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They're my babies! (Lando Norris)

While preparing for baby number three, you start to notice just how grown up Matilda and Fraser are

Note: english is not my first language. I'm back and I'm not sure if I still know how to do this 🫣 Thank you for being so patient ✨️ I hope it's enjoyable to read!

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Cw: reader is pregnant, mentions worries associated with pre-eclampsia, prematurity and themes associated with them

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"And where are my two boys going?", you inquired as you heard Lando tell Fraser to finish his breakfast so they could get ready to go.

"Daddy is taking me to get a haircut!", Fraser beamed as he ruffled his curls, "they're hindering me in the eyes", he explained.

"I'm getting my hair trimmed as well", your husband offered, kissing the top of your head after he set your tea next to your plate.

"Thank you, love", you whispered, "me and Tilly are staying in today, aren't we, princess?", you checked with your daughter. When you were putting her to bed the previous night, she asked if you could stay home for the day so she could help you with preparing the nursery for the arrival of your babygirl - the furniture was already in place, now you just needed to fill it with clothes bedding and all of the products you needed for your baby girl.

"Yes, I'm helping mummy with Lottie's things!", your oldest daughter smiled before taking a spoonful from her porridge.

"That's very nice of you, sweetheart", Lando praised, kissing the top of her head and getting the plates from the table to put in the dishwasher.

The boys headed upstairs to change while you and Tilly stayed back downstairs, giving her your undivided attention as she told you about what happened in school. With the approach of the baby's arrival, you and Lando made extra effort to spend alone time with each of your kids.

"Mummy! Tilly! I want to show you something, where are you?", Fraser called just as you were getting ready to go upstairs yourselves.

"We're heading upstairs!", Matilda replied.

At the top of the stairs, you were met with your husband and your son dressed in a white t-shirt and dark green shorts. Apart from the little cartoon Fraser 's t-shirt had, they were identical to the eye.

"Are you matching? Look at you two!", you cooed, stretching your arms so you could take him in and have the little boy close to you.

"I don't want to hurt you, mummy - I'm a big boy", Fraser mumbled as he set him on your hip.

"You won't, my love, I'm good", you assured as Lando also rubbed your back, "you two look so handsome".

"It's true, daddy and Fraser look handsome! Can we match today too, mummy?", Matilda asked.

Lando blushed slightly at the attention he was getting, hiding his face on your daughter's neck and blowing a raspberry there, making her let out a loud squeal followed by her melodic laugh, "that tickles daddy!".

"You look really beautiful, mummy", Fraser whispered on your ear, resting his head on your chest and playing with your hair.

"Thank you, baby boy", you kissed his cheek, "are you planning on giving me a new hair do too?", you joked.

"No, it looks pretty like this, but I just like to play with it", he mumbled.

The four of your stayed in the hallway for a bit before, just taking in the moment before Lando and Fraser really had to go, not wanting to miss their appointment.

Matilda helped you pick out a loungewear set that was comfortable and breezy before she went to her wardrobe to grab one of her lavender dresses, thinking the colour was perfect to match your own clothes.

"Where are we going to start, mummy?", Matilda wondered, sitting down on the rug inside the nursery and looking at all the boxes filled with unfolded clothes.

"These are all washed so we just have to fold them and organise them into the drawers - I'd you want to play or do something that you find more fun, you can do it, Tilly, I don't mind", you assured, hardly thinking folding clothes would be the funnest activity for your seven year old.

"No, mummy, I want to help you! Can you just put some music on your phone, please?", she asked, prompting you to play some of your favourites in your Spotify app.

"The top ones can be for the baby grows - we'll go through a lot of them so they need to be quick and easy to grab", you explained as you got the folded clothes from her hands.

"This one here is so pretty, mummy!", Matilda pointed to a babygrow you remembered her wearing when she was a baby.

"We got this one from uncle George and auntie Carmen when you were born", you smiled, unfolding the piece to take a good look at the embroidered stars on the piece. Despite having been worn multiple times by both Matilda and Fraser, the piece was still in good quality given the materials it was made out of.

"Me? Was I ever this little?", Matilda argued softly, standing behind the piece so she could see the difference, "wow, it's so hard to believe that", she mused.

Your emotions got the best out of you as your memory took you back to the times of newborn Matilda. You and Lando were first time parents and naturally things didn't fall into place right away - there was a lot of learning still and finding out what worked for your baby and your family despite everything you read on the books, but the newborn bubble was a time you cherished fondly.

"You were! I even remember this one being a little loose on you, daddy had to roll up the sleeves so they wouldn't bunch up on your hands", you recalled your husband doing so, holding her to his chest as he adjusted the fabric on the little one's body.

"I'm so much bigger now!", Matilda smiled before folding the piece again and placing it in the drawer.

"Yes, you are", you gulped, keeping the tears at bay as you watched your not so little girl independently carry on with her task.

A call interrupted you, Matilda handing you the phone from its spot on the chest of drawers so you wouldn't have to get up.

"Thank you, my love - hello!", you asked to the other side of the line, engaging in conversation with your sister in-law.

"Is it Nana Cisca or auntie Cisca?", Matilda asked when you put the phone on speaker so they could talk too.

"It's auntie Cisca, Tilly! How is my little princess?", she asked over the phone.

As soon as they talked about everything they needed to talk, and ending the call with a promise of a drawing session in the garden for when the weather looked nice, your daughter and you bid goodbye to your husband's sister.

"Mummy!", you heard Fraser call after the door closed just as you were plating up some snacks for you and Matilda.

"You boys got home just in time for snack time!", you called back, bringing the plates to the table before Lando and Fraser stepped inside the kitchen.

The sight before you could only be disguised as double vision. Fraser always looked a little bit more like Lando when compared to the physical traits he got from you, but right now, there was Lando and a mini Lando.

"Do you not like my haircut, mummy?", your son asked as a tinge of insecurity made it to his voice.

"Of course I like it, Fraser - I love it!", you quickly assured, picking him up so you could take a good look at his handsome face, "you look so handsome, my love! You and daddy look so much like eachtoher, that's why I was quiet for a bit", you explained.

Lando approached you, pecking your lips and rubbing your baby bump, "the hairdresser said the same actually", he mused as he sat next to Matilda and stole one of her strawberries.

"There's enough food for all of us, let me make some more", you smiled at their antics.

"I want to go down, mummy", Fraser asked so you could set him on the floor.

Lando took the opportunity to swap with the little boy, offering him his spot at the table and heading to stand next to you by the counter.

"And do I look handsome too?", your husband whispered on your ear as he circled your waist, his hands landing on your baby bump and feeling her move.

"The most handsome of all, although Fraser is serious competition", you giggled.

"He's one cute little dude, isn't he?", your husband stated, "what can I say? We make really cute kids, Y/N Norris", he kissed your neck, "and we're about to have proof number three of that - how has she been?".

"She's been well behaved today, although as soon as she hears your voice, she goes back to being a wiggly baby", you chuckled as you felt a particularly hard kick.

"Calm down, sweet girl, daddy is excited to be home too but we can't kick mummy like that, can we? You can't be a trouble maker already", Lando spoke softly, kissing your cheek one last time before he carried on helping you make something to eat.

"And that way, she always knew that she could count on her friends", you finished Fraser's bedtime story, tucking him in properly before setting the book back on the shelf.

"Good night, mummy", Fraser mumbled sleepily, "I love you to the moon and back".

"Sweet dreams, Fraser, I love you all the way around the milky way", you mumbled back, kissing his forehead and leaving the room once you turned off the light.

You could faintly hear some noise coming from Matilda's bedroom, knocking on the door softly before opening it and seeing Lando sat on the bed with Tilly on his arms, a finished book on his thighs as they spoke softly.

"Still not asleep?", you nudged.

"I wanted Tilly to show you this", Lando pointed to the drawing on top of her desk, "tell mummy what that is".

"This is our family, and we can use this to teach Lottie when she's born", Matilda clarified, "Nana Cisca has the same name as auntie Cisca, Lottie can be confused, mummy", she reasoned.

"That's very nice and thoughtful of you princess", you smiled, tracing all the lines on the paper.

You and Lando wished her a good night before leaving her bedroom, Lando popping into Fraser's room to kiss him goodnight another time and to check if he was asleep before meeting you in the bedroom.

"This morning, Tilly found the baby grow with the stars George and Carmen gifted us and she held it up against her chest and I have been a mess since", you admitted as Lando held out his arms for a cuddle.

