Watching Season 2 Again And Him Humming His Song Is So Cute, I Love This Loser Sm

Watching season 2 again and him humming his song is so cute, I love this loser sm 😔💕

hi so sorry i was the one who requested for m!rover, cld the nsfw be for females? the sfw being gender neutral pls! thank you!

nsfw hcs | m!rover x gn!afab reader. reader has a vagina but no other specifications. switch rover. general hcs. 625 words.

-` When it comes to fighting, Rover is a natural, but the skill of lovemaking is, unfortunately, something he did not obtain when he awoke with little memories. He’s a bit nervous to disappoint, hesitant to initiate and continue. You might find this shyness cute though. In the beginning of your intimacy, Rover is most likely letting you guide him, willing to learn what to do and how you want it, even allowing himself to submit to you if that’s what you love.

-` He’s not very loud, quiet like his normal attitude. His moans are soft and come out more in breaths, sometimes grunts, only peeking during climax. He also tries to minimize the sounds by burying his face whether in a pillow or his arms. He’ll bite his lip if he can’t bury the sounds. Make sure you give him kisses to stop his lips from bruising! If you ask him to, he’ll try to swallow the nervousness to let out more sounds for you; it’s easier if he has access to your ear so he can just make all the sounds right where you can hear everything.

-` I think once he’s adjusted to sex, his favorite thing would be to eat you out. Rover discovering how big of a munch he is was so game changing to him. When I say he likes to eat, he likes to eat. The taste of your cunt, thighs plush against his face, the wet noise of his tongue slushing over your clit, it’s all heaven to his senses. He wouldn’t mind being crushed between your legs. Just squeeze his head, he really wants it. His favorite treat would be for you to wear pantyhoses; ripping it open for your cunt to pop out like unwrapping a candy. Plus, the fabric is nice for him to run his hands over. If he notices you wearing them out in public then his imagination will run too wild for him, and you’ll notice the lingering, silent gazes on you, his cheeks red as he turns away.

-` He is still very silly during sex! He likes to giggle, he doesn’t mind mistakes, he likes jokes! He usually starts out very light-hearted like this, it helps calm his nerves, but also the sight of his half-naked partner laughing softly while lust builds in their gaze over him…is that idea not sexy or what? It is to Rover, and no one is changing his mind.

-` Rover needs smooches constantly, he needs a position where he could easily reach your lips whenever he wants. He’s addicted to kissing, but it’s also comforting. Kiss him however you want, he wants your lips on him no matter what. He’ll let you dominate his mouth, so don’t tease him by ghosting your lips over his, it’s not nice. If you keep teasing him, he’ll flip the switch and get your smooches himself, and you’ll find you’re the one needing air instead. Honestly, he can just enjoy a heavy make-out petting session and it’ll leave him satisfied, and if you train him well, he could cum right in his pants from your tongue in his mouth. He’s a little embarrassed by this idea, though.

-` He loves a little hair tugging on either you or him. He doesn’t need you to grip it too harshly, just a quick tug here and there, it’s part of the reason he likes eating you out; he gets to have your hands buried in his hair, getting tugged around, the slight sharpness of the sensation making his head fill with clouds. If you tug on his braids when he’s least expecting it, he makes a cute, surprised sound, almost mixed with a strangled moan, and it’s especially embarrassing if you do it outside. 

Haikyuu!! fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

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GENERAL

TEAMS

~ KARASUNO ↪︎w/Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Nishinoya, Daichi, Sugawara & Coach Ukai

