#✉️ — asks

[ogatas-beloved]

I'd assign you a hognose snake for the fursona poll btw 🫶

Guys this is legiterally me

[mrsselfdestrvct]

Do you know if Raphael knits or crochets?(did I write that correctly-) I think he sews right?

i’m 99% sure he only does sewing and embroidery, but it’s not hard to imagine he would know how to knit and crochet as well 🙏🙏 Ik he can make a mean scarf

[nowhere302]

26 & 28 for the number thing 😈

26. What I love about myself:

hmmm... I think I'm pretty fun to be around/a good host/etcetera :) physically I get a lot of compliments on my smile so probably that

28. Favorite book:

PROBABLY "my dark vanessa" but I loved "sharp objects" too... I definitely don't read as much as I should though </3

[prompt]

[acatatonicpeace]

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Thank you 🥹♥️

[vemathie]

Hey hey ~ just a lil thought provoker you:

What do you think Clark would be like with a girlfriend who reacts viscerally when the orgasms? I’m talking quivering, nearly pushing him out with the force of it, kinda thing.

Not for any personal reasons at all… - 🍂

hiiii. im back?? kinda. thank you for this ask. it activated my brain again.

cw: smut (mdni), softdom!clark, fem!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, overstimulation, creampie, clark is pussy obsessed (like always)

clark would absolutely love that, he'd be losing his mind so much. we KNOW clark is the type of guy to put your pleasure and needs first. his dick would be leaking pre-cum, achingly throbbing, and he still takes his time eating you out, working his tongue all over your wet cunt.

he loves the way you moan and squirm under him. could spend hours just watching you babble his name, moaning it over and over again like there’s no word left in your head—just CLARK flashing neon behind your eyes.

eyes up, watching you. how your face scrunches and your white-knuckled grip on the sheets. he loves that you're so dramatic and expressive about it.

NOT even mentioning that he's always hyper-aware of you in every sense, he’s so attuned to your body it���s scary. when you’re in bed together, his senses get so refined.. it's crazy. his brain’s memorized you: every breath hitch, every flutter of muscle, every tiny shift under his mouth or cock or fingers. you’re basically encoded in his biology at this point.

i think he'd also get cheeky about it sometimes.. cocky in his sweet, lowkey way. like, he knows how you cum so violently shake-the-bed, muscle-spasming, launch-his-dick-out hard he’ll be grinning, rubbing your thighs, voice muffled against your pussy like, “gonna give it to me again, baby?” “don’t run this time, alright?”

when he’s fucking you is the same deal, but—BUT. he can’t get cocky about it, because he’s sooo close to cumming with you, because what’s he supposed to do if your warm, soaked walls are squeezing him, fluttering around him, pulling him in deeper, gripping him like your body’s begging to milk him dry? your moans and his groans merging and echoing in the room like you’re in a fucking porno.

he’s gasping against your throat, “oh—oh, hell—you’re shaking. baby, you’re—jesus, you’re gonna make me—”

while you choke out “clark! ohgod ohgod, s’so good, please!” with your breathless, broken voice. he’s pounding into you hard, the slap-slap-slap of skin-on-skin so loud you can’t hear anything else.

when you cum, your juices coat his cock, drip down your thighs. the sound of him fucking into you turns filthy, wet, absolutely obscene. he can't even think. your thighs are trembling, hips bucking up, so intense his cock slips out of you.

he glances down and god, his cock is soaked, glistening with your cum. he wraps a hand around himself, gives it a few lazy strokes, groaning when his thumb drags over his flushed, leaking head. focusing on how your chest rises and falls, your nipples hard, lips parted, hair sticking to your forehead.

he leans down, taking one on his mouth, tongue circling it. he hums, closes his eyes, tasting the salt and sweat on your skin.

you whimper softly, ‘cause your boobs are so sensitive, your hand tangles on his curls, tugging gently. and then break’s over.

he slips into you again, all the way. he kisses your cheek with this stupid amount of love, he kinda feels guilty for how overstimulated you are, but he needs—has to—cum inside you.

