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dollzstrology · 5 months ago

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ᥫ᭡ — The Baby Bug

Featuring — Tsu’tey x fem!Omatikaya!reader [ft. The Sully Family]

Lyrics — When you and Tsu’tey babysit little Neteyam so his parents can have some alone time, your mate starts to imagine what life would be like if you and him started a family.

Music Advisory — Fluff, Pre-Atwow based, established relationship (mates), domestic scenes, implied baby fever, baby!Neteyam (imagined as 5-7 months old), mention of Jake and Neytiri’s relationship

Duration — 3.1k words

Words from Artist — I haven’t written for Tsu’tey in forever so I enjoyed working on this! I hope my Tsu’tey lovers enjoy! As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions <3

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Your best friend, Neytiri, gave birth to her beautiful baby boy, Neteyam months ago and she and Jake have been spending their days as first time parents nurturing and loving on their child. Parenting an infant has been taking up all of the couple's time but since they’ve been able to learn and adjust to their son’s schedule, they are finally able to spend time with their best friends. While Jake and Tsu’tey are wandering the forest, foraging for some fruits for you all to munch on, you and Neytiri are sitting together with your feet resting inside the nearby river.

As the water gently flows over your feet, you look over to Neytiri with a proud smile, loving to see her in the new light that motherhood has bestowed upon her. You know how long she’s been wanting a child with Jake so when she told you she was pregnant you were so happy for her and her mate. While Neytiri sits beside you, cradling Neteyam as he’s sleeping peacefully in her arms, you can’t help but notice the faint shadow of exhaustion in her eyes. You know that having a child isn’t easy, all the sleepless nights and having to give the baby all the energy and attention isn’t easy but as always Neytiri excels.

“He is so precious.” you say softly as you lean closer to admire Neteyam. “Eywa has truly blessed you, Neytiri.”

Neytiri smiles, her gaze fixed on her son. “Yes, she has. He is my heart… but it has been so long since Jake and I had time together. Just the two of us.” Her voice carries a wistful undertone, missing the days when she and Jake could just be together lovingly as a couple instead of feeling the need to be in parent mode all the time. She can barely remember the last time she and Jake had a date night, spent the night in each other's embrace, or were able to be intimate with one another. As much as she loves her son she needs a break, just a few hours of alone time with her husband so they can reconnect.

Hearing the tiredness in Neytiri's voice and the yearning coded in her words makes your heart slightly ache. It’s clear she desires a chance to spend quality time with Jake, to remind themselves of who they are as mates beyond their roles as parents. “Neytiri,” you say softly, placing a comforting hand on her arm. “You and Jake deserve time to alone. You both have given so much of yourselves to Neteyam, but it’s just as important to nurture your bond with each other.”

She glances at you, her expression uncertain. “But who would watch over Neteyam? I cannot ask that of anyone.”

A playful smile graces your lips as you gently tap her arm. “Who said you have to ask? I’m offering.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she sits up a little straighter, shocked that you’re willing to babysit her son. “You would do that? Watch over him?”

“Of course!” you reply, laughing softly. “I love spending time with him. And honestly, I think you and Jake need this. Have the night to yourselves. Go for a walk, watch the stars, enjoy each other’s company without worrying about feedings and nap schedules.”

Neytiri hesitates for a moment, looking down at her son. Neteyam stirs slightly in her arms, his tiny fingers curling against her chest, and her gaze softens with adoration. But then she looks back at you, a flicker of hope in her golden eyes as she begins to think about what the night could hold for her and Jake if she agrees to let you watch him. “Are you certain? I don’t want to burden you.”

You nod firmly, sticking with your offer to take him off her hands for a while. “I’m positive. I will take excellent care of him. Besides, he’s perfect, Neytiri. He’ll probably sleep the whole time and won’t even notice you’re gone.”

A laugh escapes her lips, light and melodic as she places Neteyam in the baby carrier that’s wrapped around her body since her arms are starting to grow tired. “Very well.” she says, gratitude evident in her voice. “Thank you, sister. This means so much to me.”

You smile warmly, squeezing her shoulder gently. “You don’t need to thank me, Neytiri. I’m happy to help,” you say softly. “Just bring him by tonight, and enjoy your time with Jake. I promise, everything will be fine.”

—

You and Tsu’tey are currently at home, preparing your space for Neteyam’s arrival. Your cozy mauri is filled with the faint glow of bioluminescent plants you’ve carefully placed around the room to add some more light. Your mate is seated near the fire pit, carefully sharpening his blade while you gather soft woven blankets and toys, ensuring everything is perfect for little Neteyam’s visit.

“You are certain this is a good idea?” Tsu’tey asks, his deep voice breaking the comfortable silence. His hairless brows furrowed, though not out of worry for the child but more for you. Tsu’tey has seen firsthand how much energy a baby can require and he knows you’re doing Neytiri and Jake a kindness and allowing them several hours of peace but he wants to make sure you won’t get overwhelmed.

You chuckle softly as you arrange the blankets into a cozy nest for Neteyam when he decides he wants to crawl around and play. “He is just a baby, Tsu’tey. How much trouble could he possibly be?” You’ve had your share of babysitting, especially when you were younger and would help your mother take care of your siblings so looking after sweet little Neteyam was practically light work for you, you weren’t worried about how the night would go at all because you know things will go smoothly.

Tsu’tey snorts, setting his blade aside and turning to face you fully. “That small warrior may not walk or speak yet, but he already commands the attention of two of the finest hunters I know. Do not underestimate him.”

You laugh at Tsu’tey’s words, shaking your head. “I don’t underestimate him. I’ve spent enough time with Neteyam to know how strong he’s going to be someday but he’s just a baby for now.” You respond playfully while moving any items that are hazardous for a baby to get ahold of in a place Neteyem wouldn't be able to reach. “Besides, if he does decide to pull off some little surprise trick, I’ll handle it.”

His eyes soften at the warmth in your voice, though his protective instinct still lingers. “If you need me, I’ll be right here. And if that little warrior starts causing trouble, I will gladly take over.”

“I’m not worried, but thank you.”

Tsu’tey lips slightly curl into a halfway smile, glad that you’re confident. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when Neteyam tries to take over the whole place. He is a Sully after all.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be just like his father. A bit of a handful but with a heart of gold.” You pause and look at him affectionately, enjoying the back and forth banter. “And we both know you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you finish your preparations, you look forward to spending the evening with Neteyam, knowing that you’ll have his tiny giggles and quiet coos to keep you company. And, more importantly, you’re glad that Neytiri and Jake will finally get to enjoy a peaceful moment together.

Once eclipse finally comes, the sound of footsteps approaching your home draws your attention. Moments later, Jake and Neytiri walk through the entryway and into the common area, Neytiri cradling a sleeping Neteyam in her arms while Jake carries a small woven bag filled with baby essentials.

Neytiri’s expression is a mix of gratitude and hesitation, while Jake’s face lights up at the sight of you and Tsu’tey, thankful that he’s getting a little break. “Hey,” Jake greets, his voice a little softer than usual so he doesn’t wake up Neteyam. “You sure about this? Once we’re gone, there’s no turning back.”

“Go,” you say with a smile, rising to meet them. “Spend some time together. Me and Tsu’tey got this.”

Neytiri gently hands Neteyam over to you, her hands lingering for a moment as if she’s reluctant to let him go. This is the first time she’s leaving Neteyam alone with someone other than Jake or her mother since he took his first breath so she’s a little nervous about giving him up. “He has just been fed and should sleep for at least a couple hours. But if he cries—”

“We’ll handle it.” you reassure her, cradling the baby with practiced ease from taking care of your younger siblings when you were a child. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Neytiri’s lips twitch into a small smile, nodding her head and allowing herself to relax and not worry because she knows her son is in good hands. “I do.”

Jake steps closer to Tsu’tey, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, man. Appreciate you doing this. If anything goes wrong—”

“It will not.” Tsu’tey interrupts with a firm and confident tone. He knows that you and him can handle taking care of the small warrior so he isn’t worried one bit. He crosses his arms and gives Jake a pointed look, one of his usual stern expressions. “Go. Your mate needs this time.”

Jake raises his hands in surrender, a grin spreading across his face as he realizes that his best friend is right that he and Neytiri definitely need these next few hours alone to spend time together as mates. “Alright, alright. We’re going.”

As Neytiri and Jake head off into the forest, their hands intertwined and their voices fading into the distance, you glance down at the baby in your arms. Neteyam stirs slightly, his tiny fingers curling around the edge of your necklace, and your heart melts at the sight. Tsu’tey moves to stand beside you, placing his arm around your shoulder as he gazes down at the baby. “He is… small.”

You suppress a laugh, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. “Yes, and perfect.” Neteyam lets out a soft coo, his tiny face scrunching up before drifting off back to sleep.

Tsu’tey watches him intently, his fierce expression softening as he places a soft kiss on your temple. “We will do well.” he says, his voice quiet but filled with certainty about his and your capabilities.

“Yes, we will.” The two of you settle in for the evening, the peaceful sounds of the forest surrounding your home as you take on the role of caregivers for the night.

—

As Neytiri said, for the next hour or so Neteyam was sleeping peacefully but after a while he woke up energetic as ever. He was crawling around the marui, playing with some of the toys his parents brought for him so he could keep himself entertained, and every so often he wanted to be held, like right now.