"She's really grown up, isn't she? I have no idea how she thought about the names", Lando chuckled.

"Your sister called this morning and she wondered if it was her or your mother - she seemed to stick with the thought but I didn't think much of it", you shrugged your shoulders as you rocked in eachother's embrace.

"She's really clever, she gets that from you, that's for sure", Lando offered.

"Seems right since you managed to get rid of my little baby boy and bring back a mini you version from the hairdresser!", you scoffed as Lando looked at you with a quirked eyebrow, "don't act all innocent! Fraser was my cuddly baby boy this morning, then you took him to get a haircut and suddenly he looks like a pre teen! And he said he didn't want to cuddle me", you pouted.

"Well, I did take him for the haircut, but I didn't actually do it myself", Lando argued playfully, earning him light slap on his chest, "but I did tell him he had to be careful with you now that you're towards the end of the pregnancy", he nudged.

"Lando", you pouted.

"I didn't tell him to not cuddle you! I just told him that he needed to be careful with you carrying heavy things and stuff like that - he was the one to suggest that from now on he would only cuddle you when you were laying down!", your husband told you in his defense.

"He's still my baby! And Tilly is too! I want cuddles with my babies no matter what!", you stated, feeling Charlotte kick Lando's tummy since you were still glued together, "you too, my love, in due time", you mumbled the last part.

"I tell you what, tomorrow we'll have a cuddle session in bed, all of us and I'll make sure Tilly and Fraser are as close to you as possible", Lando smiled.

"That sounds good", you agreed, kissing his lips before you started getting ready for bed.

As you sat down after pulling the covers, Lando noticed there was still something that was leaving you unsettled.

"I can tell something is worrying you still - you have that frown line Fraser has on his forehead too", Lando nodded as he rubbed your feet and ankles since they had swelled a bit lately.

"What if I can't be a good home for this baby, too?", you asked as Lando quirked an eyebrow at you, "Fraser had to come earthside earlier because my blood pressure was a mess, and before that I spent days in hospital trying to make sure he had the least amount of deficits possible. What if I can't carry to term this time around either?", you whispered the last part, almost like if you said it any louder, it was bound to happen straight away.

"I'm scared too, my love", Lando spoke after gathering his thoughts, "but we are doing what we can to make sure this baby cooks for as long as she has to before coming to us - we're having extra appointments to check with everything, we're being active and healthy, I'm also travelling as less as I possibly can, and we have both of our parents coming here for help on a schedule so you don't stress out so much - I know you'll never admit it because you think it's a dirty expression, but those two?", he pointed in the direction of the kids' bedrooms, "they're definitely my children because of the chaos they cause and it's stressful. I love them to death - I'd do anything for them -, but, my word, is it hard sometimes?!", he giggled as you nodded in agreement, "I'd never want you to feel all the parenting stress on your own, it's not good any other time and it's especially not good when you're carrying our little girl", he smiled, kissing just above your baby bump.

"I just want to be a safe home for Lottie", you rubbed your babybump.

"And you are, Y/N, her first home and the safest of them all - and even though I'm not wishing for it, if it happens again, we know we can handle it and most of that is because your such a strong woman", he praised as he sat next to you and held your hand in his, "we're in this together and you can always come to me whenever these scary thoughts come around", he kissed your lips.

"Thank you", you whispered again, pecking his lips.

"That's not a nice greeting, I deserve better, gorgeous girl", he smirked, supporting himself on his arms while carefully hovering over you while he was still able to, "you deserve better, and apparently they say this can be very relaxing and lower your blood pressure, so you're in for a fine night, pretty mama", he said as he stole a proper kiss from your lips.

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Can you write something cute and fluffy with Oscar and he says "i wanted to say the first "I love you" without stuttering but i failed at that."

a/n: Thank you for the request! This line is so incredibly cute. I decided to make it a high school au because it reminded me of a first love. Oscar is a more introverted, alone but not lonely type of student whereas the reader is liked for her social skills and kindness. I hope you will enjoy it!

Your high school was filled with typical morning chatter. Locker doors slammed, laughter echoed, and friends rushed to each other to catch up on their weekends. You flashed smiles and waved at your friends as you made your way down the hallway. 

As you opened your locker, something unusual caught your eye. A small, neatly folded piece of paper fell to the floor. Although being under the assumption that it’s just a joke or some kind of ad for a school event, it got your interest. You picked it up and as you unfolded the paper your eyes were met with a tidy, sculptures handwriting:

Dear Y/N,

I’ve admired you from afar for some time now. Your smile brightens even my darkest days. I don’t have the courage to tell you this in person, but I hope this note brings a smile to your face. Thank you for being you. You are truly special.

Your Secret Admirer <3

Your heart skipped a beat as you read the note. You looked around, wondering who could have left it. A feeling this could be a joke crossed your mind but the message was so unexpected and sweet that you ignored it. A small smile played on your lips as you folded the note back and slipped it into your bag. Little did you know, a pair of nervous eyes were watching from around the corner, a silent hope burning that you would appreciate the gesture.

The letters became a usual thing. You found them everywhere.

This one was found in your locker. It was black ink on a off-white almost beige color paper:

Dear Y/N,

Yesterday as I walked through the hallway I heard you. I didn't see you but I think I could recognize your laughter from a mile - it always makes my heart skip a beat. Your happiness is contagious, and I find myself smiling just thinking about it. I hope you have more moments like that every day.

Your Secret Admirer. 

You found another hidden in your textbook. You don’t know how it even got there - you didn’t borrow it to anyone, or leave it unattended but your admirer still found a way. The paper was almost baby pink and it contrasted nicely with a dark blue ink. What caught your eye was that the note didn’t look as if it was written with a normal pen. It had tiny splotches - it definitely was a fountain pen:

Dear Y/N,

I noticed you stayed late to help clean up after the school event. That was really nice of you. I wonder what is this new kid that you talked with today like. You definitely made them feel welcome. I think everyone just feels better when you are around. It’s one of the many reasons I admire you. You have such a big heart. 

Your Secret Admirer. 

P.S.: I like that new shirt that you wore yesterday. This color really goes well with you hair.

And many more. Some were short, written on a different paper with a normal pen, almost as if created in a rush. The short ones always contained comments on most recent situations. 

Little did you know, behind all of this stood Oscar. You have seen him here and there and even spoken with him a few times but it had never crossed your mind it could be him. Every other night Oscar sat at his cluttered desk, a small lamp being the only source of light in the dark room. He always wrote at night - the silence and peace helped him pour his emotions. He had a stack of pastel-colored paper in front of him, each one carefully selected. Before starting each letter he took a few deep breaths to calm him down. The words flew with a mix of anxiety and admiration, carefully expressing what he felt. He was reading over the words for what felt like the hundredth time. Were they too cheesy? Too forward? He wanted to convey his feelings without overwhelming and scaring you. After a moment of hesitation, he decided it was perfect and added a small doodle of a flower at the bottom, a final even more personal touch. 

Oscar carefully folded the paper into a small, neat square and placed it in a tiny envelope. He wrote your name on the front and sealed it with a heart-shaped sticker he had found at a craft store. He had visited that place so many times that he became a topic of conversations between the ladies working there. As he slipped the note into his backpack, ready to deliver it to your locker the next morning, his mind raced with anticipation and nervousness.

Almost every night as he laid in bed, his thoughts rushed, wondering if you would ever find out that he was Your Secret Admirer. He hoped that, even if you never found out, his words would bring a bit of happiness to your day. And maybe, just maybe, one day he would find the courage to tell you in person.

By now, you had grown accustomed to these sweet notes from your secret admirer, each one bringing a smile to your face. You carefully unfolded the lavender paper, revealing the familiar handwriting:

Dear Y/N,

I hope this note finds you well. Writing these to you has been the best part of my day. Seeing your smile when you find them brings me more joy than I can put into words. I’ve been gathering the courage to ask you this for a while now, and I hope it’s not too forward.

Would you meet me by the old oak tree in the schoolyard after classes today? I’d love to finally tell you all the things I’ve written in person. If you feel comfortable, I’ll be waiting there. If not, I’ll understand, and I’ll keep cherishing the moments from afar.

Yours always, O.

A mix of emotions washed through you – excitement, curiosity, and a touch of nervousness. You read the note again and again, making sure you hadn’t missed anything. The way he signed himself made your heart beat faster. The idea of finally meeting your secret admirer was thrilling, but also a little daunting. Who could it be? Your mind raced through the possibilities.