your thighs wrap around him, hips grinding up automatically. his balls pull tight, full of cum, ready to burst, slapping against your ass. he exhales hard against your cheek, slips a hand under your back to lift your hips, tilting you up just right. you jolt, gasping, his cock hitting so deep your head knocks into the bedframe and he’s like, “oh, baby,” with his soothing voice, he kisses your open mouth, you try to kiss him back, dazed and trembling. he smiles against your lips, dimples showing and everything. like he’s not actively blowing your mind.

then he ruts into you. like your fucked-out face turns him on more.

one-two-three-fou—

he’s cumming. deep inside you.

hot, thick ropes shooting deep. his hips twitch through short, desperate thrusts each one dragging across your g-spot until you’re gasping again, still shaking, your body trying to suck him dry.

you feel sooo dizzy. so cock-drunk you feel like you’re floating in outer space, his hand tightening around your hip. keepin’ you there with him. your breaths sinking together.

you’re so full. so fucked. and every time this happens you know you’ll cum like that.

[shy9-29]

Jake fluff/smut with a partner who’s pregnant and is having body insecurity?

💌: oh my god? I feel like jake would be just the man to take care of his insecure wife in need

tw: pregnancy kink, praise kink, breast play, fingering, creampie, spanking, soft dom Jake, emotional smut, husband!Jake - 1188wc

mdni

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You’re sitting on the edge of the bed in one of Jake’s oversized shirts, your hands resting protectively on the small swell of your stomach. It’s still early—barely showing—but it’s enough that none of your usual clothes fit quite right anymore. You’ve tried on three outfits and still ended up in this, frustrated and quiet as you sit with your knees tucked up, watching your husband move around the bedroom getting ready for bed.

Jake notices something’s off right away. You’re usually clingy, always touching him, always smiling when he looks at you. But tonight, you’re distant. Silent. His brows furrow slightly.

“Hey,” he says softly, crawling across the bed toward you. “You okay?”

You hesitate. Then you shrug, trying to play it off, but your voice comes out small. “I just… I feel gross.”

Jake stops in front of you, his hands gently cradling your thighs. “Gross?” he repeats. “Why would you ever think that?”

You glance down at your legs, your tummy. “I don’t know. My body’s changing and I… I don’t look the same. I don’t feel the same.”

Jake leans in, pressing a kiss to your knee first, then your thigh. “Baby, you’re literally growing our child,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do now.”

Your breath catches.

He moves closer, hands sliding under the shirt—his shirt—to rest just beneath your bump. “This,” he says, voice low and reverent, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He looks up at you, eyes warm. “Can I show you how much I love you?”

Jake watches you with soft but hungry eyes, his fingers grazing the hem of your oversized sleep shirt. “Can I take this off?” he murmurs, voice rough but careful.

You hesitate for a beat, fingers curling slightly against your thighs. The bump—your bump—is small, just beginning to show. You’ve been catching your reflection in the mirror more often lately, unsure how to feel. But Jake’s looking at you like you hung the stars.

He catches your hesitation and gently cups your face. “You don’t ever have to hide from me, baby,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “You’re carrying my baby. That makes you the sexiest woman alive.”

Your breath catches as you let him lift the fabric, his warm palms dragging up your sides slowly, reverently. Your breasts spill out first—slightly heavier, your nipples darker and more sensitive. Jake’s pupils blow wide.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hands cupping your breasts immediately, like he can’t decide whether to worship or devour you. “You’re perfect.”

You open your mouth to argue, to say you don’t feel perfect, not lately—but he shuts you up by closing his lips around one swollen nipple, sucking deep.

“Ah—Jake,” you gasp, hips twitching. His tongue flicks over the sensitive tip before drawing back to blow cool air on it, making you shiver. Then he latches onto the other one, groaning against your skin.

“Love how sensitive you are now,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust. His thumb pinches your left nipple just slightly, rolling it between his fingers. “I could spend hours right here.”

Your thighs press together. The heat is unbearable now, your whole body aching for more.

“Jake,” you whimper. “Touch me more. Please.”

His hands slide down to your hips, fingers trailing teasingly under the band of your underwear. He pulls them down slowly, then leans in and kisses your soft belly.