~ NEKOMA ↪︎w/Kuroo & Kenma

~ FUKORODANI ↪︎w/Bokuto, Akaashi & Konoha

~ AOBA JOHSAI ↪︎w/Oikawa & Iwazumi

~ SHIRATORIZAWA ↪︎w/Ushijima & Semi

~ INARIZAKI ↪︎w/Osamu, Atsumu, Suna & Kita

~ ITACHIYAMA ↪︎w/Sakusa

~ JOHZENJI ↪︎w/Terushima

~ DATE TECH↪︎w/Aone & Futakuchi

~ MSBY BLACK JACKALS ↪︎w/Hinata, Atsumu, Sakusa, Bokuto & Meian

~ EJP RAIJIN ↪︎w/Suna

MASTERLISTS RECS

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@ admiringlove’s masterlist

@ adoringhaikyuu’s masterlist

@ atsumiye’s masterlist

@ atzuums’ masterlist

@ babiedeku’s masterlist

@ carameian’s masterlist

@ cinnamonreccs’ masterlist

@ cinnamonruts’ masterlist

@ dokifluffs’ masterlist

@ elysianslove’s masterlist

@ fushiguroll´s masterlist

@ inumaaki´s masterlist

@ iwadori’s masterlist

@ kageyuji’s masterist

@ kaiijo’s masterlist

@ kitashousewife’s masterlist

@ kitashinsvks’ masterlist

@ krappykawa’s masterlist

@ krisdreaming’s masterlist

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@ onetouchq’s masterlist

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@ quirrrky’s masterlist

@ rinslutz’s masterlist

@ sashimiyashi’s masterlist

@ sckyie’s masterlist 1, masterlist 2

@ shibaraki’s masterlist (nsfw)

@ sir-kuroo’s masterlist (nsfw)

@ starrysamu’s masterlist

@ sunasbabie’s masterlist

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@ violetarks’ masterlist

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Updated:07-June-2024

“He was my best friend and he just…left.”

The loneliness that echoes in your voice bring Sakusa back to the first thing he ever heard you say,

“People with dreams are so bothersome.”

It had stunned him, the apathy with which you talked to him–no. You didn’t even say it to him…you said it in passing when the other members of your group project were trying to accommodate Sakusa’s demanding schedule. As star of the university’s team the rest of the group was happy to meet his needs. You weren’t hostile about it but there was something confusing about your tone. As if you really did hate him but he wasn’t worth the derision.

So it caught him off-guard when you showed up at his door with an apology after the project was over and even more off-guard when he suggested you buy him a Matcha latte to make up for it, suddenly pursuing the curiosity toward you he’s been ignoring.

And as the two of you meandered through campus the small talk slowly went somewhere deeper. Somewhere into your heart as you opened up and, for the first time–maybe ever in his life–he found himself listening.

Caring.

You’re sitting next to him on a bench at the edge of campus, eyes unfocused as you reveal the truth behind your indifference toward athletes.

“He was…really good and I thought our school’s team would make it to nationals but…they didn’t. They lost right at the last second and I think it broke him more than he wanted to admit…”

Sakusa doesn’t rush you as the memories pass behind your eyes.

“We always walked home together after his games…but that time…He said he wanted to be alone.” You exhale shakily. “I gave him a day or two of space thinking he’d come around like he always did but when he didn’t show up to school, didn’t even open my texts, I went to his house and that’s…” You tremble, emotions teetering between anger and sadness. “That’s when his parents told me he was gone.”

“Gone where?” Sakusa asks.

You swallow a lump in your throat, eyes tearing up. “He was recruited by some special, secret elitist training program that isolated him from everyone. Even his parents hadn’t seen or talked to him after they signed the waivers and he went off.”

You grit your teeth speaking through clenched jaws. “The asshole didn’t even tell me he got a letter.” The skin stretches over your knuckles so tight it looks like it’s going to tear as you grip the edge of the bench. “He just went off without a second thought, without a glance back and we–” your gaze focuses on the sprawling campus with anger and betrayal, tears rolling down. “We were going to come here together. This was our plan! To come here after high school! It’s a good school–a great school–for athletics and it was going to shunt him into the pros and I would…”

“Be there with him,” Sakusa softly, mercifully finishes for you as you drop your head into your hands and nod. “That’s why you’re in the athletics department…” You nod again and he understands.

Sakusa’s heart sinks in sympathy. Ignoring the voice in his head that chides him for feeling something for someone else, he lets the empathy wash through him from head to toe as he silently sits with you as you cry.

After a while you wipe your face and slowly sit up, embarrassed for breaking down in front of him; he wishes he knew what to say to put you at ease but he doesn’t.

“Sorry,” you say thickly. “I didn’t mean to…yeah.” You clear your throat and huff. “That was a lot more than I meant to share with anyone. I’m sorry.”

He shrugs, surprised at his own lack of irritation. “It’s fine.”

“No.” You turn to face him. “I’m really sorry. For all of it. Not just this,” you gesture to the bench, “but all of it. For being a dick to you and biased and…” you sag, “everything.”

“Really.” He meets your eyes when they flick to him, liking the way you don’t shy away from his intensity. “It’s fine.”

