#he fell asleep on the couch while house is watching TV.. and they are sharing an ugly woven blanket

[kumquatpoo]

WILSON!!!!!!!!!!!!

And GONZO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[spider-ghoul]

Babysitting <3

Percy Jackson X gn!reader (fluff)

In which: a call from Sally Jackson leads you to help with her youngest, and spend the night with her eldest son. Lingering glances and sleepy confessions only to be forgotten by morning.

Warnings: Reader is mentioned to be smaller than Percy once, kissing, none I can think of but as always lmk if there's anything!!

this might be complete shit lmao I finished this at like 3:00 am last night but I wanted to get something out to feed the beasts of this website

~~𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧~~

At six o'clock on a Friday, normally I'd be rotting in my bed after the week of school. And that was the plan, until Mrs. Jackson mom called.

"Oh- (y/n) I'm so sorry for asking but do you think you could watch Estelle tonight? Me and Paul had a date but Percy was going to the movies with Grover tonight and we-"

"Mrs. Jackson, yeah, it's fine. When do I need to be over?"

"Six is when we're leaving."

"I'll be there at five fifty."

"You're a savior."

This was perfectly fine. Me and Percy were friends and i was the only half-blood who lived around here. I watched Estelle a few times before too. No biggie. Except for the fact I'd been in love with Percy Jackson for...a while.

I mean, he was  kinda my friend. But god, he was Percy Jackson.

At five forty, i headed out. I grabbed my backpack, making sure i had the baby sitting essentials for any four year old: nail polish, beads, and my old rainbow loom (i also spent a extra minute making sure my hair looked okay so that if i saw a certain older brother) I figured that and the t.v. would be more than enough to keep us occupied till her bedtime at eight.

I got there right on time (surprisingly), and Sally greeted me with another thank you. She tried to hand over a few bucks cash, but i pushed her hand away.

She rushed out of the door with Paul after a few more (failed) attempts of paying me, leaving me with an excited two four old. And before too long, she had me watching Bluey (Though i do thoroughly enjoy that show), and making bracelets for us.

She watched as i showed her how to bead the string and make sure the letter beads where on the right way, and then she helped me choose colors.

To start i made one with her name in purple and white. She giggled and slide it on her wrist. I started working on a second one, and she told me to tie hers. It was all blue and had me spell out 'Percy' with beads for her.

"Is this for your brother?" She nodded excitedly, "well, we'll give it to him when he get here, okay?"

I got a solid hour with the beads before she got bored, and by the end both of our wrists had a fair share of bracelets littering them, and a small pile of three bracelets for Percy.

I seriously hope she's awake when he gets here, I can imagine the teasing that would come with handing him bracelets and saying, "oh yeah sorry I'm at your house haha baby sitting- oh me and your sister made you bracelets-". Or i could imagine our hands touching causing me to panic. I could imagine a million things actually.

I think this whole crush is really getting out of hand, especially with me becoming his mom's go to sitter now a days.

Estelle broke me from my thoughts with requests to watch 'Nemo', her favorite. We've watched it every time I've babysat. Part of me wonders if Percy likes it too, I mean with the whole sea god thing. 

As for her request, I made a bag of microwave popcorn and set her down in front of the TV.

I vaguely remember the opening, and Estelle fell asleep next to me before i dozed off myself.

I woke up a bit later, maybe half an hour? The movie wasn't finished, but Estelle was already fast asleep. I took the liberty of scooping her up and placing her in her own bed before going to clean up the main room.

It wasn't bad, just putting away my beads, and getting the popcorn bowl out of the way. I was tired enough, school was rough this week. I just planted myself back on the couch, finding Nemo not quite finished as I did.

I'm not quite sure when i feel back asleep, just that i did.

I'm also not quite sure when Percy Jackson sat down next to me, but he did.

I woke up, curled around a throw pillow, the end credits were playing. I rolled onto my back, and that's when I saw him.

Maybe i was too tired, or maybe he was just smiling, but i didn't feel all that anxious. At least not like i normally do around the son of the sea god.

"Do you always fall asleep to Nemo or is this a special occasion?"

"Do you always watch me sleep or is this a special occasion...?"

He laughed and my heart fluttered.

"Uhm, sorry your mom had me come over to babysit, I didn't know you'd be home yet." I say awkwardly smiley as i sit up, yawning. 

"It's fine, y/n. She texted me, sorry to have you waste a Friday."

"Oh its fine, better than doing nothing. Your sis was an angel, like always." I say, shifting, my shirt bunched up around my waist while I was sleeping. I was also pretty positive my hair was a mess. 

"Oh and speaking of my mom- before i forget." He pulled out a twenty, "now I figure you aren't gonna want to take it, but it's sally's orders."

"I'd feel bad, its just a favor. Your mom is always so nice, she patched me up after a monster attack once, this is just me repaying her."

"She did? When?" His eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes filled with concern.

And i felt my face getting hot again.

"A few weeks ago, your house was closer than mine, it's fine." I mutter, looking down. 

He sighed, "what happened?" he said, reaching out to put his hand over mine. I short wire for a moment, looking back up at him. 

"Just something on my way home from school, it wasn't bad."

After a brief moment of silence, i wanted to crawl out of my skin.

He sighed, "as long as you're fine." he lifted his hand off of mine, though I could still feel his warmth. 

I smiled weakly, "oh uh..what time is it?" 

"Uh.. ten-ish?"

"I should be getting home." I say, sighing turning away from him. 

"It's pretty late, I wouldn't want you to walk back alone."

"It's not far-"

"I'm sure my mom would say the same thing, you know."

I sighed, knowing he was right, "i don't want to intrude." 

"Neither me or Sally would care."

"...."

"...can i bribe you to stay with waffles?"

"...yeah you can." I sigh, any of Sally's food was enough to make me do just about anything. 

Percy smiled, making my heart melt.

"Great, it'll be like a sleepover. Do you need to borrow a shirt or something?"

"Yeah, that uhm- that would be great." I mutter, pushing myself up off the couch. My neck was sore, who would have guessed that a throw pillow wasn't great for sleeping? I stretch my arms out over my head, yawning again. 

"tired?" He chuckles, raising his eyebrow. 

"well you did just wake me up-" I resort, rolling my eyes. I always forget how nice Percy is. I always worry about stupid things, but when I'm with him none of it really matters.

"You woke up on your own- I was simply..." He trails off, and I laugh:

"Watching me sleep?" 

"What can I say? You looked so.. pretty." He look down at me, and I could swear my heart stops, but I don't look away.

"...Yeah, whatever." I mummer quietly,  staring into his eyes and blinking a few times before finally breaking eye contact.

After a short moment, He mumbles something about getting me to bed. I nod quickly, following him to his room, which is surprisingly clean. He digs though his dresser drawers for a moment, pulling out some old band tee, and blue plaid pants. He hands them to me. 

"Is this fine for you? might be a big big, just let me know-" 

"it's fine. No worries." I say quickly, taking them, making sure to avoid his hands. "Thanks." 

He smiles again, and I leave for the bathroom, my heart pounding in my ears. 'pretty'? it's nothing, Percy is just nice like that. 

I change into his clothes, the smell of ocean engulfing me as the soft fabric hangs from my body.  I can't help but to push my head into my shoulder. It smells like him. 

I ball up my jeans and tee shirt, shoving them into my backpack. I slipped out the bathroom once I calmed myself down enough to talk to him again. 

I walk up to Percy's door, "Hey, I'm gonna go lay down do you have a blanket or something I can use..?" 

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at me from where he was laying on his bed, "You don't seriously think I'm making you sleep on the couch-?" 

"Well I kinda assumed..?" 

"Get over here you dork." He said, scooting over on his bed, "Plenty of room- you don't mind, do you?" 

Part of me lit on fire, and part of me was desperate to put it out. My ears got hot, but I managed to nod.

"No, I don't mind.." 

I place my bag on the floor by the door, walking up and sitting on his bed, sliding my legs under the covers and sliding down to lay next to him. I was stiff, worried to so much as touch him. But eventually, I relaxed, turning to lay on my side, facing him. 

I looked at him through half-lidded eyes, my body already starting to sink into his bed, ready to get a proper night's sleep. My eyelids slowly drifted shut. 

I was woken when Percy broke the silence. 

"Y/N?" Percy whispered, almost silent. 

"Mhm..?" I mumbled back, not bothering to open my eyes. 

"I really like you, you know that?" 

If I wasn't half asleep, maybe I would have said something different. If I had the energy maybe I would have been flustered. 

"... I really like you too." 

I only heard him chuckle before he placed a hand on my hip. 

"Get some sleep, yeah? I'll confess my undying love when you'll properly Remember it." 

I must have frowned, because he laughed lightly and pulled me a little closer. 

It didn't matter though. I slipped back to sleep, and when I woke up I didn't  remember. 

I remembered waking up some point in the night, but I didn't know what was said. 

And in the morning, I got the promised waffles and left the Jackson's apartment. 

The ever chivalrous Percy Jackson (who I woke up cuddling with), offered to walk me home. 

We took the long way, and when we reached my door step, he pressed his lips to mine and told me he couldn't wait for me to babysit again, though he wouldn't mind me coming around before then. 

He left me breathless and giddy, and so so happy to have accepted Sally's offer.

[meow-xine]

Ohhh I am so obsessed with him 😫

Shota Aizawa x Fem reader

Cw: smut, some plot… oral (F! receiving)

Background: Aizawa is your husband but you haven’t seen him in WEEKS due to him being caught up in work.

Shota has just been so busy as of late. Truth be told, with the two of you sharing so many aspectual responsibilities – many stemming from Shota’s job, you had felt a strain on your relationship. Shota rarely had time for you anymore, him spending more time now than ever at work, trying to make sense of villain attacks and dorms. Sometimes he would be gone for weeks, the only interaction being a text or a late night call. Of course you kept yourself busy, going to work during the day then occupying yourself with small things around the house; cleaning, crafts. No matter how much you distracted yourself though, there was no way to stop the yearning for your husband. You knew it was necessary, and you would in no way ever try to stop him from doing what he needed to, but you just wish he could take one day off. Life just hadn’t been the same.

“I just miss you so much.” you sobbed into the phone resting next to you, laying down curled over a pillow. This had become a sort of routine, Shota calling you up later than he should, knowing that you would be awake and expecting to hear from him. “I know, I miss you too. It’s.. it’s just been so complicated trying to balance everything. Know that if I could come home to you I would.” He sighed. It wasn’t much easier on him, and you knew that. You often found yourself getting off the phone feeling more guilty than anything. He had a lot on his plate, and you were sure your complaining wasn’t of much help. There was just something about the late night that seeped into your words, taking control and slurring your speech. You weren’t used to staying up so late.

“I’m sorry baby.. I just don’t feel good without you here. It’s too quiet and dull.” you continued your earlier recurring thought. Silence interrupted by your small hiccups filled the air. It was stagnant and dense, but not uncomfortable. “You know it breaks my heart to hear you like that honey.” He interrupted the silence, followed by a sigh. “I’ll do what I can to see you as soon as possible.” he continued. “You promise?” “I promise. Now get some sleep love, it’s late.” And with that you hung up and fell asleep, remaining in the same curled position. 

That was two weeks ago, and since then you had been carefully watching the news reports and attacks against both Shota and his students. It was scary stuff and you constantly had to remind yourself that he would be okay– that they would all be okay. Even with reminders though, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and out of control, sometimes forgetting to breathe until Shota got a break on TV. You followed up with texts and phone calls afterwards too, needing more than just a digital image showing he was safe. 

Finally, amongst the sea of phone calls you had gotten, it was your husband.

“[Name]? Baby?” it was Shota, he sounded happier than he had in a while and you swore you could feel his smile through the phone. “Hi Sho, I’m here. How are things going?” you smiled too, not being able to contain yourself after hearing him. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Things are going good, especially today. I rarely ever take time off work so it was pointed out that I am long overdue for some PTO.” “Oh yay! Do you know when exactly you might be getting some days?” You stood up from the couch you were sitting on in your shared home. “Well…” He started, but before he could finish his sentence the doorbell rang. “Oh, I’m sorry, give me one moment, someone’s at the door..” He chuckled, “Sure.”

You made your way to the door making sure to hold your phone to your chest before answering. Upon opening the door, the phone in your hand was long forgotten, falling to the floor. It was Shota on the other side, lazily holding his phone to his ear. He hung up and opened his arms, allowing you to run into them.

“You’re here! Oh I’ve missed you so much.. I wish you would have told me you were coming ,I would have worn something nicer.” You rambled feeling embarrassed for just wearing one of his shirts and PJ shorts. Not leaving enough time for you to finish a thought, Shota wrapped his arms around you, one snaking around your waist and the other rubbing your back. “Hi baby..” 