While your preparing a snack for you and Tsu’tey, Neteyam makes his way over to you, tugging lightly on the decorative strings of your loincloth, communicating to you that he wants to be picked up. You gently set the knife down on the surface next to you, a soft smile forming on your lips as you glance down at Neteyam.

His bright golden eyes meet yours, and his tiny hands tug once more at the colored thread, clearly eager to be picked up. “You want to be held, hm?” you say softly, your voice warm and affectionate as you extend your arms to him, and with a delighted giggle, he crawls closer towards you, his small hands reaching for you.

You scoop him up gently, cradling him in your arms. He snuggles against you, his tiny hands grasping at your fingers as you stand up, carefully adjusting his position in your arms so both you and him can be comfortable. Tsu’tey watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he sees how easily you slip into this nurturing role. “You make it look effortless.” he says, his voice calm as he leans back against the wall, watching you with an appreciative gaze.

“It’s not hard when he’s so sweet.” you reply, bouncing Neteyam gently in your arms, tickling his belly every so often which draws a few soft giggles from him. “He’s so full of energy, though.”

Tsu’tey nods in agreement, his eyes softening as he looks at Neteyam. “The way you care for him… it’s like you were born for this.” You feel your heart flutter at his words, but before you can respond, Neteyam starts to babble happily in your arms, reaching for the bowl of fruit you were preparing earlier.

“Let’s get you something to eat, little one.” you laugh, shifting to grab the fruit you had chopped in smaller pieces earlier for him on the table. You balance Neteyam in one arm as you grab a piece of yovo fruit, offering it to him in small amounts so he’ll be able to digest it safely. He takes it eagerly, his bright eyes lighting up as he tries to gnaw on the soft flesh of the fruit and the new flavor dances on his palate.

Ever since you and Tsu’tey started courting he’s known he wanted a family with you, but seeing you like this, so natural, so nurturing, makes that desire all the more real. The thought of little feet running around the marui, tiny voices calling for their sa’nu [mother] and sempu [father], and their little faces with a mixture of you and his features feels closer than ever, not just the distant dream that once played in his mind.

Tsu’tey comes and sits down at the wooden table with you, his gaze lingering on you as you gently bounce Neteyam on your thigh while your hand is wrapped around his stomach to make sure he stays upright, his tiny fingers wrapped around yours. “You look at peace.” he murmurs, his voice low, starting up a topic of conversation that he hopes both of you can see eye to eye on.

You glance up at him, a soft smile gracing your lips. “I suppose I am.” you say, brushing a hand over Neteyam’s head full of hair, feeling his little tail brush against your skin.

Tsu’tey brings his chair closer towards you, watching as Neteyam slowly begins to drift off in your arms after burning off all his energy and filling his belly with fruit. He is quiet for a moment, as if weighing his words and trying to figure out how to phrase them. Then, in a voice that holds a sense of hope, he asks the big question. “Have you thought more about our family?”

You blink, a little surprised by the sudden question, but warmth fills your chest at the thought. “Of course,” you say, looking up at him. “I always have. I just… I thought we would wait until the time felt right.” The topic of starting a family has come up multiple times over the course of your relationship and you both knew you wanted a family but neither of you put a timeframe on it, not wanting things to feel rushed or forced when there wasn’t any reason to be.

Tsu’tey reaches out, brushing his fingers gently over the back of your hand, looking directly into your eyes. “And what if that time is now?” His tone is steady, but there is something deeper beneath it, vulnerability, the side that only you and your future children are allowed to see. “Seeing you with him… I know now more than ever that you will be an incredible mother. Our children will be strong, loved, and safe.” He pauses, searching your face, trying to read the emotions behind your expression. “If you are ready, I am.”

Your heart swells at his words, at the sincerity in his voice. For so long, starting a family was a ‘someday’ thought, but now, with the love of your life looking at you with such devotion, such certainty, you feel a shift, the readiness of becoming a parent settling into your mind and heart. You smile, reaching up to cup his cheek, your thumb grazing his strong jawline. “Then we will begin trying.”

Saying those words makes reality set in to what your future can hold. A child growing in your womb, your belly expanding the further your pregnancy progresses, Tsu’tey treating you with the upmost care during the whole experience, and bringing your baby home for the first home, a physical form of the love you share for each other. Thinking of all those moments makes your heart flutter with what’s to come and you’re ready, ready to start a family with the man of your dreams.

When Tsu’tey hears that his smile grows, his chest swelling with love as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “We will be great parents.” he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with unwavering belief. He’s confident in your and his abilities, that whenever Eywa decides to fill your womb with a child that both of you will be ready for the lifetime responsibility.

The moment lingers, warm and full of quiet anticipation of the future as you and Tsu’tey begin sharing stories of what you think your children will be like. Neteyam shifts slightly in your arms, his tiny sigh grabbing both you and your mate’s attention. You glance down at the little warrior, then back up at Tsu’tey whose eyes are filled with unwavering affection for you, and in that moment, you know that your relationship is evolving into something greater.

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k4is4rion · 2 months ago

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Bob dating hcs :O?

Robert “Bob” Reynolds x GN! Reader HCs

Thank you so much for your request! I’d be happy to give you some of my hcs for dating this gorgeous, gorgeous man

⚠️TWs: Bob typical triggers (references to domestic abuse, drug abuse)

NOTE: a lot of this is speculative based on the post credit scene of Thunderbolts*!

wc: 1550

⚠️‼️SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT ‼️⚠️

Bob’s has two favorite love languages, with a very close second place, mostly because he can’t make up his mind about which he enjoys doing for you more. The first one being acts of service, doing small tasks for you whenever he can. On top of doing the dishes for the team, he enjoys folding your laundry, making you snacks (he would make more food but he sincerely doubts his ability to cook well), and making you a warm beverage of your choice. He’s memorized which mug is your favorite, how much milk and sugar you prefer, and he always puts in requests for whoever does the grocery shopping to get the brands you prefer. As soon as you mention needing something or needing something done, he’s on it to the best of his ability unless you tell him specifically not to. He likes feeling useful, especially since he struggles with feeling like he’s not doing enough among the group, but you always reassure him that he is.

His second most favorite love language once your relationship has progressed enough definitely has to be physical touch. He is an inherently very anxious person and he’s found that having physical contact with you can be very grounding for him, especially in moments where he’s feeling particularly down. He’s a huge cuddle bug, enjoying it as frequently as possible without overdoing it- even if he doesn’t believe it’s entirely possible to cuddle too much. As much as he enjoys cuddling, his most favorite form of physical contact comes from laying his head in your lap as you play with his hair. He could lay like that for hours if you let him.

You guessed it, quality time is his third favorite! Although, being cooped up together so frequently, it just sort of comes naturally. Quality time together takes many forms, being with the whole team or just one on one. While with the team, you two often sit together while enjoying a meal, watching a movie, traveling, or whatever else you all find yourselves doing. Sometimes you’ll both just enjoy each other’s presence while doing your own things. The whole team is a bunch of insomniacs (John claims he isn’t and is actually very responsible about his sleeping habits. John is lying.) so you’d expect them all to remain for the duration of the movie night, but they don’t, even if they’re the ones selecting the movie. You two often end up cuddled on the couch watching movies for a long time, having even been discovered curled with each other on the couch the next morning. Also, if you for any reason haven’t seen one of his childhood favorite movies due to whatever given reason, he takes immense joy into introducing them to you. Sometimes he gets embarrassed once he realizes that maybe the movie wasn’t as good as he remembered, but you reassure him you enjoyed yourself anyway.

Your fellow team members tease you both about how you seem to be attached at each other’s hip because of your inseparability, but even with their jokes, they’re very happy for you both. They’re glad to see you both happy. Sometimes you’ll have a small moment of affection within the group that’ll be met with a snide comment from Ava, but you know by now it’s not serious or intended to be hurtful.

Unfortunately because of Bob’s early history with addiction, a lot of his relationships have been less than healthy. He’d do anything to make sure he does right by you. With this, he often seeks romantic advice from the New Avengers, but very rarely does anyone besides Bucky have consistently good advice. Ava asked if he was being serious by asking her of all people, then said he if was, their relationship was doomed. John sometimes gives good advice on surface level things like dates, but after Oliva, he doesn’t quite trust himself to say beyond that. Yelena isn’t really into the whole dating thing, making a similar point to Ava. Though, she does have some small moments or general wisdom she can bestow upon Bob. Alexei is well loved by the whole team but, advice from him is not the most sound. When what he’s saying isn’t complete obscurity it’s likely just bad advice. Oddly enough he’s actually had a couple moments of genuinely fantastic advice, not only for their relationship, but just life in general. He was a very mixed bag. Last but not least, Bucky had fantastic advice. He was a bit of a player back in his day, and even if what he said was old fashioned romance, it still held true. His weak spot was when things were specific to the modern sphere of dating, he’d tap out, saying how he’s got no idea how those things go nowadays- this is when a lot of the “Back in my day” moments happen.

Unfortunately actual dates aren’t very common in the time following his “Void” incident. It was incredibly hard to go out since the New Avengers were made public figures, but to make up for this, he improvises. He sets up nice little dates within the confines of the tower. Some of his personal favorites include personal movie nights with all sorts of snacks, a dinner date on the roof, or two person game nights. (Game nights with the team never go well, someone always ends up in tears [its bob])

When the two of you finally can leave the tower together, frequent ice cream trips are a MUST. He always orders a vanilla milkshake with whipped cream, his favorite- even if it’s a little basic. He’d defend his choice in flavoring by saying it was the default for a reason, and even if it was basic, the way the vanilla would linger on his lips certainly wasn’t a negative.