The end of the school day approached with an unusual slowness, each minute stretching out as your anticipation grew. When the bell finally rang, you made your way outside, heart pounding in your chest. The old oak tree was a quiet spot, tucked away from the main bustle of the school. It was the perfect place for a private conversation.

As you approached, you saw a figure standing by the tree, nervously shifting from foot to foot and playing with his fingers. Oscar looked up as you approached, a mix of hope and anxiety in his eyes. He gave you a shy smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hi,” he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m glad you came.”

“Hi, Oscar,” you replied, feeling a surge of warmth at his genuine nervousness. “I’m glad you asked me to. I enjoyed your notes a lot”.

Oscar took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but I was always too shy. Writing those notes was my way of sharing how I feel without getting too scared”. 

You nodded, appreciating his honesty. “They were amazing. They really made my day. I have a special box for them under my bed”.

Oscar’s face lit up with relief and happiness. He looked in your eyes and chuckled which made both of you more relaxed. “I’m so glad to hear that. I’ve admired you for so long, and I just wanted you to know how special you are”. 

You took a step closer, feeling a sense of connection and understanding. “Thank you, Oscar. That means a lot to me”, 

Oscar’s eyes got lost in yours. He stayed silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. His words stumbled out in a rush "I... I wanted to say the first 'I love you' without stuttering, but I think I’m failing at that”. 

Your heart melted at his vulnerability. "It's okay, Oscar," you said gently. "It's perfect just the way it is”. You wrapped your arms around his and rested your head against him. Oscar’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. For a moment, the two of you stood there, the weight of unspoken feelings hanging in the air. 

“I’d like to get to know you better,” you said, your voice soft but confident. Oscar’s smile grew, and he squeezed your hand gently. “I’d like that too. A lot”. You shifted to look at him one more time “You wanna go on a date? Like right now? A little walk could be nice”.

The following afternoon was spent on conversation and laughter. Oscar slowly opened himself and allowed you to get to know him. You walked together hand in hand as the sun set. When it started getting dark Oscar insisted on walking you home. The day ended on your front porch, with your lips on the boy’s cheek causing them to go red. 

June 22, 2024

(if you have any ideas for a part 2 i'm totally down to write it, i have a few ideas for this trope already)

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So high school | Jessie Fleming x reader

Summary; The story of how you and Jessie were brought together one fateful night in college and didn't leave each others side ever again.

Words; 2050

Pairing; Jessie Fleming x UCLA reader

A/N; Mother Taylor has inspired me and a tiktok that paired a footballer with an academic girl and I had thoughts. Then I was wondering who to do it with and THEN… UCLA J FLEM. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do because I’m in a Jessie mood rn. Btw this has been sitting in my drafts for literally like 2 months and I haven't had the inspiration to finish it until today. Enjoy loves xx

Jessie was more than kind of uncomfortable right now.  She was tired after a full day of classes and an early morning training session, wanting to flop into bed after her long day and sleep away most of the weekend. But here she was, nursing a cup of coke in the corner of a frat house and wishing she had declined the invitation to come out with half of the soccer team. 

“You good?” Teagan had made her way over, leaning against the wall and looking down at the midfielder who was seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, fine.” Jessie nodded her head, hiding the fact she desperately didn’t wanna be here anymore. 

“Why don’t you try and go talk to someone? I’m sure there are plenty of pretty girls catching your eye right now.” Teagan nudged her shoulder with a smirk, downing her drink before walking away again. Jessie sighed before taking another sip of her coke and walking to another section of the house where more people congregated. 

Her eyes filtered through the room, trying to take the goalkeeper's advice but giving up after noticing every pretty girl making their way over to someone else. Eventually her feet mindlessly walked her over to the back door, the glow of the pool under the moonlight catching her eye first before she spotted you. 

Your friends had practically dragged you from your dorm, insisting you had to come and party with them, but where were they? Probably inside making out with frat guys and forgetting you actually came with them. That’s how you had found yourself sitting on a deck chair outside, avoiding the loud music and heavily intoxicated 20 year olds celebrating the start of their senior year, after your friends ditched you early on.

It didn’t bother you, them leaving you alone that is. And you could have gone home but you wanted to stay and make sure your friends made it home safely. 

Jessie only saw the side of your face from how you were positioned on the chair but immediately found herself drawn to you. People may have called her crazy for falling with just one look, but when you know, you know. 

You didn’t hear the sliding door open, too busy looking up at the moon and wondering what else you could be doing right now if you stayed in bed. It wasn’t until you heard the chair beside you creek that you finally noticed her, snapping your head at the noise and becoming encapsulated by her big brown eyes and freckles immediately. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” She apologised, her eyes somehow getting bigger and more beautiful. 

“I-it’s okay.” You let out a breath. “Just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be out here.” You shared a soft giggle and she finally smiled. 

“Yeah, not really my scene.” Jessie shrugged and began sitting back in the chair, copying her movements and turning your head to face her.

“Me either.” You smiled before reaching out a hand to her. “Y/N.”

“Jessie.” She connected your hands, ignoring the tingling she felt in her fingers while you pushed down the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. 

You two spent the rest of the night talking before she offered to walk you back to your dorm, after finding out your friends had already left with guys and you were left alone. Well, not so alone now. 

The next few weeks would find you and Jessie with each other as much as possible, save for your individual classes, and you were happier than ever. You weren’t dating, no but it began to feel like it, especially when you ran down the bleachers after she won her next match, Jessie catching you as you jumped into her arms with pride. 

After almost two months since meeting you finally had your first kiss. It wasn’t super romantic but exactly how you would have wanted it to go. You and Jessie were hanging out in her dorm, you studying for an upcoming exam and her pretending to catch up on classwork but really spent the whole time staring at you. 

“Jessie.” You were focused on the millions of highlighted poems and texts that sounded you on the floor but could feel her eyes burning in the back of your head. “I can feel you staring.”

“What?” Jessie acted dumb, biting her lip to hold back a smile as she watched you turn your head, raising an eyebrow.

“You know that if you don’t get this work done you’re not playing this weekend. And I already cleared my schedule to watch you soooo.” You sat up fully, leaning back on your arms to look up at her on her bed.

“Can we not just take a small break? We’ve been at this for hours!” She whined, tilting her head at you, a fake pout accompanied by some puppy dogs eyes. 

“It’s literally been 45 minutes.” You deadpanned as you got up and jumped up to sit next to her. 

“45 minutes too long.” She huffed and you stifled a laugh as you looked at her. 

“What would you rather us do then?” You asked while shaking your head at her, letting out that laugh but stopping when her silence was noted. You looked up to find her staring, no, gazing into your eyes, a look on her face she had many times but this was the first time you noted it. She looked lovestruck. 

Your mouth opened to speak again but you were cut off when she was suddenly moving forward, one hand reaching up to hold your cheek and the other moving down to hold your waist. Before you could process anything, her lips were on yours and it was as if you had been transported into another world.

After that kiss your relationship didn’t seem to change that much, still spending almost all of your time together, though this time spending it a little closer and with a lot more kissing. Something about your relationship felt so young and naive, like you were back in high school making out at parties and never spending more than a couple hours apart from one another. 

You now went to all her training sessions, sitting in the bleachers finishing homework while she prepared for their next match. Jessie loved you just being there but was getting a little annoyed that you weren’t fully paying attention as she ran rings around her teammates in an effort to impress you. She knew the perfect way to get your nose out of your books. 

“HEY BABE!” Jessie shouted up to you across the pitch. The sheer volume and urgency of her voice caught your attention instantly, looking up to find her waving her arm comically in your direction. 

“What?” You laughed alongside her teammates who were standing on the pitch waiting for something to happen. 

“WATCH THIS!” She yelled again before running back to her starting position, eyeing up the cones and dummies she meticulously laid out and the ball that laid in wait for her. You bit back a smile at her excited nature, waiting for her to begin whatever trick she was about to show off. 

She began dribbling the ball skillfully through the first few cones that were placed closely together. Yourself and her remaining teammates watched her feet intensely, quite impressed with how precisely she was keeping the ball in and under her feet. She made it through her round of cones and looked up towards you in the stands, making sure you were in fact watching her and whether or not you were impressed. But what she failed to notice was how close she had positioned the steel dummies that were part of her second skill test. 

Everyone saw it happen before she did, running straight into the dummy, too distracted by you to realise she was running into it. You heard the ding from halfway up the bleachers and within seconds you were racing down to her on the pitch, trying to keep your laughter at bay so you could seriously check on her. 