“You know how crazy it makes me… seeing you like this?” His lips trail lower. “This bump? This is our baby. You made this with me.”

You moan when he slips two fingers through your folds, finding you soaked.

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he groans. “You want me that bad?”

“Yes,” you whisper, breathless.

He pulls his hand away for just a second, slaps your ass hard enough to sting, and you yelp in surprise, arousal spiking.

“You like that?” he growls, hand kneading the skin afterward. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”

You can’t even respond—you’re too gone. You watch through heavy lids as he pulls his boxers off, cock already hard and leaking at the tip.

When he lines himself up, he pauses, hands resting on your thighs.

“Tell me,” he pants. “You want me to cum inside you?”

You nod quickly, body trembling. “Yes. I want you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groans, pushing in slow and deep. Your walls stretch around him, slick and tight, and he curses under his breath.

He grips your hips and starts to move, rocking into you with more urgency now. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, and he bends down to suck one into his mouth again, the stimulation making your head fall back.

“S’ tight baby,” he growls. “So perfect for me. You feel this? How deep I am inside you?”

You can only moan, eyes rolling back as he slaps your ass again, then soothes it with a squeeze.

“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you cry out. “I’m yours, Jake—fuck—don’t stop.”

He buries his face in your neck, panting hard, voice breaking.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groans. “Gonna fill you up again. You want that?”

“Yes—yes, please—”

Jake pushes in to the hilt, trembling as he spills inside you, hot and thick. You feel everything—his release, the way his body clings to yours, the way his lips press into your shoulder like he can’t believe you’re real.

When he finally pulls back, he cups your face with both hands, pressing soft kisses over your cheeks, your lips, your bump.

“You’re everything to me,” he says, voice hoarse. “You hear me? Everything.”

[agirlwithglam]

I recently realized I have to stop sulking over my life but I struggle with embodying my dream self sm ughh

Do you have any tips?

Ok, what would ur highest self do RIGHT NOW? Like if she was going through sulking and not feeling her best, how would she tackle it? What would she do?

Take it slow, give yourself some rest, write down goals, make a to do list.

If you’re still stuck, here’s mini action plans for you🍰

🍓 1. Goals.

What’s your mega goal- what do you want from life? To be a doctor, have a business, what is it? (Try not to make it too vague)

Next, find out the things you need to get done to achieve this goal. So if you want to build a big business, you probably need money, a good product to sell, business & salesman knowledge, etc.

Once you got that, now figure out how you’ll achieve those things- for example; you need business or salesmen knowledge? Read books, listen to podcasts, watch videos, ask people around you for tips, etc. so that’s what you can start with, everyday listening to a podcast or reading a chapter will definitely bring you closer to that goal.

Then it’s just basically practice and consistency. Keep going, don’t give up! Make a to do list for each day, but don’t forget to add rewards as well.

🍓 2. Take it slow, prioritise your mental health.

Are you feeling okay? Is your health good? Have you been exercising, eating well, getting a good amount of sleep? Sometimes it’s just not taking care of yourself properly which can make you struggle and feel stuck!

So go, put on a face mask, do some yoga or exercise, whatever floats your boat, read, shower, and take a nap. Then when you feel better, do the Goals part.

🍓 3. Find the small happinesses in life.

You’re sulking? Maybe then take a day off and just become a child again. Go out for a walk (if you can & it’s safe), go for a swim with your friends, just laugh and have fun without another care in the world.

Be your inner child! Have fun!

Anyways I hoped that helped, I have a bunch of other stuff on self improvement & becoming your best self so u can read that too and also: watch thewizardliz or Tam Kaur or anything good yt, it helps.

Xoxoxoxoxo

[lovesickhughes]

Hi <3 Connor Bedard 💌 sweetheart: "Can I walk with you? It would make me feel better."

a/n: thank you for requesting! (not edited)

pairing: connor bedard x athletic trainer!reader

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You loved your job, it was a new beginning in your life, brought you many adventures and stories to tell along the way, and it always kept you entertained. You had made an array of new friends, making the adjustments to your new lifestyle that much easier. And it only made things better with there being a specific player that made your job even more eventful.