He hardly ever talks about his past. With his father in childhood and later his addiction to morphine and other various drugs, it’s very rare you get something out of him. Occasionally he’ll casually bring up something from his childhood, acting like it was no big deal when in reality in was sort of disturbing. One day he’d say something like “This is like the time I got into a car accident and almost died” at a very mundane thing, leaving everyone very confused. He would be confused why no one would laugh, then remember what his therapist said; time and place. He has deep rooted shame because of both what he’s done and what he’s been through, and shockingly? This is a source of bonding between you two. He regrets a lot he’s done, you regret what you’ve done, but you both know that those things were able to get you to where you are today, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

Because Bob is associated with the avengers, it’s unanimous that he needs to be able to defend himself without the use of his powers, as it poses too much risk as at the moment. He trains differently with the various members, but training with you is his favorite even before you become a thing. Sometimes his enhancements become obvious when he forgets to hold himself back, but you remind him that what he may be up against won’t be so keen on pulling their punches. On the rare chance you spar you go easy on him, knowing he was inexperienced, but he does shockingly well! You even break a sweat, only realizing this when you’ve successfully pinned him down to the mat. He looks up at you with his big blue eyes and blurts out how pretty you look right now, causing you both to be immensely embarrassing.

Make no mistake, even if he is incredibly sweet and often times nervous, he is still a young man. A traumatized, incredibly handsome young man. He hates being infantilized by any means. He says it reminds him of his times in rehab where the nurses would treat him like a child. As he becomes more conscious of his mental illness, he makes a serious effort to help himself. Infantilizing him makes his effort feel devalued.

After the void incident, he feels incredibly anxious that something like that would happen again, even with the assistance of mandated therapy. Your comfort and words of affirmation are helpful in keeping him grounded and very much appreciated, but they only do so much. You try to compensate but it just ends up wearing you out and when he finds this out, he’s consumed with guilt. He reassures you that while he will always appreciate what you do, but at the end of the day, you aren’t responsible for him. You can only do so much and sometimes a person needs more than that, and that’s never your fault.

On a lighter note, he worships the ground you walk on. Insecure? Not if he can help it. He adores you and makes this very clear as often as he can, even if it’s done while avoiding eye contact. Sometimes when you’re just laying together he’ll pepper you with kisses, quietly murmuring how much he loves you and everything he likes about you. He feels like he’s finally understanding what it means to experience genuine love.

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mi55delulu · 3 months ago

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5:38 a.m.

pairing: team lead!jungkook x hr lead!fem reader — read prequel here.

wc: ~4.5k

synopsis: in which you and jungkook have a night in.

genre: coworkers au, romcom, established relationship, fluff, smut

cw: some office lingo, cute banter, they’re both huge simps, kisses, 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI 🔞, fingering, oral (f receiving), jk is a munch

a/n: heh, sorry … march slipped away and i’ve been dealing with some stuff, so i didn’t really have the inspo to write. nonetheless, here is my april offering! i know i said timestamp drabbles won’t go anywhere but i’m a liar 😎

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Date nights happened every Friday.

Jungkook liked planning them. Basketball games, live bands at the local park, pub crawling — you name it. They’re special because he gets to do them with someone he likes. What better way to end the work week and start the weekend than with you?

It’s finally Friday or in corporate terms: TGIF. Making it to Friday always came in the form of relief only for him to repeat the work cycle after a short lived break. He didn’t mind. Jungkook got to see you for five days in a row. Now? Fridays were his finish lines because you came as an extension.

Today is Friday — date night … er, was, until you confessed you were too tired to go out tonight. He supposes he can just use this time to start on his laundry or build that Lego set he got from his friend, Jimin, a couple months ago. Sometimes space from your partner is good. He knows it is. He adores your company all too much now that you’ve both began seeing each other for the past two months. Sure, he’s had years with you at the company — befriended you, watched you grow, and unknowingly pined for you until it finally clicked that he’d like to get to know you more outside of work. Still, dating your coworker posed risks. He’s witnessed many of his own peers and employees go through awkward dating phases.

As far as he was concerned, he made sure to follow his golden rule: never date your coworker.

Thank god he wasn’t a stickler to rules. At least, for you.

Jungkook closes your car trunk after you load your bags. You scan the parking lot to make sure there was no one around before you linked your hand in his.

“I’m sorry, my brain can’t handle being around people at the moment,” you confess. You’ve been under a lot of pressure in your area with the mass hiring event the company is hosting next week. It’s understandable why you’d want some alone time.

“Don’t apologize, I get it.” He presses a reassuring kiss on your forehead, noticing how your body naturally leans towards him, “you deserve a quiet night to yourself.”

He’s usually good at saying the right things, but the frown on your face has him second guessing. Totally wasn’t his intention to make you upset especially on a Friday where people celebrate their long awaited freedom.

“I didn’t say I wanted to be alone.”

Oh.

“I also said people, not you.” You clarify.

He smiles. Likes how straightforward you are with him. There’s no beating around the bush. Even before dating, you’re honest and assertive with what you want. It’s one of the many qualities he appreciates about you.

Tilts his head, “yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“Come over to my place,” you pause to think, “we can cook and eat dinner together if you like. I’ve been meaning to start on the Iron Man movies you recommended.”

Jungkook chuckles, pleased with your suggestion. It’ll be his first time over at your place. He wonders how your home looks like.

“Aren’t we going to the farmers market tomorrow morning? Iron Man might be too long of a watch. We can watch something shorter.” That way, you’ll both have time to unwind and sleep earlier for the farmers market.

Efficient. He’d figure you’d like that too.

Yet, it earns another frown from you.

“I don’t mind the duration …” your hand sways in his, “just want to spend time with you.”

It’s these moments where Jungkook is glad he broke his rule and decided to pursue you despite your initial ignorance to his attempts. Granted, he has a lot to learn from you in terms of being more upfront.

“But if you’re wanting efficiency,” you start, “did you want to stay the night? Drop off your stuff at home and pack some clothes for the night.”

“If you want,” you add.

Having worked with you for many years, Jungkook witnessed many instances of you making the impossible possible. Truly admirable how you understand and know company policies like the backside of your hand, so you’re prone to finding a way.

Just like now and how he wonders if you know his heart like the backside of your hand.

Yes, staying over was the most efficient suggestion.

But also, you’re going to be the death of him.

“I’d love that,” he smiles, “I’ll be over in an hour.”

—

When Jungkook appears at your door 45 minutes later, a tinge of regret sets at the pit of your stomach. He’s showered. Hair down and slightly damp. You’ve seen him in regular clothing outside of work, but him in sweats and a crewneck with the bottom of his oversized shirt poking out from underneath? Deadly combo for your heart.

Among other parts of your body.

He’s been making you feel … a lot these days. The subtle glances he’d throw at your direction if he was headed to a meeting on your floor. Not to mention his borderline suggestive Teams messages … which, you’ll have to give him a talk about eventually because you know IT is watching. Nothing too inappropriate … just says things like how he’s sorry for your slightly smeared lipstick (after sneaking a kiss in one of the conference rooms) or that he was thinking of you.

It leaves you hot.

Makes you feel like a pubescent teenager with their first boyfriend. Except, Jungkook wasn’t your first and technically hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. You’re not concerned. He hasn’t said or done anything to make you feel like he wasn’t dating you with genuine intentions.

“Come in.” You open your door wider to let him pass the threshold of your foyer. He sets his duffle bag down next to your couch and studies your living room.

You tidied up the best you could after you got home. Not much you needed to do being that you kept your living space relatively clean, but it was Jungkook’s first time over. You wanted him to feel comfortable in your home.

“I’ve always thought you were a white and beige decor type of person,” he marvels at the different paintings on the wall and little trinkets on your bookshelf.

“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” You step closely behind him.

He straightens himself and shakes his head, “no, just full of surprises.”

You’ll take it as a compliment.

“Let me guess …” you hold your chin, pretending to be in deep thought, “black leather couch? Super hero figures?”

His jaw drops, “how’d you know?”

“I’ve seen your cubicle.” You link your pinky finger with his and lead him into your kitchen.

“Touché,” he waits closely behind you for his turn at the sink, “doesn’t explain your cubicle though. It’s empty.”

“It’s not empty,” you defend, moving to the side to let him wash his hands, “just … minimal.” You liked keeping your desk space clean. Often, people decorated their cubicles with photos of their loved ones or whatever current fixation they may have. You preferred an optimal space. Work is work. Plus, it tickled you when people wrongly perceive you.

“I’ve been thoroughly deceived,” Jungkook wipes his hand on the kitchen towel and turns to face you, “so what are we cooking up tonight, Miss Minimalist-Who-Isn’t-Really-One?”

You warm.

The evening is spent preparing dinner with Jungkook. His cooking skills lacked finesse, but he has a knack for throwing in seasonings that pair perfectly. He bumps the side of his hips to yours, reaches for the spices in your cabinet so you wouldn’t have to use your stool, and washes your pans after usage. This all feels so … domestic.

The crazy thing is? You wouldn’t mind having this every night with Jungkook.

You’re both seated on the floor of your living room, back against your couch with your food on the coffee table. Even with the movie playing in the background, you’re more invested in how Jungkook’s knees brush against yours and the sounds he makes when he’s eating something good.

It’s over the top and unnecessary, really. In the past, you’ve shuddered at chewing sounds. Hell, your friends would do it on purpose to annoy you. Those same friends would lose their marbles at the idea of you finding Jungkook’s eating habits endearing.