You released yourself from his embrace, taking a moment to look at his face and notice the small differences. He looked tired and weary, no thanks to the battles he had endured. Despite everything, it was still your Shota standing in front of you. Your eyes moved down to his lips and before you could think you were all over them. You pulled back, apologizing, “Oh! Sorry,” you knelt down to pick up some of his bags, “let’s let you get settled in first.” 

The two of you carried his bags to your bedroom, placing them on the floor. Before Shota made an effort to unpack, he walked over to you and brought you in for another hug, this one tighter than the last. One of his hands was wrapped warmly against your head, bringing you closer to his chest. You inhaled, making a mental note to lock his sweet musk scent away for when he inevitably had to leave again. “I missed you so much baby, you have no idea.” he spoke, his voice soft and gravelly. 

You loosely pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, one of your hands holding his cheek and his hands still lingering low around your waist. “I missed you too Sho. It felt impossible without you here. I’m just so happy you’re okay.” He smiled down at you and planted a small kiss on your lips. He deepened the kiss, disentangling your entire being yet somehow making you feel more full than you ever had all at once. His hand was now placed against the nape of your neck, all the while slowly backing you up into the nearest wall. 

Once you felt your back touch the wall you couldn’t help but break free of the kiss and gasp, being too entranced to notice the position you were in until now. Shota wasted no time in returning to the kiss, using the hand on your neck to bring you closer to him. The two of you melted into the kiss, a mix of small groans and whines left Shota’s mouth as he lost himself in you. He broke away from the kiss, taking a moment to look at you beneath his frame before speaking, “Baby I need you right now..” he groaned, searching for approval in your eyes. You displayed agreement through a nod and took a step forward. Shota, before beginning to take off your clothes, gently let his hands run across your body longer than he needed to. It had been so long since he had been able to feel your skin underneath him, he wanted to savor it. 

He took off your shirt, admiring what was underneath as he lifted it above your head. Once he discarded it to the side, he worked on removing your bra. You were now completely bare from the waist up and your dark haired husband couldn’t help but stare. “Oh I’ve missed you so much.” He lowered his earlier kisses down to the side of your neck, bending his knees as he moved down to kiss your exposed breasts, one hand massaging the other as he worked. You let out soft moans, the pleasure slowly surging through you. It was more intense than usual, it had felt like eons since you had been touched by him, yet it seemed he still knew exactly how to please you. 

‘C’mere baby,” he led you to your shared bed, sitting you on the edge. You were almost laying down, your elbows propped up stopping you from doing so. Shota got down to his knees in front of you, sliding his hands on either side of your thighs and he slid your shorts off, your panties being the only remaining article. Upon seeing your wetness seeping through the cloth, Shota chuckled  “Awh baby, you’re soaked.” He looked up at you with lust clouded eyes. “Let me touch you, please love.” It took you a moment to fully process and respond to him, you were far too distracted by the sight of your usually dominant husband kneeling before you, so undone. “Yes-yeah, of course you can.” you responded after far too long of a pause. 

He returned one of his hands to its earlier position, slid against your thigh only now massaging you slowly. His other hand moved up slowly to your clothed pussy and you gasped when you felt him touch you. He used his hands to spread your legs open and teased small traces along your inner thighs, moving his face closer. You shivered as you felt the warmth of his breath close in. He planted a trail of the most gentle kisses up your thighs, pausing once he got just close enough to make you antsy. You whimpered, “please Sho..need you..”

“You know I can’t say no when you ask like that.” he smirked, then slid your panties off, gliding a finger down your slit. He inched his face closer, attaching his mouth to your clit after a few small licks. The wave of pleasure crashed down on you all at once, “Oh Sho…” you moved your hands to grab his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Once his gentle demeanor faded, he was devouring you like a madman, groaning and mumbling into your arousal. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this..” he lazily groused, slipping two fingers into you. He curled them up into you, the sheer amount of unfamiliar pleasure was almost overstimulating.

Your grip on his hair tightened, indicating he must have been doing something right. He paused to look up at you, “Yeah? You like that? ‘Course you do..” he trailed off, his mouth finding you again. Your nerves heated your entire body, that combined with the growing knot in your belly was enough to push you over the edge. You bucked your hips, now riding his fingers more than anything. He pulled his face up to look at you again. “Oh baby you look so pretty coming undone f’me right now.” his fingers sped up reaching places you didn’t know could be reached. “So pretty.”

“I’m- fuck.. M’ so close Sho..” you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Rolling your hips at the same speed his fingers were fucking you, you couldn’t help but toss your head back in satisfaction, your release smashing against you. “That’s it baby.. good girl..” Shota spoke, his fingers never once slowing until you were worn out. You whined due to the absence that filled you as he removed his digits. 

He stood up, looming over your relaxed frame. He knelt down to kiss your forehead, grabbing one of your hands to help you sit upright. “You did so good baby.. So good.” He sat next to you, stroking your hair. “Oh I love you Shota, so much.” you whined into him. ”I love you too [Name].” He smiled, honestly not wanting to get up. “Now let's get you cleaned up, it’s late.”

“What about you though? I feel bad not returning anything..” You said, feeling a mix of pleasure and guilt all in one go. “Don’t worry about me, we have plenty of time.” Shota responded. He walked to the bathroom, starting a hot bath with a mix of calming oils; then returned to you and brought you to the tub.

The two of you were slipped in you got comfortable in the middle of his legs, your back resting against his chest. “I love you Shota.” you closed your eyes, feeling relaxed enough to go to sleep right in the tub.

He wrapped his arms around your torso. “I love you too, [Name].”

[cherryobx]

turn the radio up - I have so many songs I want to share with you sjsj. but they all seem difficult to write with bc ofc my music taste is basically really emotional songs jsjs. but a classic that i’ll always love is iris by the goo goo dolls !! maybe that could be a cute one with like comfort or something? but idk, you’re the writer hihi. so do with it whatever you want <3

Iris

summary: you go looking for JJ after a big fight with his dad and it ends with a confession of feelings

a/n: it was supposed to be based on that song but i got kinda carried away so this will have to do lol, also, i was too lazy to proofread so let me know if you spot any mistakes

wc: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of JJ's dad (deserves a warning), happy ending tho

“Have you guys seen JJ?” You barge into the chateau where all of your friends are currently watching a movie on John B’s old and kind of broken TV. Well, everyone except one.

“Weren’t you two supposed to go ‘midnight surfing’ together?” Kiara asks from her spot on the floor. Even if she would’ve fit on the couch, she preferred to sit on the floor as she found it more comfortable.

“We were but he never showed up.” Your voice is full of worry. He never just stands you up like this. He’s late all the time but he always shows up eventually. He’d never do this to you intentionally which is why you’re so worried in the first place.

“He probably just fell asleep,” John B butts in, eyes glued to the TV screen in the corner of the room.

“Yeah, go check his place, see if he’s home,” Kie suggests. “Do you want me to come with you?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. Stay and enjoy your movie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You rush out of there as fast as you arrived, grabbing your bicycle and biking towards JJ’s house. 

JJ doesn’t live very far away so you’re there in a couple of minutes. In fact you can reach everywhere in Kildare in a very short amount of time. It’s a small place. 

Leaving your bike in the driveway, you creep up to the window of his bedroom. You didn’t want to take the risk of knocking on the door and running into JJ’s dad. It’s a small risk since he’s away most of the time but it’s a risk you’re not willing to take.

The light in his room is not on but the light from the moon reveals enough, he’s not there. If JJ’s not in his room he’s not home. It’s as simple as that. 

Your worry increases. If he’s not at the chateau and if he’s not at home, where the hell is he? 

You walk back to where you left your bike and start walking away from there, pushing the bike beside you. You need a second to think. Where could he be?Why didn’t he call? Did something happen? With his dad maybe? It’s very possible. JJ’s dad is not known for his kind heart and sweet words. You suspect that might be the cause because nothing else could make JJ miss hanging out with you. Especially without saying anything.

Where would you go if you were JJ?

You walk and ponder for a while. There are not very many places JJ would go in a time like this. Usually he goes to the chateau or your place because they’re more his home than his actual home ever was.

Then it dawns on you. There’s this place that JJ showed you a couple of months ago. He made you swear not to tell anyone. Even made you pinky swear. He said it’s his secret spot, somewhere he goes when he needs a moment alone and space to think. 

It’s a really beautiful place and it became your favourite spot too. It’s not far from the chateau but it’s hidden enough to be private. There’s a big oak tree near a small creek. When it’s sunny, the sun shines through the leaves and makes the water sparkle and it’s magical. Beautiful, really.

You’re sure that’s where he must be. 

Hopping onto your bike you ride there in a record time. You leave your bike at the side of the road and push through the bushes and trees to reach this secret spot of JJ’s. Well, yours too now.

And there he is. JJ’s sitting on the ground, on the green soft moss, his back leaning against the oak tree. His knees are pulled up to his chest and his hands are resting on them. Even if he hears you approaching, he doesn’t turn his head to look. He just keeps looking ahead.

It’s even more magical in the middle of the night than it is during the day.

You sit down beside him carefully so as not to startle him. “Hey,” you say softly.

His face is covered in various cuts and bruises.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is raspy and devoid of all emotion. He still won’t look at you.

“I came looking for you. You didn’t show at the beach. I was worried.”

“You shouldn’t have.” He throws a rock into the creek and the splash of water sounds so loud in the quiet of the night. 

“What? Why?”

He stays quiet. His lips are pulled between his teeth as if to specifically stop himself from speaking.

“JJ, talk to me.” You place your hand on his.

“Got into it with my dad again. It’s nothing. Just go.” He shrugs your hand off, physically pulling away from you. It hurts because JJ never denies physical touch from you. In fact, he craves it. He initiates it most of the time. His hands are always on you no matter what. It’s one of the things you love about him so much. Among many other things.

“You shouldn’t be alone here.”

“I don’t want you here right now,” he bursts out, finally looking at you. His eyes are red and so full of hurt.

You're taken aback by his words, mouth agape at his outburst. “What?”

“You heard me. I don’t want you here. So just go home. I don’t care.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Even though his words hurt, you stand your ground and don’t back down. He needs you there. At least, you’d need him in a situation like this, you think.

“Then I’m going.” He stands up and starts to leave. 

You shoot up from the ground and grab his hand to stop him.

“Let go of me.” He stops and stares at your hand gripping his wrist. It must be painful with the way you're digging your nails into his skin but you don’t let go.

“No.”

“Y/N…” he warns, his tone low and angry.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Let the fuck go of me.” He’s actually angry now but doesn’t make a move. You know he doesn’t actually want to go.

You’re desperate now. “Why won’t you talk to me? I’m right here JJ.”

“I want to be alone right now.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes.” 

“You’re a fucking liar.”

He seems genuinely taken aback by that. “Excuse me?”

“You fight with your dad all the time. And I get it, it’s hard and I’m sorry. But you never pull away from me like that. Never. I know you like the back of my hand, JJ. There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“It’s none of your fucking business,” he snarls.

“Your problems are my problems, right? Isn’t that what you said to me when I was sick last month and you wouldn’t leave my side? What happened to that, huh?”

There’s a beat of silence where the only things heard are the running water, rustling of leaves and your angry breathing.

He sighs and you feel him relax in your grip but you still won’t let go, scared that he’ll flee as soon as you do. 

“We fought.”

“I know.”

“About you.”

Now you’re genuinely aghast. “What?” You blink in confusion, your grip on his hand loosening.

“He said some stuff I can never say to you and I couldn’t see you after that. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing you after the things he said.”

“What did he say?”

“I won’t tell you.”

“Tell me.”

“No. And don’t fucking argue because I will take those words to grave with me. I’ll make sure of that.”

You nod. Maybe it’s for the best.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Am I okay?” he chuckles dryly. “Never been better. I feel like a fucking loser, a failure with an asshole for a dad. And I’m so fucking alone that it physically hurts in here.” He places his hand right over his heart. 

“You’re none of those things, JJ. Not to anyone, not to me.”

“Who’s the fucking liar now?”

“I’m not fucking lying, JJ!” You force him to look into your eyes. “Your dad might be an asshole, a big one at that, but you’re not a failure or a loser. I don’t know how but didn’t turn out like him. You have a future. He threw it away. And you’re not alone. You have us,” you refer to your friends. “And you have me.”

You place your other hand on his hand that’s still on his chest. “You’ll always have me.”

“Not in the way I want. Not in the way I need.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You know, I’ve never taken anyone here before.” He looks around his secret little getaway. “You’re the first person I’ve shown it to. The only one I thought it was worth showing to.”