You were hired a few months after the 2023 draft, and you followed hockey closely, granted it was the field of your career and what you were pursuing, but you knew his name regardless. It floated around, lingering every where you went. From social media, to class, to internships— Connor Bedard was the next superstar of the draft class.

When you met him, however, it took you by surprise. From the outside perspectives of media, he seemed like such a stoic figure. He was quiet, reserved and disciplined. So when you found yourself standing alongside the rest of the training staff on development day, you wouldn't have expected to hear his chipper voice introducing himself and extending a polite hand to shake.

He was charismatic, humble, and you noticed as days past, he was more than what the outside world perceived him to be, and as the season began, you knew he was a force to be reckoned with.

Being able to work and support the team for the past two years, along with learning something new every time you stepped into work— you truly came to appreciate your job.

What you appreciated even more, was the specific someone who always seemed to linger after practice, after games and showed up a few minutes before the scheduled time, just so he could see you.

You wouldn't have expected Connor and you to bond the way that you did, but since first meeting him, what started as a professional relationship, had erupted and blossomed into a genuine, refreshing friendship where you found yourself laughing so hard your cheeks and stomach hurt and tears filled the brims of your eyes. He'd make such an effort to be the light of the room, you couldn't help but notice how he showed a side of himself to you that the rest of the world had seen, and in that moment, you knew there was something lingering beneath the surface.

You started catching yourself holding your own gaze in his direction longer than you intended, feeling your heartbeat begin to quicken in pace when he'd enter a room or call out your name. Or even catching yourself smiling down at your phone when he had texted you more context for a story he had told you earlier in the day.

But it wasn't as if you were the only one experiencing the shift in friendship. You knew Connor felt slightly similar to you, in that you found his eyes meeting yours more often, he'd make more of an effort to stay behind and talk after practices and games, and he'd truly attempt to get to know you— and your heart swelled every time you heard him laugh or smile.

Before you knew it, you were in deep, and you had found yourself in a self-proclaimed situationship, given your circumstances were skewed, but you knew there was a line both of you were hesitating to cross.

It was another rough ending to the night, the Blackhawks had fallen short against yet another opposing team, and heavy heads and shoulders piled into the locker room, a thick silence following between bodies.

You busied yourself with your tasks for the end of the night, hearing the murmurs of teammates and coaching staff reviewing the results of the game. And you watched as the players slowly made their way out the locker room and towards the exit of the arena, you couldn't help but search for the specific set of blue eyes and brown hair.

It had seemed like more time had passed than what actually had, but finally the sorrow eyes of Connor met yours, his belongings tucked underneath his arm as he carried himself towards you.

"Hey, sorry about the turnout, you guys did a great job tonight— played really well despite all things." You exasperated through a breath, but you knew your words would only be heard as a mere comment, meaningless despite your support.

Connor let out a rough breath, eyes blinking slowly, "Yeah, I just wish I could've done more."

You tilt your head and reach a hand to place on the side of his bicep, "Hey, c'mon, it was more than just you. You guys are a team out there." You comforted, your voice laced with sympathy at Connor's mood. Your heart ache at the sight, wanting to be able to do more to show your care to Connor, but you held your breath, still hesitating to cross that line. "Is there anything I can do to help?" You asked softly, meeting his eyes again that were focused on the ground.

Connor's lips parted, hesitating to speak, his eyes forcing shut in contemplation before he spoke, "Yeah, actually, uh— can I walk with you out of here? It honestly would make me feel better." He confessed and you could see and feel the weight being lifted off his chest when you kindly nodded your head, pushing yourself off the wall to begin walking towards the exit of the building.

And as you reached the doors, you slowed your steps, turning to face Connor. His hands were tucked in his pockets, he was quiet and you knew his mind was racing, so you reached another comforting hand to his shoulder, but when you felt the fabric of his hoodie against your hand, you didn't expect his body to turn closer to you, closing the space between you.

