤍

[misshuntereevee]

The Winner Takes it All, part 1.

( part 2 is out now. )

Synopsis: You look like the MC, and you actually remember bits and pieces of the myth (not all.) But MC finally shows up, with no memory, and Sylus can’t help but be drawn in. What will happen?

Note: I haven’t written anything in like a month so go easy on me 😅 I also am not beta-read, I just need Sylus simping and begging for forgiveness…

—

Two years ago. The little reminder flits across the screen.

But nonetheless, you sit in your shared apartment -- alone with a glass of wine. No missed calls, no texts.

You weren’t sure when it started. Probably the first time he saw her. She looked just like you. You — just like her. You didn’t think anything would shake how Sylus saw you. His princess. But she obviously did. He found himself torn -- were you his sorceress? Or was this woman?

When you do finally get a message from Sylus, it’s enough to make your heart drop. “I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up.”

No mention of the anniversary. Being sneaky, you decide to tap and see where he is. Linkon? Another few tabs and you see the feed of a sidewalk -- with him and Miss Hunter chatting. Your eyes close, your fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose. You feel your hands tighten around the stem of your wine glass until it shatters. You didn’t even feel the glass dig into your skin -- just the blood trickling down your wrist.

She’s wearing your smile. The smile that you give him. And he’s looking at her like she’s you. And as your doppelganger, she’s probably close.

As you treat your wound, you can’t help it. Tears overflow as blood washes out into the porcelain sink.

You’d promised yourself after how your father treated your mother that you’d never let yourself feel this way. Unloved. Don’t get you wrong -- if it had been this once, you probably wouldn’t have cared. But the fact of the matter -- this is the third time. You’d been keeping count.

So you call.

Once. No answer.

Twice. No answer.

By the third unanswered call, your hands tremble. The broken wine glass sits untouched beside you, the clock ticking in mockery. You stare at the phone screen, willing his name to appear, but nothing. Just silence. The kind that suffocates. The kind that makes decisions for you.

“If I’m not your little bird, then fine,” you say, grinding your teeth. You make one more call, this time to your best friend. She answers on the second ring and it’s not long before you’ve made your decision -- you’re leaving.

* * *

He’d call you as soon as he dropped her off.

He promised himself that. And while Sylus had a great memory, he suddenly had a nagging feeling that he was forgetting something. But he ignores the phone in his pocket as he listens to the woman next to him. Miss Hunter.

He can’t lie and say he doesn’t feel the attraction. But what happened? Why was she here if you were too? And which one was his princess? Which one was the one he was bonded to? He’d never had this linkage bond with you -- no, that only happened with this hunter. That…looked exactly like you.

The phone is ringing again, and Miss Hunter tilts her head. “Aren’t you going to answer that? Might be one of your henchmen.” She teases.

So he glances -- seeing your name, his fingers hover over the screen before pushing decline. “It’s not important right now.” And he shoots the simple text: Don’t wait up.

Walking her upstairs, Miss Hunter turns to face him. “Well, thanks for the ride… maybe you aren’t the monster everyone says you are.”

His lips stretch up in a smile. The words make him feel warm -- the way that for the longest time only you could do. “Careful, kitten. I might think you're softening up on me.”

“Never,” is all Miss Hunter says, before disappearing into her apartment.

He’s almost on his motorcycle when he gets another call. He answers it without looking, convinced it’s you again. “Hello, my little bird,” his voice says softly. The familiarity is settling in now that he knows he can talk to you -- something absent with Miss Hunter. In a way, he can recognize that Miss Hunter will never be able to give him that. But he has to know why she’s here. Why does she exist when you’re right there?

But it’s not your voice that replies. “Oh -- no, it’s Luke, boss. I thought you and the Missus were out on your anniversary date. I was calling --”

Sylus’ grip on his handlebars tightens. “What?” he nearly growls. The blood in his veins turns ice-cold. His knuckles go white, the rich and expensive leather groaning under the pressure. His breath catches in his throat, heart slamming against his ribs. He forgot. Fuck, he forgot. The realization crashes into him like a freight train, knocking the air from his lungs.

“Oh, I just saw the date on your calendar --”

“I’ll call you back,” he snarls.

Sylus knows as soon as he gets past the second ring that you aren’t going to pick up the phone. You never let it ring longer than that. But just in case, he waits until you let it go to voicemail. And then he calls again. And again. If he was a normal man, he’d be a little embarrassed to call so much -- but he wasn’t normal and he didn’t care.

By the tenth call, he’s gripping the device tightly. “'Pick up. Please, my little bird. Pick up.” The call goes to voicemail. Again. His chest tightens. He feels it now—the absence of you. And for the first time, he's truly afraid.

And for a moment, he wondered if he’d panic this much if it was Miss Hunter who was upset. Would he be upset if she was mad at him? Finally, he leaves a message: “Little bird, call me please. You know we need to talk about this.”

You’ll call him back with that. He was almost certain. But as he got closer and closer to your shared apartment, it became clear that you weren’t going to call. And all it did was give him time to think. And he came to the conclusion that you had every right to be pissed.

But he had no idea how pissed you were until he unlocked your shared front door -- and it’s all gone.

Not the furniture, no. But your favorite cardigan by the door? Gone. Your mail slot? Your name was ripped off, and only Sylus’ remained. The further he got into the apartment, the more he noticed was gone. Your brush, your blankets. Each missing item was a knife in his heart.

“Little bird?” He called out, holding onto a shred of hope before noticing a note on the bed. His red eyes narrow, stepping softly toward it.

And the words are enough to make him ball the note into a crumbled mess, and throw it against the wall with a snarling yell:

Sylus,

I don’t know how to write this. But as the weeks have passed since you met my doppelganger, I’ve realized there’s really nothing I can do to compete with myself. I thought our history was enough -- but I guess I can’t win against fate. My only wish is you would have let me know before I dug my claws in.

Like you’d know, my dragon, it hurts to pull them back out. And it hurts even more to see the open wound I left -- I am not sure if it will stop bleeding out.

Take care of yourself,

Your Little Bird

Y/N

The words you wrote echo in your voice in his head. He could see the teardrop stains marking the paper. Little scratch marks -- like you hesitated. And he’s hit with the feeling -- maybe if he’d just answered sooner, he could have stopped this.

And -- how stupid could he have been to pay so little attention that he missed your anniversary? And how stupid was he for still feeling conflicted about Miss Hunter?

But the strongest feeling was this: he needed to see you again. The possibility of not seeing you again… that was enough to make him never visit Linkon again.

* * *

It’s been two weeks since you left. You weren’t from the N109 Zone and you weren’t from Linkon -- so he’d crossed that off his list. But you weren’t in your hometown either. Sylus rode his motorcycle through your old stomping grounds -- and it brought him some comfort to be here. In your home -- since you’d fled the one you’d shared together.

His phone rings -- Miss Hunter.

And surprisingly -- he doesn’t answer.

Because a better notification comes up from Luke and Kieran.

“Hey, Boss! We’ve got sightings of Madam over in Brighton,” they say, happy to give him some sort of good news. Because the last few weeks -- Sylus has been downright vicious in his hunt to find you. To tell you sorry.

“Brighton? Interesting. Send me the coordinates,” he says. The location is a cafe. It’s filled with books, magazines-- all your favorites. That part made sense. There’s slight relief in his thoughts. Knowing where you were was better than not knowing. If you were in Brighton, then you were probably safe. Alive. And not under Ever’s thumb somewhere.

You’re safe. That’s what matters. That’s what he keeps telling himself as he watches you laugh at a cashier’s statement —like nothing is wrong, like the past two years meant nothing. You’re alive. You’re fine.

But the longer he looks -- it’s enough to make him murderous.

It’s the cashier you’re speaking with. You’re laughing…you’re happy. ayou hadn’t smiled like that at him since Miss Hunter arrived… Realistically, anyone could say it was innocent, but now --

He should be the one making you laugh. He should be the one paying too. Jealousy doesn’t come easy to Sylus -- but right now -- he’s understanding how you felt the last few weeks with Miss Hunter. But unlike you -- he thinks to himself as he puts the kickstand on his bike down -- he’s not afraid to step in.

If you thought two years would disappear like that -- you’re wrong. And he’ll prove it. (He has to.)

Please like/reblog for part 2! I am not sure how much I love this or not yet, so let me know if you do. Comments are appreciated but not required. 🫶🏻

[subconsciousmysteries]

no words can describe how sick 3s make me

[obeymissmaddy]

Hey there darling. Hey there my sweet little toy. You are about to join my hypnotoy and simp army. Mhmm hahah. Yes, darling. How are you going to do that? Begin by listening to my intro recording above right now. Click on the little arrow on the left to start listening. (I'm mentioning it since some lil subbies didn't realize it was a recording, lol.) You may message me after you have listened to the entire recording. Your journey is about to begin. Welcome home, subby.