Your eyes remain on his face as he talks, taking in his features. 

“I’ve never wanted to take anyone here before. I didn't understand why I wanted to show you this place so badly. Why it mattered to me if you liked it or not? And then I realized I’m in love with you and I’m absolutely fucked.”

I blink slowly, mouth agape, as I try to process his words. “You’re in love with me?”

“Yeah. And I know it’s stupid and I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because it fucking ruins everything. You’re never gonna wanna speak to me again and things are gonna be so awkward and-”

I interrupt his rambling. “Have you even asked me what I feel?”

“What?”

“You go on this tangent about how your feelings for me are horrible but you don’t even know how I feel. So ask me. Ask me what I feel for you, JJ.”

“What do you feel for me?”

“I feel like I want to hit you, JJ. I’ve been in love with you for like… ever and you didn’t even seem to notice. I’ve made it very clear. Hell, everyone else except you knows that I’m head over heels for your stupid ass.”

“Are you serious?” he asks.

“Of course I’m fucking serious, JJ. You think I’d tell you this for shits and giggles?”

“You-” he wants to say something but seems to think twice and before you know it his lips are on yours. His hands are on the sides of your face, pulling you close. You melt against his body, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“That was for shits and giggles.” He pulls away, completely out of breath.

“Totally,” you say and pull him back against your lips for another kiss.

“But I mean it, JJ,” you state when you finally separate again.

“What?” 

“I’ll always be here for you. Through the bad and through the good. Always. I promise.”

“So do I.”

“You better,” you jokingly threaten and he laughs at that. 

“Do you wanna go to the chateau? The others are watching a movie right now.”

He denies your offer. “No, I’d rather stay here with you for now. If that’s okay?”

“It can be arranged.” You smile up at him and his face lights up.

“Good.”

join my picnic!

[starrclown]

LMK SHIP Headcanons cause art block is KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEE🎀

Shadowpeach:

Wukong is a morning person. Macaque is NOT. Wukong tries to sneak out of bed in the morning but Macaque has an iron grip on him.

Wukong loves to paint so Macaque will force himself to go into civilization so he can get Wukong NICE paints.

Wukong when he wants to, likes to make new deserts and snack recipes. He has Macaque try all of them so he has a tester. Macaque likes the free snacks.

Wukong likes doing makeup so when Macaque lets him he’ll try new looks on Macaque.

Macaque CLINGS onto Wukong at parties. He doesn’t want to be there or talk to anyone so he sticks with Wukong.

Macaque once made Wukong cry when he tried joking with him when he was overstimulated. He IMMEDIATELY felt bad and still hasn’t forgot about it. (This actually happened to me)

Macaque fell first AND harder.

Wukong likes to bite. Not hard but he likes to just nibble. Macaque likes it WAY too much. He’s a freak.

Macaque doesn’t like fireworks because of how loud they are. Wukong won’t set fireworks off when Macaque is on the mountain.

They have drawing sessions together.

Freenoodles:

Tang stares at Pigsy when he cooks. There’s something so mesmerizing about his husband just cooking peacefully. He’d genuinely rather watch Pigsy than any tv show.

Pigs nuzzle to show affection. That’s why Pigsy and Tang nuzzle so much.

Pigsy has a wedding ring but he doesn’t keep it on when he cooks. Tang WILL NOT take it off. He bagged Pigsy and will not stop showing it.

They like to watch cheesy rom coms together. They laugh at them and then fall asleep on the couch.

Tang is surprisingly REALLY jealous. Not in a TikTok dark romance way, more like a whiny baby way. He knows Pigsy isn’t going to cheat on him cause he trusts him so much but it bothers him if a customer gets to close for his comfort. Pigsy isn’t jealous at all. Like no jealous bone in his body. You could hit on Tang right in front of him and he knows Tang would freak out more.

Pigsy was a MUCH more strict parent. Tang is a VERY played back dad.

Tang didn’t know how to express affection when he and Pigsy started dating so he just spoiled him with gifts.

They are a very old married couple. They lay in bed at night in their pjs. Tang reads Jttw while Pigsy watches Chang’es cooking show.

Tang comes up with the CHEESIEST pickup lines and Pigsy still loves him for some reason.

They like to tease and annoy each other but they love each other.

Spicynoodles:

Redson straightens his hair a lot so most people don’t see his curly hair. Mk LOVES Redsons curly hair and BEGS him not to straighten it.

Redson doesn’t like to share his food but she’ll give Mk just a little bit if he asks.

Mk basically lays on top of Redson when they’re in bed during the winter. Redson is basically a free heater.

Redson is Mk’s muse. He draws him constantly but he’s to shy to show her.

Mk tries to show off for Redson when they’re at the arcade. He’ll try and impress him by getting a slam dunk but the ball rick a shays off the backboard and hits him.

Redson is sensitive to touch because they’re afraid that their fire will burn people. When they start dating Mk wears more layers + fire proof gloves so that he can be all up on Red.

While rain makes Redsons hair go flat and straight, rain doesn’t hurt him. Mk INSISTS on making sure he’s ALWAYS under an umbrella so that she doesn’t get wet. Redson won’t admit it but she finds it sweet.

Redson likes to cook, a hobby he got from DBK and Wukong, so he makes Mk food as a sign of affection.

Redson has a 15 steps hair and skin routine. Mk puts on his headband and leaves the house. The man’s skin is like sandpaper.

Both like horror movies but BOTH get scared at the jump scares.

Dragonfruit:

Mei sends Redson all kinds of videos about cute animals. Redson once replied with a heart and Mei fell in love.

Mei would say “Sorry guys, I gotta get home to the wife!” And then go see Redson.

Mei’s parents LOVE Redson. Whenever she comes home they ask where Red is.

Mei spoils Redson with gifts. It’s her love language. Redson tries to do out in return but Mei won’t let him.

The two like to race. They race along beaches or deserted roads. It’s bonding time for them.

Redson fell first, Mei fell harder.

Redson gets up earlier to complete their routines and start work. You’ll be lucky to see Mei before 11 am.

Both are judgy as HELL. They shit talk anyone who dares to walk by.

Mei types using emojis, Redson uses :( :/ :o

Mei will use ANY opportunity to talk about how her and Redson got together.

Chimera:

Mei sleeps on the left, Redsons in the middle, Mk is on the right. They make one big cuddle pile.

Mei and Mk are SUPER clingy. Redson DOES not get work when they both wake up.

They all have movie nights. Trashy rom coms, horror, tragedy’s. They watch them all.

Mk has perfected Mei and Redsons coffee orders.

They started a plushie collection. Any time anyone wins or buys a plushie, it goes in the collection.

Mk and Mei wear boxers and t shirts to bed. Redson wears one of those big frilly robes to sleep.

Mk and Mei like to mess around with Redsons hair cause it’s so much longer than theirs.

When Mei is experimental with her style, Mk and Redson are supportive.

Mei and Redson hang up Mks drawings of them.

“What do you see in those two?” “They make me laugh.”

I finished writing these at 1 am. I have school. What am I doing.

[xo-adeline]

"I'll tell you I love you, even if I don't know it..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Movie Night! Feat. Alexis Ness - Our poll winner!

AN - I probably still will write for the other characters who scored higher but they might be a minute due to me having an AP project I have to finish!!

The cold winter night had been banished to outside when your boyfriend walked in the door, shrugging off his jacket before finding you in your shared apartment to give you his after-practice hug. That’s when he saw you curled up on the couch, watching the German snow from under your blanket. With a slight laugh and a smile, he came and sat down with you, hugging you as you finally noticed he was back. A quick kiss to your forehead before he stood up heading back over to the bedroom to shower and change into some comfortable clothes, rather than the sports attire he had been wearing.

Within an hour he came back, in a Bastard München sweatshirt, and a pair of joggers with his iconic number 8 on the right top side. Even when he was at home he found the need to represent his team. The winter was still cold, and most likely colder now that it was later at night. The clock read ‘8:31 pm’. You both knew he didn’t have practice in the morning and you weren’t busy. So what did that mean?

Movie Night! When you had both nodded at each other it was the race to find stuff around the house that you wanted to eat. Whether it was popcorn, candy, ice cream, or really anything else that was still in the house. And before long you were both sat back down on the couch, snacks in the middle and a remote in your hand as you scrolled through the rows and rows of movies on every streaming platform that you can think of. Eventually, you both settled on a movie ‘The Notebook’, Ness’s favorite. You could never tell him no when that cute smile and the little begs came from him when he saw you pass over it on screen. It had started okay, curling up into him while slightly snacking watching as the scenes progressed throughout. However, about 30 minutes in your boyfriend had continued to yawn every few minutes. 

You turned to look up at him, right after he had let out another yawn.

“You okay.? You look really tired. We can go to bed if you’d like.?” “No, no. ‘m okay.. Plus, I like having movie nights with you and we never get the chance.” “We have tomorrow, ‘lexis.. We’ll pick up where we are in the morning. Come on, let’s get you to bed sleepyhead.” 

With no other objections from him, you turned off the TV and started putting everything away, with the not-so-helpful help of your half-asleep boyfriend. It wasn’t too much longer before you had made your way back to the bedroom, doing your at-night routine as he got into bed, almost falling asleep immediately as his head hit the pillow. You laughed a little as you saw him trying to stay awake while you finished up the routine, getting into bed on your side. The small lights peeking in from the closed curtains illuminated his face just enough for you to see his eyes slowly closing as he drifted off, his hands moving to pull you closer to him, even if he was doing it subconsciously. Darkness soon overtook the room as the lights started fading before completely disappearing. He had already been asleep way before any of the lights had even had a flicker, but no matter. Somehow, even in his asleep state, he had whispered a small ‘..I love you..’ to you before you fell asleep. 

Somehow, Alexis Ness could still tell you he loved you, even if he wasn’t consciously thinking about it. Alexis Ness could love you whenever, and even if he was asleep he could show it.

[v4lbillsversion]

Taking care of drunk bill <3

(This is just fluff)

9:37 pm

You were at home. Sitting on your couch watching whatever tv show was on at the moment. You are tired and are dozing off at random times. But you stay awake bc Bill still isn't home yet. You wait until you get a message,text,or anything from Bill, but a few minutes later bill texts you.

Creds for this pic @estxkios

10:09 pm

After you see this message from Bill you sigh. You stand up from the couch still very tired, but you slide on some slippers and grab your keys. You lock your door and get in your car and drive to whatever house party Bill was at rn.

10:24 pm

You finally arrive at the place Bill was at. The smell of the place smelt like weed, alcohol, and just other stuff. You get out of your car searching around for a sign of Bill. While you are walking around the place you turn your and see Bill standing there, smiling at you, smelling like alcohol.

"Bill... Cmon let's go were going home."

"Okk...!"

You and bill walk back to your car. Once you get there you open the passenger side of your car for Bill to get in. You help buckle him in and you close the door to get on the drivers side. You start the car up and Bill is just sitting there... Looking as drunk as possible.

11:02 pm

You finally arrive at your house. You get out of the car and open the passenger side door to get Bill out. You grab him to help him stand up so he doesn't fall over. You grab your keys and unlock the door.

"Ok I'm going to get you cleaned up.. "

"Okk pookieeee...!"

You chuckle quietly when Bill calls you pookie. You take him into the bathroom and turn on the tap water, and grab a cloth to wipe up Bills face.

"Bill hold still.."

"Nun. Hehe...!"

11:27 pm

After that struggle of getting bill to hold still while you cleaned him up, you took him into your guy's shared bedroom. You helped Bill into bed and you did the same.

"Good night, Bill.."

"Good night...! I luv yOuu..!!"

"I love you too.."

Once you turned over on your side, you felt a pair old slender hands touch your waist. You realized it was Bill, so you turned over to face him and he put his face in the crook of your neck. You started to rub his head, while you were doing that he started to slowly fall asleep.

11:46 pm

Bill had finally fell asleep. He had both of his hands on your waist holding on to you tightly, his head in the crook of your neck while taking deep breaths in his sleep. You look at him in awh but you start to feel tired too. So you close your eyes, and there you are, you and Bill together sleeping peacefully.

(I DON'T REALLY LIKE THIS ONE😭 IT'S LITERALLY SHIT)

[malice-ov-mercy]

I would something about Matt realizing he's in love with his dog sitter. Reader is average looking, maybe doesn't really dress super cute or wear makeup. Messy buns and bike shorts all day...but with how much she loves his dogs makes him fall hard. Maybe he comes home to her watch Grey's with them and he then knows he's found the one

It’s hard trying to find someone you trust to dog sit. These are his babies after all. He can’t trust just anyone with his children. Yeah, Matt could kennel them, but that just seems cruel to him.