You hold his gaze. And though your small smile doesn’t touch your eyes, still too burdened by everything you’re feeling, it’s genuine and it plants a strange feeling in his chest. “Thanks Sakusa.”

“Anytime.”

Sakusa stares at his ceiling for a long time that night as his mind replays everything you told him, the expressions you freely shared with him, and the way you treated him like a person. Someone other than a germaphobe or an intimidating ace. Sleep evades him as his chest swirls with too many new feelings.

It’s not until later that he identifies all the things he felt that night…A strange gratitude for the best friend who abandoned you giving him the chance to meet you twisted up with a burning rage for the pain he caused you and the simple belief that he would never leave you. 

Years become proof that he doesn’t when you make it to the Olympics with him as manager for the volleyball team.

“Guys get warmed up before Hibarida gets here!” you shout, irritation masking fondness as you attempt to hustle the stragglers and an odd interaction catches your eye.

Bokuto’s scratching his tilted head as he looks between Kageyama and the doorway.

“I was the first one here,” the setter replies in confusion.

“No, you weren’t! I was!” Hinata shouts and Kageyama turns to snap back but you interject.

“…Whhaaaat’s going on guys?” you ask chidingly. “Why aren’t you warmed up?”

Kageyama dubiously gestures to Bokuto who looks like his head’s imploding. “Sorry…I was just trying to figure out how Kageyama got inside so quickly.”

“What?” Your face screws up in confusion.

Kageyama mirrors the expression. “Yeah. That’s what I said.”

Bokuto points to the door that leads to the lobby on the verge of hysterics. “I just saw him! Out there talking to Sakusa-san still in his team gear! And then the next second he…”

You stop listening, Bokuto’s words replaced by a ringing in your ears because you opened the gym for the early-risers this morning which included Kageyama…he’s been here…He hasn’t left…But at the same time Bokuto’s distress is so sincere that you believe he believes he saw Kageyama…Which means there’s an athlete out there who looks just like Kageyama…

Blood surges to your chest with the horrible possibility of who Sakusa’s talking to, your stomach feels like it’s fallen to the floor and you sway dizzily.

“Whoa, you okay?” Kageyama asks, hands out ready to catch you if you faint. You can’t speak but you force yourself to nod and head to the door, turning back to give an angry point to the rest of the team stretching.

Not waiting to see if they follow your direction you nearly stumble toward the door, hesitating at the gray metal. You try to take deep breaths and focus on the cold metal as you gently open the door and see Sakusa

facing Isagi Yoichi.

yandere!duke with wicked stepmother!reader imagine

warnings: mentioned child abuse, fem!reader, arranged marriage, implied obsessive behavior.

Imagine being reincarnated not as the heroine of the dark romance novel that you fell asleep reading, but the male lead’s villainous stepmother. Although it would be many years before you would marry his father, and your family would get out their mountain of debt from this arranged marriage. You swore to not take out your anger on the poor child as you laid in your crib.

Just because the duke still held a candle for his first wife and the mother of the male lead, his son did not deserve such cruel treatment from a woman who would never receive any affection from her husband. Arranged marriages rarely result in mutual happiness, but there is always the possibility of creating a respectful partnership between each other. 

So that is what you will do. 

You became ambitious in your studies and etiquette lessons, making connections with other young ladies of high society as your own reputation grew. Instead of becoming known for being a spiteful and superficial noblewoman,  invitations to soirees, tea parties, and banquets arrived at your household every other day.

The Mad Dog of Macaluso became The Blossoming Flower of High Society. Despite the marriage proposals your household had received, none of the gentlemen in the Umbra Empire were as rich as Giovanni Lombardo, the grand duke and the male lead’s father. 

So, the marriage still happened; but you were not bothered by your new husband’s declaration on your wedding night that he would never have a child with you, citing that he found you unpleasant and nothing at all like his deceased wife as his tall frame towering over yours, his gray orbs glaring down at you with icy disdain. You stared at him for a moment before you smiled.

“No one can ever replace a loved one, and it is a relief to know that you do not care for me romantically, Your Grace. This is a situation that is beneficial only to my house, and the Emperor had forced you to select me because he was tired of hearing everyone talking about how his most trusted aide has refused to remarry since his wife’s passing six years ago during childbirth. Your son is your heir, so there is no need to have another child. If you would permit me, I would like to get to know him more. If you do not believe me, you can assign a servant to watch me interact with him and the rest of the staff. Is that acceptable?”