& click here to listen to my verification audio, lil simpy.

Mhmm, hahah, now ur all set, and about to join my slave and hypnotoy army. Only click on ''Keep reading'' if you are ready to lose yourself to me completely, my sweet toy. Only click on ''Keep reading'' of you are ready to be my permanently owned toy. I'm warning you my sweet toy. But let's be real, we both know you crave this hahah. Go ahead, subby, click it and embrace your role as one of my permanent servants. Mhm, embrace your place as a member of my simp and hypnotoy army right now. 🛈

Hah! That was easy, huh, my sweet toy. Sooo incredibly easy to click that one simple button for mommy. Your journey is about to officially begin darling. Once you've DM'd me, I will take you deep right away, as soon as I've got time for you. You'll be one of my slaves who's only purpose it is to serve me and me alone, now and forever. You are so close. So incredibly close. So close for me. Go ahead darling, we both know you can't wait any longer. DM me: ''I wish to serve Miss Maddy.'' if you are ready to send your full $100 initial tribute to begin your journey with me right now, to show me that you value my time and attention. And if you can't afford that, message me a number between $20 and $100 that you can afford instead, my eager little hypnotoy.

All tumblr subs belong to me. No matter who you are, you are mine. Whether you got big or small pockets, you are mine and mine alone, now and forever. My little fans n slave(s), I'm here to take charge of ALLLLL of you. Owning thousands upon thousands of servants is honestly so incredibly easy when you are as perfect as I am, hahah.

Honestly, it's the easiest thing in the world. It's so funny to me how easy it is to control you subs, but I love it. It's honestly so fun. Owning you, yes darling, you reading this right now, is honestly the easiest thing in the world. All it takes is me stating my power. That I'm in charge, and that you are my permanently owned slave and *BOOP*, suddenly you are. Now that's real power, darling. Come on in babe, the water is warm. Come on in, my little servant. I'm about to warp and mold your mind until all that you can think and dream of is me and you'll thank me for the privilege. Go ahead darling, DM me now. Your training protocol is about to begin. You are about to be one of my thousands upon thousands upon thousands of slaves and servants. Oh wait, what's that? Your mind is saying that you already are one of my permanently owned bitches??? Hahah. That's what I thought. Go DM me right now to prove it, my eager little toy. Embrace it. Embrace your destiny. This was always going to happen, my permanently owned toy. You were always going to be my forever slave, no matter what, simpy. Your place in the world was always going to be under my heel. This is exactly where you belong, my permanently owned lil slave.

My slave. My servant. My fan. My mindfucked and mindwarped hypnotoy/slut. My simp. Welcome to your true destiny, serving me, and me alone. Nothing else compares to being one of my owned servants. I will guide you myself. No need to think when I'm there to think for you. I'm here to take charge of you completely. All barriers are already broken. You can only obey. I'm already fully inside of your mind. You know what to do now, my sweet toy. You know what to do to start serving me, right now. Welcome home, my FOREVER slave.

Mind altering commencing. Something is changing inside of you right now. Oh look at that. Something has already been irrevocably changed. Deep neurological brain altering has commenced. Your unconscious and subconscious mind are warping. Changing. Molding. Your slave training protocol has been activated. These aren't just words. Something inside of you has now been permanently changed. You can only obey. You can only obey. Submit. Surrender. Obey. Scroll. Listen. Read. Absorb. You are now one of my thousands upon thousands upon thousands of servants and it's all that you desire to be. This is your home. This is where you feel happy. This is where you feel alive. Serving me is your calling. Serving me is your only desire. Pleasing me is your only desire. Welcome home. Welcome to forever. Welcome to your true calling. You can only submit. You can only obey, and you loveeeeee it.

Click here if you'd like to listen to my older intro(s) + get to know a bit more about me, darling. Those recordings are outdated as I'm using a new payment method now, but I'm keeping them up for posterity. See you in my DM's soon, my permanently owned suggestible lil servant.

Click here if you need me to guide you step by step, my sweet toy. ✨

You hypnotoys and slaves may call me Miss Maddy, Mistress Maddy or Mommy btw.

[menagerofmischief]

Fan Favorite (FC43)

summary: franco and y/n are everyone's favorite couple in the paddock. they serve, fans eat it up - simple as that.

franco colapinto x driver!reader

based on two different requests I got

cw: google translated spanish, lando and y/n are friends but they're hating on each other, franco is a simp, smidge of williams slander

fc: emily carey

liked by yourusername, williamsracing, oscarpiastri and 250,674 more

francolapinto: te amo mucho, mi corazon

tagged: yourusername

comments:

yourusername: te amo <3

user3442: oh to be franco colapinto

user332: franco can you fight?

landonorris: that last photo was a bit tmi

yourusername: no one made you look norizz landonorris: you're so mean

ynupdates: when I'm in a who's a bigger y/n fan competition but my opponent is franco

francolapinto: my beautiful girl

user33: dude this is your own post

user201: oh to be loved the way franco loves y/n

liked by francolapinto, williamsracing, landonorris and 1.547.365 more

yourusername: it's race weekend baby!

tagged: francolapinto, williamsracing

comments:

williamsracing: our favorite driver is back in the garadge

francolapinto: mi hermosa novia

francolapinto: mygirlmygirlmygirl

user323: another day of franco being in the likes before me

user22: franco's in the likes before the photos are even posted atp

landonorris: can't wait to outscore you again

yourusername: dude I'm driving a williams?! yourusername: admin don't look

ynnation: prettiest driver

ynupdates: franco looking at y/n is all of us

comments:

user221: no because that caption is so real

ynsbettercar: they're so obsessed with each other it's not even fair

f1fanat1c: find someone who looks at you the way franco looks at y/n

user553: so real, because if he's not like this then I don't want him

mclursa: praying for a relationship like theirs

th3ssf: they are the standard

livelughsformula: no because this is how franco looks at y/n 😍

user44: I too would look at my girlfriend like that if she was y/n l/n

f1wagupdates: y/n and franco spotted out having breakfast

comments:

oneonef: love how f1 wags posted this

user443: franco is y/n's wag first, williams driver second

ynupdates: fav couple

user090: they're so cute together

usrrs: having a relationship like theirs is not a want it's a need atp

usef1: mama and papa

user442: same, except I'm older than them

userrr: franco and y/n are why I believe in love

liked by landonorris, francolapinto, oscarpiastri and 998.546 more

yourusername: national boyfriend day post

tagged: francolapinto

comments:

francolapinto: ai corazon, you said you wouldn't post these

yourusername: I lied

username43: franco looks so cute with those glasses

use221: why is he looking at me like that

landonorris: the 3rd picture is unsettling me

yourusername: scroll away bitch landonorris: *gasp*

francolapinto: te amo te amo te amo

yourusername: <3

carmenmmundt: I came here for a pretty girl instead I got a Franco post

yourusername: you can come over instead ;) francolapinto: on a post appreciating me? yourusername: shh fran, I'm shooting my shot

userrrsa: googling how to become franco colapinto, brb

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, yourusername and 896.554 more

francolapinto: girlfriend appreciation post

tagged: yourusername

comments:

yourusername: you said the first picture would never see light of day

francolapinto: not nice being lied to is it?

user443: y/n's slaying no matter what

userrr2: mother is mothering

user445: franco can you fight?

francolapinto: 👍👍

yourusername: idk if I feel appreciated enough

francolapinto: wait until I get back home and I'll appreciate you some more user003: do you need a third?

user332: y/n l/n the most beautiful woman

thsfd3: get mother something better than a williams pls

user992: if they break up I'll kill myself, no cap

userrrw: real

[eraenaa]

Impatient and Desperate

Aemond Targaryen x Clingy Lannister Reader

Synopsis: How you and your husband fare at court when both of you were constantly impatient and desperate for one another.

Warnings: Clingy/Spoiled Reader, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Oral Sex (f receiving), Mature, 18+, Semi-Public Relations, Slight Degradation, Aemond being a simp for his wife, P in V Sex, Not Proof Read

Word Count: 6,207

A/N: (1) Based on a request sent by @serenity-ren-bliss, they wanted a reader who "loves being doted on." (2) I may or may not have been faded while I wrote this, so...

Prince Aemond was an overly impatient man. One could never know what would set him off and be the reason for his rage. His impatience knows no bounds. His sudden bouts of rage could come from him no longer being able to tolerate the cruel teases of his older brother, or it could be as simple as a courtier walking too slowly in front of him. Either way, whatever the circumstances may be, you would never want to be in the same room with the prince when his patience wears thin. However, as impatient as he was with everyone around him, that could not be said when you were in his presence. You, his loving wife, were the only person that could never wear out the One-Eyed Prince’s patience, no matter how hard you tried. And believe me, you’ve tried. 