Crazy how liking someone can change you.

“Is the food not good?” He asks.

You look down at your plate.

“You’ve hardly touched your food,” he juts his chin at your plate.

“Slow eater,” you shrug.

“Liar. I’ve seen you eat at work.”

“Because we only have 30 minutes. Here,” you scoot your plate and begin transferring over some of your food to his plate, “help me.”

Just as he’s seen you eat, you’ve seen him too. You know his appetite and you also know he was being generous when splitting up the portions. You don’t mind sharing — there’s something fulfilling seeing him enjoy food, especially for a meal made together.

“Promise it’s good though. I think I’m still full from our potluck today.” You pat your stomach.

Jungkook eats with no reserve, “ah, for Rin’s goodbye party?”

“Mhm.” Rin, one of the senior leaders, was transferring to another company. It’s tradition to do goodbye potlucks as a result of the company’s policy to not delve into the party funds for these type of gatherings. Cheapos, but oh well. Rin brings her signature chocolate cupcakes all the time and this was everyone’s last chance to have it before she leaves. Unfortunately, Jungkook is located in another program area so it’d be awkward if he just stopped by for the food.

“Ugh, still upset you didn’t save me a cupcake.”

“You know those go out the first 10 minutes. Can’t blame me.” You know he’s feigning sadness. Finds it cute when he sulks — knows it’s an absolute privilege to see other sides of him outside of work. You’ll never take that for granted. It’s how you learned he has a full tattoo sleeve and a motorcycle license. If he thinks you’re full of surprises, he’s just the same.

Perhaps that’s why the both of you work so well together.

Bellies full and dishes washed, you and Jungkook are seated on your couch for the last half of the movie. His arm rests comfortably on the couch’s frame, hand just an inch away from the back of your neck.

“You’re so far away. C’mere,” Jungkook’s fingers caresses your cheeks, sending a rush of butterflies to your stomach. You scoot closer, head naturally falling on his chest as he places his hand on your waist. The movie plays in the background but you’re not even sure what’s happening anymore. All your attention is directed at the faint scent of his detergent and the thumb mindlessly rubbing your side. Such a small and innocent act, but it has your mind going to other places.

“I like this.” His voice interrupts your not so pure thoughts.

“Huh?” You straighten yourself up.

“Friday nights,” he keeps you close, “just like being with you in general. Do you?”

“I do,” you answer without hesitation, “I like being with you too.”

“Good.” Jungkook tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and presses a kiss on your cheek. It’s small, fleeting, and delicate. Makes you want more. You never shy away from affection and Jungkook will always meet you halfway. He’s already there, head turned waiting for you.

Your lips meet his. Again, it’s small, fleeting, and delicate. Makes you need more. You frown when he pulls away. He’s not far though, forehead still connected to yours. You get lost in his hooded eyes.

“Did I upset you?” He tilts his head, “you’re always frowning around me.”

“Didn’t want you to stop,” you press another kiss on his lips, hand clutching onto his crewneck.

“Cute,” Jungkook’s breath fans over your skin as he chuckles into your lips, “you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

He doesn’t let you answer. Simply kisses you more earnestly, drinking in your sighs and soft mewls. The prior hectic work week now long forgotten as you melt under his touch and company.

“Can’t die on me,” you shudder as he trails wet kisses down the column of your neck. You gasp when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot.

He warms at your reaction and soothes the area with gentler kisses, “yeah, you’re right. Like you too much to leave you all alone in the shuttle.”

You nod, heart full from the revelation: he likes you. A no brainer, but it makes you happy hearing it come directly from him. People say it takes 30 days to form a habit. You like them — habits turned routines. You’ve had years with Jungkook and yet, you don’t think of Jungkook as a routine. Just a way of life — someone you seek out during the day and the next.

He pulls away with a serious look.

“I’ve been thinking …” his voice trails off, “about taking things a step further, as long as you’re okay with it.”

“As in?” You know what he’s implying, but you want to hear him say it.

“As in I want us to be together. Officially.”

You’ve been asked out before in the past: love letters, text messages, mid-sex — yeah, that was an odd one. But there’s something so sweet and mundane about how he’s asking you in the comforts of your home. Jeon Jungkook was always a source of familiarity — a constant at work. He’s still that even now.

Misjudging your silence for rejection, Jungkook repeats your name with a panic-strickened expression.

“Sorry, this is probably too soon, forget I said anything. I know we just started seeing each other and the whole dating your coworker dynamic might be weird, so …“

“Jungkook,” you laugh, “you think I’m going to say no?”

“Uh, yes?” He swallows.

“When have I ever said no to you?” You lean forward.

“Plenty of times,” he recounts with a playful grin, seemingly more calm now that you’re talking again, “Soobin’s salary increase, not wanting to try my caprese salad, and you still haven’t let me preview the interview questions.”

“First off, Soobin is capped off at his level. If we give him a raise, we’d need to reevaluate the entire company too. Before you say anything, we’re at a budget freeze. Also, I hate tomatoes, you know this. And previewing is—“

“Off the tables. I know, I know. I was just kidding,” Jungkook interrupts and takes your hand in his, “you’re right though. You rarely say no to me. But in this case or anytime ever, you can.”

You never had an issue with saying no until Jeon Jungkook came along. Damn those eyes and honey-laced voice he has no control over. You’ve questioned whether he’s aware of his effects; though, what does it matter when you’re willing to find alternatives to his requests?

“Huh. Wish I had that option for all your past personnel requests,” you tease. Jungkook rolls his eyes and snorts. He’s always been persistent at work, but in these circumstances, Jungkook was more than willing to wait on your terms.

You know this.

You shake your head, “can’t say no to you purely because I don’t want to,” you soak in his expectant expression, “and … I want to be with you too.”

People tell you that falling for a coworker was a recipe for disaster. You’ve seen it in your profession. Conflict of interests, gossip, and tension at the workplace if things go sour. Though, dating Jungkook never felt like a risk or a gamble. With every surface you scratch at, you feel even more immersed in Jungkook.

“Really?” He blooms, dimples making your heart stutter in your chest.

“Yeah,” you nod, “I like you a lot … always have.”

The confession shouldn’t surprise anyone. And yet Jungkook looks at you as if he won the lottery.

Struck gold.

Peppers kisses all over your face, follows after your body as you lay down, calls you cute, and revels in your giggles. Sure, he makes your job … challenging at times, but being with this Jungkook? Affection and intimacy comes easy. Simple. Natural.

“You like me too, yeah?” You husk into his lips, feeling his nose graze your cheeks as he nods.

“Course, I do,” he murmurs, “more than you’ll ever know.”

“Will you show me?”

You really will be the death of him.

Just like how you can’t say no to him, Jungkook can’t either.

Feels right when your hand wraps around his wrist and guides it right above the waistband of your loungewear, “please?”

Jungkook is a simple man.

Loves that one yellow floral dress you wear when the weather gets a little warmer — an indication that Spring is here. To new beginnings. Doesn’t realize you’ve purposefully worn that dress in the past because you enjoy the way he lights up every time he sees you. Recently, his new thing is whenever you fix the collar of his dress shirt at work. Yes, he’s a simple man. And just like right now how it doesn’t take much for him to get worked up when you look up with pleading eyes reserved only for him.

Jungkook leans in, thumb pads over the plush of your lips. It’s only natural for you to kiss them. Only natural for him to replace his thumb with his lips. Greedy. Weak. Feeble. His resolve further crumbles when your fingers grasp at his crewneck, pulling his body closer. Gets a little messy in his kisses and licks the seams of your lips. Permission? Granted, always.

“Oh!” You gasp. Music to his ears. Jungkook pulls away only to watch your expression change as he trails his hand past the waistband of your pants. Could feel your heat and slick gather at your panties.

“This okay?” His middle finger applies more pressure down your slit.

“Yeah,” you nod, “keep going.”

Call it stress or your recent dry spell, but when Jungkook’s fingers part your panties to the side and begin rubbing at a pace that has you falling apart, you come undone in under a minute. Couldn’t help it even if you tried.

“I-“ you moan into the crook of Jungkook’s neck with your eyes shut tight, unable to formulate a proper sentence let alone warn him of your orgasm. He knows though, doesn’t have to see your face to know that you’re cumming. Wishes he could. Instead, he’s met with the sudden wetness coating his fingertips, the twitch of your clit, and your muffled cries.

“It’s okay, cum for me,” he reassures while planting kisses on your shoulder, “that’s it, baby. Let go.” His fingers never ceasing in movement.

It’s never happened this fast before, not with other partners nor on your own. But you lay there, breathless and slightly embarrassed. Clarity seeps through your veins: You are dating Jungkook. Jungkook just made you cum on your couch. You like Jungkook. A lot.

A shy laugh bubbles out of Jungkook. You’re not sure if it’s your own sweat or the condensation from Jungkook’s warm breath on your skin.

“That was quick.” He teases. You swallow, squirming underneath him to push at his chest. He doesn’t move. Stays. Fingers are still moving up and down your wet sex. It’s comforting as much as it’s getting you worked up again.

“Embarrassing,” you correct, “mmf, Jungkook,” you bite back a moan at the feel of his middle finger push at your entrance. He doesn’t do more than that. Just applies the right amount of pressure to have you sigh in wanton.

Your hand runs down his torso, also wanting to return the favor, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“Work’s been so tough on you,” he removes his hand out of your pants and sits up on his knees, “let me take care of you, you deserve this.”