The baffled expression on the duke’s face at your words had been worth all the hard work you have placed into being a better side character that wouldn’t be killed in the novel’s third chapter. You would not disappoint him. 

You would prove to be a valuable partner and protect the male lead until it was time for you to leave the stage. 

Three years passed. You performed your duties as the duchess, overseeing the household and organizing any functions that were to be hosted in the duchy. When you weren’t doing paperwork in your private office or speaking to the head butler on how to improve the workplace and other matters, you spent time with the male lead. 

Alessandro was a sweet little darling, possessing his father’s shiny platinum silver tresses and his mother’s bright blue eyes that sparkled in delight when you praised him for doing so well in his studies with a big hug or a kiss on the cheek. He was precocious for a six-year-old, though he still could not understand why his Papa didn’t like Mama. Mama being you, even when you have had to gently correct him more than once that you are his stepmother, not his birth mother. 

“Some day when you are older, you will understand.” You said, resting your chin on top of his head as you carefully adjusted your grip around his middle. He liked to sit in your lap under the garden’s pagoda during tea time, and you saw no issue with it.  “Papa may not like me, but we love you. That will never change, and we only want the best for you.” You ran a hand through his hair, tucking a stray strand behind his ear. 

In the original work, he became obsessed with the female lead because he did not receive any love from his father and was abused by his stepmother. Her gentle demeanor, her kindness and loveliness triggered his desire to have her all to himself. He had even commissioned the construction of a human-sized golden cage so that he could keep the female lead by his side forever. 

Alessandro pouted. “But I don’t want to wait that long! Can’t you tell me now?”

You chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait, my dear. Believe it or not, being a grown-up can be hard in this big, scary world.”

“That’s impossible! Papa is super cool and can do so many things!”

“Yes, he is quite something, isn’t he? Now drink some tea or it will get cold.” 

What you did not realize at the time was that the duke had returned home early from work and went to search for you. The head maid had told him where you were, though the duke had not expected Alessandro to be with you in the garden. He heard what you said about him, and how you have come to accept that you will never be loved by him and it was not his son’s fault.  How affectionate you were with him, smiling and ruffling his hair while reminding him to pay attention to his arithmetic tutor because it was important for him to understand numbers because they were just as important as knowing all colors in a rainbow or which fork to use for salads. 

You had kept your promise to him. 

You did not demand his affections, prioritizing the duchy and his son’s wellbeing. You did not take any paramours nor spent more than the allowance you were given to shop for dresses and other accessories in the capital. You attended tea parties, and did not bring shame to his family name. You were a perfect wife. You were worthy.

Would you object to him spending time with his son as you do? Would you allow him to get close, to spoil you with gifts? Would you even consider the idea of giving Alessandro a younger sibling? It’s been too long, and he does have needs. 

Happy Mother's Day, guys~! :)

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Yandere!Cheating Duke X Duchess! Reader X Yandere!Lover Servant

I just want to write a reader who has the same/more power as/to the yandere(s).

The setting is still in the fantasy/manhwa world, medivial, any setting as long it's not modern.

CW: two yandere, rivals, cheating, consent smut, infidelity.

I'm making the darling a little more forward(?), daring, more power or that can go against a yandere. Atleast, that's what the darling thinks. Also, this is not polished like my other stories.[ Forgive me, I'm not good with smuts! I also love y'all comments and your ask/request(will answer them soon!). The Yandere Emperor and Yandere Crown Prince son really outnumbered the yandere Omega. Y'all are crazy for that!]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Mistress." He murmured. His arms hadn't let go off your waist. It was the first thing your eyes landed on when the sunlight came in to greet a new day from the window balcony. You closed your eyes again to find your way back to sleep again.

Your hands went to trace his back full of scar last night from your nails. You hummed when he gave you a pepper kisses on your exposed skin.

"Morning." He gave you one last kiss on your lips before snuggling between your chest. His arms hadn't move around your waist since last night."Mmmh..morning..." You muttered looking away—eyes still close—from the sun when it kissed your face.

"Do you want me to call the maids to serve you breakfast?" His sweet voice lull to sleep more. You whispered no. Last night, this man gave you something akin to that of heaven, something your husband never gave you.

Last night, you made love with this man. The same man you rescued from the human trafficking, kidnapping commoner from the outskirts of the kingdom. Now, indebted by your kindness he devout himself to you with his life.