And then you come along.

Moved in next door; your dog had dug under the shared fence and into his yard. You frantically tried to call him back under before he noticed, but had no luck. You rushed over to knock on his door, still in your pajamas. Matt fixes you with a concerned stare as you explain, and thankfully he isn’t as mad or upset as you expected. His calmness about it helps you calm down. He walks you thru to the back door and you can see your dog and his two zipping around the yard. He chuckles at your sigh of relief then offers you something to drink.

From there, you became quick friends. He gave you extra veggies from his garden, had frequent play dates for the dogs (he didn’t bother filling the hole between your fence so your dog could come over any time he wanted), and eventually you started dog sitting while he was away on tour.

It was honestly such a breath of fresh air having someone love and adore his dogs as much as he did and not having to worry at all how they were doing. You sent him frequent pictures and updates. Sometimes you’d bring them over to your place for a sleep over, but more often than not you’d stay at Matt’s.

Every time he came back from tour, his house always smelled so good and tried to get the scent to last as long as possible. He asked all the time what you did to make it smell so nice and really you did nothing but cook and maybe light a candle or two. He hated when you left bc his house felt less homey and lively without you.

This time, he found you and the three dogs on his couch, Boo comfortably nestled in your lap while Zeus and your dog are cozied up on the other end together. By the way Zeus is snoring, it seems like he’s been asleep for a long while. He sees Grey’s Anatomy on the tv and his heart swells. You’re quite few seasons behind, but the fact that he’s even sucked you into watching in the first place brings him joy.

Matt watches you for a while, as the realization that he fell in love at some point slowly dawns on him. He loves that you treat him like any other person, that you care for his dogs said they were your own, your laugh, your smile. Just you. He loves you.

The sudden hands on your shoulders scare you, but you instantly relax when you see it’s just Matt. You welcome him back home with a big smile that he returns. Then he surprises you with a kiss.

“It’s pretty late. You wanna crash here for the night?”

[c-o-t-o]

hi! i love ur writing and am in desperate need of denji x m!reader fics lol, would you be able to do fluff 10 with nsfw 2?

The Snow Storm

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x male reader

CW: s.fw, character aged up, descriptive kissing scenes

Misc: ~2.2k words. Requested by anon (getting stuck at their house and spending the night, their first kiss with you) thank you so much for the compliment and the request! I didn’t know how n.sfw you wanted this to go, but feel free to request again and I can continue the fic with another part and make it spicier~!

About: you end up stuck at Denji’s for the night and contemplate kissing him all night

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

It was movie night at Denji’s again. Well, technically it was Aki’s house, but everyone was away on a mission except for Denji. He took advantage of that by having you over for another movie night. Usually Aki makes you leave early, but on nights like these, you and Denji get to stay up late hanging out.

You and Denji are walking back from the convenience store with your bags full of drinks and snacks. You’re both talking about what movie to watch when it starts snowing. You hadn’t realized how cold it was until snowflakes started sticking to your eyelashes. You and Denji both look up in awe, it had been forever since either of you saw snow. Not paying much attention to where you were going, your hands bump, making you both recoil a bit.

“Heh, sorry.” Denji smiles and looks back up at the snow, sticking his tongue out trying to eat the snow. Even though your hands only touched for a second, you felt your heart skip a beat and warmth flow to your face.

Back at the house, you and Denji have been watching movies in the dark. Sometimes chatting and laughing during the movie, sometimes both on the edge of your seat wrapped up in the plot. Every time Denji’s arm or leg touches yours, you feel your heart start to race. All you can think about is yourself pleading for him to not notice you getting flustered over how close he’s sitting to you. Did he always do this? You feel like you both used to sit at opposite ends of the couch, but here Denji was practically pushed up against your side.

Towards the end of the night, a few movies in, you both start getting pretty sleepy. You’ve started slouching down into the couch, Denji trying to fight his body nodding off. Every now and then his head jerks forward and you catch himself pulling it back up, eyes straining to stay open. Eventually, he starts leaning and slumps over onto you, his head on your shoulder. You freeze for a moment before looking up at the ceiling and swallowing hard. ‘I feel like I’m being tested tonight’ you think to yourself.

You can feel Denji’s hair on your cheek. It smells… surprisingly good. Kind of sweet, actually. You wonder if Denji intentionally picked the fruitiest smelling shampoo, because it was reminiscent of all the jelly he puts on his toast. Carefully turning your head to look at him, you see him sleeping. He looks so peaceful, and… all of a sudden your thoughts stop when you look down at Denji’s lips. Slightly opened with quiet breaths going in and out, you can see the tips of his teeth.

Your heart is beating so hard and quickly now that you’re afraid Denji will hear it and wake up. And he does- not because of you, but because of the music from the main menu blaring suddenly. The movie had finished and gone through all of the credits while you were admiring him sleeping.

Denji slowly wakes up, realizing he’s laying on you, and promptly sits straight up.

“Ehhheheh, sorry man,” he says with a nervous smile. “I didn’t realize I fell asleep.” Denji averts his gaze momentarily which throws you off. Why was Denji nervous? Or was he just embarrassed to have fallen asleep on his friend?

Denji turns the movie off, switching back to regular tv.

“…are advised to stay indoors during this storm. The snow is expected to continue throughout the night and into tomorrow morning. Officials are asking folks to stay off the roads and indoors due to extremely limited visibility…” the newscaster says while in front of a map.

“Storm…?” You question, looking at Denji.

“The snow!” You both shout simultaneously while going over to the balcony doors. Denji pulls the curtain back and turns on the light, seeing that the snow has already accumulated a LOT. Neither of you had realized it was going to be this bad. And without Aki there kicking you out early, it was already so late as well. You stare at Denji nervously for a moment before he closes the blinds and looks back at you.

“Welp! You’re not going anywhere tonight, you’ll have to stay here.” Denji says, rubbing the back of his neck, looking around the living room to assess where you’ll be sleeping.

“Umm, are you sure…? Is that okay?” You hesitantly ask. He’s right, you’re not going anywhere in this storm. On one hand, you start feeling excited at the prospect of sleeping over Denji’s place. But on the other hand… you'll be sleeping. At Denji’s. Alone together.

It’s not like you haven’t before, there were a few times where you stayed over. Being all guys, Aki had no problem with you staying in the room with him and Denji the times you did. But you’ve never slept over with Denji alone before. Especially not after a night of feeling more lustful for him.

“Of course I’m sure! Let’s set up here in the living room. We can watch the snow and have movies on all night. It’ll be fun.” Denji starts moving the couch to make room for the futons. He puts the two together, side by side. You gulp hard and help him set up to distract yourself at the thought of sleeping right next to him.

Later on, when you’re both laying down, the severity of it all hits you. Here you are, laying inches away from your crush, in his pajamas that he lent you, alone together. Denji seems super excited. And you do too, but you also were finding it hard to suppress your feelings for him in this situation.

The room is dark, save for the faint glow of the tv in the background playing a movie on low. It’s so quiet in the room that you can hear Denji’s delicate breathing as he sleeps. The snow continues to fall, and watching the flakes starts lulling you to sleep. Right before you do, you hazily move closer to Denji, smelling his sweet hair again. You fall asleep quickly, cozy, and heart aching for more.

——————————-

You wake up to something tickling your nose. You sleepily rub your finger on it, but the sensation doesn’t go away. You open your eyes to see Denji’s sleeping face right in front of yours. His hair in your face because your foreheads are touching.

‘Did he move this close to me on purpose? Did he do it in his sleep?’ You wonder. The spot where your head meets his starts tingling. Your breath quickens and you feel your face getting hot from the blush spreading across your cheeks. You try to savor this feeling, this view, before Denji eventually wakes up again.

“Hm? Oh,” Denji covers his mouth with his hand for a second, then puts it back on the pillow. “I keep waking up close to you like this, don’t I?” He smiles awkwardly. Frozen again, you mean to move back to put some space between the two of you, but you can’t seem to move. You watch Denji’s eyes slowly look down to your lips, and he exhales nervously. ‘Is… is this really happening? Is Denji getting ready to kiss me?’ You think to yourself, but eventually your own thoughts become drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You feel yourself getting hard even at the thought of Denji kissing you here on your beds. ‘Damn, why does he look cute even when he’s sleepy? His hair is all ruffled, it’s adorable. I want to just run my fingers through it’ you manage to think to yourself.

Here it is, this awkward push and pull of your faces. The moment where you both know what’s going to happen next, but never know who should be the one to go all the way forward. But when your urges force you to be the one to slowly move forward, Denji slightly pulls back, covering face with his hand out of nervousness.

“I’m sorry…” he muffles through his fingers, eyes looking away. Not knowing what to really do, you say you’re sorry back, get up, and go out onto the balcony.

“What was I thinking?” You say out loud to yourself as you pace the balcony in the cold, rubbing your arms with your hands for warmth. “Why would he want to kiss me? I’m just some guy, just one of his friends. Ugh why did I do that…” you pinch the bridge of your nose out of frustration.

Suddenly you hear the door slide open behind you. Without turning around, you start apologizing to Denji.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that… well… I really like you, Denji. And tonight was so great. But I wasn’t sure why you were so close during the movie, and you kept falling asleep on me…” you start rambling when the silence behind you continues. “I’m sure you don’t want to be with another guy, I mean you’re always talking about boobs so-“

Before you can finish your rant, Denji has grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to look at him. The snow is falling slowly between the two of you, seemingly slowing down time as you both look at each other. Denji opens his mouth to say something, thinks, then closes his mouth. He does this one or two more times before shaking his head. He steps forward, looking you straight in the eyes. In the dimness outside you can’t tell if he looks angry or desperate, until his next move. Denji quickly reaches out to you, grabbing your head with both hands, pulling you in closely for a kiss.

The moment you feel your lips touch, you immediately begin to kiss him back. His lips are so soft and plush, seemingly melting when he pushes them into yours. When he slightly pulls back, your lips make a quiet smacking sound. Denji covers his mouth again, eyes averting yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” Denji quietly murmurs. His entire face is bright red now. “But I didn’t know if you felt the same way. So… it’s why I kept getting closer to you. I wanted to see how you felt. I-“ Denji covers his face with both of his hands bashfully. “I really like you. We have a lot of fun together.” Denji musters up the courage to put his hands down and look at you. His face is entirely too red now, and the realization hits you that you’re absolutely freezing. Denji’s face must be so cold that the redness has deepened.

You both go inside and bashfully get back under the blankets, laying down facing each other again. You inch closer to Denji, noses touching. The tip of his nose is so cold that it makes you chuckle.

“I, uh, never really kissed anyone before. Not like, for real, anyway. Um. I hope it was okay.” Denji whispers. The two of you continue to whisper even though there’s nobody else home.

“Well, now you have kissed someone. We can, um… practice some more if you want. I’ll be stuck here all night, anyway.” You say bashfully, but it’s true. You wanted to take advantage of your night alone with Denji. Once again you lean forward, but this time, your lips find his. At first the kisses are incredibly soft and tender slow kisses. But after a few minutes, you find that Denji has picked up the pace a bit, turning you on.

You slide your fingers through Denji’s hair, kissing him deeply. Every now and then he pulls away to gasp or moan, his voice sending chills through your body. You both start making out pretty heavily. Denji keeps squirming and suddenly you feel his leg slide between yours, his knee gently pushing up between your legs. You unexpectedly let out a moan with your head falling back. Denji leans in and starts kissing the nape of your neck, making you cringe with pleasure. You grab his face, his tongue still somewhat sticking out, and lick it. Denji moans loudly this time. You feel his tongue slide into your mouth, massaging yours with it, saliva starting to seep out of the corners of your mouth. Denji stops momentarily to lick you clean, and then goes back to kissing you.

You start wondering how your soft, innocent kissing turned into this. You were both getting hot and bothered, but little by little you both started dozing off again. It was well past midnight now, and you both had been fighting off sleep for hours now.

“Denji, I’m so sorry, I’m falling asleep.” You whisper, placing one last gentle kiss on his soft lips.

“I am, too. We can, uh, maybe pick this back up another time.” Denji blushes again at the thought of another sleepover where you would resume your make out session. Denji sighs contentedly and slides in closer to you, once again falling asleep with his forehead pressed to yours. Your fingers interlock on the pillow between your heads, finally letting the lull of slumber overtake you. It was a great way to fall asleep. But all night, all you could dream about was continuing where you left off with Denji. And you just couldn’t wait to stay over again next time.