“Jessie, are you okay?” You knelt down to where Jessie was now sitting up, legs splayed across the grass and a hand to her temple, soothing where she hit her head. 

“Don’t laugh. I was just trying to impress you.” Jessie finally spoke, avoiding your eyes and producing a pout, meanwhile her freckled cheeks were getting redder than they already were. 

“Oh baby I know. It was very impressive till… you know.” You directed her eyes back to you with a soft smile, biting your lip again to hold back your laugh. 

That night Jessie continued to pout, even when you were giving her all your attention, laying between your legs as you held an ice pack to her temple and babying her all night long even though you didn’t put the dummy there, she did. 

After graduation you moved with Jessie to England for her contract with Chelsea, you managed to land a position at the University of London, teaching in the English department, a great start to your life together in a new country.  

Jessie proposed to you in January of 2022 after three and a half years of dating, keeping it private and personal by dropping down on one knee as you were getting into bed one cold night. 

Clad in flannelette pyjamas and fluffy socks, just having got out of the shower, you walked back into the bedroom expecting Jessie to be curled up in bed and waiting for you. But as you turned the corner she was bent down on one knee and holding a ring in her shaking hands. Jessie had prepared a whole speech about how much she loves you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you but in true Jessie fashion she got nervous and the only words that came out were. “Marry me? Please?” 

You both took the next year to plan the wedding for Spring 2023 before the world cup, wanting to make sure you knew what you wanted and to enjoy being engaged before being married. 

The big day finally arrived and you hadn’t seen Jessie in more than 24 hours, both of your bridesmaid groups separating you from one another for practically the first time in almost 5 years. 

It was a beautiful ceremony filled with all for your close family and friends to celebrate your love and unite your families. You cried, Jessie cried, everyone cried. The reception though was one massive party. Everyone danced, everyone drank and most of all you got to have fun with your wife like you did back in college. 

At the end of the night, after the party ended and everyone went home, you and Jessie were sipping champagne on your hotel room floor, giggling with one another in the silent room while wearing matching pyjamas. 

“I love you.” Jessie said as she stared, no gazed, in your direction. “You’re so pretty, will you marry me?” Her words were slightly slurred as her tipsy frame swayed back and forth every so slightly. 

“Too late, already did.” You laughed as you brought your left hand up to her face, showing off both of your shining rings. “Look.” You brought her hand up too, showing her own ring clad fingers to her, shock adorning her freckled face. 

“We’re married already?!” Jessie shrieked and you knew it was time for bed. 

“Yes, now come on. Time for bed my love.” You placed a kiss on her lips before putting your flutes down and pulling Jessie up with you from the floor. You dragged her over to the large bed, crawling alongside each other to then assume your regular positioning. Jessie waited for you to get comfortable against the pillows before laying herself across your chest, her pillow. 

“Baby?” Jessie spoke after a few minutes, tilting her head to look up at you. 

“Hmmm?” You respond as you begin to stroke her hair gently. 

“Tell me about the first time you saw me.” Jessie asked before setting back down against your chest. You let out a small breath, a smile donning your face as she asked you. 

“Well, I was sitting at a party next to the pool…” 

THE END

[strnlio]

how abt matt confessing his love for you at a picnic date? like, you’ve been dating for like a month, but you still haven’t said “i love you” to each other and matt would take you on this cute picnic date since the weather was in your favour and would confess his love for you

I LOVE YOU .ᐟ

PAIRING: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

SUMMARY: matt confesses his love for you on a cute picnic date

WARNINGS!: none just some tooth rotting fluff :)

a/n: sorry it took me so long to post this, hope u like it :))

a/n 2: not proofread and i think i may have made some grammatical mistakes or maybe im overthinking reading the sentences over and over again idk 😭 also theres not a lot of dialogue in this one sorry 😔☝🏽

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matt knew. he knew from the moment he met you that you were the one from him. he was enamoured with you ever since your very first conversation; he was in love with your easy-going bubbly personality. he was charmed by how smart you were, how you never failed to crack a smile on his face every time you made a witty remark. he loved the way you dressed, how you did your hair, your sweet smile and lovely voice. he especially loved how well you got along with his brothers, how well you complimented all three of them.

little did he know, you felt the same way. you loved everything about him- how kind and caring he was, the way he smiled at you, his adorable giggles at every joke you told him, the sweet gestures he did that warmed your heart. it was just so easy to talk to him about anything and everything. every time you looked into his icy blue eyes you felt your heart skip a beat, every little touch made goosebumps rise on your skin and made you wonder if this could ever mean more in the future.

seems like the universe was in your favour- because one thing led to another and suddenly it was unbearable to him to hide his feelings anymore- so matt took the risk and confessed his strong feelings for you in the backseat of his car while you both went for a late night drive at 2 am. he was fully expecting you to politely deny him and was more than surprised when he found out you reciprocated them. safe to say it was the happiest he’s ever been in his entire life.

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a month later everything was perfect. you and matt were great together- you complimented each other wonderfully. he was always planning something- last week he had taken you to a drive-in theatre and you both cuddled while watching 10 things i hate about you. today he was taking you out on a date in the park.

the weather was perfect- it was sunny but not hot and the breeze was gentle with a perfect cool temperature. matt was excited for this little picnic he’d arranged. he took you to a small park which happened to be absolutely empty that day, leaving the lush green ground all to yourselves. it was perfect.

“lookin’ pretty m’lady,” he said in that silly high pitched voice of his as you both settled down on the picnic matt you layed down. you chuckled as you rolled your eyes at him. his eyes softened when he looked at you. god you were so pretty. you looked almost unreal. the way your hair rested on your shoulders, the sun making your skin glow, a small smile plastered on your face. and your eyes- he could get lost in them.

you felt flustered as you felt his crystal blue eyes on you. “you’re staring,” you whispered as your eyes travelled down to his lips. “i know,”. he whispered back, his voice now raspy. he closed his eyes as he leaned in and smashed his lips against yours. his hands cupped your cheeks as you both got lost in the kiss. butterflies erupted in your stomach. he always kissed you like it was the last time- with so much passion and affection. he could kiss you forever and ever if you let him- it was like you were his oxygen and he needed you.

before things got more heated you pulled away- matts pale skin was now a cherry red colour and he couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot. the effect you had on him was crazy. “lets have something,” you smiled as you picked up one of the baskets of food you had brought.

you both sat on the picnic blanket and talked. it was just so easy for him to talk to you. he could have long conversations about the most boring thing in the world with you. hearing you talk made him happy. he hadn’t talked like this with anyone except his brothers for ages. it was crazy- the impact you had on him. words and topics just flowed by as the clock ticked as you both talked about anything and everything.

he loved you. some may call it stupid to fall in love with someone who you’ve known for mere months but he just knew. nobody had made him feel like this. did he want to tell you? absolutely. was he scared? also yes. love was a big word- not something people throw around easily. he didn’t want to drop the l word on you and let you think that he was rushing anything. it was just how he felt- how he had felt for a while.

everything was perfect today- the weather, the atmosphere, you. “can i tell you something?” he asked, his heartbeat picking up its pace. “of course,” you said before taking a bite of a chocolate cookie . you looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to speak.

“ok so… uhhh… heres the thing. i know its too soon or whatever and absolutely no pressure to say it back by the way its just that… you make me feel- i dont know, different. in a good way. different than anyone else has ever made me feel. you make me happy… so so happy. and i just…. i love you,” he said, fumbling on his words, breaking eye contact as he laid his eyes on the ground, too nervous to see your reaction.

you started at him with absolute adoration spread across your face. there were so many things you wanted to say but you were at a loss of words. however, you managed to say what mattered the most. “matt… i love you too,” you whispered softly. his heartbeat increased as he looked up at you, only to see a grinning face instructing of a frown he expected.

you both locked eyes as he reciprocated your smile, both staring at each other in silence. he pulled you in for a hug. you both wrapped your arms around each other, the feeling of reassurance filling matt as he felt his body close to yours. you really were the one for him.

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a/n: grah😜😜

tags: @mattshighway @wurlibydominicfike @luverboychris @sunrisemill @flouvela

[xoxochb]

Hi!! It’s like my first time requesting so please prepare for the amount of times I type out ‘like’😭 I hope you have/had a good day!!

So percy is kind of like the person that everybody has had a crush on at least once, right?