You groaned, feeling your body is aching all over. This goes not unnoticed by your lover."Did I hurt you to bad?" He asked. His earth orbs are gleaming with shine and now getting filled with tears. "I-I'm sorry, I was rough with you mistress." His voice full of regret and loathe on himself.

You opened your eyes, ruffling his curly brown hair before stroking it. Staring down at his eyes. "No. You did good." You smiled at him, cupping his face, before kissing him in the lips. He whimpered,deepening his into yours.

The intoxication of alcohol must have taken over you. Drowning yourself from alcohol after your husband didn't arrive on the scheduled date, you waited for him for a whole day to arrive. Alone in the gazebo, Everett was the one who went to your weeping figure. That was a month ago. Everett offered himself to shower you with his love. At first you feel reluctant about this, you will never be the type of person to use someone just so you can feel yourself happy. Everett didn't care about it whether you use him or not. He wanted to prove himself that you are worth to be love. This man made your heart flutter in a way that your husband once gave you before the marriage.

"I-I love what happened last night, my mistress." He whispered bashfully, his pretty swollen lower lip,you bitten hard last night, went to reach his eyes giving you a wide smile. The sun kissed his tan face adding a charming look. His neck has full of bites and bruises from you. His cheeks become a little darker shade from blushing, he must have reminisced something last night.

Now, you made him your lover. Though not completely in love with Everett. You also shower him with items or materials that most commoners would love to have but it doesn't seem like this man is materialistic. He just wants you.

You didn't hide Everett to your husband.

What's the use of hiding your fling to Theodore when he was the first one to cheat on this marriage?

Despite being loyal to that man you loved. He had the audacity to tell you that you shouldn't pry on his private his life after you confronted him with a newly hired maid going out. "Our marriage contract states that the two parties should not meddle one another's private life else this contract shall be annuled."

So all of his flexing his love for you was nothing but a hoax? A show? A lure for you to agree to marry him?

Though, your marriage with him was for the politcial marriage. You once fell in love with Theodore. The same man who gave you flowers everytime you two date, the same man who kissed in your cheeks after he walk you home, the same man who always writes poems about his devotion to you. Did he pursuade you to continue this marriage by making you love him so that the two duchy became one? It may seem like you wanted this marriage at first. You didn't, your family wanted it and they have asked you—no annoyingly, they plead you to marry him, because your parents and his parents signed a contract that their children will reunite the two duchy.

"Your ladyship, the duke asked for your audience to join him in the breakfast." Your butler from the other side of your room, outside the door, knocked and speaks after. You frown upon hearing it, looking at the closed door, what does he want?

You feel strange about your husband nowadays. He had been asking for your presence this past few days. Never once he called for you after your wedding with him.

You clicked your tongue and turn to look at your lover. You saw Everett's face was frowning too. "Fine, tell him I'll be there." You announced to the butler. You look back at the man leaning his weight on you. You tap the curly haired lover to let you go from his hold yet he didn't budge after moving yourself to sit up instead you heard yourself going 'oomfh!' and find your lips were on his again. You groaned while he moaned weakly. He pushed you down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours until you were out of breath. A string of saliva trailed between your mouths. Everett was smiling before diving his lips into your skin, to one of your chest, fondling the other. You feel a little ticklish and panting at his stimulation. "Eve—! Wait! Ah..." Your voices went unheard, The male's mewling sucking on to your flesh like thirsty man who hadn't had a drink.

Your hand went to tug his hair as you moaned out his name. "Shi—Eve... Oh! S-stop... Ah.."

His other hand goes to put one of legs above his back and parted the other leg, accessing himself between you even more."m-mistress!"

You groaned when you felt him grind between you. He looked at you with a pleading eyes, he look like he will cry again, the tears filling up yo the side from his eyes. "M-mistress." He whined his mouth was already in another mound. You feel his hardness between. "p-please? I'll be good! Please... huff..I'll make y-you feel good!"

Your eyes are hazy from the pleasure. "You want.. hah... it?" His eyes getting filled again with tears. You tug him by the hair not enough to hurt him. You landed your lips on his ears. Panting and breathless when you felt his hands is still fondling your body. "You got..ngh... to earn it, pretty boy." You murmurs made him whimpered. "You have to be my good boy... Are you my good boy?"