Not reciprocating isn’t your style, especially if you really like someone. Feels wrong to not make them feel good too. It isn’t out of obligation, it’s because his pleasure makes you feel good too. Judging by Jungkook’s tented sweats and flushed skin, you know he’s enjoying this. And so when you nod for him to continue, you swore you caught a glimpse of his cock twitch.

Before you know it, your pants and underwear are somewhere on the floor. Jungkook takes off his crewneck and and jokes it’s in solidarity, but immediately folds at the sight of your pout. His t-shirt eventually joins the rest of your clothing on the floor.

You gulp, mesmerized by his lean physique. You always knew there was something more underneath his typical business attire and oversized clothing. Just never realized where his tattoos began and ended … whether there’s more you’ve yet to discover. The freckles. Sunspots. Scars and stretch marks. All of it.

“You’re so pretty.” He says while kissing down your exposed stomach. His hands push the back of your thighs up towards your torso, parting your legs at the same time.

“Oh god,” you screw your eyes shut again as Jungkook places a delicate kiss on your sex, just a hair away from your clit.

You tremble, mouth agape from Jungkook’s tongue trailing up and down your pussy. Slow. Purposeful. Wet. So fucking wet. Maps all the areas that get you breathless and whiny. Saves those landmarks for future visits. Jungkook doesn’t tease — not this time at least. Because the moment you cry out from the small flick of his tongue in your clit, he’s all in. Lips suctioning around your clit, Jungkook finds home between your legs. You whimper, back lifting off your couch and toes curling.

He eases away and places a small kiss on your thigh to get your attention.

“Want you to watch. Will you do that for me?”

You can’t say no to Jeon Jungkook. Not when his nose is flushed, lips and chin dewy from eating you out. Not when his usually well-kept hair is slightly tussled, but he still looks so effortlessly good. Not when he asks you so nicely with those glassy eyes.

Simply because you don’t want to say no.

When you wordlessly prop yourself up with your elbows and tilt your head to the side, Jungkook chuckles and dips back down to your clit, “gonna make this so good for you, ‘kay?”

His eyes are unwavering. Locks eyes with yours for a second to make sure they stay open for him and only closes it to refocus on the task at hand. His moans vibrate into your cunt, brows furrowing deeper upon your breathy moans. Works harder to draw out louder ones.

Jungkook thinks there’s nothing better than having you like this. Performs even better when you spur him on with words of encouragement. ‘There,’ ‘Yeah,’ ‘Uh-huh,’ ‘You’re so good,’ ‘Mhmm,’ ‘Faster.’

He knows you’re close when you start rutting your pussy against his face at a steady rhythm. Easily glides two fingers inside and thrusts at an even pace. You lurch forward, shoulders hunched over at the sudden intrusion.

“Jungkook,” you pant, “y-you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Want you to come,” he encourages with a moan, “go ahead, show me how good you feel.”

It’s right there. Another lick followed by the curl of his fingers has you gushing around him for the second time tonight. White splotches bloom behind your eyelids. Jungkook keeps his promises. Makes it good for you by sucking on your clit to draw out your orgasm.

Your body plops back down on your couch, shaking from both the aftermath of your orgasm and how Jungkook continues to lap at your sex.

A few seconds pass and Jungkook finally makes his way back up to you, forehead knocking against yours clumsily. You smile into his kisses, taking in the taste of you on his tongue.

“Needed that, didn’t you?” He exhales against your lips, grins cheekily when you concur, but also realizes how tired you must be with the lack of comebacks.

Jungkook stares at the clock on your wall after you yawn, “let’s get ready for bed, hm?”

“But you,” you stare down between you and eye his hard length poking at your thigh.

“Will live,” he chuckles, “next time, okay? ” Jungkook seals the promise with a kiss.

—

You startle awake in the early morning. Half of it thanks to Jungkook’s movements and the other due to forgetting you had a guest. The dark blue morning hues don’t cast enough light for you to recognize the other person in bed with you. You recognize his scent though. Body naturally gravitates toward his warmth.

“Jungkook?” Your voice croaks, eyes fighting to stay open.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” You feel your mattress dip from his movements.

You chuckle, “a little. You were moving around quite a bit. Not used to another bed?”

“No, no, bed is fine. Great even, might need to get the same one at my place” he clears his throat, “ah well anyways, I was just …”

“Hm?”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

He sighs, shifts his arm underneath your head to eliminate the distance between. The brief pause has you anxious and yet you wait patiently for what he has to say.

“We’re, like, together-together, right?”

“Yes, why?” You answer without hesitation.

He exhales, “so we’d have to sign some sort of nepotism form?”

Having processed multiple nepotism forms, you know couples typically avoid doing this in the event there’s an eventual breakup. No one likes being talked about if there was a split, but also no one likes being caught breaking company policy. You’re a stickler to rules. Except, it feels a little different now that it involves your own personal life.

Was Jungkook afraid of people knowing? Did he have fears that the relationship wasn’t going to last?

“That’s what’s keeping you up?”

“Why wouldn’t it?” You can sense a pout even in the darkness of your room, “I love working with you. Bugging you is the best part of my day.”

Ah.

“So you do do it on purpose,” you gasp jokingly knowing full well of his intentions.

“You’re ignoring the part where I said I love working with you,” he hugs you tighter, face smushed against his bare chest, “who else is going to help me with my wacky requests? Or entertain my Teams messages?”

“Speaking of your messages …”

“You just love giving me bad news, huh?”

“You know IT can see all our messages. We could get in trouble.”

“I’m not worried. I know a guy …”

“And this is why we need to fill out that nepotism and disclosure form.”

You grin into his warm chest, “also, you’ll probably have to work with Sora on your future requests.”

“You’re joking,” he deadpans, “now I’m really not going to be able to sleep. She takes a minimum of five business days to reply to my emails.”

“That’s cause you knocked over her yogurt in the fridge,” you laugh.

“That was two years ago!”

You place a small reassuring kiss on his chest, “I’ll find a way. You know I always do.”

—

a/n: in lieu of missing my march entry, i shall give you three random life updates: 1. i am following eagletok despite being afraid of birds (shadow and jackie otp) 2. back on dating apps aka hell! had a lowkey idol x fan moment when one of our city radio hosts liked me on there. so, god if you’re listening … i would like this yn moment with any of the bts members pls, thx!!! 💞 3. cried almost every ep of WLGY🍊

next update will be a namjoon fic that me and my bestie been plotting since 2022. don’t ask how much i’ve written … you will be sorely disappointed. but it has potential!!! till next time. ♡

#jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook coworker au #bts fanfic #bts fic recs #jungkook fic recs #bangtan fic

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3liza · 13 days ago

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my sleep physician says i have obstructive sleep apnoea and what is basically narcolepsy (my sleep latency is too long but they think it’s linked to my cpap use or something) and he’s prescribed modafinil. do you have any thoughts on it? i seem to remember you talking about it at one point but obviously tumblr search function sucks.

also kudos to him for being maybe the only specialist who took my concerns seriously in our first appt and scheduled sleep studies there and then and i didn’t have to look for another doctor who wouldn’t just tell me to lose weight.

modafinil is a really interesting drug, lets see if i can summarize what i think i know about it without misinforming anyone.

modafinil is still sort of a mystery drug. we know it works and that it has a good safety profile, but we dont know exactly how. it's a central nervous system stimulant, but the more occult behaviors of the drug aren't clear. it temporarily blocks the part of your brain that perceives that you are tired. it does not actually rest you, or lessen your sleep debt, but it allows your brain to temporarily ignore it. if you have chronic sleep deprivation and/or fatigue (these may be the same thing but thats a different post), then shutting off your interoception of tiredness can make you smarter, more alert, less anxious, more focused, etc. this is theorized to be what is causing the "nootropic" effect that modafinil is credited with on reddit. its unclear if modafinil provides any cognitive benefits to people who arent sleep deprived, but so far most studies have said no.

so even though its an excellent temporary way to ignore fatigue, i dont think doctors who deal with sleep disorders are focusing enough (or sometimes at all) on making sure the patient improves the quality and duration of their actual sleep. without actual decent sleep everyone just continues to sicken gradually. modafinil wont help with that, the doctor also needs to be actively working on fixing whatever is going on with the narcolepsy and apnea (although the narcolepsy may just be a manifestation of your sleep deprivation).

modafinil can give you a mood boost but usually doesnt cause euphoria like many other stimulants can, so it has largely replaced amphetamines in the united states military (especially air force) as a combat drug. it stacks well with caffeine. in my experience it does not stack well with adderall and will also sometimes just block adderall completely. everyone's drug metabolism is really really different so you wont know until you try it how it can affect you

contraindications/warnings: modafinil is a histamine-dumping monster. if you have allergies or problems with mast cells, modafinil has a strong likelihood of making them worse (until the dose runs out, not permanently). it can also shoot itself in the foot and end up being useless or making you sleepier if your histamine load gets bad enough. theoretically you could derail the histamine dump with antihistamines but i havent found a combination that works yet

modafinil is also sometimes dogshit for people who get migraines, depending on what is causing your migraines. modafinil causes neck and shoulder clenching and dehydration, and those two things in combination with the histamine load = instant migraine for a lot of people including myself

its important to drink 10x the amount of water (with electrolytes) you usually drink when youre on modafinil (another reason i cant take it successfully). dehydration is the hardest side effect to manage. also, it often takes many hours to kick in, so if youre in that boat, it's annoying to time correctly. a lot of people set an alarm for like an hour before they have to get up, take the modafinil, go back to sleep, and it's kicked in by the time they have to get up. you can take it sublingually but it tastes sooo bad. also the half-life is about 8 hours, so it can sometimes still be active when youre trying to go to bed that night

modafinil is a cyp3a4 inducer, which means it will interfere with the metabolism of a lot of other drugs, any drugs that use the cyp3a4 enzyme to function, which is a lot of them. in addition to the case study i just posted where a guy got so low on salt after a modafinil OD that his brain swelled up, there is also this elderly lady who took too much modafinil and had an adrenal crisis (and also got so low on salt), apparently because hydrocortisone uses cyp3a4 for metabolism (which explains also why i cant seem to get modafinil to work for me, im chronically low on cortisol).