[starry-hughes]

slow morning

mat barzal x reader

summary: mat and you spend the morning together.

requested: yes!

little short but cute

The sun poured into the room from the window Mat forgot to close the blinds for last night. The apartment bedroom filled with sunlight as the sun rose above the horizon. Mat was sleeping despite the sun, but you were awake. Mat was resting a lot more with his injury. He was itching to get back on the ice, but he had to rest to heal. 

Peeling his arm away from your waist, you carefully got out of bed. Mat slept like the dead and remained asleep. You silently closed the blinds, hoping to give Mat some more darkness to sleep. Mat’s growing dark hair was tousled and messy. The guy had the worst bedhead hair you had ever seen. 

You quietly moved out of the bedroom, feet padding down the hall to the kitchen. You moved around the kitchen, getting ingredients for pancakes out of the pantry and fridge. It was a peaceful quiet in the house as you cooked and Mat slept peacefully in the room. 

Mat’s eyes slowly, his arm subconsciously moving around the space next to him. He was still waking up when he realized that you were no longer next to him. A slight pout made its way to his face as he got himself out of bed, trying to be careful with his injury. He slowly made his way to the kitchen. 

“Morning,” his sluggish voice called out to you as he leaned in the doorway of the kitchen. You jumped at the sudden appearance of your boyfriend. “Hi baby, good morning,” you said quickly, walking over to kiss his cheek before going back to your pancakes. 

He watched you cook until you finished. Mat tried to grab the plates from the cabinet, but you swatted away his arm, “Go sit! I’ll bring the food over to you.” He groaned, frustrated that he couldn’t help, but he knew that you were trying to help him get back on the ice as fast as he could. Mat made his way to the couch, resting there until you brought him over pancakes and some juice. You joined him with your own food on the couch. He turned on the TV, “Can we watch game highlights?” 

You held back a playful groan. As much as you love him, you could only watch game highlights so much. You knew he missed hockey more than anything, so you would let him watch whatever his heart desired. “Of course, babe.” The two of you ate quietly, watching the game highlights from last night’s game. Once finished, you put your plates on the coffee table, and you would put them in the sink later. 

“Could you play with my hair?” Mat asked tiredly as he let his head fall onto your lap. “I’d be able to play with more if you didn’t shave it,” you mumbled, which he sent a glare to you for. “It’s growing back,” he argued. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, pausing every once in a while to massage his scalp. The two of you quietly chatted about dinner plans and making sure the Mat was doing the exercises the training staff gave him. Mat eventually fell silent. The way that your fingers were running through his hair put him asleep. Looking down, you saw his eyes closed as his breathing slowed. You were happy that he was getting some more sleep, you knew he needed it. After a while, you stopped playing with his hair, your fingers cramping. Your legs were falling asleep with your boyfriend’s head resting on your legs, and you moved slightly. Mat’s eyes fluttered open at your movement. 

“Sorry for waking you up, baby. Go back to sleep.”

He smiled tiredly up at you, “Can we move back to the bed? I just want to sleep.” You nodded, letting him sit up before you stood. His hand found yours, and he let you lead him down the hallway back to your shared bedroom. Mat found his spot in bed quickly, holding his arm open for you to join him. You found a place in his arms comfortably, making sure you weren’t putting any strain on his injury. “I’m so in love with you,” Mat whispered as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. 

Mat nudged you carefully, signaling that he wanted you to face him. You twisted in his arms, facing your boyfriend. “Hi,” you mumbled softly, your hands cupping his face. His fingers traced circles on your hip. “I love you,” Mat said tiredly as he leaned forward, kissing your forehead. Mat loved seeing you get flustered from his comments and professions of love. “Love you too.”

[m4sonn]

⍟~ Hatred and cuddles ~⍟

(tahbks to pokie @peachyponyboyy for hklpyng me with ygis and the anon wgo sugghested it)

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

You were Sodapop’s twin brother. You were just kind of there. You weren’t a greaser, you just didn't like how it made your hair look. I guess you could be considered a hippie? You could never touch a blade or use a bottle, you were all about peace. Steve slightly disliked you because of that, you were just so… calm… it irritated him. You wouldn’t fight with him and never really argued with anyone and it just pissed him off!! He didn’t know what exactly about it pissed him off but it just did.

Right now, he was waiting for someone, just anyone, to get to the Curtis house. It was just the two of you, it was pretty late at night but no one was home. Dally was in the cooler, two-bit was babysitting his sister for once, Darry was still at work, soda was out at who knows where, and he couldn’t care less what Johnny and ponyboy were doing. You were currently in your pajamas, a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy old shirt, a hand me down from Darry. You couldn’t quite get the smell of darry’s cheap ass dollar general cologne out of it, no matter how many washes it went through and no matter how many years you’ve had it.

He sat on one bed of the couch and you sat pretty close next to him. You guys were watching whatever was in the TV, it was kind of boring since you were too poor for cable but it was whatever. You were pretty tired, but you didn’t wanna get up and go to your room. You started to fall asleep on the couch. After a while you felt your body go limp and your eyes shut and succumbing to your tired state.

Steve felt a weight fall onto his side, looking over it was you. Asleep and leaning onto him. He grumbled about you being annoying and stupid but oddly he couldn’t push you off.. with anyone else it wouldn’t be a problem and he would easily shove them off of the couch head first but something was… different… right now. A slight pale pinkish reddish color washed over his cheeks and he wrapped one arm around you. He gently pulled you closer. He was currently just wearing some jeans and socks, he had came home from work and almost immediately gotten kicked out by his dad again so he had just had his DX shirt on when he got there. He took it off almost immediately when he got there and kicked off his shoes. He soon fell asleep shortly after you, his head resting on top of yours (you guys are sharing lice, so coquette >o< <333)

Steve woke up to the flashes of cameras, you still asleep next to him, the rest of the gang giggling as pony took pictures of the two of you sleeping. You started to wake up too. Steve put his arm over his eyes, the bright light that flashed with every picture blinding him. “What the hell is happening” he murmured angrily. The gang scattered and you sat up more. You looked around, drowsy and disoriented. You leaned back against Steve after managing to gain the consciousness to realize where you were and what the fuck is happening.

“Welcome back.” He murmured as he looked at you. He flicked your forehead causing you to flinch, he chuckled at your nose which scrunched up when you were irritated. He started to shove you and tried to get a rise out of you, being the peaceful guy that you were you just politely asked him to stop which pissed him off even more. “God, why are you so fucking annoying!” He basically yelled out at you. You stared at him bewilderedly. “W-wha?-“ you asked in confusion. “You’re just so- so- infuriating!” He put up air quotes as he spoke “ ‘oOh I’m Y/n AnD iM sUpEr SeNsItIvE aNd iM a LiTtLe WuSs WhO wOnT mAn Up AnD fIgHt!!!’ “ he mocked. You had always been more sensitive; kind of like ponyboy. You cried easy and your brother teased you for it a lot. You felt the tingle of tears starting to form in your eyes. He started to go on and on about how annoying you were and how much he hated you. And you just… broke… tears started to sting your face as if they were acid spilt into your face.

Steve just froze, watching as your usually calm face was washed away by your emotions. “I- uhm…” he sputtered out. He didn’t know what to do. He was always bad with crying, hell he couldn’t even get himself to stop crying in the rare occasions he did but this was just too much. He didn’t expect you to cry like that, he didn’t think he had been that harsh on you. He awkwardly wrapped him arms around you. “Uhm… i- ‘m sorry… don’t cry… uhm… please….?” That last word felt weird to say, it just felt unnatural coming off of his tongue. He felt bad for the first time in his life, he had made people cry before but he didn’t really care that much. He usually just said go cry about it and walked away.

He just sat there, with his arms wrapped around you in a hug. Gently patting your back as he tried to get you to stop crying. After a bit you managed to calm down, small hiccups and sniffles being the only sound coming out of you. He let go of you as you wiped your eyes. “Uhm… ‘m sorry…” he murmured out, he just prayed none of your brothers had woken up. You looked up at him through wet lashes. “I’m sorry… i-i-“ he cut you off “what are you sorry for, ‘m the one who yelled at you…” you didn’t know what to say back. You guys just watched TV silently.

After a while you guys started to talk, just normal conversation. You guys basically talked all night. You leaned slightly into him and he wrapped and arm around, you watched tv cuddled up all lovingly like, his hard shell of hate cracked as this was all to try and make you feel better after he made you cry. You guys both had a light hue of pink on your cheeks as you talked, and at the end of your chat before you guys went to sleep you guys shared a gentle kiss. And of course you guys woke up to the gang laughing at you two cuddling and taking embarrassing pictures to tease you guys. And dally calling you two gay ofc 💞💞💞

[spinningwebsandtales]

Vita Nova Epilogue

Orm Marius X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes but pure fluff

Word Count: 850

Part 1: here

(A/N:) Vita Nova was supposed to be just one part but a little domestic fluff seemed to be on the menu as this idea wouldn't leave me alone. So just enjoy this little extra that goes along with the first part! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Time had passed after that fateful day on the beach and now you had an ex-king of Atlantis living with you. That encounter had turned your life upside down, in a way that you would have never dreamed. And now that you got to wake up every day by the man that had once only existed for you in books and daydreams, life was more hectic but filled with special moments. The kiss you both had shared on the beach only opened a world you never before experienced. Orm was a perfect gentleman and helped around the house. He had lots of things to learn and you found the patience to help him through all those moments of confusion.

Like the time you had to explain to him that restaurants didn't serve cockroaches as a side or entree. Or the fact that most people weren't interested in conversing about the mating cycles of fish. But he was perfect in his own way. Now as you both lounged on the couch watching a movie it didn't take long before you were beginning to nod off. Orm focused upon the screen, found himself stroking your back and running his fingers through your hair. You slipped further into the lull of sleep as he worked wonders to relax you. It wasn't until the credits started rolling did Orm notice that you had fallen asleep on his chest. Your head resting against his warm skin while your hands tangled in his hair.

He watched you for a few moments, shallow breaths passing between your parted plush lips, before he began to trace your features with a soft finger. You stirred just a little before settling back down. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Orm contemplated trying to get up without waking you and carrying you to the bedroom. But he didn't want to chance disturbing you, so he eased the remote from the table beside the couch and turned the TV off before wrapping you up tightly in his arms and fell asleep with you moments later.

You didn't wake until the morning, when the sun peeking through the curtains haloed Orm in golden light, causing his light hair to glow and paint his features in beautiful light. You stared, breathless, as he slept. Orm knew that you loved him, but deep down it scared you that he didn't realize just how much of a hold he had on you. But if you asked Orm, he loves you just as much if not more. As a prince and king, everything was handed to him on a silver platter. If he wanted it, others would obtain it for him, he never had a chance to find something he wanted. So that day on the beach had been the first time he really fought for something he truly wanted. He thought he wanted to be king but when he saw the potential in his older brother, after the hate had drained away, any wants of the crown and throne melted away.

Lost in thought you didn't shake yourself from them until Orm grumbled in his sleep. Sheepishly you realized the position you were in, still pressed against him, one leg resting between his legs, while you held tightly to his waist. He didn't seem to mind as he gave you a sleepy grin.

"Sleep well," he asked stretching a little but trying not to buck you off.

"Like the dead," you teased causing him to raise an eyebrow. "It's an expression. How about you?"

"Also like a carcass," Orm replied and you laughed. He seemed confused at first, until he too began to laugh along.

"Not exactly the right expression but good enough." You untangled yourself from him. "How about some breakfast?"

"Only if I can help you cook."

"The last time I let you help me cook, you almost burned our kitchen down," you retorted, hands on your hips.

"I'll be more careful this time," Orm promised while kissing your cheek. He always knew the best way to make you melt and give in.

"Fine but you're only on egg cracking duty and anything else that doesn't involve fire," you relented.

"Deal." Orm watched you walk away, his heart swelling in joy as he finally felt like he had found the place he belonged. Though no part of him was from this world, he could finally see what his brother and mother saw in the people on the surface. All it took was a moment to see one human woman on a single beach out of thousands. He couldn't help but think fate had a hand in this meeting. He breathed deep, glad to have such clarity before he followed you into the kitchen. You were already grabbing everything you both would need to cook. You smiled at him, stealing the air from his lungs. This life was one he would never tire of as he started to crack eggs into a bowl. His world didn't involve Atlantis, though it created him, his world was you. And he couldn't think of anything better than that.

[roses-r-rosie3]

Hiya there! ♡🦊

How are you doing?

I would like to request a gender neutral!reader x Wally West! (I read your pinned post but if things changed and you're now comfortable only with male reader I am absolutely up for it as well)

I am horribly in need of fluff, soft moments, etc. So, if you're willing to write something about reader and Wally moving in together, learning even more about each other woth that, wearing each other clothes to relax at home, etc. If that's something you're up for as well!