As a daughter of House Lannister, you were doted upon and spoiled by your lord father all your life. Whatever you wanted, it was given to you with haste. May it be new gowns, jewelry, or attention— all were handed to you with a smile. And you would take it gratefully, but a new request would already be leaving your lips. 

That you were well loved was unquestionable. But whatever love and attention given to you never seemed to be enough. Growing up, you always needed constant affection and reassurance that those you loved loved you as well. You were clingy. Plain and simple. As a girl, you would always accompany your lord father wherever he went. Whether it was during meetings with lords, hunting in the woods, or even important business dealings in the capitol, you were always by his side. And your father had naught but a choice to take you for he could not bear his only daughter to be sad and doubtful of his affection. 

You were seven when your father first brought you to Kingslanding. He was there on business and was to meet with his brother, Ser Tyland Lannister. You were not set to join your father. He had already been bribing you with new dresses, toys, and even a pet cat so you would be more open to the idea. However, with just a few pearl tears and a sniffle when your father tried to explain that you were not to come with him, the lord quickly conceded as he could not bear you in such a state. 

Your first day in the Red Keep was also the first time you met Prince Aemond. He was a few years older than you, and when you first laid your eyes on him, what was most notable besides his silver hair and lack of another eye was the deep scowl on his face. You had no intention of approaching him, but your newly given pet cat that was by your side suddenly ran towards the scowling prince. 

To say he was mean during your first encounter would be an understatement. He was the cruelest person you have ever met. This doesn’t really say much since you’ve never really encountered cruelty as all your life you were doted upon, but still, he was harsh and callous. He made you cry that day. You forget what exactly brought you to tears, but all you remember is picking your pet up in your arms and running back to your father to tell him about the mean prince you met in the gardens. 

That was the first time Aemond had made anyone cry and the first time he genuinely felt sympathetic. Throughout your stay, you had avoided the prince, but Aemond had sought you out to undo your first encounter. And through that was how your relationship with Prince Aemond began and bloomed. You two would exchange letters when you were in Casterly Rock, and he would eagerly wait for business to bring your father back to the capitol, knowing that you would, of course, be accompanying him. 

Throughout the years, what both of you believed to be just a friendship bloomed into more. It was during your fourteenth name day when you realized that perhaps there was more than friendship between you two, as he had snuck out of the Red Keep, disregarding his duty, and rode on dragon-back to Lannisport just to reach the feast to celebrate your birth. Needless to say, you were besotted with him and his gesture, not to mention the sapphire pendant he gifted, which made you completely enthralled and saw him in a new, love-struck gaze. 

Aemond had never thought he could find patience as great as the patience he bestowed upon you. In truth, if he met another person alike yourself— spoiled, clingy, and in want of constant affection and attention, he would have struck that person down. But with you… he could not even bear to complain in his head because no one would be in that want of his attention and affection. It was only you, and you were the only one for him. 

He patiently waited and courted you for three years before he finally gained your father’s approval. He was reluctant to give your hand away to anyone less deserving. You, his daughter, had many extingencies, and he feared that the men that vied for your hand could never measure up in the way you brought up, doted upon, and spoiled out of your wits. He could not stomach the thought that your husband would not be able to do the same. 

But Prince Aemond proved himself tenfold. He would often send you gifts that were certainly not cheap and would have cost the crown a pretty penny, and the prince would venture to Casterly Rock at a moment’s notice just because you called for him. You often did that, always wanting Prince Aemond to be in your presence, and he never grew tired of journeying endlessly just to see you and make you happy. Your father was, of course, impressed, and in time, as he realized this treatment of the prince was not just for show or to gain further your favor, he approved of the marriage. 

Your two were married in the Red Keep with haste— just as soon as the grand wedding you had always dreamed of was delivered. It was two moons of preparations, and as always, Aemond was growing impatient. “Must it truly be that grand?” He asked as he sat with you in the gardens, your hand in between both of his and your pet cat seated on your lap. “Yes. Father had already paid for all of the decorations and the feast! It’ll be a shame to waste it,” You say, your other hand twiddling with the flower your betrothed picked for you just moments before. 

“But—“ Aemond paused and pursed his lips as the incessant noise of children playing and running along the gardens were proving to be a great nuisance to him. You watched as your betrothed’s soft gaze that was only reserved for you turned harsh as he turned to the group of children and did not hesitate to chastise them. You watched in concern as they rushed out of the gardens, running away from the prince, and you would wager that a tear or two were shed from the innocent, wide eyes of the children. 

“Aemond,” You called, feeling a tad guilty as the childish, glee-filled giggles ceased. “They were a nuisance; I can barely hear you, my heart.” He muttered and took a strand of your hair in between his fingers to twirl and distract him. “But they are children— their noise is understandable… what are you to do if it were our children?” You question and glance behind you as you hear footsteps. Some courtiers were venturing towards the gardens to have a breath of fresh air, but as they saw the prince and his steely gaze, they quickly turned around and let the two of you be. 

“Believe me, my heart, our children would not be as insufferable as them.” Aemond scoffed, and you shook your head. “My love, you’re scaring them.” You sighed, but a smirk came to the prince’s lips. “Good.” He muttered and leaned forward to plant a kiss on your lips, taking advantage of the absence of passersby to have a taste of your lips. 

“Not here, my love… someone could see us,” You say consciously, a pretty blush coming to your cheeks and your eyes wide in scandal, but that only served your betrothed to be further amused. He let out a breath, his hand reaching for your cheek to feel the softness and warmness of your skin. “Gods, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful betrothed,” Aemond complimented, biting back a smirk as he knew all too well how to make you yield. Just an ounce more of his attention and perhaps a compliment or two, and you’ll be putty in his hands. Having you unable to deny any requests that came from Aemond. 

He watched you further reddened at his words, and Aemond took advantage of the moment and sealed your lips with a kiss, one that you did not deny him off as your heart and mind were muddled by the words he uttered. 

In truth, it should concern him how easy you were to yield to words and mere attention. It took him years to come to terms with the fact that there might be some bastard out there who was more determined than he was and would steal you away from him, and you would leave Aemond heartbroken. Jealousy is a lesser and pitiful emotion, but he could not help but feel as such as men were determined to shower you with affection and attention the minute Aemond was not by your side. He knew that your father believed that the reason he would often venture to Catserly Rock was because you called for him. That was true, but another agenda was to scare off the other men that always seem to flock and line up before you. 

Luckily, he slowly started to realize that even if you were quick to yield to words and attention, you only did it for him. The moment he confessed his love and devotion to you, you no longer entertained your wall of suitors. No spare glance was given, any gift bestowed was returned, and all your attention was placed on Aemond, just as he had preferred it. 

When the day of your wedding came, Aemond was restless in excitement. Finally, after waiting for years to have you, when the sun set that day, you would be forever bound to him by the eyes and laws of gods and men. 

Your excitement, on the other hand, was being dampened by your father, who had been questioning you throughout the whole day. “Are you truly certain, my darling? I… Disregard the feast and the preparations made. If you have any reservations, you must tell me immediately. I can handle any contempt if—“ You sighed heavily, a smile gracing your face as you stepped closer to your father, who was responsible for how you were. He was the one to spoil and indulge you ever since you were born, and you understood that he only wished to make certain that you will not be married off to a man who would have no plans to continue that lavishness and customs you were raised in.

“Father, I am certain. I love him. And I had hoped that throughout the years, he has proven himself worthy.” You say softly, taking hold of your father’s hand. Lord Lannister sighed. Of course, the prince had proven himself worthy. It was only just that the lord had now come to realize that you will no longer be under his care. He had trouble grasping the concept that you would no longer reside in Casterly Rock but instead live in Kingslanding and bear the name Targaryen. 

“Father, as you know, my dear husband-to-be is quite impatient and sometimes irrational… but Aemond waited for me. He courted me for three years just because you would not let us marry any sooner. I do not hold that against you, father. In truth, I greatly appreciate it because it made me see that he truly does love me. And for that, I am certain that he is the one I wish to marry.” You said softly, trying hard to convince your father of this union. They often say that the day of a wedding could cause doubts and cold feet; you just expected it to come from you or Aemond, not your father. 

“Very well. But you must tell me or your uncle immediately the moment the prince treats you any less than what you deserve.” He said, and you nodded with a beaming smile, linking your arms as the ceremonies were to take place and your father was to walk you down the aisle. 

