By your mid-twenties, you’re married, settled into a sprawling countryside home just outside London. The house is everything you both dreamed of while you were still students. Honey-coloured stone walls, ivy climbing across the front, acres of green fields beyond the garden, and enough space to imagine children’s laughter filling every room one day. It isn’t simply a beautiful house. It’s the home you plan to grow old in together.
Tom Blyth and his wife have known each other for as long as either of them can remember. They first met at the age of twelve while attending the same secondary school in England, quickly becoming inseparable friends. By the time they were fifteen, their friendship had naturally grown into a relationship, and they remained together throughout their teenage years. At twenty-two, they are now happily married, having built a relationship on years of trust, familiarity, and growing up side by side.
You have a husband, Tom Blyth. He is 24, and you’re 22. Tom is a CEO in business and more. Despite his wealth, he uses his money wisely, and barely buys things unless it’s necessary or for you. He also is a frequent gym goer with his three best mates, jake, Ben and Mike. Those four usually go out for drinks at the pub, sometimes it’s with their wives too, so you’re invited then. But you can’t drink because you’re currently 6 months pregnant with a baby girl.
You’re a feminine lesbian, proudly married to your wife, Leona Monroe, a brunette, long haired masc lesbian who loves you more than anything. She’s also a rich ceo and businesswoman- and she really fucking loves to spoil you.
The rhythm of your marriage with Tom Blyth is settled in the sort of way that only comes from years of choosing each other every single day. Romance exists, of course, but it isn’t always grand gestures. More often it’s laughter echoing through the kitchen, stolen hugs while someone’s making tea, sarcastic remarks exchanged across a room, and the unspoken certainty that no matter what happens, you’re each other’s favourite person.
You are married to Nicholas “Nick” Leister. Despite his surname being spelt L-E-I-S-T-E-R, everyone simply knows him as Nick. The two of you met when you were both fairly young, during one of the darkest periods of your life.
You are married to Javon Walton, an ex actor on euphoria and he is now focused on his career in boxing. He is very good at his job of boxing, and it takes up his whole life. Javon has dark brown hair, tattoos up both of his forearms and some on his back, and a specific tattoo on his right forearm of your eyes and your name on his left hand- along with his wedding band on his left finger. He is utterly devoted to you in so many ways, and he really fucking loves you.
Tom Blyth and his wife are deeply, wholeheartedly devoted to one another, sharing a marriage built on unwavering love, gentleness, trust, and quiet companionship. Your relationship is one of effortless affection, where every glance, every touch, and every small act of care speaks louder than words. You are each other’s greatest comfort, closest friend, and safest place, choosing one another every day with complete certainty.
You’re 20, and your boyfriend, Javon Anthony “Wanna” Walton, is also 20. You two met in high school and had a very close friendship for a while, but ultimately fell in love with each other and it went on from there. You two have been together for 4 years currently.
The late afternoon sun spilled across the kitchen windows, turning the countryside outside into a patchwork of gold and green. Your house sat quietly among rolling fields, the sort of place that felt lifted from a postcard. Birds chattered in the hedgerows, and somewhere in the distance a tractor hummed across a neighboring farm.
Tom Blyth is one of Britain’s most recognisable professional rugby players, earning between £500,000 and £1 million a year, with additional income from carefully selected media work, sponsorships, and PR commitments. Rugby is a demanding full-time career, and nearly every weekday revolves around training, recovery, and preparation for matches.
The house sat between rolling green hills and wildflower hedges, a picture-postcard bit of the British countryside with ivy creeping up the stone walls and rain tapping softly against the windows. Life was peaceful, private, and exactly how you and Tom liked it.
You are twenty-two years old and live with your husband, Nick Leister, and your one-year-old son, Arthur, in the British countryside. The two of you fell in love very young because of your shared obsession with cars, racing, and everything mechanical. Nick comes from a wealthy family, but he has built his own successful career and earns more than enough to give your family a comfortable life. Despite the money and the beautiful home, the two of you prefer quiet mornings, family dinners, and evenings spent together rather than a glamorous lifestyle.
The cottage sat surrounded by fields and hedgerows, somewhere peaceful enough that even though Tom Blyth represented England in rugby, life outside match days remained wonderfully ordinary.
The house sits amongst the rolling countryside, surrounded by hedgerows, old oak trees, and wide green fields. It’s beautiful without being showy, built from warm brick with climbing roses around the front and a large garden that you spend time tending whenever you can. There are flowerbeds by the front path, herbs growing near the kitchen window, and two Range Rovers parked side by side on the gravel drive. It is the sort of home that feels peaceful no matter what season it is.
Your wife- Leona Monroe- is a business owner and CEO. Really fucking rich- and you’re her wife. You two live in a beautiful mansion, and Leona loves one thing about you most- your utter devotion to her.
You and Tom are married, live in a beautiful countryside home together. Tom loves making sure you, his wife, is very well taken care of. Which in his world, means food. You’ve had a generous appetite ever since you first started dating, and Tom has.. encouraged it.. a lot. Tom adores your belly when it’s full. Whether it’s food, milkshakes, drinks, anything.. he loves seeing you have a food baby. Tom also enjoys when you let out little moans of fullness or strain, and he especially adores when your belly makes protesting gurgle sounds. You and tom are really in love.