so modafinil is pretty safe, doesnt seem to cause long term effects once discontinued, and is worth trying. it works great for a lot of people. watch your water + salt intake while youre on it and double check drug interactions

#asks #modafinil

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sadpotat035 · 2 months ago

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1 PAPYRUS A DAY UNTIL JUNE 5TH

PAPYRUS NO.8

A word from Papyrus: "SANS AND I WENT ON A TRIP (NOT VACATION IT WAS VERY BUSINESS ORIENTED) TO NORWAY TO SEE THE NORTHERN LIGHTS. SANS WAS SO THRILLED HE DIDN'T MAKE A SINGLE LOW QUALITY PUN FOR THE ENTIRE DURATION OF IT!"

"I THINK... I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM HAPPIER."

Today Papyrus is vacationed.

Unlike me. Who is very tired and very much wants to take a very long rest :).

Toby please release Deltarune today I'm going insane. If Papyrus is not in Deltarune Chap. 3 4 this will all be for nothing.

To adress the elephant in the room... I was considering covering it, but I put too much time on it that I couldn't. It looks better this way, right...?

God I need sleep.

#undertale fanart #undertale deltarune #art challenge #papyrus undertale

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talonabraxas · 1 year ago

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Hermes Trismegistus

If then you do not make yourself equal to God, you cannot apprehend God; for like is known by like.

Leap clear of all that is corporeal, and make yourself grown to a like expanse with that greatness which is beyond all measure; rise above all time and become eternal; then you will apprehend God. Think that for you too nothing is impossible; deem that you too are immortal, and that you are able to grasp all things in your thought, to know every craft and science; find your home in the haunts of every living creature; make yourself higher than all heights and lower than all depths; bring together in yourself all opposites of quality, heat and cold, dryness and fluidity; think that you are everywhere at once, on land, at sea, in heaven; think that you are not yet begotten, that you are in the womb, that you are young, that you are old, that you have died, that you are in the world beyond the grave; grasp in your thought all of this at once, all times and places, all substances and qualities and magnitudes together; then you can apprehend God.

But if you shut up your soul in your body, and abase yourself, and say “I know nothing, I can do nothing; I am afraid of earth and sea, I cannot mount to heaven; I know not what I was, nor what I shall be,” then what have you to do with God?”

- Hermes Trismegistus, Hermetica: The Greek Corpus Hermeticum.

“Close your eyes and let the mind expand. Let no fear of death or darkness arrest its course. Allow the mind to merge with Mind. Let it flow out upon the great curve of consciousness. Let it soar on the wings of the great bird of duration, up to the very Circle of Eternity.”

-Hermes Trismegistus.

“That which is below is like that which is above, and that which is above is like that which is below, to perform the miracles of one only thing.”

-Hermes Trismegistus.

“The punishment of desire is the agony of unfulfillment”

-Hermes Trismegistus, Poimandres.

“But this discourse, expressed in our paternal language, keeps clear the meaning of its words. The very quality of speech and of the Egyptian words have in themselves the energy of the object they speak of.

Therefore, my king, in so far as you have the power (who are all powerful), keep the discourse uninterpreted, lest mysteries of such greatness come to the Greeks, lest the extravagant, flaccid and (as it were) dandified Greek idiom extinguish something stately and concise, the energetic idiom of usage. For the Greeks have empty speeches, O king, that are energetic only in what they demonstrate, and this is the philosophy of the Greeks, an inane foolosophy of speeches. We, by contrast, use not speeches but sounds that are full of action.

-Hermes Trismegistus, Hermetica: The Greek Corpus Hermeticum and the Latin Asclepius.

“O ye people, earth-born folk, ye who have given yourselves to drunkenness and sleep and ignorance of God, be sober now,cease from your surfeit, cease to be glamored by irrational sleep!” -Hermes Trismegistus, Corpus hermeticum.

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biibini · 2 years ago

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Could you possibly write something for modern mizu with a gf that bakes alot during the odd hours at night due to insomnia to past the time :^ due to this, mizu gets gifted a bunch of sweets and pastries

modern!mizu x baker!reader (request)

a/n: this is such a cute idea omg,,, personally im more of a cook over baker (my roomie bakes more than me) but i do like a good pastry. time to add my fav gif of mizu … isn’t she just so dreamy 😻

the first few times u stayed over, u were able to sleep in peace with mizu

surprisingly, ur insomnia didn’t keep u fully awake while ur gf was sleeping

feeling her warm arms wrap around ur body made u feel more secure as u started to slumber

u weren’t fully knocking out every night but it became easier to fall asleep and stay asleep for a good duration of the night

it felt so satisfying to finally sleep through most nights

as midterms became closer & closer, the quality of ur sleep began to decrease dramatically

most nights spent with mizu ended up into some

and then some nights became few

at first, u attempted to hide ur insomnia with using homework and projects as an excuse

initally, they weren’t excuses but u had played the card so much that it started to become one

It was a week and a half before midterms week, aka hell on earth. You and Mizu had just finished dinner, now relaxing on her bed. While she was busy on her phone, you were preparing to find the best way to fall asleep successfully. Staring into your laptop in front of you, you felt her get up from the bed.

She walked over to the bathroom and getting ready to go slumber. You on the other hand, are still mentally stuck on how well you will sleep tonight.

Having insomnia meant having many off days and nights. During high-school, it was more difficult to manage your sleep schedule due to the amount of extra-curricular activities and schoolwork you had to balance while growing up. You’ve found a few ways and simple tricks to fight against it.

One way that helped you calm down during high school was baking. A messy task, yes, but the end result was worth it. It had been a few years since it’s gotten this bad. Junior year was a while ago, and the thought of college during that time sent your stress levels through the roof.

Maybe bringing back baking wouldn’t be so bad…

“Hey baby?”

You snapped out of your empty stare and look up at Mizu.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to wash up soon? It’s past midnight and you have a 9 AM tomorrow.” she reminded. Mizu knew how grumpy you could be the next day if you stayed up too long.

“Yeah, um” you glance at your computer only to find a title slide on a history presentation, “I’ll sleep soon, I just want to finish my part of this project.”

Mizu nodded as she turned off every light except for the night next to you. You look up to her, a small smile growing on your face.

“M’kay,” she placed a hand on your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, “Just not too late.”

She moved to your lips, giving them a good night kiss.

“I’ll try.” You say as you reach for her face to share another good night kiss. You lower the brightness of your laptop as Mizu tucks herself in next to you.

An hour later, you end up finish your part of the presentation. You check your phone to let your group know about your completion. Putting it down, you read the time. 1:30 AM.

Fuck, you should really get some sleep for tomorrow’s lecture.

You slowly get out of bed, checking to make sure Mizu hasn’t waken up from your movement. All you hear is a turn to the other side away from you.

Whew.

You plug in your laptop quickly on the desk, making sure that all the lights in the apartment were closed. You gently tugged at the sheets, tucking yourself in as quietly as you could. As you started to close your eyes, you took a deep breath.

In. Out.

A grumble could be heard from Mizu, turning back towards you. You feel her hands try to find you, slowly grabbing what she could find. As she pulled you closer, you continued to relax your body.

Eyes closed, mind empty.

Yet, your mind does reach a thought. An anxious thought.

What if I wake up tired, like before?

You try to shake away the thought, enveloping yourself with Mizu’s presence. Forcing your eyes shut, you continue to take slow & deep breaths.

2:30 rolls in and you’re still stuck trying to fall asleep. Technically, you should be in dreamland right now instead of being awake. Your eyes are heavy but they not too heavy to completely close. Your body is still yet your mind keeps racing.

You trusted your old tricks would help you fall asleep. Hoping that they would work, your mind finally begins to clear up and rest.

as the days went by, it got progressively worse and worse

it went to the point where u were just always up, maybe spare an hour or two for a nap, and then the nightly attempt to fall asleep next to mizu

ur aware of what was happening yet ur mind wouldn’t stop running at full speed

u wish ur mind would just shut off

and if it wasn’t ur mind staying awake for once, it was ur body keeping u awake

it was so tiring to think ab peace night after night after night, hoping for a good nights sleep but to end up feeling drained and half awake once the sun rose

on nights where ur mind or body wouldn’t shut down, u ended up succumbing to ur old habits and took out the baking pan & sheets

u thought u could stay quiet like a few years before

on the other hand, mizu began to notice the slight changes in the house

whenever she would wake up for morning workouts, ur laptop would open and on ur lap

or the baking pan and whisks and mixing bowls would be dripping wet on the drying rack

once she found a new loaf of bread in the pantry, something was up

she figured u were just up cleaning late at night as a break from the late night homework grind

but with the random loaf, it didn’t quite fit the story she had in mind

one early morning, she heard a metal noise mid toilet and tiktok session in

(a/n: i’m guilty of doing that too sorry)

concerned, she went go check in the bedroom to find an empty bed

“Y/N?” she quietly called into the hallway.