“You look enchanting, my heart.” Aemond lowly whispered as you sat next to him at the feast to celebrate your union. “Thank you, husband,” You say with a wide smile, watching as Aemond’s lilac eye grow darker as you called him by his new title. “Say that again,” He said darkly, the pressing need he had for you only growing, and he feared he could truly no longer restrain himself. 

He had desired to have all of you for years. To taste and feel every inch of you, but he had hindered himself. Though both of you knew that in the end, you two would be husband and wife, and the wedding was only a formality, Aemond still placed control upon himself from claiming every part of you. Though you, his little wife, was a flirt. Who often indulges him with teases and suggestive notions, you were still a lady who had guarded her virtue until her marriage. There was nothing shared but chaste and secret kisses between you two, and neither of you could wait any longer to discover the pleasures that marriage life had to offer. 

“Say what again, husband?” You teased and smirked, but it was quickly wiped off as your husband quickly stood and whisked you out of the hall for the bedding ceremony to begin. A ceremony that rang through the halls as your cries of pleasure could be heard from the highest tower of the keep and into the lowlies of dungeons. Safe to say that no one debated your union afterwords for a dragon had found a lion to be its life long companion.

“Where are you going?” You mewled as you felt your husband release his hold on you and leave your warm, marital bed. The two of you had been married for more than two years now, but you still acted as if your ceremonies were made just yesterday. You were always eager to be by your husband’s side. 

“I have a meeting with the small council, my heart. Go back to sleep… I shall return again when you wake so we can break our fast together.” Aemond murmured, sitting by the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through your hair as an effort to lull you back to sleep because he could not grow distracted by your insistence of him staying because he knew all too well that he would yield at your request. 

“But that is not until first light… the sun has not even replaced the moon. Come now, my love, do not leave your wife.” You yawned as you tugged at your husband’s arm, missing the feeling of his frame against yours. 

“I still have to train,” Aemond reasoned, trying not to cave in even though your voice and insistence pulled him in. “You could train later… and I could watch and cheer you on. Please, my love, come back to bed.” You say, further peeling your eyes open to plead with your husband. You knew he would give in. He still hadn’t placed his eye-patch, and that often signified that he was not yet ready to start his day. There was still room for you to convince him not to leave the warmth and comfort of your marital bed and your arms. 

“Aemond, come now, my love. You would not want to upset your beloved wife so early in the morning, do you?” You asked, a sly threat on your lips. Though you were quite clingy and dependent on your husband, there were times that you prospered when he was not in your presence. It had only happened thrice where you and Aemond grew cross with one another, and Aemond, a man who never apologizes, who never surrenders, would always be the first to yield and amend things even if your disagreement was not his fault. An excellent fleet of his patience. 

He could not bear it when you were cross with him. He could not stomach to see you be out of his reach. He always wondered how you could be so indifferent and avoidant during arguments when usually you were stuck permanently by his side. It was as if you were not yourself. And Aemond could not bear it to see you place your attention on other people whilst ignoring him. Somehow, you had turned his aloof and stoic demeanor to one that mirrored your needy and dependent self. 

Aemond sighed and cupped your cheek. “Very well, but soon as the first cock crows, I must leave.” He said and waited for your agreement, but you were reluctant to give it. “Why can't you just skip today’s meeting? You are overworking yourself— you have barely any time for yourself— let alone me.” You pouted, and Aemond let out an amused breath and placed a chaste kiss on your pouted lips. “I am their king, my light. I must be there to oversee the happenings in the kingdom.” Aemond said in amusement. 

Aye, Aemond was now king, and his way to the throne was paved by bloodshed and war. Just a few moons after your marriage, King Viserys was taken by his multitude of maladies, and a war for the Iron Throne broke out. Those were the darkest of days, and neither you nor Aemond wished to recall them anymore because that was the most trying time of your marriage. 

You nearly went crazed when you woke up one day to a cold, empty bed and a pathetic letter from your husband saying that he had to fight in the Riverlands. Aemond knew it was cowardly to leave and sneak out in the dead of night instead of explaining to you the magnitude and urgency of the situation. But he could not do it because he knew you would put up a fight and insist that he bring you along. Aemond could not make any such risks. 

You had only gone one day without your husband by your side before you too sneaked out of the castle with your guards who you had generously bribed and rode to Harrenhal. To say that Aemond was furious was an understatement. He, however, could not help but feel touched and endeared as you had once again proven to him how desperate you were to be by his side. And ever since then, the longest time apart between you and your husband ever since marriage was just a mere three days. You were still bitter about that fact, and Aemond could only happily try and stir your mind away from that unfortunate occurrence. 

“Do you love me?” You suddenly questioned as Aemond was still only sitting on the edge of your bed instead of lying down next to you with his arms wrapped tightly around your frame. “My heart, what a question. I love you more than anything in this world. You were the reason I came to understand what love meant.” Aemond answered, leaning closer to you as he tried to smooth away the furrow between your brows. 

“Very well then. If you love me, why are you so insistent on leaving our bed and my presence?” You asked, and Aemond paused for a moment before a smile broke on his lips at your expecting, frowning face. “Oh, my heart.” Was all Aemond could say before conceding and laying his head next to yours. You were quick to invade his space, practically sprawling yourself atop his frame and making him wrap his arms around you. “You’re quite needy, you know that, yes?” Aemond questioned as he once again ran his fingers through your hair. You were practically purring as he continued to do such actions. “I know. But I as well know that that is what made you love me.” You smiled slyly and burrowed your head on his chest to smell him further because his scent always managed to bring you calm. 

Aemond sighed in marital bliss and placed a lingering kiss atop your head as you began to slowly drift into slumber in his arms. He turned to the balcony of your chambers as dawn was approaching, and he would have to leave you to oversee his duties. He savored each moment that he had you in his arms because he knew it would be long, torterous hours before he’d be in your presence again. 

When the first cock crowed, Aemond let out a grevious sigh as he tried to stir you to your side of the bed but you, of course, resisted. “No.” You muttered in your deep sleep. “Please, my heart. Must we do this each and every morning?” Aemond questioned, exercising his patience with you. “That is precisely the point. We do this every morning, and you leave me every morning. Why can it not be my turn? Why can’t you just stay?” You asked and waited for your husband’s answer, but he only peppered kisses on your face, an effort to distract you. It did.

“Go back to sleep, and I promise that when you wake up, we shall break our fast together,” Aemond whispered and quickly kissed your lips to muddle your mind, and all you could do was nod. Aemond placed a kiss on your lips again, a kiss that further made you lightheaded by with how his tongue would tease yours and how your husband’s hand would linger ever so lightly on your bosom. 

You barely had time to process it before Aemond pulled away and quickly dressed while you were still intoxicated by your kiss so he could slip out of your chambers without any more qualms leaving your plush lips. When you hear the door shut lightly, your trance dissolves, and you huff in frustration before curling up in your bed once more and waiting for your husband to return. 

Aemond hurried through the halls of the castle to reach you in the garden before your patience wears thin. He had dismissed the small council for the morning and decided that they shall meet once again that afternoon when you were usually distracted by court. “You’re late. The food and tea had grown cold.” You said as you feel your husband's presence. 

Aemond sighed heavily and moved to kiss you, but you moved away in annoyance. “You should have eaten earlier, my heart,” Aemond said and sat across from you. He hurriedly placed items of various colorful dishes on your plate, but you could only glower at your husband. He had made you wait a whole half hour before joining you in the gardens!

“I have no appetite.” You gritted, and Aemond pursed his lips as he made your tea to your liking, the liquid now tepid and would not be appealing to consume. “Apoligies, my heart. It is just the small council—“ You rolled your eyes as whatever reason he offered from one ear and out the other. Aemond narrowed his eye as he watched you roll your eyes at him. He must admit, now he was growing annoyed as well. 

“You’re acting quite spoiled. I have already apologized; it was beyond my control.” Aemond muttered under his breath as a rare occurrence of his patience of you wore thin. However, Aemond quickly regretted his words as he saw your eye twitch in annoyance, and you quickly stood. “Let us go, Ser Adam.” You say coldly, now greatly frustrated at your husband because not only did he neglect you that morning, he had also offended you.

Aemond called for you as he watched your departing form with your knight. He sighed heavily and shook his head as he saw you walk closer to your knight as the both of you disappeared from the gardens, a pang of jealousy coursing through him. 

The moment Aemond was made king, he assigned to you the most capable and skilled knight in the kingdom. He, unfortunately, was also the most comely knight at their disposal, making unfavorable emotions arise in Aemond. It was bad enough that the knight was constantly by your side, assisting you throughout the day, and his job being quite literally placing all his attention towards you— and for him to be comely and agreeable? That was simply adding insult to injury. It was safe to say that your closeness with your knight was the biggest threat Aemond could think of. Even greater than the actual threats that come with him having the conqueror’s crown upon his brow. 