Basically, percy likes the reader and let’s also say that they’re one of the most nicest people on camp but, today they’re kind of irritated because they had a bad day. To add onto it, percy tries to talk to reader but they’re like so irritated that they accidentally raise their voice at him and reader apologizes to percy. But this leaves percy kind of sad and he’s overthinking, reader—a few days after the incident—goes up to percy and apologizes, they give him like a small gift bag(??). Percy, having feelings for reader, is ecstatic/giddy because of this and is also kind of taken aback from this, he plays it off and acts all nonchalant about it but he somehow makes it so painfully obvious as well. So the whole day, he just kind of sits around and admires the reader.

But turns out that the reader also likes Percy and their siblings kind of tease them about the gift basket. The reader also admires percy whenever he’s not looking at them. (This can just be a little bonus!!)

If you need specifics, can the reader be from cabin 10/Aphrodite’s cabin (but like it’s up to you!!😭) and uhm maybe fem!reader (?)

Anyways, have a nice day!!🫶🫶

⋆·˚ ༘ * looking at you got me thinking nonsense

warnings: none

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite

summary: read the request!

you were the camp sweetheart, a pure soul. everyone admired you and your generous demeanor, but today you were in an irritated mood from being packed with camp duties along with a few personal favors

it started this morning when you had gotten up early to the screaming of your siblings (they had been rudely accusing each other of stealing their clothes), then you had to help set up a breakfast double-date, archery practice after, you didn’t have time for lunch because one of your friends needed urgent love advice, then you had offered to wash the dishes after lunch, and now it’s four in the afternoon, you haven’t had any time to relax

even now when you were supposed to be relaxing you couldn’t find your favorite lipgloss so you had to tear up the cabin to find it, which you didn’t, because that’s what your still doing after twenty minutes of searching

but soon enough your search was interrupted by your favorite son of poseidon, percy jackson

you usually would have been happy to see him but today every little thing- even the smallest thing- would add on to your irritation

“I haven’t seen you all day” he states

“yeah, well, I’ve been busy. I don’t always have time to see you, you know?” you open one of your siblings drawers, disappointed to see your lipgloss was not there

percy knows something’s up because you never talk to anyone like that- especially him “are you alright? have you eaten today? I know you’ve been busy”

“I’m fine! If you really knew that I was busy you would leave me alone” you snap

he frowns at the tone of your voice “oh… I’m sorry. I’m gonna go, we’ll talk later?”

“whatever” you mumble

percy leaves cabin ten with a sad demeanor. what had he done to anger you? he lays awake that night wondering what he did so wrong to make you- the nicest girl he knew- out of all people so frustrated with him

little does he know, you lay awake also wondering why you snapped at him. he was only trying to be nice. he was concerned for you, he cared for you more than anyone and you treated him terribly

how could you make him forgive you?

💌

for the next few days you think of how you’re going to make it up to percy, he deserved more than just a simple ‘I’m sorry’

as your skipping rocks on the water you realize what you have to do. you quickly stand up and rush to the edge of the water, where you search for as many tiny seashells as you can find and once you get back to your cabin you begin making your present

when you finish it you put it in a small box with a pink bow on top- your specialty

unfortunately for you, you were caught by silena with the box in your hand

“what’s that?” she smirks

“it’s nothing, I have to go do something, sorry” you try to rush past her but she stops you

“who’s it for?”

“nobody”

“you’re not leaving until you tell me”

you sigh knowing this information was indeed true

“It’s for percy”

she nods with a victory smile knowing she’s got what she wants

“go get him”

you thank her before rushing to cabin three, which you find him exiting

“percy!” you run over to him “can we talk?”

“of course”

“great, uhm, so first I wanted to say that I’m so sorry for the other day, I was so busy and I had nothing to eat, not even a cup of coffee! you know how I get when I don’t have coffee. but anyways I was so irritated with everything, and you came in right when I was in the middle of looking for my lipgloss and I was getting angry because I couldn’t find it and I just took anger out on you, and I swear it had nothing to do with you, I lov- you’re my best friend, I would never mean to hurt you on purpose” you ramble “I made this for you” you hand him the small box

If you were anyone else percy would’ve hated getting a present with a pink bow on top, but since it was you he could never hate it

“as much as I love you giving me a gift… why are you giving me this?”

“I felt bad about the other day, you deserve more than just an apology”

percy was trying to act chill about this but it was you! the most gorgeous girl at camp- but if you asked percy he would’ve said in the universe.

and you were standing in with him in front of his cabin giving him a gift, looking at him with a loving look!! he swore his heart was about to explode out of his chest any moment

but besides his heartbeat, his face was adorned with a bright red hue “thank you” he tries to fight a wide grin, he didn’t want to appear as a lovesick fool (although the was)

“you’re welcome” you smile and plant a kiss on his red cheek “will I see you later?”

“yes! yeah, definitely, of course” he stumbles over his words

“great! you can come to my cabin after dinner, I’ll see you then!” you kiss his other cheek before giggling and skipping your way to the dining pavilion

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at dinner percy couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. how could he? that can’t be possible! you looked beautiful laughing with your siblings, and the sound of your laugh oh gods, it was oxygen to him, truly.

and your smile? don’t even get him started because he’ll never finish, he could go on about your smile for eternity

your voice? as soft as a newly washed blanket, he wanted your voice injected in his veins if that was even possible, which he was sure it wasn’t, but if there was a way he would do it

and over at aphrodite cabin you snuck glances over at percy whenever you could (which was whenever your siblings weren’t looking, they would tease you forever)

however every time you looked over his eyes were already on you, then you would both look away quickly trying to pretend you never made eye contact, but you both knew you did

the same way you both knew that tonight you would’ve gave percy the kiss he had been longing for since he first saw you under the twinkling moonlight

[lightlycareless]

I remember in one of your posts you mentioned Naoya would like to be woken up with a bj, so do you think he’d also just be into somnophilia in general 🙈

Heya anon!!! Thank you for your ask and patience 🥰💖💖💖 hope you're ready for some smut (and tiny angst) because that's all we getting here.

I won't say much now, just the warnings: NSFW SMUT MINORS DNI. SOMNOPHILIA. naoya is asleep. you decide to try something new. mentions of having a baby. or more like wanting. I always gotta bring this up don't I?

Happy reading!!

You and Naoya have a lot of kinks (or things to try) that eventually come out when the relationship is finally settled; somnophilia is just one of many both wanted to try.

And in a way, it was expected. Because the two are big perverts so fascinated with one another, you couldn’t have enough of him, and he couldn’t have enough of you. There’s really no limit to that desire, always wanting more.

Because Naoya is usually the one with initiative, the dominant one per say, he was probably the first one that made it happen; taking your cunt into his mouth when deep asleep, completely unaware of his tongue deep within your walls until your second release—yet your hazy mind or overstimulated pussy would not be enough to make him stop.

Though of course, there would be exceptions, just like the day Naoya was meant to return home and you weren’t there to receive him.

It’s rare the occasion where Naoya does so and you’re not expecting him, for as soon as he knows the timeframe for his return, you arrange everything accordingly.

However, since you’re not living in the Zen’in estate where his every moved is documented, instead in your shared apartment, some announcements can pass undetected, just like today.

In situations like these you’d normally stay back home for a few more days just to be safe, hoping to catch him walking through the door and welcome him with open arms; it was really important for you to be there, especially after long, tedious days of absence where your poor heart couldn’t take it anymore. It’s only agonizing to be away from the love of your life, after all.

Yet, the dates that he gave you this time around were so vague, that your loneliness suffocated you even more, leading you to decide that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go out for a bit, either to go shopping or get something to eat, hoping this would alleviate some of that pain—

Cue your surprise when returning to the apartment later that night, welcomed by the sight of Naoya completely passed out on the bed, undoubtedly exhausted from his mission.

To see him relaxed, splayed over the soft sheets in deep slumber, tightens your heart. Warming up your chest with elation for he was finally back home, in your arms, safe and sound, how you’d always dreamed it would be.

Unable to contain your happiness, you quickly make your way to him, carefully laying by his side to not wake him up before kissing his cheek and draping your arm over his chest, resting soon after…

Though that wouldn’t come to be just yet, for the moment your legs unwittingly brushed against his, he seemingly became aware of your presence (or maybe he was dreaming of you) letting out a groan that makes your eyes dart up to him; anxiously wondering at first if he was sick, or worse, injured!

Only to gasp when realizing everything boiled down to tent forming in his pants, a sight that soon made you feel both aroused, yet hesitant as to what to do next.