God damnit.

You had accidentally banged the baking pan on the oven’s metal rack. You quickly slid the pan into the oven, hoping the croissants u had just prepped wouldn’t be seen. You peeked over your shoulder to see Mizu’s eyes half awake, trying to comprehend what she was seeing.

You quickly checked the time on the clock. No way it was already time for her workout.

5:30 AM.

“Morning, Mizu.” A weak smile spread on your face. You felt blood rushing to your cheeks, stemming from the embarrassment of getting caught in the act.

“I just went to the bathroom and heard a noise. What’s going on, Y/N?”

She looked down into the oven, spotting the croissants.

“Did you want a sweet treat that badly?” her voice questioning you and slightly concerned. She walked towards you and gently pressed your hand.

“No, it’s just that…”

“That?”

You took a deep breath as you glanced down at her hand grasping onto yours. You look up to her eyes, ready to tell the truth. Her blue eyes seemed more awake and ready to listen, almost glowing in the dark.

“I have insomnia.” You let the truth spill out. “It hasn’t been this bad since high school but coping with it has been a bit difficult these days. I’ve tried so many ways to shut my mind off but nothing’s working.”

“Aw, baby…”

“And the best way I managed it back when it was worse was baking. It helped me keep my mind off things and pass the time.” You took a step back to find your phone and put on a timer for 12 minutes.

“So here I am. Back to old habits.” You ended, sighing in relief. You weren’t sure of what Mizu’s reaction would be. A little part of you was frightened, anxiously waiting for her response.

You didn’t expect her next actions. She let go of your hand and headed toward the sink, calmly washing the bowls and other dishes that have collected over the night.

Stunned, you watched as she continued to wash up. You looked over to see her reaction only to find a calm face.

“Mizu?” you asked, still confused about her response.

She looked up, her hands still cleaning the mixing bowls you had used.

“Did you need help with anything else before I go to the gym? I know insomnia must be hard to cope with but if this is what helps you pass the time,” Mizu finishing the final bowl, placing it gently on the dishwasher rack. “I’d like to help out in any way I can.”

“No, I’m okay but thank you for cleaning up for me.” Coming up to her, you give her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles at you and nods.

“Anytime, hon.”

She takes a glance at the clock. 5:40 AM.

“I’m gonna get ready now. Let me know if you need anything or any ingredients.” She hurries into the bedroom, getting ready to change into gym clothes.

“Okayyy.” You say, checking your phone for the timer.

A thought comes to mind.

“Actually, there is one thing you can do.” You say, following her into the bedroom. Mizu, mid-tying her hair, paused and gave you her full attention. “You can be my little taste tester.”

She chuckled as she fixed her hair into a bun.

“I get first dibs? For lil ol’ me?”, she says playfully as she grabs one of her light zip-up jackets from the closet, completing her workout outfit.

You nod happily. “Mhm. You can even request a recipe or two.”

How enticing, Mizu thought.

if u were up during her workout days, she would always find a fresh batch of pastries sitting on the dining table

on days that her or ringo had classes, u would leave a little bag or container of pastries that they go bring to school

u would always leave a little love note with a little heart and a “To my Mizu”

mizu loved the little gifts, especially if they were at her request

one night, she asked for a peach cobbler pie

woke up the next morning to find a slice in a container and a sticky note atop reading “a request for my love ♥︎”

she placed the sticky note by her desk

and brought the slice to school with her

after her class she shared with akemi, they decided to get some late morning tea by the coffee shop nearby

mizu’s eyes widen after the first bite settled in

it was bomb

peaches were practically bursting in her mouth

she continued to eat, trying to contain the deliciousness of the pie

she would text u later ab how good it was

in full detail

many paragraphs

many positive critiques

and end with a thank you for ur baking ♥︎

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ reqs for bini #mizu x y/n #bes mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu come home the kids miss you #modern mizu

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years ago

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What would happen (be it stretch of the imagination/magic/Breg finally putting both his dicks in during rut) if during Bregg's Rut that he can finally smell conception on you?

[It happened because we said so.]

His demeanor would change drastically.

In some bizarre turn of events, upon the scent of a proper conception, Breg would immediately get flooded with a myriad of new hormones sending wildly different signals to his rut-stricken brain.

He succeeded. His mate is impregnated! He did it right!!

The most noticeable change is the drop in his libido. The breeder no longer has a fifth of his usual sexual desire, there's little point continuing to torture his own metabolism when the goal has already been achieved. It calms down, in simple terminology. He no longer is in constant lustful stupors, doesn't have to hydrate as often and eats less- Partially because he's overfeeding you now.

The nest will receive more layers to improve its comfort and quality now that you are with child. Given Breg practically stripped your house of fabrics when it all started, he may have to get more from external sources, and that is motive for concern. Because while he's not as huperagressive as he'd be normally- He's still very much determined and ready to rend anyone who fights him for personal belongings into ribbons.

Most of Breg's energy is now spent in grooming you, keeping you warm and entertained, as well as always always in the nest. He's adamant on not letting you sleep on your back and constantly tries to keep key points of your anatomy "pillowed".

Be ready to have him constantly dip and smell you. While most of his attention is focused on your abdomen and genitals, Breg may just sniff around your neck and other spots that allow him clearer pictures of your mood and general hormonal state. As mentioned prior, he will occasionally make attempts to insert one or two fingers into your vagina cavity, and while you'd be likely to assume he's horny, the monster is gouging the development of your pregnancy (a little too often and too early, but instincts demand it), which is something breeders specifically can do with an unexplained level of accuracy.

Since he succeeded, the rest of his heat is a lot more mellow and his body is entering the recovery process a lot sooner. This means that Breg will come out of this rut not as exhausted and frail as usual, it's very relieving to him.

For the duration of your miracle pregnancy, Breg will not endure any more ruts, but it's possible he'll have similar short spikes of arousal. Generally speaking however, you're free of those torturous episodes.

#Bregory

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ — Summers In Pandora ᝰ Day 31 - Body Worship/Praising

Artists — Ao’nung x fem!Metkayina!reader

Lyrics — Tonight Ao’nung wants nothing more than to dive between your pretty thighs but after a long day of duties you’re exhausted. His desire for you burns so hot that he offers to do all the work so you can be his pretty pillow princess.

Music Advisory — SMUT [ mature audiences only!], aged up!Ao’nung, fluff, established relationship [mates], needy!Ao’nung, [implied] pleasure dom!Ao’nung, soft!Ao’nung, oral sex + fingering [fem receiving], double stimulation, face fucking, hair pulling, aftercare, allusions to male masturbation, lots of compliments and praise ᝰ this fic does contain aged!up character smut so if you don’t like that type of content please don’t interact and continue scrolling!!

Duration — 2.7k words

Index — Tsakarem - Tsahìk-in-training・Sayrìp - Handsome・ Syulang - Flower・Yawne - Love

Words from Artist — This was my first time writing smut for Ao’nung and it was really fun! This idea was originally supposed to be for Kinkmas 2023 but I never finished it so I decided to put a spin on it and make it fit this prompt. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

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Today there was a cold wind blowing throughout the village and it was causing a draft in your home. When the cold breeze kept gliding across your skin you could feel yourself shivering so you decided to start a fire and gather around it so it would warm up yourself and your home. When you start the fire you can immediately feel the heat emitting from it and it's already eliminating the cold air that's constantly flowing inside.

Ao’nung is next to you during the whole process and he watches you in awe, loving how you always take charge and make things happen. You've always been the type of woman to get things done no matter what it requires, you never wait around for a man to assist you and that’s one of the main reasons Ao’nung wanted you as a mate, he absolutely loves that quality about you so by watching you in your element he can’t help but feel a little turned on.

After a while both you find yourselves laying down a few inches away from the fire, your head laying on his chest and arm wrapped around his torso while his hand is resting on your thigh. The night is going perfectly just like you wanted, after the long day you’ve had all you want is to lay with your mate until you drift off to sleep. You can feel your eyes growing heavy so you allow them to close, happily letting sleep take over your body but that plan is interrupted when you feel Ao’nung’s hand travel from your thigh to your ass, squeezing it gently before rubbing it in a circular motion. You already know what he's implying by his actions, you know your mate very well. When he starts rubbing against the flesh of your ass, moving your hair out the way to place soft kisses on your neck, and teasing his fingers around the strings that are holding your loincloth together you know he wants sex.

When you feel his other hand inching toward your bra top you grab his wrist and stop him. “Not right now, baby. I’m tired and I just want to sleep.” From completing your numerous duties around the clan and also having to do your Tsakarem training with Ronal which took several hours, drained all the energy you had stored for the day. If this was a normal day and you had a good amount of energy you would of course engage in the marital act with Ao’nung but tonight you’re just too worn out. “Just let me take a nap and then I’ll do whatever you want, okay?”

Everything you just said basically went in one ear and out the other. Ao’nung doesn’t want to wait, he wants you now. He wants the sweet taste of your arousal on his tongue now, he wants to hear your sweet moans now, he wants to feel your hands gripping his hair as he devoured your heat now, he can’t wait until you wake up from your nap. “I’ll do all the work, all I want is you to lay back and look pretty for me. How does that sound syulang?” Ao’nung practically worships the ground you walk on, whether it’s publicly or privately, he always lets you know how grateful he is to have you, how beautiful you are, and how sexy your body is.