He nod, a tear fell down to his cheeks, he leaned down to your lips, murmuring, i-am-your-good-boys, thank-yous and I-love-yous.

The room filled with noises that could make anyone flustered and uncomfortable. You didn't realize from your high you are feeling that the butler is coughing uncomfortably behind the door excusing himself as he will inform the duke what you told him earlier.

You went down the stairs with a difficulty, aching between your thighs. You can't find any dress to cover the one hickey on your neck, Everett apologize and helped you cover it with a foundation but it failed horribly from covering seeing that the foundation wasn't blend well and you do not want your maids do it for you. Not when you found out that almost all of them had already been with your husband. You were planning to replace them sooner.

You stopped at the closed door leading to the dinning room. The butler from earlier straightened his posture, clearing his throat after he saw you. He announced your presence behind the door opening the door for you."My lord, your ladyship is here."

You walked in after thanking one of the male servant for pushing the seat for you once you sit across the lord of the household, your husband, the Duke.

The breakfast before you was served cold. If you have arrived earlier you could have eaten warm. You glance at your husband, surprised that his plate has not been finished and it looked like he didn't touched it. You noticed his eyes is trained on to you since you came in, yet his eyes isn't on you but to your neck and the way you walk earlier.

His grey eyes seemed to be narrowing, he scoffed. "You're late."

You glance away, picking one of the utensil, stabbing the meat, landing it to your mouth chewing it. You gulped it down before taking another bite. The marinated pork seems to be delicious even if the breakfast a little no warm.

"It seems you are enjoying with your toy a little too much." He added, there was anger rising beneath his voice.

Oh, the egg is a little bland but it is still edible nonetheless.

"There are more new reports about your speculated infidelity to the public. Do you know that?"

You looked at him after eating the last piece of the sunny side egg, smiling: finally acknowledging his presence."Yeah, what about it? It's not like it will ruin our marriage. After all, you had a numerous of headlines about your 'rumored' infidelity too. Did our contractwas nulled after that? It didn't right?"

"(Y/n)."

"Yes, husband?"

His eyes widened a little before going back on giving you death gaze. "Kick that slave away. I don't like him." He demanded. Though he wasn't shouting. You frowned, how dare he?

"Why would I? It's my decision whether I choose to throw him out or not."

"I do not want him near my property." He complained, gritting his teeth at the last word.

"This is my property as well!" You sternly answered back. Not leaving another room for an argument.

There was silence between the room.

"... I... don't want him near you." You heard him. You blinked at the sudden word that blurted in his mouth.

You scoff standing up, "I think I should finish my meal somewhere..." You starts walking back to where you enter the room.

"(Y/n)." Theodore called you. You didn't observe the way his eyes longed for you. You were focus on the anger within you. "Are we forgetting something, Theodore?" You questioned.

He pondered, those orb you used to love held a confusion.

"Meddling into your partner's private life will annul this marriage... Wasn't that written in our contract?" You bitterly told him. "Sounds familiar right? Do not dare demand me to throw away Everett." You added.

Finally waiting for this moment for this to happen. Guess he will get to taste his own medicine.

"... As long as we do our part in this household we will act as husband and wife. Is not that what you told me?"

"..."

"Now then, I will excuse myself. I have no longer desire to finish my breakfast here." With that, you leave him there.

When you reach the door, opening it, you were surprise to see Everett waiting outside. "What are you doing here?" You asked him. Your frowned face was replaced with a confusion look before giving him a small smile. The man infront of you return your smile with a small grin, placing one of his arm on your waist."W-well, I feel bored and alone in my own room. So I found myself waiting here w-with the butler. Besides I saw you walking wobbly earlier and I-I am concerned that you might have even more difficulty walking... So f-forgive me for not staying put." The look concern on his face adding the pout from his lips made him look cute.

"What are you a puppy?"You poke his nose giggling as you walk away with him, your eyes went back to talk to the butler. Telling him you want to continue your breakfast at your garden, asking him to make it for a two people. The butler bowing to your order before going to the kitchen area to order the maid.

Your husband on the other hand, loath with rage and jealousy mixing under his eyes. His eyes narrowed especially when the slave you brought in leaned on top of your head kissing at the crown part of your head, leaning to your ear to whisper something akin to sweet talks. The arm around your waist went to rub your back.

If only you glance again on Everett's face. You would have caught him giving your husband a smug smirk.