This was natural, nothing you haven’t seen before—however, it was your first time in total control, and as thrilling as it was, it was also intimidating. After all, the arrangement between your boyfriend and you were simple, if not comfortable: Naoya freely demanded whatever it was that he needed from you, and you happily obliged.

Nonetheless, you’d be lying when saying that this is something you haven’t thought about. For the moment where he’d be able to sit back, relax, while you melted away all his stresses…

So, making up your mind with a smile on your face, you raised you lips against his cheek, giving it a soft kiss before moving up to his ear, doing the same and whispering:

“Let me take care of you, Naoya.”

Setting down a trail of kisses from his ear, down to his cheek, and to his neck, you carefully begin to unbutton his shirt, freeing him from those unnecessary constrains and revealing his toned chest you always loved so much to snuggle against, admiring the way his breath seemed to hitch up to his throat when gently caressing him all the way down to his waistband.

From there, your fingers would settle on his belt, sliding through the edges before unbuckling it. It wasn’t much, but still enough to provide how his cock with some relief given the way it twitched underneath his boxers, almost as if he knew what was coming and grew eager for it.

Bothered, you managed to lower his pants and underwear, just enough for his hardened cock to finally spring into its full length, a display that made your cunt tighten, his impressive size dampening your slit even further—and yet, you knew it could grow much harder than that. A notion that makes you lick your lips, impatient for the next part.

Taking his cock with your hands, you gently give it a kiss on the tip before laying out your tongue on the shaft, begging from the head, swirling around his frenulum which immediately makes him moan, a sign that made you proud, understanding you were doing a god job, moving your attention to the prominent vein on the undersize, perhaps the only other thing that makes Naoya’s cock grow even more sensitive.

You’d continue on like that for a few more minutes, making sure that it’s completely covered in your saliva at the same time you teased his balls, always one to avoid neglection, before proceeding to take his cock into your mouth, slowly taking him inch by inch, deeper and deeper into your throat; unable to control your moans when feeling him twitch, vibrations that made him squirm even more, until you finally took him all the way down to the base— proudly relishing the achievement of something you once thought impossible.

To think that you were once afraid of doing such a thing, even attempted to discard the idea completely…

But you could see it in his desire, how much he longed for the moment you’d wrap your soft lips around his cock and make him cum. Your devotion and need to please him is what took you to do your best, and now, it was only a matter of him asking for you to drop on your knees and let him fuck your throat.

Though your goals were different now; for as tempting as it was to taste his seed, you preferred him somewhere else.

Thus, when feeling him to be completely hard, you peel away from his cock, quietly lamenting the emptiness left behind in your mouth, but not for much, for something better was already on its way.

Removing your own garments, you stood completely naked before him, carefully straddling him so as not to lay all of your weight on him just yet, while taking his cock with your right hand and aligning it against your entrance; whatever slick you failed to place on his member would be complimented by your dampened cunt, result of the countless nights you’ve touched yourself to the thought of him, against his own words.

Yet, that didn’t matter, for deep within you knew that the moment your velvety walls embraced his cock, he’d forgive you—just as it always happened.

So, after rubbing the tip against your slit, cruelly teasing yourself for what’s next, you press it against your hole and take him, letting out a sharp gasp when the familiar, burning sensation of his cock spreading your walls invades you, yet, as agonizing as it was, it only motivated you to push forward, placing all of your weight onto Naoya and taking his cock all the way up to your cervix, where it’s head would nestle comfortably.

The suffocating sensation must’ve made way into his mind, for Naoya lets out a moan when you take him completely, clenching his eyes when you give him a gentle squeeze, making you smile in return.

The endearing sight of his reaction makes your heart flutter, further fueling the desire deep within your core as you tease him with one last squeeze before starting to thrust against him, rapidly raising and lowering your hips, the rubbing motion erupting out another whine from his parted lips, undoubtedly succumbing to your pleasure yet not enough to wake him up—surprisingly so, for you weren’t considering being careful anymore, just thinking about lust.

But as much as you were hypnotized by his reactions, constantly seeking more of them by rolling your hips against him, touching his chest, or even lowering down to kiss him, another part of you feels guilty for interrupting his slumber, seemingly torturing him for your selfish pursuit.

«Oh, he must be so exhausted…» you lament, and the thought of stopping briefly crosses your mind…

Yet, if he didn’t want this, then his cock wouldn’t have been hard in the first place. His body wouldn’t have been so welcoming of your gestures, and most importantly, he wouldn’t have suggested the idea—

Or more like accept it when you brought it up many nights ago, eager for the moment he’d see you try it out—though technically, feel you.

With guilt effectively out of the way, you’d continue jumping above him, thrusting your hips harsher and faster in the desperate search for your and his release: that dizzying sensation of your cunt tightening against his cock as he fills you with his seed, followed by your slick covering his pelvis, while your mind went completely blank, succumbing to lust, drowned in your and his moans.

It wouldn’t take much stimulation after that for your orgasm to being to build up, and once it did, your movements grew sloppier, your moans louder, knees weaker as you eagerly chased for that sweet spot, that one stroke that would make you come undone immediately, and subsequentially, Naoya.

And with one last squeeze on his cock, you came, chanting his name as some kind of mantra while waves of pleasure drowned your senses, squirming yet keeping his twitching cock deep within the same time the thick, burning ropes of his seed filled your walls—it was such an agonizing feeling, your body attempted to move away; but you kept still, firm, taking all of him while your heart fluttered at his reaction, moans letting you know of his satisfaction

You could never get used to this moment, no matter how many times you’ve done it. And in a way, you were glad you hadn’t. You only wished you could imprint it on the back of your mind.

Eventually you’d come down from your daze, back to reality and onto your boyfriend who was now partially awake due to your lascivious efforts, slowly blinking away any remnants of slumber, groaning as he wondered what was going on before letting out a louder moan when the feel of his mid-orgasm filled his senses. Hands instinctively reaching for your hips, keeping you there as he tosses his head back, enjoying the last spurts of his seed before sighing.

“Oh baby, fuck—” he hisses, letting out a chuckle soon after. “You couldn’t wait ‘till I was awake, could you?”

“Welcome home, my love.” You coo, smiling as you lean forward to take his lips into a kiss, which he immediately accepts by pressing his tongue into your mouth. You moan in response, indulging in his touch until air was needed. “Did you rest well?”

“You vixen.” He breathes, cupping your face to peck your lips once more. “I did, definitely after this.”

Your heart skips a beat, overjoyed.

“I’m glad you did.”

“Did you miss me?” Naoya teases, hazy past his orgasm yet still hard; you nod, nuzzling against him.

“Yeah…” you murmur. “You don’t know how much I missed you.”

“Is that so? Because your actions tell me otherwise.” He teases. “I was quite disappointed to come home and not see you here.”

“I didn’t know you were going to come back today…” you pout. “I waited for a few days, it’s not fair that you’d come the one day I didn’t wait!”

“Then I guess you’ll have to make it up to me, princess. I know you don’t think this is enough.”

And while tempting to follow suit without uttering any other word, the vulnerability you always felt after your release soon overrides your senses, and subsequently, your words.

“I was really lonely.” you confess, Naoya’s heart tightens with sadness at your unexpected admission. “I never want you to leave again.”

Always hating seeing you like this, he quickly wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him onto the bed to engulf you in a tight, loving embrace.

“I know, my love. I know you don’t want that.” Naoya murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s not think about that now, hm? Instead—”

“You’re going to leave soon anyways, aren’t you?” you interrupt, looking up to him with teary eyes that shatter his heart.

Naoya wishes to take away your pain, have you living a life where all you’d need to worry about is what clothes you’re going to buy next, or where you’d like to eat out next time…

But he knows he can’t, for as long as you’re alone, and he’s a sorcerer, these uncertainties will always plague your mind.

If only it were that easy, if only he could give you one simple solution—

Or make one.

“Let’s have a baby.”

“What?” you breathe, blinking, startled. “Naoya—did you really—”

“Don’t try to deny it; I know you’ve been wanting one, I can see it in your eyes whenever a family passes by.” He says. “It would be good, wouldn’t it? That way, you won’t be alone, and you’ll always have a piece of me with you wherever you go.”

You don’t give his proposal much thought, not when the idea has already been in your mind for a while now, just as he said, so your decision regarding that was already taken.

However, you were never sure if he desired the same future; you supposed not given his career….

But to hear him talk about this topic out loud, as if he were ok with a baby, made your heart soar, happy to know that Naoya was on the same page as you. But before the two got really crazy, there was one thing you still wanted to do.

Luckily, he was more than happy to provide.