To him this is you’re world and he’s just lucky enough to live in it. Ao’nung is willing to do whatever it takes to see you squirm underneath his touch, he doesn’t want you to feel like you need to please him because by allowing him to pleasure you is enough for him, he could cum from simply knowing he’s satisfied you to the best of his abilities.

When you hear Ao’nung’s offer all you can do is let out a little laugh, you can tell he really wants to dive between your thighs. His eagerness is definitely turning you on, knowing that your mate is craving you without even having to do anything sexual is starting to make a pool of slick form between your legs. At first you were going to brush him off but now his horniness is rubbing off on you so you decide to cave and allow him to have his way with you. “That sounds perfect, sayrìp.”

The words barely have time to settle in Ao’nung’s mind before he pulls you in for a lustful kiss, swirling his tongue around your mouth while gripping your chin, moving his hand down and wrapping it gently around your neck. When Ao’nung can’t contain himself any longer he moves his hands down your body, using his mighty strength to rip off both articles of your clothing, revealing your round perky breasts and the mound of your sweet pussy.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? Your body is so perfect, made just for me.” Ao’nung whispers as his eyes scan your body in awe, wondering how Eywa found him such a gorgeous and perfect mate. He feels like your body is carved and sculpted just for him, just for his hands to touch, for his eyes to see, and for his body to be pressed against. It isn’t long before his head is between your thighs, the sweet smell of your arousal making him feel like a man possessed as he runs his tongue over your slit, spreading you open in a swift manner before lapping up your juices so the sweetness of your arousal can dance on his tongue. His tongue finds its way to your clit, sucking on your precious pearl which makes you squirm within seconds.

Ao’nung continues swirling his tongue around your clit, giving it a deep kiss while it throbs against his palate, making a breathy moan from you fill the air. It’s a continuous process: flick, lick, suck, all the motions that’ll bring you great pleasure which is exactly what your mate wants. You can feel him spreading your juices on your inner thighs and his saliva running down your folds, making the flat of his tongue caress every pleasure point. After a while he comes up for air, wanting to savor your delicious taste and amazing scent. “Eywa, woman you taste good.” Ao’nung groans, his chest heaving as he catches his breath which makes you giggle because you’re ultimately doing the same before he continues feasting on you.

Once his lungs feel replenished he lowers his head between your thighs again, causing your breath to hitch in your throat at the unexpected feeling of his tongue swirling around the entrance of your pussy. After teasing you for a few moments, enjoying the desperate whines from you filling his ears while making it seem like he would place his tongue inside but only circling around the outer edge, he finally gives you what you want, intruding your hole and pushing his tongue inside.

“Oh, fuck,” You can feel your legs instinctively spread to make more your room for Ao’nung’s head that’s now moving in multiple directions, and your hips thrust upward wanting to feel him as much as possible. Your hands make their way to the top of his head, tangling your fingers in his curly hair as you grind against his face, practically suffocating your poor mate but he’s so drunk off your pussy he doesn’t give a damn.

With each stroke of his tongue he can feel you opening more and more for him, your warm slick leaking out and sliding down his tongue while the access drips down his chin and travels down his neck. Seeing how you’re reacting to him, tightening your grip in his hair, rutting against his face like an animal, and how you’re so eager to cum all over his face makes him want to ram his cock inside you until your eyes are puffy with tears, seeing your arousal stick to his pelvis as he thrusts inside you until he’s filled you to the brim with his warm seed.

The lewd thoughts he’s conjured up in his mind makes him moan into your heat, pressing his tongue further into you as he uses his hand to gently rub circles against your clit for added stimulation and double pleasure. Every small spasm and tiny twitch that ripples through you, Ao’nung call feel. Any movement you make, any warning tremor your body makes that you’re about to cum he reads loud and clear, wanting to make sure when you cum, you cum hard.

“Mmm! Don’t fucking stop!” And with that the Metkayinan goes into overdrive, his mouth, tongue, and fingers begin to work tirelessly, switching between slurping up every single drop of your sweet juices and swirling around your clit, smothering himself by stuffing his nose into your mound to reach the depths of you and fill his nostrils with your intoxicating aroma. Right now he doesn’t even care about his aching jaw, throbbing cock, or lack of oxygen, all he wants to do is please the woman he’s been blessed with.

Ao’nung slips two of his fingers into your wetness with ease and curls them just right, causing his fingertips to press against your sweet spot. His thick fingers stretch you out beautifully, and that paired with his controlled strokes, powerful sucks and long licks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge, bringing forth an ecstasy that only he can give your body. A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your grasp tightening the strands of his hair as your thighs snap close around his head, not allowing him any movement other than continuing to devour your heat.

Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake, your muscles spasm and twitch uncontrollably as your back arches off the mat underneath you and soon it turns into complete bliss. His fingers continue their relentless pace of pumping in and out of you, lengthening your orgasm while he gently kisses and sucks on your clit until your body slowly goes limp from the incredible pleasure he’s inflicting on you.

Ao’nung’s hand wraps around your thigh, gently tapping your supple skin, silently telling you to untangle yourself from him which you do in an instant, unwrapping your legs from around his shoulders and allowing him to sit up properly. When your eyes look up at him he’s glistening in your slick. His chin, lips, and nose are covered in your juices, making your cheeks heat up from the sight. When your eyes trail down his body you notice the outline of his hardened cock straining against the woven material of his loincloth, making your mouth water at how enlarged it looks and the blots of pre-cum you can see soaking through.

You blink up at Ao'nung, still feeling the warm tingles of aftershocks in your body as he starts to clean you with careful, practiced strokes. The damp cloth is soothing against your oversensitive skin, his touch so light it feels like a whisper. His soft hums of approval and the quiet murmurs of praise in your native tongue send shivers down your spine. "You are perfection, syulang," he murmurs, his deep voice like a soothing balm. "You have given me all I need tonight. Just seeing you like this... it is enough."

Your hairless brows knit together, lips parting as you glance down at the evidence of his own arousal, still taut against the fabric of his loincloth. The woven material struggles to contain him and his cock is practically growing in size by the minute. Your mate is anything but sated, and you know it. “But Ao’nung,” you protest while propping yourself up by your forearms, your voice slightly hoarse as you try to speak. “you haven’t—”

Ao’nung’s hand pauses, the damp cloth resting on your thigh as he takes a moment to study your face and the expression it holds. The slight flush in your cheeks, the way your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, and the glazed-over look in your eyes tell him everything he needs to know. “You’re exhausted, y/n,” he murmurs, his voice laced with special tenderness that’s strictly reserved for you. He gently brushes a stray strand of hair away from your damp forehead, his fingers lingering against your temple. “I pushed you enough tonight. You’ve done more than enough for me.”

“But yawne—”

He shakes his head firmly, though his touch remains soft as he resumes cleaning you with the damp cloth. “No, syulang. You need to rest. It doesn’t feel right to make you do more when I can see how tired you are.” His gaze flickers to your trembling thighs and then back to face that clearly shows how sleepy you are. “I’ll be fine. Just go to sleep.”

As his wife you feel like it is your duty to sexually gratify your husband no matter what so the idea of leaving him unsatisfied sits uneasily in your mind. You reach for his wrist, stopping him mid-movement. “It doesn’t feel right to leave you like this,” you tell him, your voice firm despite the fatigue threatening to pull you under. “You’re my mate. I need to take care of you too.”

Ao’nung’s lips quirk into a faint, affectionate smile. “Stubborn, as always,” he mutters under his breath, though his tone is filled with nothing but adoration. “You’ve already taken care of me. Watching you cum for me is all I needed.”

Still, you persist, your hand tightening slightly around his wrist, wanting him to just give in already and allow you to reciprocate the pleasure he gave you. “Well, It doesn’t feel like enough.”

Ao’nung lets out a low chuckle at how persistent you are and how you’re fighting sleep just so you can return the favor, which makes him just fall deeper in love with you. His free hand comes up to cup your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. “It’s enough for me,” he says softly, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. “I would much rather you rest than push yourself when I know you’re already spent.”

You open your mouth to argue again, but Ao’nung leans forward, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead that causes you to silence your words before you can make them audible. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of it myself if I need to.” He doesn’t mind jerking off to flashbacks of you trembling under his touch, imagining your warmth wrapped around his cock, and running his thumb over his oozing tip and imagining it as your tongue, if it means his mate can get some well deserved rest.

“Ao’nung, just let me—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding down to your shoulder, guiding you gently to lie back down so you can finally get sleep. “Close your eyes. You’ve done more than enough for me tonight.”

A part of you wants to push and continue fighting him on the idea of letting him handle his hardened cock alone but the weight of exhaustion finally takes over, your body sinking into the soft mat and you allow your mate to win this time. Ao’nung pulls the blanket over you, his hands lingering to make sure you’re fully covered and comfortable.

As your eyelids grow heavy, you hear him whisper in your ear one last time, his voice low and soothing as he lightly strokes your hair, something he knows helps calm your mind and body. “Sleep, my beautiful mate. You’re all I’ll ever need.” As the words leave his lips he settles beside you, his presence warm and protective as you drift off into a dream state. For now he’s here to make sure your night is peaceful and your sleep is without interruption but later tonight, when you’re hours into your much needed rest, he’ll be in the other room stroking his cock to the thought of your exquisite beauty and gorgeous physique.

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