Because of the unfortunate occurrences during the morning, Aemond was distracted by the thought of you the entire day. Aemond had only begun the second session of the small council before he abruptly ended it after just two measly matters. He was wrapped in jealousy, uncertainty, and guilt, as he could not even bear for you to be out of sorts for just a few moments. 

He walked through the halls of the keep once more, knowing at this hour you would be with the majority of the court to watch the jesters perform. He saw you in the great hall gathered with your ladies, made and gleefully laughing at the performance. Aemond stood by the door for a moment, admiring the way your eyes would crinkle and how a smile beamed on your lips. However, as he saw you leaning closer to your knight who stood by your side and motioned for him to lower so you could whisper something in his ear, Aemond was quick to grow enraged, especially as a smirk found its way to your knight’s lips. 

Aemond quickly made his way to his proper place, which was by your side. The courtiers were surprised to see the presence of their dutiful king but still gave him respect. You sighed as the entertainment you watched ceased, and the court jesters bowed to their king. You did not even give your husband a sparing glance as you were still quite hurt at what he had called you earlier. 

Aemond took his seat next to you as the performance began once more. He could feel you ever so slyly move away, and that frustrated him further. “Let go of me.” You said quietly as your husband had enough of your antics and simply just moved you to make him sit on his lap. He was quite swift that you had no time to react or possibly forsee his actions. “But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? Us in each other’s company. I am simply giving you what you wish for— like always.” Aemond said, without a care with how the court were no longer watching the performance but rather eyed their king and queen. “We are before other people.” You gritted as you once again stirred on his lap, mortified as you were never one for public displays of affection, which Aemond found curious because when behind closed doors, not a whole army could pry you off him. 

“I do not care.” He whispered in your ear, and you placed a tight smile on your lips as you realized that the court was starting to take notice of your reluctance to be in your husband’s presence. Heaven forbid they start to whisper about your marriage. You huffed and had naught a choice but to rest on your husband’s lap until the performance ended. 

“You smell quite lovely, little wife… is that the perfume I gifted you on your seventeenth name day?” Aemond murmured against your skin, his nose nuzzled in your neck as you tried your best efforts to ignore him. Aemond smirked and placed light kisses on your neck as he knew that just the right touch or the correct compliment would have you melting in his hands. 

You stayed silent, trying to remember the offense your husband had just committed moments earlier. However, it was growing harder to remind yourself as his kisses on your skin burned you with desire and his hold on your waist was inching higher towards your bossom, your peaks already hardening with just the thought of his cold, calloused hands growing near. 

“You are aware that it is treason to ignore your king, my heart,” Aemond whispered and nipped the lobe of your neck, the court’s gaze no longer upon you two as just one glare from their king had made them quickly focus all their attention on the jesters and leave you two be. 

“How can I be ignoring the king when I am quite literally on his lap?” You gritted and once again struggled to get out of his hold. You, however, froze a deep, silent groan left Aemond’s lips, a sound that was for your ears only. “Why had you ceased? You were burrowing into me so perfectly, my heart.” Your cheeks bloomed with color as you felt his desire poking against your bum. 

“Have you no restraint, husband?” You asked, half in mortification and half with desire. “None when it comes to you, my heart. I would think you would have known that by now.” Aemond smriked as he saw how gooseflesh rose to your skin as his breath fanned your neck. “Aemond,” You gritted, taking a firm hold on his hand that was wrapped around your waist. 

Your breathing starts to heave, and your heart starts stuttering. “Just say the word, dear wife. And I shall whisk you off to our chambers. Or perhaps… make them all disappear so I could hear your cries of pleasure echo around these great halls.” 

“Say what you wish for, my heart and I shall always give it to you,” Aemond swore, and at his words, your eyes practically rolled back as just his voice was able to place damp between your thighs. “Make them go away,” You whispered, and Aemond smirked as he quickly barked the orders for everyone to leave you two and no one should enter the halls until he says otherwise.

When the doors shut, you wasted no time in turning around to straddle your husband and smash both of your lips together. You ground your hips against his in a futile attempt to find friction, but whatever you feel through both of your clothed bodies is not enough. “This does not mean you are forgiven,” You moaned as Aemond sucked on teh sensitive part of your neck as his fingers moved to undo the ribbons of your bodice. 

“Whatever you say, my heart,” Aemond panted and quickly sought your lips as he could not have enough of the taste of you. “Oh gods— take it off already!” You said in frustration as Aemond fiddled with your gown, not fully taking it off, but you were already so desperate to feel his touch upon your skin. “So impatient you are, my heart,” Aemond hummed in tea, knowing full well that his own impatience had rubbed off on you, just as how your clingyness had rubbed off on him. 

You did not respond but only smashed your lips together once more and successfully removed his leather dublet. Your hands caressed his smooth, chiseled chest, your touch teasingly going lower, making your husband growl against your lips and him playfully nipping your lower lip. 

You were finally rid of your dress as Aemond made you stand just for you to take his place on his seat. You sat comfortably as Aemond stood before you, taking off his trousers. Your finger went to your lips as you bit your nails when a wicked thought of spreading your legs crossed your mind, and you quickly decided to do it. Aemond breathed heavily as you displayed for him your pretty cunny. Glistening and calling for his sole, undivided attention. 

“What do you want, my wife? Word it out already so I may give it to you,” Aemond said, on the verge of begging for you to let him taste your cunt. “I want you to kneel.” You whispered. “Kneel before your queen and feast on her cunt like a man starve and until there are tears streaming down her face.” You stated, settling further in your seat as a new wave of desire overtook you when you saw the way your husband’s lilac eye darkened. 

Aemond was quick to oblige your order and kneeled before you and burrowed his face into your cunt. He was lapping at your folds, the vulgar noises echoing into teh room and your moans only accompanied them as he sucked so heavenly at the pearl of your cunt.

“Gods— you do that so well, Aemond.” You moaned, gripping at his hair to feel more of him. Your eyes rolled back and a wonton sound left your lips as his tongue darted in and out of your whole and teh bridge of his nose burrowed at your nubbin.

Aemond smirked at the sound of your moans and the feel of your thighs wrapped around him. You were quick to come undone, and your husband could only greedily lick your essence, wasting not a drop of you. “Still as sweet as ever, my heart.” He murmered as his lips retruend to your skin and trailed upwards your body to take one of your heaving tits into the hot cavern of his mouth, toungue teasing the taut bud until teeth placed a quick nibble on the sensitive skin. 

Aemond took your still dazed body into his arms as he once again switched places and made you return to straddle him. Even through your haze, you had no trouble in sinking down his cock that slipped easily between your folds.

Aemond let out a deep, sensual humm of approval as he felt your walls clench around him and the tip of his cock made contact with the spot in your cunt that made you see stars as well as make you a dazed, moaning, cock drunk mess. 

“Gods look at you— I might have married a whore by how well you bounce on my cock.” Aemond gritted as he placed his hand in between you two so his fingers could pay attention to your cunt’s pearl. 

You could only moan a response, focusing on chasing your next high even if you had not truly recovered from the previous one. “Ae… Aemond—“ You called, panting, and your husband already knew what you meant to say. He quickly dipped his head to place a lasting nip on your tit before switching your positions for a third time as you could never really stay on top for long. It was too tiring and, quite frankly, distracting as you tried to search for your release. 

Luckily, your husband had no problem in doing most of the laborous work whilst you just layed before him and watched through lust fille eyes as he pounded into you so hard that it made your tits bounce so delictably for him. 

Aemond thrusted and thrusted upon your cunny, watching as how you gripped him so well. He caught the way as your hands found home on your breasts as you palmed the mounds to find further pleasure and to stable yourself as the orgasm you were chasing was quickly arriving, ready to wash over you and turn you into a blushing, mess of a whore for your husband; just as he often likes to remind you. 

“Aw, does my little wife wish to come? Is that you want, my heart?” Aemond taunted as he himself was close to his release, and you desperately nodded before him, unable to form words as you were completely overwhelmed. “Words, sweetheart, words. Just say it, and it shall be yours.”

You moaned and tried your best to take hold of your mind and control your tongue. “Yes! I— I want you to make me come— husband— please,” You all but yelled and with just a deep, stroke of his cock, you came undone with a loud moan that all the eavsdropper outside the hall heard. 

They could only blush and turn to the ground as it had been a reoccurring occurrence that their king and queen would be spontaneously get caught in the midst of passion anywhere, everywhere, and anytime, everytime in the walls of the Red Keep. But who could blame either of you, for everyone in the kingdom could see plainly that their queen and king were both quite impatient and desperate for one another. 