“Wouldn’t you like that? A chubby little baby that looks just like to keep you company?” Naoya asks, wiping away your tears, you smile.

“Or like you.” You take his hand with yours. “…But only once we get married.”

“Then I guess we’re due for a ring.” Naoya smirks, taking your lips into a sweet, loving kiss. A promise made to officially intertwine your life with his, in more ways than one. “But until then, how about we practice getting that baby?”

His hands would then move down to your hips and to your ass, roughly kneading your skin and letting you know his desire for more of your pleasure.

“You’re insatiable.” You pout, letting Naoya guide you into a different position: you underneath while he hovered on top, his rightful place, without much resistance— for as much as you enjoyed this brief moment of dominance, you still preferred how nicely his lips felt against yours, his hands over your breasts, or his reach in places you could never.

“You know you love me.” Naoya laughs, you giggle.

“I do. I love you so much.”

Though you wouldn’t completely scratch off the idea of doing a repeat of this later on, especially if there was a chance you’d be able to see more of his adorable reactions, how easy it was to get him to succumb to your pleasure, putty underneath your hands, something only you had the privilege of achieving as his future wife.

But just as he said, that was to be for another moment, for this was only to be the tip of the iceberg of the many things the two agreed to explore on, and you have much yet to enjoy.

[joanvisitsrome]

stars between us - ch.6 - h.c

HELLOOOOOOOOOOO before we get into this, i'm letting all of you know that there will only be two more chapters for this! unfortunately, this story does have to come to an end at some point. (i hate that too but don't worry i'm more than open to another series with this cutie) there's still time to be on the taglist for this though!!! comment to be added!

song reccomendation for this chapter: sorry sorry - towa bird

summary: you and hazel talk after your exchange on the bus. you visit her house after school.

contains: angst, kissing, tackling, fluff, fighting, cussing

For the rest of that Sunday, you contemplated just how you were going to fix things with Hazel. You decided to go all out though. At least, if Hazel never wanted to see you again, you could go through it knowing she knew how you felt. You had managed to get her phone number during the weekend, so you texted her, asking to meet about half an hour before school started the next day. Lucky for you, she responded with a simple thumbs-up.

That whole next night, you laid awake, thinking of how you were going to tell Hazel how you felt. You knew you were going to have to prove to her how much you cared for her, and how whatever you had with her was genuine, and not experimental, like she may think. You ended up buying a 10-pack of lighters in her favorite color, so that she could set off her bombs as she wished. You waited in your car the next morning, waiting to see Hazel’s car. At least ten minutes passed, making you wonder if Hazel stood you up.

Almost all hope had been squeezed out of you, as your head was laying on the steering wheel, when you heard a tapping noise on your window.

Hazel.

You motion for her to give you a few seconds, so you could get out of your car, and of course, get the lighters.

“These are for you,” you say, closing the car door behind you. You see a huge smile immediately take up her face, to which she gets rid of mere milliseconds later.

“You said you wanted to talk. This isn’t talking. You really think bomb supplies is going to make me happy?” she huffs out.

“No. Hazel, I thought a lot about yesterday. And I’m here to tell you, I enjoyed it when we were flirting the other night. And I really wanted to kiss you. Because I like you, Hazel. I like you a lot. I like when you ramble about god-knows-what because you feel like you need to say something, and I like when you talk about making bombs. I love it when you smile, because you have the most genuine smile in the world. And I hate that I may have made you feel like I secretly don’t like you, because, really, it’s the opposite.”

“You like me?” Hazel said softly. “You’re not experimenting with me, right.?”

“Hazel. I’m literally gay.” you hold out your arm to show a bracelet with your pride flag on it.

“Oh. Sorry about assuming that about you.” She says, a small chuckle escaping her after.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Hazel.” You pull her in for a hug, to which she reciprocates.

“I think we should just stay friends though. I think, if we started something, it would be the start of the end for us. I don’t want to lose you as a friend.” Your heart drops, but at least you’re talking with Hazel again. And that was all you had wanted. Even if Hazel wouldn’t be more than a friend to you, it really was all you wanted.

“I get that. Don’t even worry about disappointing me.” you reply, strangely with no tears in your eyes.

“I do want to get it straight with you. I do have feelings for you, I think. I just don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“Hey, I get it. I don’t want to lose you either.”

“You should come over after school today!” Hazel suggests. “Maybe we can make some bombs or something, or we could play a board game, whatever you want.”

“Yeah!” you answer, nodding your head, “I’d love that. More than anything.” The two of you make your way into the school, catching up from the day before, almost as if nothing had happened. The two of you had lunch together, stomachs in pain from laughing so hard.

You never thought you would have this deep of a connection with someone.

You and Hazel went to her house after school, dropping your bags at Hazel’s room. You engaged in a (very intense) game of UNO with her, causing the two of you to scream at each other.

“You little bitch! Making me pick up four again?” Hazel exclaims, flipping you off playfully.

“Well that’s what you get for choosing the color that I had NONE of!” you yelled back. Hazel threw her cards to somewhere in her room and began tackling you as payback. You tried, with all of your might, to get her off of you, eventually being able to pin her down. However, Hazel, with a quick burst of energy she’s able to get again, is able to escape your grip and pin you down again.

“Looks like I won,” Hazel says teasingly, still on top of you.

“Cheater.” You see Hazel’s facial expression change, soften from a huge, elated smile, into a smaller, softer one. Her voice gets lower.

“I think I want to kiss you right now.” You’re in such shock, yet so grateful at the same time.

“Then do it.” you answer quietly. “Kiss me, Haze.” And she does. She bends down and kisses you, sending electricity through your whole body. Your hands hold her waist as the two of you continue kissing. After ten or so seconds, she pulls away.

“I was wrong. I think we can be more than friends.” You sit up, putting your hands on Hazel’s shoulders.

“I think so too. And if we decide otherwise later, I’m more than willing to stay your friend.” The two of you make out for the rest of the night, and nothing more. You and Hazel agree that you both want to save anything more for after your first real date.

To be honest, you wouldn’t care either way.

You felt happier than you had been in a long, long, time.

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[cypherthesuccubus]

Dirty Little Secret

Alastor x Lucifer/ RadioApple -Part 6- (NSFW) (MDNI)

Warnings: 18+, smut, slow burn, eventual smut, cock worship, glory hole, enemies to lovers, murder, blood kink, bondage, tentacles, marking, breeding kink, size kink, S&M, Dom/Sub, switch, facial

Other Tags: Fluff and Angst

Aftercare forever!!✨

Part 6 is here at last!!! Things got heated between our king and the radio demon. Wonder how they’re gonna act around each other now.~ 😏🤭✨

“Rise n shine, Dad!! You promised that would help out with this morning’s group activities, remember? “ Charlie pulls back the curtains in his tower room; letting some light in as it hits Lucifer’s in his heavy tired eyes. He groans as he slowly opens them; feeling like absolute shit from how long he stayed up the night before. He slowly lifts his head to look at Charlie with a tired smile. “I haven’t forgotten sweetie. I just had a long night, that’s all.” He rubs the sleep out his eyes as he yawns; stretching his limbs before sitting up right. “You’ve been having a lot of long nights lately. Should I be concerned, dad?” She clasps her hands together; hoping that nothing bad is happening that her dad wants to keep her in the dark for.

He shook his head; giving her a reassuring smile. “Oh no, sweetie. I promise you have nothing to worry about. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” She breathes a sigh of relief, but is still worried nonetheless. “Ok, dad. Just know I’m here to talk if you need to, ok?” Lucifer outstretched his arm; motioning her to bring it in for a hug. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Charlie breaks the hugs as she happily claps her hands together. “Now, let’s get started for the day we have planned this morning!” She sing songs as she practically skips towards the door; humming to herself. “I’ll be down in 15 minutes, sweetheart.” She opens the door as she takes her leave, before looking back at her dad. “Sounds good! I appreciate the help, dad!”

She then closes the door behind her, heading downstairs to meet with the others so the group activity can start shortly. Charlie makes her way to the lobby, where all the guests are waiting on today’s session to begin. Vaggie motions Charlie over to her; bringing her in to whisper to Charlie. “Is your dad coming this time?” Charlie nods her head; placing her hand on Vaggie’s shoulder. “I just spoke with him. He’ll be down in 15 mins.” She breathes a sigh of relief; tucking her hair behind her ear. “Good! We’ll get started when he gets down here.” Charlie then pulls Vaggie in for a hug; lightly kissing her cheek as she looks into Vaggie’s eyes. “I love you. You know that, right?” Vaggie smiles as she slightly blushes at Charlie. “I love you too.”