All in all thank you for what you already wrote, I am having a blast! And as an enby (who tries very hard to look more masc because nature was mean to me) it's really lovely to read things that are more aligned with me, than usual fem readers where reader is so hyper feminine that it makes me nearly dysphoric haha.

Take care and have a beautiful week ahead! ♡♡🦊🦊

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Wally West x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/n 1: Hey anon! I’m seriously so glad that I could make you feel comfortable! This really means so much to me 😭❤️🫶

A/n 2: This request was also so genuinely fun to write😭

f/f = Favorite Food

Quote: “Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back”

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You and Wally have been talking about moving in with each other since the day you first started dating. You couldn’t help but imagine how fun it would be to live with Wally. He was sweet, caring, loving, funny, and goofy! Why wouldn’t you want to live with him!

But now that your dream was actually becoming a reality, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy. You and Wally had saved enough money for 5 years and finally found your dream home. The two of you had everything planned out, from what to your living room, kitchen, bedroom, backyard, and even your bathroom would look like!

You and Wally packed all your stuff and belongings into some boxes (with some help of both of your parents and friends of course) and packed it into the moving truck. You and Wally said your goodbye to your family and friends before going into your car and driving to the house.

The trip there was a blast. You and Wally played music in the car, practically screaming the lyrics to every song as you drove to your dream house. Both you and Wally had seen the house before, but seeing it together made the both of you speechless.

The both of you walked inside, exploring the house together. Yep, this is definitely where you wanted to spend your whole life with Wally. A few days later, the moving truck finally arrived. After everything was set up and complete, the place finally felt like home.

The first day you and Wally spent in the house, you both decided to cuddle together on the couch, eating some snacks while watching tv. Wally snuggled his head close to your chest, taking in your scent as a warm blanket covered the both of you. The two of you eventually fell asleep on the couch, in the middle of some random romcom.

When the two of you woke up, the popcorn bowl had somehow spilled all over the blanket and Wally’s hair. Wally was a bit whiny when he found the pieces of popcorn in his hair, but when you decide to eat the piece of popcorn from his hair, the two of you started laughing your asses off.

That day, while Wally was watching the tv, you decided to surprise him with a dinner date. The two of you ate the (f/f) that you had made, while laughing and talking about random stuff. This time, the two of you didn’t sleep on the couch, and actually slept in your shared bedroom for the first time.

The moment you and Wally changed into your pjs and went into bed together, and fell fast asleep. When the you woke up, you found Wally snuggling against your chest with his arms wrapped around your body. You were originally planning to make Wally breakfast in bed but with him lying on you like this, you didn’t know if you could even try!

You slowly tried to move but each time, Wally would pull you closer, his grip seeming to get tighter with each attempt. But when you finally got out of his grasps, he let out a whine.

“Y/n come back to bed and snuggle with me” Wally complained.

“Oh come on you big baby, I’m making you breakfast in bed” you laughed.

That seemed to shut Wally up, because he fell dead asleep, while hugging the pillow you were laying on. When you finally got done making breakfast, you set it on a tray (idk what to call it) and walked into your shared bedroom. When you opened the door you saw Wally sitting upright on the bed, seemingly to have waited for you to be done.

“Finally you came” Wally giggled.

“Did I not make the kings breakfast fast enough?” You teased.

“No you did not” Wally said jokingly as you set down the tray of food in front of him.

“Oh, then I guess I should leave while the king eats his food then…”

“No wait! Stay in here with me! I wanna talk to you while I eat” Wally whined.

“Fine, but just let me go get my plate” you smiled.

After you got your plate of breakfast, you quickly joined Wally in your bed. Wally immediately started to talk about some new movies that were about to come out as he shoved some food into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to laugh a hit at Wally’s energy. His bright smile, his gleaming eyes, his dimples… sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky.

When the two of you finished your breakfast, Wally even helped you clean up. You and Wally sat down on the couch, finishing up the tv show you were watching. Wally snuggled next to you once again while the two of you were watching. You ended up learning that Wally had a habit sniffing your clothes, to calm him down even more than he already was.

By the time the two of you finished your tv show, it was already lunch time! So you quickly decided to make some grilled cheese (if you don’t like grilled cheese just replace that with whatever you like). After the two of you were done eating, you decided to take a long nap, that lasted until dinner time.

For dinner, you and Wally decided to order some takeout. The two of you decided to take a quick little shower together while you waited for the food to arrive. After the two of you were done showering, you thought it would be funny if you and Wally could switch clothes.

When you mentioned it to Wally, he was immediately esthetic and said yes instantly. As soon as you put Wally’s shirt on, it felt like heaven. Not too long later, the takeout arrived and the two of you sat on the couch and immediately dug in while watching yet another movie.

“Wally” you said.

“Hm?”

“I love you so much, dating you was one of the best decisions of my life” you smiled.

“Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back” Wally smiled back cheekily before pulling you in for a kiss.

(AND YES THAT WAS A ROSÈ REFERENCE)

Live footage of the reader after Wally said that:

YEP THIS WAS THE MAN YOU WERE DEFINITELY MEANT TO BE WITH.

[dantalionarchive]

Homegirl

yuji itadori x fem!reader wc: 1693 tags: weed sex/yuji calls you baby not beta read!

yuji is the type of guy who grows feelings for his girl best friend. i wanna kiss him so bad...

your toes curled in your fluffy socks as you sat beside yuji on his living room couch. well, his older brothers living room couch. you had been so busy with college you didnt have time for your best friend; until now. it was finally spring break, and you were finally back in your hometown. of course you were staying with your parents for the week since they wanted to see you, but they werent the only people you came back for.

when you told yuji you were back, he blew up your phone with excited texts and begged to facetime you. of course you agreed. you talked with him all night and woke up laughing together when you realized you fell asleep on the phone with one another. 

no one was closer to you than your homeboy yuji itadori. 

when you were free that evening, he invited you over to smoke. of course you said yes. you told your parents you were going to see yuji and jumped on your old bike, riding down to his place with a bag of weed in your back pocket, and a lighter in the front of your denim shorts. yuji lived in the big house two blocks ahead of yours. it was impossible to miss and the two of you always loved doing everything together. its funny how things worked out that way. 

you jumped off your bike, throwing it in his front yard as you ran up to his front door. he beat you to it. with a big shimmering smile, he wrapped you up in a tight hug and pulled you into his house. the sun was starting to set, and the smoke session was about to begin.

choso was nice enough to let you and yuji smoke in the house instead of sending you to the porch. as long as you didnt burn anything down. “its been so long since we smoked together, im sorry i only have cruddy weed.” you apologized while eyeing your crumbs of cheap weed nobara had slid you. 

an exchange for you being so kind as to drop her off at a sneaky link. the room was lit via the tv and a small table lamp on the side of you, making your contribution even more pathetic. “you know i would never ask you to bring weed. and this is all my brothers anyway.” he snickered as he emptied the shredded tobacco from the cigar wrap into a little, black grocery bag. “sukunas? he wont be mad?” you asked with worry as yuji rolled his eyes. “he stole my favorite red nike dunks. so im stealing some of his weed.” he frowned as he got into the much larger bag of weed to break up a few nugs. 

“be the bigger person.” you joked and gently nudged his thigh with your foot before your eyes returned to the tv. the two of you had put on an anime to watch, but neither of you were actually paying attention to it. just some background noise for the smoke sesh. with the blunt now rolled (and pearled) yuji scrambled for a lighter among the snacks and bottles of water. “here,” you pulled one out of the front pocket of your jean shorts. “dont lose it.” you smiled at him as he took your lighter. your fingers brushed his but you thought nothing of it.

you were yujis homegirl. and of course he was your homeboy. people always assumed you were dating, but that wasnt the case. you did have some unsavory thoughts about yuji from time to time, but he was your friend before he was an object of your desire. the blunt was passed to you and the ceramic ashtray was moved to the center for the both of you to share. 

the weed was superb. sukuna really was the greatest plug. making yuji the greatest plug via association. your eyes were starting to feel heavy as you leaned against yuji with the brown blunt becoming shorter and shorter. “should we roll another? use the weed i brought.” you offered him the blunt and he hummed in deep thought. you could see the shine of his thin gold chain dangling around his neck from the tvs glow. it pulled you in closer until yuji was holding the blunt, looking down at your hand resting on his thigh. 

“you okay?” yuji asked lazily as his body sank back against the velvet couch. you nodded, your hand still as you gave his muscled leg a small squeeze. his breath hitched softly as you moved in even closer. “whatre you doin?” he mumbled as the blunt hung from his lips. his eyes on you. “nothin.” you whispered as you eyed his crotch through his black basketball shorts. you were sitting on your knees now, your heart pounding in your chest until yuji grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you away. his cheeks were red and he was frowning.

“you dont have to do that.” yuji didnt sound angry with you. just anxious. “i want to though…” you trailed off with a weak frown, watching yuji put the blunt in the ashtray. “lets do somethin for you too.” the offer was quiet, the tv casting you both in a colorful glow as your pink haired best friend inched closer on the couch.

your lips met. soft and welcoming. you knew in that moment that this was something you both wanted. your tongues met with each messy kiss, drool coating your chin as yuji made his way on top of you. your back was digging into the arm of the couch now. your heart racing as your arms wrapped around him with a whine leaving your lips as he pulled away and moved lower.  

“wheres choso?” you panted as yuji sucked and kissed along your jugular, lightly and cautiously. “sleep upstairs.” you pulled at the back of his shirt, stifling another whine. “sukuna?” you worried about him the most. “his babymama house.”yuji mumbled against your skin as his warm hands slipped under your shirt, pulling at the front clasp of your bra as he sucked and licked at your throat.

you wanted him to leave marks. more soft sounds passed your lips as yuji pulled away and bunched your shirt over your chest. your nipples hardened once they were exposed to the cool air of the room. he looked down at you, contemplating his next move as you pulled your hands away and tugged at his shirt. he took your silent request and pulled the article of clothing over his head and haphazardly dropped it to the floor. his chest was exposed, and he dove in for another round of kisses as his large palms massaged your breasts. you were like dough in his hands. moldable and pliable for him to enjoy. it was like one of many fantasies you silently wished would come true.

his hands moved to your jean shorts, pulling at the button and zipper as he kept your moaning lips distracted with his. the denim was being yanked down your hips with your panties bunched in the fabric. they dangled off of your ankle as his hands moved between your thighs. his thumb rubbed at your clit. his fingers pumped in and out of you carefully crooking upwards. swallowing your yelps and cries as you trembled beneath him with nothing short of delight. when the sound of shuffling clothing returned you felt the pooling heat in your stomach leave a dull burn as his fingers pulled away. 

you needed yuji inside of you. his cock rested against the meaty petals of your pussy, the tip of his cock meekly greeted your clit with a few light, affectionate rubs. “can i?” he whispered, his voice airy. needy. just as needy as you. you gave him a lazy nod for a response, your body tensing when his strong arms lifted your hips into his lap, leaving you bent as he sank his thick, throbbing cock into your soaked cunt. 

his hips rocked with yours, his gold chain swinging before your eyes. the anime was drowned out by wet smacks of skin and soft moans. each drag of his cock left you light headed. you clenched tighter around him, mumbling soft sobs and ‘oh fucks’ with each piston. the mushroomy tip of his cock nudged perfectly against that spongy wall inside you. “your body was made for my cock. feel it baby?” he cooed, leaning in to meet your lips with his own. his rhythm steady and quick as he fucked you against the leather couch, letting you drag your nails against the bare skin of his back. it felt so good. better than you could have imagined. maybe it was the weed. maybe it was the feelings you held onto. maybe it was in yujis dna to have excellent dick. whatever the answer was, it was leading you to an orgasm; fast. 

your toes curled in your fuzzy socks, your breathing quickened as yujis thrusts became sloppy and rough. a thin trail of spit connected the two of you as he pulled away, pushing your thighs apart to get even deeper inside of you. “s-so deep yuji- mm’cummin…” you whimpered pathetically as your pussy fluttered around him. sucking him deeper and deeper as he nudged against your cervix. the sudden feeling left the coil in your stomach winding impossibly tight as yuji nodded. “you can come. cum with me? cum with me please? please baby?” he huffed and panted as his cock throbbed inside of you.

you nodded, your body quaking as your orgasm hit you like a punch. your body writhed as yuji hunched over you with a deep growl.

his cock pulsed, the feeling of a gooey warmth left your thighs trembling. the throbbing sensation intensified as your body grew sensitive from overstimulation. you could feel the pearl colored cum starting to leak out of you along with your own juices. but thats not what you were worried about.

it was the post nut clarity telling you that you just fucked your homeboy on his older brothers couch. 