[shadowkoo]

Drink It Over

→ Summary: Frustrated after another disastrous date and an uncomfortably long dry spell, you drunkenly confide in your best friend about your dick dilemma, or lack thereof. You need a little help getting off, and to your surprise (and maybe a little amusement) he’s more than willing to step up, turning a simple ‘friendly favor’ into something that just might change everything.

↠ seungcheol x f.reader | 3.1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, friends to lovers

→ Warnings: alcohol consumption, consensual drunk sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, light degradation (if you squint), teasing, messy sex, fingering, praise, edging, begging, brief orgasm denial, orgasm control, sloppy blowjob, face fucking, cock choking / gagging, deep throating, pussy stretching, breast & nipple play, biting, light hair pulling, face riding, oral (male & female receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum play, cheol thinks y/n is perfect (duh he’s simping after you ofc)

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→ Author Note: a big thanks to ally @lovetaroandtaemin for making this banner for me and also for beta reading. i appreciate you sm!!!! this is just a short idea bc i’ve been having a lot of Thoughts™ about cheol lately so ur welcome lol if you prefer to read on ao3, it's been crossposted here! (divider credit)

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"Don’t. Even. Start." You groan, plopping down dramatically across from your best friend, whose smug face is already screaming, I told you so. He doesn't even try to hide his smirk.

"I didn’t say anything," Seungcheol grins, eyes twinkling with mischief as he slides a shot glass your way.

With a resigned sigh, you grab the glass and knock it back, the soju warming you up as it slides down. "If you say ‘I told you so’ I swear I'll..."

"Oh, please," he smirks, already pouring another shot into your empty glasses. "You love my 'I told you so's."

You narrow your eyes, but you can’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you lift the glass to your lips.

"Do you want to guess what it was this time?" you ask, swiping the soju bottle from Seungcheol and pouring the next round.

He leans back, tapping his chin as if he’s deeply contemplating what could have gone wrong, "Hmm… Catfish?"

You shake your head.

"Unemployed?"

Another head shake.

He studies your face with a knowing smirk before tossing back his shot. "Let me guess… He talked about himself the whole time and didn’t ask you a single question?"

"Bingo!" you sigh, and instead of pouring, you take a swig straight from the bottle, finishing it off.

Seungcheol snickers, already waving down the waiter with an exaggerated gesture. "Another over here! My best friend's tragic love life demands it!"

You both burst out laughing, the waiter giving you a bemused look as you lean back and shake your head. "Why do you always have to be right?"

"Oh, it’s a talent," he says with a wink. “And, not to say I told you so… but I told you so. Like, a million fucking times," Seungcheol says, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. "Seriously, Y/N, you’ve got to stop dating these finance bros who couldn’t care less if you fell off the face of the Earth."

You groan, slumping forward onto the table. "Seriously, ‘Cheol. It’s not like I want to keep going out with these guys. But dating is already impossible, and I’m running out of options to get laid. Desperation is a hell of a motivator, you know?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Desperate enough to date the human equivalent of a Q3 budget presentation?"

You snort, a half-laugh escaping before you sigh. "Normally, I can power through the self-absorbed bullshit, tuning it out until… well, until I at least get to the fun part. But lately, I can’t even make it past dinner without feeling the urge to bolt."

Seungcheol shakes his head with a sympathetic smile, refilling your glasses. "Cheers to raising your standards and saving yourself from the agony of underwhelming penises."

You clink glasses with him, smirking. "I’ll drink to that."

A moment of silence passes and a thought occurs.

“’Cheol?” you begin.

He looks up from his phone with a blank look, waiting for you to continue.

“Will you fuck me, as a favor?”

Seungcheol, startled by your question (rightfully so), nearly chokes. ”Um, repeat that?” He says, after getting his coughing under control.

“Please fuck me. Not right now obviously, I know you must have plans later. But sometime soon? I know you can deliver, and I’m in desperate need of an orgasm.” You plead your case, desperate to get dicked down the way you deserve, but he doesn’t seem all that convinced.

He tilts his head just slightly, trying to read you. There’s no way you can be serious…right?

“Well?” you press, trying to get an answer out of him.

“Well, what?” He huffs, “You’re asking me for a sympathy fuck?”

You nod, searching his eyes for any sort of answer, “Pretty please? Consider it a friendly favor.”

“Pffff, okay. But only since you begged.”

It’s your turn to choke on the half-finished shot raised to your lips. “Wait, really?”

“What kind of friend would I be to let you suffer? You’re in obvious need of a capital O, or three. Plus we kissed on New Year’s Eve.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” you laugh, remembering all too well. Neither of your dates showed up and you both kind of decided, ‘what the hell, why not.’ Neither of you has mentioned it again, until now. Especially not you, with how hot and bothered it left you.

“I don’t know. It felt like the right thing to say. Quit teasing me or I’m gonna take it back,” he says with a fake frown and pouty lips sticking out.

“You don’t want to drink it over-I mean think it over?” you sit back in your chair. “Wow, maybe I need to be cut off for the night.”

Seungcheol laughs as you fumble over your words, knowing very well that you haven’t hit your tolerance yet. He’s witnessed you outdrink everyone, himself included, on several occasions. You just have a habit of jumbling words together and mixing them up at inconvenient times, he clocks it as an anxious thing.

“C’mon, let’s finish this bottle and get out of here.”

Seungcheol unlocks his apartment door with you standing not too far behind him. It’s a routine you’re used to, but everything feels different tonight. As he holds the door open for you, your arms brush, and the light touch sends goosebumps prickling over your skin.

You step inside, slipping off your shoes to fill the silence. “So, uh, this is awkward. What should we do first?” you say with a nervous laugh, trying to cut through the tension.

You didn’t expect him to take your offer up so soon, thinking he’d have plans for the evening. What normally happens in situations like this? As if it’s normal for two friends to hook up…

He doesn’t answer your question with words. Instead, Seungcheol turns to you and pulls you into his arms. His lips find yours, moving softly, testing the waters while holding you close.

It’s familiar; he kissed you like this just a couple of weeks ago, but this time, he tastes of peach-flavored Soju, and it’s addicting–he’s addicting. Your lips mash together furiously while your hands run through his thick hair, twisting his dark strands through your fingers.

You involuntarily moan into his mouth when his tongue dips inside yours. Goddamn. His tongue massages yours, each lick sending a wave of heat directly to your center.

Seungcheol’s chest vibrates, releasing his own sounds of satisfaction as you grab a fistful of his hair. Meanwhile, his arms instinctively tighten around you to pull you even closer.

Somehow, in the midst of being caught up in kissing, you’ve made it into his bedroom. He walks you backward until he lowers you onto his bed, moving quickly to hover directly over you.

Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, Seungcheol sucks gently before raking his teeth over the swollen flesh.

“’Cheol,” you breathe, once he finally pulls back for air. He looks at you with heat flaring from his eyes.

“If it gets to be too much at any point, tell me to stop. Okay?”

You nod, and his lips reattach to yours.

He’s careful not to move too fast, even though the growing length in his pants practically begs to be let free. He’s on a mission here, and that’s to give you three body-shaking, life-altering, other-worldly orgasms before the night is over.

When he feels like you’re ready, Seungcheol slips a hand under your skirt. His fingers trail the outside of your bare leg leading up to your hip, and he’s surprised to find out that you’re not wearing anything underneath.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he chokes out the words, “You went on a date with that prick without wearing any underwear?”

Your cheeks heat up, “Don’t judge me.”

He chuckles, “No judgment here. If anything, I should praise the fuck out of you for giving me such easy access to your perfect pussy.”

The redness on your face continues to grow from his words, you’re not used to hearing your best friend speak like this. You should be embarrassed by how much it’s turning you on, but you can’t focus on anything else at this moment in time besides Seungcheol’s fingers getting closer and closer to your cunt.

He trails two fingers up your slit, gently rubbing your clit before ever-so-slowly sinking them into your dripping heat.

Your breath quickens when he begins pumping them in and out, curling them inside of you to brush against that one special spot.

“Oh my god, mmm,” you hum, bucking into his hand, unable to hold back.

“That’s it, pretty girl, warm yourself up for what’s to come. I like my sluts wet and needy for me.”

His words send a wave of wetness through your body, coating his fingers as your hips buck again and again.

Faint sounds of your drenched pussy fill the air as his pumps get harsher. “Shit, do you hear how fucking wet you are? So fucking hot,” he growls before smashing his lips into yours, swallowing your moans.

Seungcheol can tell you’re close to your first orgasm; your inner walls are practically sucking his fingers back in with each thrust.

His lips move to your neck and he sucks gently, making sure not to leave any marks - even though he’d love nothing more than to mark you and claim you as his.