15 minutes has passed, as a groggy Lucifer trudges his way slowly down the hall. Rubbing his eyes, he lets out another big yawn; trying his best not to pass out on the floor. As like clockwork, the radio demon himself made his appearance in front of Lucifer; giving him the wake up call he needed. “Good morning, your majesty! My, you look positively dreadful. Not enough sleep I presume.” Alastor’s grin widened sheepishly; musing at the king’s frustration. “Oh fuck off, sinner. I’m not in the mood for your antics today.” Alastor chuckles as he leans down to look Lucifer in the eye. “Well, how rude! Considering what happened between us last night, I was expecting at least a smile.~” He teased his majesty, further riling Lucifer and the headache he had. Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose; trying to relieve some pressure from the headache.

“Why would I smile, let alone be nice to you, sinner.” Alastor hums as he shrugs slightly. “I don’t know, your majesty. Buuuut.~” Alastor takes his claw; placing it under Lucifer’s chin as he lifts it to have the king stare into his eyes. “You certainly didn’t have any issues being nice to me last night, my king.~” His grin widens as he takes in the shocked look on Lucifer’s face; noticing the slight blush dusting his cheeks. “I told you what happened last night, doesn’t leave that room!” Alastor chuckles as he stands back up; straightening his bow tie. “Relax.~ I’m not going to tell a soul. That’s simply not my style, your majesty.” Lucifer sighs in frustration; rolling his eyes as he pushes past Alastor. “Whatever, just stay out of my way, sinner.” He makes his way to the staircase that’s leading down to the lobby; holding the railing as he descends the steps.

He looks over to the parlor as he sees Charlie preparing everything for today’s lessons. She glances up towards the staircase; waving to her dad as she announces the lesson is about to start. During the lesson, Lucifer could help but feel a pair of eyes boring into him; sending slight chills up his spine. He had a feeling of who it was, but wasn’t going to give that asshole the benefit of him getting under his skin. The minutes felt like hours, until the lesson concluded as everyone slowly dissipates from the area. A few demons lingered to have conversations amongst themselves, while Charlie and Lucifer chatted with one of the guests who had questions about the lesson.

“So what if someone knew about a secret you had, and that person knew it was crucial information that had to be approached with caution. Should they still be honest and tell the truth, or keep it to themselves until the other decides to tell the truth?” Charlie ponders it for a bit; placing her finger under her chin. Whilst Lucifer bites his lip, as he rubs the back of his neck nervously from the question. “ I guess it depends on the secret. If the information is important that it could save someone’s life, or keep someone from getting hurt. Then you would have to tell someone who can help.” Charlie states as she looks to her dad with a cheerful smile. “What do you think dad?” Lucifer snaps out of his thoughts; whipping his head towards her as he smiles back.

“Oh I think the same thing, sweetie. Being honest when it’s life or death situations is a given. But if it’s not threatening, then leave it to the person with the secret to be honest with themselves.” She nods enthusiastically as she puts her hand the demon’s shoulder. “I hope that cleared up some confusion.” The demon nods as they thank the two; taking their leave from the parlor. Charlie places her hands on her hips as she sighs happily. “We are definitely making some incredible progress here! I just hope all this works in our favor.” Lucifer places a hand on her shoulder; patting it reassuringly. “ I think it will. I believe in you, sweetie.” She smiles back at him; placing her own hand on his. “Thanks, dad.”

A shadow figure then suddenly appears behind them; taking form of Alastor as he places his hands on both their shoulders. “My what a thrilling lesson! Certainly has struck a cord with me, dear Charlie.” Lucifer eyes widen at his sudden appearance while Charlie looked star struck. “You really found the lesson helpful, Alastor?!” Lucifer then narrows his eyes; silently telling him to not say a single word. Alastor takes notice of this; smile widening as he speaks. “Oh yes, my dear! Reminds me of a friend of mine that has a similar issue.” Charlie cocks her head in confusion and bewilderment. “Really?! Well maybe you can use these lessons and give them some friendly advice then, Alastor!”

He chuckles as he steps closer to Lucifer; putting his arm around his shoulders as he pulls him to his hip. “Oh I’ll definitely keep that in mind the next time I see them! Hopefully they’ll come clean to their transgressions.~” Lucifer eye twitches in response, but strains a smile to Charlie as he speaks. “Hey Char-Char! Could you give me a moment to speak with him, sweetie? It’s something to do with his radio show and how he can further promote the hotel.” Charlie is confused for a second, but nods with a soft smile. “Oh sure, of course! Can’t wait to hear about it later!” She waved to them as her dad and Alastor dissipate from the parlor together rather quickly.

She gives a worried look as bites at her nails; hoping that they won’t fight again like last time. One of their fights took out half the newly refurbished hotel, thus having to rebuild that side all over again. But, she had faith her dad wouldn’t go back on his promise he made that day. All she could do was hope for the best.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Y’know that one girl that said “Comparison is killing me slowly” LIKE I FEEL THAT. I remember a while ago I was like “I ain’t never gonna compare myself to anyone.” Now look at me, like, HOW DID I EVEN START COMPARING MYSELF TO OTHERS??

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hey everyone!

I’m sorry that my inbox is still closed. There’s a lot going on, so I’m a bit overwhelmed.

If anyone does have a question, you are free to send a submission. If you’d like your name hidden for privacy reasons, please let me know.

I hope you all are having a wonderful day/night today. I appreciate you all.

Sending hugs to you all!

[personinthepalace]

Dave Hearn in Mischief Movie Night In -> for @notsofastinspector - Happy Birthday!!

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <3

[ronkeyroo]

Alright folks, so a few updates!

stuffs gotten bad over my side the past few weeks, alot of things piled up upon existing stress while the most pressing being my financial situation after all of the expenses taking care of my illness ;; I’ve been thinking up a better plan for managing a situation where I can both still work and restabilize without compromising my own existing projects or recovery so I’m gonna be setting up a steady workflow routine to ensure I do enough of both under a select amount of hours a day!

I’ll set up a small post of sketchy headshot commissions (Prices range between 65$-100$) after finishing the one I have remaining in my queue , as well as include a little donation section to anyone who wishes to tip me for my art shenanigans! ♥

On another note, after returning from a wonderful vacation celebrating my partner @juleteon​  ‘s birthday, I’m finally back online with some more brewing content~ 👀 There’s been alot of art in the working, lots of shippy stuff, artfights and giftarts as well as a part two for my latest comic! (Which broke my own heart and is a MUST to continue for a better ending or else ill impload gfjgdn) ON TOP OF A COUPLE MORE WOLF TWIN ARTWORKS I PLAN ON TURNING INTO PRINTS so we can all have our sexy werewolf people decorating our walls if we want to, it can really help me out financially as well so itd be cool to just, indulge in the effort to create something to serve the community and get some good septim on the side! Regardless, i just have alot to share and hype with you folks and im happy that im picking myself back up despite feeling so low earlier ;;

Lastly, thank you so incredibly much for everyone who reached out to me those days, who encouraged me when i was hurting and who hyped/rooted over my art these days ;_;) I never imagined coming back to tumblr will sprout such a wave of ongoing joy, friendships, and wonderful interactions...Thank you so much! Lets all get through whatever hardships we face on the way with the power of stubborn determination, plenty of rest, strategic resources, aND CAKED UP HANDSOME SKYRIM WEREWOLF MENNNNNNNN WHOOOOOOOOO---

[fulane-de-tal]

need all the non christians and my ally combatants in the war on christmas to come bitch and moan about christian hegemony with me. this is horrible.

[child-of-the-cosmos]

Art dump upon ye!

Bonus under cut ^^

[kingspuppet]

Also I had meant to say this yesterday, but thank you to those who read my 6 am extremely personal ramble post from the other day (or I guess it was yesterday but still). I honestly wasn't really expecting anyone to do that or interact with it in any way, and to be honest I was more than fine with that because I just wanted to clear my head before I tried to sleep. But the fact that ya'll did that even though you really didn't have to actually meant a lot to me. Just the silent support of the likes alone felt really encouraging and supportive, and I honestly can't thank you guys enough for that. Especially since cutting off a parent is never easy and probably one of the hardest things I'll ever do. I was already proud of myself for setting my boundaries, but it really did feel like solidifying that I did the right thing to protect my peace and that others were supportive of my decision. So seriously, thank you. 💙