[nyxotiine]

Habits ~ VV

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A/N: First fic published, so I'm sorry for bad grammar and bad descriptions. Also, a fluff of dancing with Ville. Should listen to 'The first time ever I saw your face' by Elvis. ♡

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You watched the clock tick with every minute and every second, waiting for your fiancé to come home. You missed him desperately as he was overseas, touring with his band for months. You slouched on the couch, trying to keep your eyes open for when Ville walks through that door.

15 minutes turned into 30, then 30 minutes becoming now an hour. Your eyes were half lidded as each minute passed, fighting your sleep. Slowly, you drifted to sleep with the TV still playing and the lights on in the house.

You woke up at about 4 am to the lock on the door turning and jittering. You immediately straighten up and look at the door, hoping Ville was the one walking through that door.

“Sweetheart?”, he whispers with an unlit cigarette between his lips before he opens the door to peak into your shared apartment. He smiles when his eyes stares at yours. You get up and run towards Ville, making Ville stumble into the door. You rush to hug him to smell his scent and feel his warm body. He tiptoes towards the kitchen, still holding onto your hug, to place down a bottle of wine.

“I missed you too, darling.”, he wraps his arms around your body and sighs in relief to see the love of his life and to be home. He pets the side of your hair and kisses the top of your head. “You look so tired and so gorgeous. Did you sleep at all?”, he asks as he leans back to see your purple eye bags form under your eyes despite the biggest smile being plastered on your face. He takes his cigarette out his mouth for a moment to truly smile at you.

“I fell asleep waiting for you. I’m fine, I promise.”, you caress his cheek before placing a kiss on it. You lean back slightly before Ville pulls you into a kiss showing how much he truly missed you. His lips craved your soft kisses and pecks, his heart ached for your love and kisses while on the road.

“I would’ve just slipped into bed with you and surprise you in the morning if I would’ve known you’d stay up this late.”, he smiles before kissing you again, longing for the taste of your lips. He smiles in between kissing before you’re both giggling.

“If you did that, I’d have a heart attack for sure.”, you laugh as you still hugs him, your head resting on his chest. He puts his cigarette back in his mouth before lighting it from the lighter in his pocket. He takes a drag before blowing it away from your general direction.

“You’re starting to look and become like me, it’s a bad habit.”, he raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you rubbing your cheek on his coat. “Do you want to go to bed or have a glass of this fancy and elegant wine I bought for you.”, he smirks. He pats your back before breaking the hug and embrace.

“Oh, my sleeping habits are bad but here you are asking me to drink at 4 am.”, you smirk at him before you gets two glasses for them out the cabinet. Ville goes ahead and opens the wine, spilling a little wine on his finger. He takes out his cigarette, putting it in a nearby ashtray to burn on its own and proceeds to lick it off. You swore you froze looking at him in his oblivious seductive actions.

“It’s a drinking problem, not a habit. Just like your staring is a problem, not a habit.”, he laughs as he pours the wine into your glass first and then his. Your eyes revert to the glasses he’s pouring. “Yet you got glasses for us. You’re not helping my problem.”, he chuckles as he closes the bottle of wine .

“You don’t help my sleeping habits, Mister.”, you sighed as you held up your wine glass , his glass following. You clink glasses with him and take a sip with him. The wine was slightly bubbly and went down smooth with a hint of a strawberry taste.

You start to babysit the glass of wine as Ville continues to have more glasses. With every glass, he becomes more romantic and tender loving. He’d sneak in “I love you” in every conversation and stare at you with loving eyes every once in a while. He’d take short drags from his cigarette just to keep talking to you as much as he could. He was just really glad he was home with you again.

Next thing you know the bottle is half empty, Ville mostly drinking it as if it were water. You put the bottle away before he drinks the rest of “your” gift. You take his glass away from him, giving him a scolding yet playful look.

He sat on the couch, tapping his cigarette ash into an ashtray on an end table. The smell of cigarettes fill the apartment as you clean the wine glasses, you look up at Ville, seeing him look out the window for a moment.

“You know, you can come relax with me. I can take care of that in the morning.”, his voice was commanding sounding as he turned to look at you. He looked you up and down, before looking at your eyes with the slightest curve of his lip.

“Just like you take care of cleaning up after your collections.”, you cock an eyebrow towards him. He frowns and shrugs. You turn around to continue  after proving your point, a proud sigh leaving your lips.

Ville saw you in the kitchen putting dishes away again and decides to put on a CD on the CD player. He fumbles with the buttons until the right song came on. You turn to him in an instant as the drums play and you raise an eyebrow, “Ville…?”. Ville sways slowly in the living room with a cheesy grin on his face. You slowly think he might've drunk too much.

You hear Elvis playing, as if that would surprise you. He has a collection of Elvis  novelties and CDs. He’d play them so much you would know which album was on by one song. He smiles at you as he comes close to you. “Dance with me.”, he asks with a whisper. His hands gesturing for you to come over and dance.

“Ville, don’t you think it’s too late for a dance?”, you look at a nearby clock then turn to him. He shakes his head and stands behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his head on your shoulder just before he whispers. His big hands resting on your hips, caressing them and your sides.

“Its never too late. I always want to dance with you.”, he places a quick kiss on her neck before swaying to the song again. You blush at his romantic gestures and sway slightly with him. You weren't a big fan of Elvis unlike Ville, making you awkwardly dance, trying to get a feel for the song.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you have more rhythm than that. You’re a better dancer than I.”, he chuckled softly before kissing the side of your forehead.

You laugh softly, thinking of how stiff you might look right now. “I’m trying, Ville.”, you mutter from your lips as you quickly up the pace and sync with Ville’s movements. The hip motions from both of you made you melt.

There’s a few seconds of him humming next to your ear, the vibration of his hums send shivers down your spine. Her heartbeat felt slow against your body and his signature cigarette smell engulf your senses.

“The first time ever I saw your face.”, he whispers in your ear as you both sway to the song, his grip tightens around your waist. Your cheeks heated up with every swing of your hips against his. His singing voice is slow and low as if he was trying to be Elvis himself.

“I don’t take you as a dancer.”, she smirks before he twirls her around to face him. He places one of his long fingers on your lips to shush you as you both dance. His longing gaze for you lingers as he quietly spoke, “I’m a jack of all trades. Just dance with me.”

“I thought the sun rose in your eyes”, he sang into you ear as his finger and hand fell back to your waist. The lyrics made you blush, especially with how Ville sings it. His crooked lips slant to sing the lyrics before turning into a bashful smile.

He takes one hand off your waist and holds your hand as you both now begin to waltz together. The dancing is now brought to the living room as the music and his singing fills your ears.

He continues to sing to you in a romantic yet silly manner. He definitely was an entertainer by the way he kept you up with this. His hand on your waist slides down you body almost resting on your ass. You give a sarcastic scolding expression before he moves his hand to your hip.

“The first time ever I kissed your mouth.”, he sang before giving a cocky grin. You cringe at his smile but more so on the lyrics. Why didn’t Elvis use the words lips instead. It felt like Ville could read your mind, following up your reaction with, “Don’t judge the legend.”

The song continued to play as you both laughed and giggled. “I felt the Earth move in my hand.”, he followed up. He looked deeply into your eyes before he went in for a kiss. It was passionate and slow. Painfully slow. He wanted to savor the taste of wine and smoothness of your lips.

“God, you’re so beautiful, I could just marry you on the spot. I won’t ever leave again, I promise.”, he said in a whiny tone as the alcohol messed with him. You smiled at him and shook your head. He really must be tipsy, he barely speaks to you so openly about his feelings like this.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in tight, his arms wrapping around your waist. You dance with him as he continues to sing in your ear. The night was full of singing, dancing, and kissing the living room. It felt like when you both first started dating each other. You took in this moment because he won’t believe it in the morning.

[sunflovverharry]

Allegiance pt.II

After taking a little while off from writing and tumblr in general, I’m finally back! Decided to post a little part two to Allegiance, so please read again to refresh your memory if you need to :) Hope you enjoy x

word count: 4.1k

warnings: language, smut (unprotected sex), fluff, super cute cuddly Harry with babies

summary: Harry and y/n spend the weekend at his parents’ lake house to unwind and relax

Two months later

Since beginning our real relationship we’ve been almost inseparable. I can almost guarantee his family can tell something is up - probably hoping for an announcement of sorts. We weren’t announcing anything, only happy to finally be with each other. There were no secrets between us - or his family, except that we were fake dating up until two months ago.

The night we confessed our feelings we spent our first night together, talking about everything and nothing. We didn’t plan on letting anyone know what had been going on the past two years, only continuing to be together. Sex wasn’t even on our minds that night, cuddling and kissing until we fell asleep thinking ‘is this real?’

It was indeed very real and ever since we have really basked in the honeymoon phase we had entered.

We had been staying the night with each other more often than not, spending our evenings eating dinner we made together, watching a tv series we just started and cuddling before heading to bed where there would be more cuddles. There had been some indulging in sexual activities, but even after two months we still hadn’t had sex. It wasn’t that we were waiting for a special moment or didn’t want to jump into it, thinking it would be weird as we had known each other so long without having much intimate physical contact, it just hadn’t happened yet. I’m sure Harry’s just as frustrated as I am but neither of us have mentioned it, him happy with a blowjob and me with his face in between my legs.

This weekend we were going to his parents’ lake house along with his other siblings and their respective families. I hoped it would be the relaxing weekend we both badly needed, work having taken a lot of our time the last few weeks. Swimming in the lake, game nights, home cooked meals by his dad - I couldn’t wait.

Harry and I were the first to arrive after Marie and Jack - taking our bags to the room we’d share before sinking into the large plush white couch in the family room. I had no plans of even laying down, nor laying down next to Harry - my face squished into his neck and arm around his torso - but I couldn’t resist when he pulled me down with him. His parents were walking around the house making sure everything was up to par and turning on the jacuzzi so it’d be ready for use tonight.

Minutes after laying down, Harry’s fingers running through my hair, I fell asleep in the silence surrounding us only hearing the quiet voices of Harry’s parents in the background. Apparently Harry must have fallen asleep not long after me as we were both sleeping on the couch when the rest of his siblings arrived. He was still out when I woke up to his youngest niece being put down in the middle of us - mostly laying on Harry’s chest.

“Oh, you’re here!” I exclaimed and pulled my arm out from under the baby to put my hand on her, making sure she wouldn’t fall off of her uncle. Even with the loud shoes smacking against the floor as his older niece ran around and the baby weight on his torso - his nose nuzzling into the top of my head - he was still fast asleep. Looking up from the couch we were now three people cuddling on, his sisters and their families were getting their things settled and I could smell dinner cooking in the kitchen.

«Babe.. Your siblings are here.» I’ve found trying to coax Harry awake to be hard these last couple months when we’ve been sleeping at each others places. He wants to catch as much sleep as possible and will most likely fall asleep anywhere as long as he feels comfortable with the place and people around him.

His niece giggled when he grimaced at her before placing a hand on her back and pulled her in for a hug. Harry squeezed us together taking turns in kissing our foreheads. It was a cute moment and I found myself hoping someone had grabbed their phone to photograph us.

The evening came crawling upon us quicker than imagined, but I guess that’s what happens when you have kids to entertain you for hours on end. Harry is completely smitten by his nieces and they are just as infatuated by him. I could sit watching him play with them all day long with no complaints, truly loving the sight of the three running around the backyard, or rolling in the grass, giggles being heard every few minutes from the girls - and Harry.

“Who’s ready for dinner?” Jack’s voice boomed out from the terrace door, beckoning everyone to come inside for a deliciously well-prepared meal. It’s always a pleasure getting a home-cooked meal by Harry’s dad, making the most delicious food I’ve ever tasted. Once, a couple weeks ago, I tried to make a recipe he sent me and let’s just say the smoke alarm went off fifteen minutes into the forty minutes I was supposed to spend preparing the meal for Harry and me.

The dinner table was filled with veggies, well-seasoned chicken, salads of different kinds and a few bottles of wine to complete the meal. Us adults were sitting around the table laughing and letting everyone know what's been going on since we last saw each other as we enjoyed the food full of flavor I had no idea how to describe. The girls sat with us, eating hot-dogs and veggies as they, too, laughed along the rest of us. It was the perfect way to start the weekend - a relaxing and entertaining dinner before helping with the clean up and going our separate ways.

The house was a two-story house right by the lake, meaning it was quite spacious and every couple almost had an entire section for themselves. We were staying on the upper floor on one end, while his younger sister and her husband were on the other end. The rest were downstairs, deciding to give the youngest space for themselves, especially with the kids still waking up early and sometimes during the night.