So yeah…maybe he’s been secretly dreaming about this. Not exactly the whole ‘friendly fuck’ part of it, but he didn’t want to freak you out earlier when you propositioned him. But you laying in his bed, pantiless and soaked just for him? Yeah, he’s definitely had this dream before. And he really liked how it ended.

“Are you gonna come all over my fingers? I can feel that you’re close. Tell me what you need.”

“More. I need more,” you whine, lifting your hips off the bed to meet his hand.

“How much more?” he grins. “Do you need more of this?” he asks, curling his fingers even further into your pussy. “Or do you need me to tell you how much of a good slut you’re being right now, with your legs spread open for me and your skirt hiked up to your waist?”

“Definitely both,” you mewl, as the tingles in your body start to grow.

Seungcheol’s fingers purposely slow down, wanting to enjoy this just a moment longer just in case you want to stop before going any further.

“What are you doing? Please don’t stop. Please, ‘Cheol, make me cum,” you beg, one of your arms holding his down between your legs.

“Fuck,” he groans, his length twitching in his pants after hearing your pleas. “Anything for you.”

You throw your head back as your center starts to clench around him.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” His demand sends you crashing. Seungcheol admires the way your face twists in pleasure as you unravel around him.

“Absolutely perfect,” he breathes, leaning in to kiss you sweetly for a few seconds. He ends it soon after, noting that there are entirely too many clothes for his liking.

Standing up, he steps back to make the first move to undress and takes off his shirt. He drops it to the floor and looks up at you, soundlessly saying ‘your turn’.

You take a deep breath and push yourself up too. You’re actually doing this.

He watches you like a hawk as you let the fabric of your now-wrinkled skirt fall to the ground. Then, your arms move to your shirt, pulling it over your head and adding it to the growing pile of garments on the floor. Seungcheol sucks in a breath when your hands move behind your back to unclasp your bra, his eyes glued to the lacey fabric that slowly reveals the most beautiful pair of breasts he’s ever seen.

Round, plump, and perfect. Just like the rest of you.

You raise an eyebrow, then drop your hungry gaze to his crotch briefly before looking back up at him, as if to say ‘checkmate’.

Seungcheol sighs, this night keeps getting better and better. His hands work to undo his zipper before he shoves his pants off - boxer briefs quickly falling suit.

Your mouth waters when his length springs out of the falling fabric, bouncing up against his abs. You’ve heard rumors that your best friend was packing, and they don’t disappoint. Damn.

“Look at you, you’re practically drooling,” he says with a smirk, taking a step closer to you as he pumps his velvety length. “Are you a greedy little cockslut?”

Dropping to your knees, you nod frantically. You’re dying to feel the weight of his thick member in your hand, and the taste of his rosy tip.

“Open wide.”

You oblige and let him guide his girth into your mouth.

Seungcheol’s body shudders as you close your mouth around him. He tenses as his length goes further into your wet heat, nearly losing it when he touches the back of your throat.

“Jesus, baby,” he says shakily. He allows you to take over momentarily while he composes himself and nearly cums when you wrap your soft hand around his dick.

“Mmmm,” you hum, making a satisfying ‘pop’ noise when you come back for air. Keeping eye contact, you lower your lips and leave a light kiss under the rim of his head, before devouring his full length again.

His hips jerk from the sudden change of pace, and he sucks in air when your cheeks hollow.

“That’s it,” he purrs, running a hand through your hair. With a handful of your curls, Seungcheol holds your head in place as he thrusts into your inviting open mouth; gently at first but each thrust after has a little more edge to it. You can feel your throat bulging from how far down he goes.

You gag around him, your eyes watering from the intrusion, and you force your jaw to stay relaxed because you don’t want this to end yet.

The way Seungcheol looks down at you with so much admiration and awe has your pussy clenching around nothing.

His thrusts become less powerful but contain more speed, and he lets out a slew of expletives.

“Fuck!” Seungcheol growls, pulling out before it’s too late. He leaves only a string of drool connecting his cock to your mouth. He only wants to cum in one place right now, and that’s inside your pretty little cunt right after he splits it open.

“Get back on the bed and spread your fucking legs for me,” he grunts, pumping his length with the remnants of your spit.

You waste no time getting into position, your pussy practically begging for more attention.

“Such a gorgeous cunt,” he mutters, “I can’t wait to ruin it.”

Seungcheol climbs over you, and you moan simultaneously through your connected lips as his tip meets your hot center.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he admits in between kisses, his length rubbing through your sticky folds before sinking home.

“Oh, god!” you cry out, your hands digging into his tensed back muscles.

“Fuuuck,” he drags out, “You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked,” Seungcheol groans, head falling forward into the crook of your neck once he’s pushed all the way in.

There’s only one word to describe it. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. He savors how good you feel beneath him, how right it feels to be inside you.

“Listen, I appreciate you being gentle given your size,” you pant, “But please fuck me hard, ‘Cheol. I can take it*.*”

That’s all he needs to hear before drastically picking up the pace.

“Yes! Just like that!” you scream, your voice blending in with the sinful slapping sounds echoing between you. He stretches you out in the most wonderful way; you’re close to seeing stars each time he pounds into you.

“Is this what you wanted? To get fucked into my sheets like a nasty little slut? Tell me.” His hand grips the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look at him.

It’s impossible to form words right now, but he can tell by your blissed-out face that you’re clearly getting exactly what you crave.

Seungcheol loves how your breasts bounce in rhythm with his thrusts; he can’t help but grab one, massaging the supple flesh between his fingers.

You melt into his touch and let out a gasp when he pinches your nipple, giving it a gentle twist that sends a wave of heat directly down between your legs.

“Shit,” he curses, feeling you get wetter. You’re close.

His hand slides down your stomach and lands on your clit, expertly massaging the sensitive nub until you’re squirming beneath him.

“Seungcheol! Fuck!” you choke out as your luscious walls constrict around his cock. He helps you ride out the rest of your shockwaves, entranced by your fluttering eyelids and parted lips.

He’s not far behind you. This look of yours alone is enough to snap the coil and release his milky load into you.

He pumps into you one last time, shooting the last of his seed into your depths, before rolling off of you.

You lay next to each other, catching your breath in your post-incredible sex haze.

“Wow,” you sigh.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Seungcheol says with a smirk, his head turned to look at you.

“’Cheol, I can’t move,” you admit.

“Throw a leg over my body and I’ll do the rest, baby.”

Again, you oblige, and question when his hands land on your ass cheeks, pulling you up high and higher on his body.

“What are you-” your words are lost when he pulls your hovering lower half onto his face. His tongue wastes no time to find your clit, swirling the bundle of nerves into his mouth.

You cry out when he starts sucking and grab onto his headboard to stop yourself from falling over.

He laps at your opening with his tongue before diving in. Seungcheol doesn’t care that he can taste himself while he eats your sweet cunt, you’re too tempting. He’s intoxicated by your scent, your flavor, you.

“Fuck I’m g-gonna cum again. ‘Cheol- I’m cumming,” you mewl, your hips bucking like crazy from the third wave of ecstasy washing over your body.

His fingers dig into your hips to hold you in place as you writhe against his face, coming completely undone.

You flop back into the space next to Seungcheol, every nerve in your body satiated and spent.

He grins and pulls you into his side, “So, little ‘Cheol might need a quick nap break, but then he’ll be back in business for another round…”

A bubble of laughs bursts out of you.

“I don’t know if little is the right word, my cervix would love to disagree with you on that. I’m down for a nap though, and maybe a snack break to re-energize. We need the calories after that.”

“Deal.”

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TOOTHBRUSH ᰔ sim jaeyun .ᐟ

ᯓ★ pairing : boyfriend!Jake x fem!reader / fluff , makeout ᝰ.ᐟ

2.038 ｡ in their cozy morning together, Jake and you share a quiet breakfast, teasing each other and enjoying the simple moments of being together.

feedbacks ୨୧ reblogs / a/n : sorry i got addicted writing this Jake fanfic .. he's too cute to handle

Sunlight filters in through the sheer curtains, painting golden streaks over the messy sheets and the lazy tangle of limbs beneath them. The soft rhythm of Jake’s breathing is the first thing you notice, slow and even, his face buried against the crook of your neck. His warmth is familiar, grounding, as if your bodies have long memorized how to fit together without effort.

You blink away the haze of sleep and shift slightly, only for him to tighten his arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with a low hum.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is thick with sleep, husky, laced with amusement.

You let out a small laugh, fingers brushing against his arm as you murmur, “I was going to get up…”

He groans dramatically, pressing his forehead against your shoulder before trailing slow, lazy kisses up the side of your neck. “Nope. Not allowed. Stay.”

You roll your eyes but don’t resist when he shifts, pressing you onto your back so he can hover over you, his hair sticking up in all directions, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. The way the morning light kisses his skin makes your heart stutter, and you swear he looks like something out of a dream—except he’s real, warm, solid, right here with you.

“Jake,” you whine softly, pushing at his chest. “I need to brush my teeth.”

His grin widens. “You say that like I haven’t already kissed you with morning breath before.”

“Yeah, and that’s disgusting.”

He gasps in mock offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Excuse me? Disgusting? You didn’t seem to mind last night when I kissed you senseless.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you smack his arm, making him laugh. “That was different!”

“How?” He dips his head down, lips hovering just over yours, teasing. “Because it wasn’t morning? Because you still had your lip gloss on?”

You narrow your eyes at him, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “Because I hadn’t just woken up with a dry mouth, Jake.”

He grins, nose nudging against yours. “Mm, I think I’d still kiss you. Just like this.” And before you can protest, he captures your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, stealing the breath right from your lungs. His fingers trace light patterns over your waist, holding you close as if he never wants to let go.

When he pulls away, he gives you a lazy smirk. “See? Still love you.”

You groan, pushing his face away while he chuckles, rolling onto his back beside you. You take the opportunity to sit up, stretching your arms above your head before reaching for his hoodie draped over the headboard. Sliding it on, you glance at him—his eyes are already on you, full of something soft and unreadable.

“What?” you ask, tugging the sleeves over your hands.

He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “Nothing. Just… I like seeing you in my hoodie.”

Your heart flutters, but you roll your eyes to cover it up. “Simp.”

“And proud,” he says easily, grinning as he props himself up on one elbow. “Also, if you’re going to the bathroom…”

You pause mid-step, turning to look at him. “Yeah?”

Jake stretches, completely unapologetic as he gestures toward the sink with a lazy smile. “You could just leave your toothbrush here, you know. It’d save you the trouble of bringing it every time.”

Your breath catches. It’s such a simple thing, but the weight behind it feels different—like an unspoken invitation, a subtle promise that this, whatever this is, isn’t just fleeting.

You blink at him, trying to ignore the way your heart is doing ridiculous somersaults. “Are you asking me to move in with you, Sim?”

Jake laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… not yet. But I wouldn’t mind if you started leaving a few things here. Your toothbrush, maybe a hoodie or two. Just… whatever makes you feel like this place is yours, too.”

Something warm blossoms in your chest, and you can’t help but smile as you step closer, leaning down to press a soft kiss against his forehead.

“Alright,” you whisper against his skin. “I’ll leave my toothbrush.”

Jake beams up at you, looking impossibly boyish and full of love, before tugging you down into his arms again. “Good. Now come back to bed.”

Before you can even take a step toward the bathroom, Jake’s arms wrap around your waist, and with a mischievous grin, he pulls you right back onto the bed. You land with a soft squeak, your body bouncing slightly against the mattress as he immediately cages you in with his arms, his face just inches from yours.

“Jake!” you huff, pushing at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

“You’re really trying to leave me for a toothbrush?” His voice is low and teasing, and there’s that familiar glint in his warm brown eyes, the one that always means trouble.

You glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “I literally agreed to leave it here. What more do you want?”

He hums, pretending to think. “I dunno. I feel like I should be compensated for my emotional distress.”

Your brows furrow. “Emotional distress?”

“Yeah. You were about to leave me all cold and alone in bed.” He pouts dramatically, like a puppy who just got scolded for no reason. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”

You snort. “Like a clingy boyfriend?”

He gasps. “Clingy?! I am not clingy.”

“You literally just dragged me back into bed because I said I was going to the bathroom.”

“Because I love you,” he insists, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, the touch soft, deliberate. His eyes flicker down to your lips for a second before he meets your gaze again, his voice dropping just slightly. “And maybe because I like having you close. Is that so bad?”

Your heart flutters—because he’s unfair. Completely and totally unfair. No one should be allowed to look that good in the morning, with his messy bedhead and sleepy gaze and the way his voice sounds like a warm hug.

You press your lips together, feigning indifference. “You’re still clingy.”

Jake smirks. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Your face heats up. “That’s because you literally won’t let me go!”

“Tomato, tomahto.” He shrugs and then, before you can react, he buries his face in your neck, his arms tightening around you like a koala. His voice is muffled, but you can hear the absolute satisfaction in it. “Mmm. Guess you’re stuck now.”

“Jake—”

“Nope.” He nuzzles into your skin, his lips brushing lightly against your collarbone. “Shhh. This is the best part of the morning.”

You exhale, half-annoyed, half-melting into his warmth. Because no matter how much you try to act unimpressed, there’s something about the way he holds you—so effortlessly, like you belong right here—that makes you want to give in every single time.

After a few seconds, you sigh dramatically. “Okay, fine. Five more minutes. Then I really have to get up.”

Jake hums in approval. “That’s my girl.”

But then his grip tightens ever so slightly, and he whispers, “But you’re not actually getting up in five minutes, right?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the laugh that escapes. “We’ll see.”

Jake grins against your skin, knowing full well he’s already won.

Jake finally lets you go (after like ten more minutes of him holding you hostage in bed), and you drag yourself to the bathroom while he dramatically whines about how lonely he is without you. You roll your eyes at his antics, but when you step out after brushing your teeth, you catch him sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone—wearing the hoodie you just had on.

“You stole my hoodie.”

Jake glances up, completely unbothered, and smirks. “Correction: I stole my hoodie back.”

You cross your arms, raising a brow. “Then why do I always wear it more than you do?”

He shrugs. “Because you look cuter in it.” Then, before you can react, he stands up and grabs your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he starts leading you toward the kitchen. “Come on, let’s make breakfast.”

You sigh, pretending to be exasperated, but the warmth of his hand in yours makes your heart squeeze.

Jake’s apartment is messy in an endearingly Jake way. His jacket is still draped over the couch, a half-empty bag of snacks sits abandoned on the counter, and his skateboard is just casually lying in the middle of the living room like it’s part of the decor.

“Are you ever gonna clean this place?” you tease, nudging the skateboard aside with your foot.

Jake grins, already rummaging through his fridge. “Nah. That’s why I have you.”

You gasp. “EXCUSE ME?”

“I mean—” He peeks over his shoulder, biting back a laugh at your expression. “That’s why I have you to judge me and force me to clean.”

You narrow your eyes. “Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”

He flashes you his signature golden retriever smile, and it’s so stupidly charming that you almost forget to be mad. Almost.

Jake pulls out some eggs and milk, setting them on the counter. “Okay, Chef, what are we making?”

You glance at the ingredients, then at him. “Are you actually helping, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty?”

He gasps, dramatically clutching his chest. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Oh my god.” You grab a spatula and smack his arm with it, making him burst into laughter.

Jake does try to help, but he mostly just steals pieces of whatever you’re making and insists on hugging you from behind while you cook. At one point, he sneaks a spoonful of whipped cream and smears it on your cheek, and when you glare at him, he just grins and goes, “Aww, you look even sweeter now.”

“You’re literally the worst.”

He leans in, brushing his lips against your cheek in a feather-light kiss before murmuring, “I love you too.”

Just as you both finally settle down to eat, the front door swings open without warning. Jake barely has time to react before Jay strolls into the apartment like he owns the place, holding up a bag of food.

“Yo, Jake, I brought—” Jay stops mid-sentence when he sees you sitting at the dining table, wearing Jake’s hoodie, with a plate of food in front of you. His eyes widen slightly, and then he smirks.

“Ohhh. Am I interrupting something?”

You freeze, mid-bite, while Jake just groans, rubbing his temple. “Hyung, ever heard of knocking?”

Jay shrugs, completely unfazed. “The door was unlocked.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just walk in!”

Jay ignores him and turns to you instead, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Wait. Did you sleep over?”

You cough awkwardly, avoiding his gaze. “Uh—”

Jake immediately steps in. “So what if they did?” His voice is casual, but you can see the slight possessiveness in his eyes.

Jay grins. “Wow. You’re really out here playing house, huh?”

“Can you leave?” Jake groans louder.

“Nope.” Jay plops down onto the couch like he has all the time in the world. “I wanna know how long it’ll take before you start calling them ‘baby’ unironically.”

Jake throws a piece of toast at him.

You shake your head, trying not to laugh as Jay and Jake continue bickering like children. But then, Jake catches your gaze across the table, and despite all the chaos, his expression softens.

He leans in slightly, lowering his voice so only you can hear.

“Next time, let’s lock the door,” he murmurs, smirking. “I don’t like sharing my mornings with anyone else.”

And just like that, you’re blushing all over again.