“You want to watch a movie?” There was a TV mounted on the wall in front of the bed screaming for us to watch something as we finished our glasses of wine before going to bed. During the last months, we’ve found ourselves in this position often - cuddling, kissing, talking about nonsense whilst the movie plays in the background. Though we always plan on fully watching the movie every time we put one on, it doesn’t happen. I don’t think we’ve ever gotten further than fifteen minutes into a movie before it’s forgotten and we’re back in our own little bubble.

The same thing happened this time around - just as suspected.

About half an hour had gone by since Harry pressed play on the movie we had decided on - a cheesy romantic comedy per Harry’s request - and our heads had turned towards each other and our lips practically touched the others when we spoke in hushed voices. Though we didn’t think anyone would hear us, we like to keep it quiet and intimate, whispering to each other knowing we’ll be the only ones to hear the other person's thoughts and feelings.

It felt as if time stopped when we were having our nightly talks. Harry was comforting and I liked hearing about his day or discussing a news article one of us had read that day. It was freeing and now that I’ve had it for two months, I don’t know if I’ll want another night passing by without our talks. Though we don’t spend every night together, with work and other things getting in the way, we always make sure to have enough time for a good night call if we’re not together.

His mouth had been slotted with mine on and off for a while, just like how it usually was, but after a bit we both grew needy, wanting more than just making out. It was clear Harry was feeling good, with his already hard length rubbing against my thigh to get some sort of friction.

“Are you against me going down on you while we’re here?” Harry whispered in my ear as he continued his trail of leaving kisses from my cheek to my ear and down my neck; ending in a love bite closer to my collar bone. I don’t think it was possible for me to turn down Harry, especially not knowing how much we both want each other. Then again, I was growing tired of only doing oral and if there was a time to finally go all the way, this was it. It didn’t bother me that we were sharing the house with his family, knowing they wouldn’t really care unless we made a lot of noise.

Shaking my head I answered him, “Don’t want you to.. Want to feel you inside me, finally.” It had him stopping his kisses to look up at me checking to see if I actually said what he thought he heard. Nodding slightly, his wide smile took over his lips before nodding back. There was no need for more words, and with us both turned on, there wasn’t much foreplay needed. I absolutely didn’t mind, knowing this was going to be special and there were going to be so many more times where we could do foreplay.

Harry threw the t-shirt I had stolen from him to the side after pulling it off of me and gave a quick lick to my nipples before continuing to pull off our underwear. Having already been naked with him quite a few times now, either when pleasing each other or having a shower together, I felt comfortable laying in my natural form in front of him. He wasn’t shying away from taking the sight in, and honestly, neither was I. It never ceases to impress me how incredible he looks and though he doesn’t go to the gym too often, he manages to maintain his physique unlike me who has to work out to keep my body in shape.

“I can’t believe I’m the lucky man who gets to see you like this. Seriously, y/n, you’re a dream.” I giggled at him before reaching for him to lay down on top of me. The weight of his body on mine was nice and I often encouraged him to lay down on me when we were cuddling cause it made me feel safe in his arms.

“I’m the lucky one, babe.” We had been quite sentimental and loving towards one another since sharing our feelings, perhaps annoying some people, but after spending two years hating how he didn’t speak to me or open up it was nice to hear. He came down kissing my lips twice before leaning back just slightly to look me in the eyes as he swiped his fingers from my entrance to my clit, making sure I was wet enough and ready for him.

We kept eye contact as he moved the tiniest bit to rest his tip at my entrance, stopping for a short moment to find my lips again before pushing in. The anticipation definitely got to me making me more nervous than I was at first, but his kisses and gentle touch to my thigh was enough to help calm me back down.

When he finally bottomed out after pushing in slowly to take in the moment, we both let out a sigh of relief knowing this was it. There was no going back and we were excited to connect in this way, too. It really was the final piece to our relationship moving forward.

“I’m so happy with you.” Harry was clearly feeling emotional, uttering every single deep emotion and feeling in a hushed voice, while keeping still inside me. Though it was very sweet of him, I couldn’t wait any longer for him to move. Not wanting to break his thoughts and deep emotions, I only moved my hips slightly not really having much room to do so. Harry must’ve understood what I wanted from it, lifting his hips up only to thrust back into me a second later. His speed was slow, wanting to take everything in and appreciate the moment they were sharing so intimately.

After getting to know Harry the past couple of months, he’s shown me how much of an incredible guy he really is. He isn’t closed off anymore, opening up about every aspect of his life and answering any question I might have. It is clear he’s skeptical of new people and only has a small tight-knitted group of friends who he trusts, which is something I’ve come to admire about him. He’s sweet, kind, loving, genuine and has a big love for his family (especially the children, which he’s already told me he wants at least two himself).

Harry was sure to make me reach my orgasm before he did, playing with my clit as he kissed all over my face, making short but quick thrusts. It felt incredible, mostly because it was Harry, but also because I’ve been looking forward to this exact moment for a while and it’s finally happened. He couldn’t wipe his smile off of his face after pulling out of me, much like I couldn’t hold back mine either. Making a quick trip to the bathroom, we cleaned up before going back to bed. With the duvet covering us, we cuddled into the night, falling asleep as happy as we could be.

**

The next day

I had expected to wake up to an empty bed, knowing how Harry gets restless in the mornings, needing to get up right away to have his morning coffee while scrolling through a news page online. It was how I had found him most mornings the past two months, but today he was still pressed up tightly against my back, his arm wrapped around me and his shallow breaths left goosebumps on my neck. A lovely surprise, indeed.

When he felt my intake of air he pulled me closer to him, immediately feeling the bump in his boxers pushing into my butt cheek. I was only wearing a skimpy thong barely covering anything at all and I knew Harry had a problem with morning wood (well, I wouldn’t see it as a problem, but a nice way to wake up knowing I would most likely have the time to please him exactly how I know he likes it). With the continuation of our intimate relationship last night, this morning would be even better.

Harry managed to stay quiet while burying himself into the depths of my wet pussy, aching for a release. If last night and this morning was only the beginning of our intimate times together, I sure couldn’t wait for the rest.

When we finally had calmed down and gotten ourselves cleaned up for a day with his family, we headed down where breakfast was already in full swing though the clock had barely reached nine. Harry and his whole family liked to get up early and get going, never wasting a single minute, very unlike myself and how I could sleep in until noon if I wanted to. Maybe Harry could teach me how to embrace the morning instead of loathing getting out of bed before necessary. Not that I’d want to waste the day away in bed when I was with Harry’s family.

“Morning you two!” I realized then and there that this family could never not be chirpy in the morning, or ever really. Marie and Jack had been lovely to me since the first time I met them two years ago, asking Harry to bring me to every function or family dinner. I understand now how he had such difficulty saying no to them as I honestly couldn’t find it in me to ever want to disappoint his parents.

“Morning, how are you?” His sisters and their husbands were sitting at the table with Harry’s nieces, Mollie and Evie, scarfing down their first meal of the day. I was sure Marie had an itinerary full of things for us to do this weekend and excited to tell us all when we sat down to eat with them. It was the first time I had been around for breakfast with his family, never having slept over in his family home or been on a get-away trip with them before.

A part of me was nervous about if they’d see any changes in how Harry and I acted with each other, now being much more touchy-feely and continuously whispering sweet nothings to each other. It was a full three-sixty from before - when we were alone at least.

Mollie was making grabby hands towards Harry, wanting to sit in his lap for a cuddle like she often did. The five-month old had been attached to her uncle since the day they met when she was only hours old in the hospital. I knew it meant the world to Harry, not having any children himself yet, but feeling so needed by someone he didn’t even help create. It was nice seeing them together and I won’t lie, it definitely made my heart beat faster and my ovaries clench at the thought of maybe having his kids some day. We were clearly not ready yet, nor had we even had a chat about when we would want children, but I hoped it was in the cards for us someday down the road.

“Hi baby girl, you missed uncle Harry?” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before turning her around to press another kiss to her chubby cheek.

“You want granola and yogurt? I’ll grab it for you so you can play with Mollie. We can share some fruit and berries?” I asked in a hushed voice so only Harry could hear what I was asking. The rest of the family were in a deep discussion about who forgot to bring the almond milk so I didn’t want to break it up. Harry turned his head towards me and puckered his lips slightly telling me he wanted a kiss. A quick peck on the lips was all I would do in front of his family, not wanting to make them uncomfortable.

Mollie laughed at the kiss and brought her hands to each of our cheeks to bring our lips together again. One more peck and she continued laughing. It wasn’t a chuckle but a full on belly rumbling laugh. We kept on kissing every few seconds, unaware at how everyone had ended their discussion in favor of watching us. It kept going for a minute or two before I decided it was enough kissing after noticing how quiet everyone was except for Mollie’s laughter lighting up the room.

Harry and Mollie kept playing in his chair while I made his granola for him and put some cut up fruit on a plate to bring back to Harry. I made myself a piece of cheese toast after placing Harry’s breakfast on the table, joining him and the rest of the family after only a minute or two. The rest of the morning went by fairly slowly, enjoying the peace of the lake which couldn’t compare to the city life. I would love to come back here sometime, maybe Harry and I could lend it for a week just the two of us. That would be a dream.

**

The weekend is almost over and when I say thank God, I really mean it. Yes, at first it was incredible, everyone together and Harry and I having sex for the first time - it was all I could have dreamt about the weekend starting out like. It went downhill rapidly though. After breakfast on Saturday we went to a nearby beach where the questions started coming, not only directed at me, but at Harry too, and I knew he was getting as aggravated as I was. Trying to hide my aggression and annoyance towards his family was hard and after an hour, I told Harry I was going back to the house.

I had had enough of the questions and insinuations - ‘next time we’ll be celebrating it’ll be for you, maybe soon, hm?’ ‘oh, my bad, I thought it was a diamond of the engagement kind’ ‘aren’t you ready to have your own child to dote on?’ - it was tiring and I felt pushed into a corner. Though I was certain they weren’t doing it on purpose, they were asking questions they had no right asking in my eyes. We were moving at our own pace and we would tell them if anything life changing was happening.

Harry followed me to his car, giving me his keys and telling me he would stay and talk some sense into them. “No, I don’t want them to feel bad, it’s probably just me overreacting. Tell them I have a migraine or something that won’t make them think I’m pregnant.”

With a loving kiss he sent me on my way back to the lake house, alone until dinner time when they came back. Throughout game night it continued and both Harry and I were exhausted at dodging comments and telling them we weren’t going to have babies or get engaged soon. When the little girls went to bed at eight, Harry and I retreated as well.

After trying to hold my tears the whole afternoon I finally let them fall when we were alone in the shower, knowing there was no chance anyone could hear but Harry who was holding me in his arms. He had no idea how much I needed that tight hug from him and how much it actually calmed me down. In a matter of two short months he had become so important to me and I felt safer in his embrace than I did in anyone else's.

**

Six months later - March

I had moved in with Harry last month, just in time for Valentine’s Day, and Harry did nothing but spoil me the entire day. A long morning in bed full of kisses and endless rounds of love making followed by breakfast (more like lunch) in bed with a bunch of pink roses - knowing they’re my favorite. The evening was spent in a lowly lit corner of a restaurant where Harry had made sure to tell them he wanted a bottle of cooled Chablis (also a favorite of mine) ready when we arrived and another bunch of pink roses at the table. I definitely treated him to a blowjob of the best kind (at least that’s what he’s told me) that night, ending with him coming down my throat with the loudest moans I’ve heard him let out. It was a day for the books for sure.

His parents had a huge celebration party for us the weekend I moved in, glad to finally have us move forward in our relationship (though they were sure to explain how it was only a minor step in the right direction and they were still waiting for a diamond on my ring finger and a baby in my belly). Nevertheless, it was a lovely night spent with both of our families who had met at the Christmas party Marie had decided to host at the last minute.

We were ecstatic about finally living together and celebrated by drinking a few too many pints of beer and one shot too many of tequila (our favorite alcohol to get drunk off of). The night ended with falling asleep mid kiss on a sofa in one of the many living rooms of Marie and Jack’s (in my eyes) castle.

We were getting along perfectly with only a couple of arguments about small things, always working through it before going to bed. The only argument happening over again is caused by his parents. They only mean well, but I’ve had enough of their endless questions of when we’re having babies and getting married. Harry and I sat down one night to discuss it and figure out what we both want and when we want it, and we agreed on waiting for at least a couple of years to try for a baby. It would be too soon to try now, having moved in together only last month. An engagement is up to him, but we’re both wanting for it to happen sometime in the future. I want it to be a surprise though, and it doesn’t matter to me if it happens before or after babies. As for how many children we want, we both want a big family, so three would be a good number to start at, then we’ll think about more after that.