Connor licked his lips, his eyes flickering down to your lips, then meeting your eyes again as his chest rose and fell heavily. "I, uh— thank you for your support, y'know. It means a lot." He weakly smiled, making your stomach flutter at the sight.

"Anytime, Connor." You smiled back, eyes darting to the side before looking back and seeing Connor wet his lips with his tongue. It was as if your eyes spoke silent words, flickering back and forth between each eye and slipping to each other's lips, the silence of the arena after hours filling the space. But before you could think, processing and making a decision, Connor's hand met the side of your face, delicately holding your jaw as his lips connected with yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, inhaling sharply through your nose at the contact and instinctively placing your hands in his biceps to ground yourself, when you pulled away, meeting his gaze once again, you took in the sight of his red, swollen and wet lips, earning a grin to leak on your face, heating rushing through your body and letting a giggle escape your throat.

"Now, that made me feel much, much better."

[stonedtaemin]

[tumblr is mean, so hopefully this asks for through.]

what do you think about brat tamer Caleb? or do you think he's a brat enabler?

i think he's definitely both. like he usually enables it because he's such a simp for mc, y'know? like she would be bossing him around telling him to hurry up and make her cum or something of the sort and he's just like fuck it, gotta make her cum. he's kind of like a golden retriever in a sense.

on the flip side... i think if he's in one of his emo moods or colonel mode (i.e. mc is snooping around, putting herself in danger, etc.) he definitely wants to punish her. he can't stand it sometimes, has to show her what happens to bad girls who don't listen to good advice. he doesn't even have the time of day to hear her whining, just stuffs his fingers into her mouth and smacks her ass a couple of times. in my mind he likes to tell her to shut up. just straight up.

sorry if you wanted me to choose but i believe caleb is a man of versatility (nice way of putting that he's a little psycho) thinkin' about writing a brat tamer fic soon...

[valalice]

first of all, love the theme ICONIC. Second of all, pretty please more idol Cait 😕 I can't stop picturing soojin, also Mina and Irene like UGHHH just she's so sophisticated yk?

i plan on doing PLENTY more of idol!caitlyn (this is a hint that i want people to flood my inbox with thoughts of her *wink* *wink*) and i absolutely agree with you on caitlyn and mina having the same vibes!

i mean the proof is in the pudding that's idol!cait. even with her stages she's so cait!

when idol!cait was a trainee and her early debut she was definitely known as cassandra kiramman's daughter, who is honestly in this universe some huge actress, maybe even ceo since kiramman's are generational. and that honestly pushed cait further into her career (especially since her mother wasn't pleased she wanted to be an idol and not follow in her footsteps), and we all know cait strives off of proving herself and she did just that in the industry.

idol!cait would become more known for her dance skills, capturing everyone's attention from how effortlessly she's able to move the length of her body with such ease. whenever the group gets new choreo she spends hours a day in the studio perfecting the moves. and throughout the years she's tried her hand at choreography, and found a knack for it! and because of this she uses her ability to grasp moves quickly onto you, gravitating towards you when she notices you're having trouble nailing certain moves. silently correcting anything in your form that could be hindering you ability or showing you how the move should be done herself; to then step aside, a signal to tell you to do the move in front of her, gaining a nod of approval and praise "very good." or often times she'll keep correcting you, minuscule things just so she can keep maneuvering your body for you, invading your space while doing so.

like i said in this drabble, if you're somewhere cait isn't too far behind, and being an idol would only make cait more possessive over you since the two of you have to keep your relationship a secret (you guys honestly suck at hiding it). the rest of your group mates no not to fight with cait anymore over who gets to be room with you in hotels or sit next to you because she's already always near you so there's no point and they all know cait gets grumpy when she doesn't get her way (you chose to sit next to another member on a plane once and she was sulking over it for the next few days).

idol!caitlyn loves to test her limits as well, pushing her luck with 'will we/won't we get caught?' constantly. purposely bucking her hips into your ass when she has to squeeze past you (mind you, the group is filming), tugging you off to some stage closet because how could she not press you up against the closet wall stuffing her icy slim fingers past your panties when you look irresistible in your stage outfit? and she's just so, so evil too; placing a vibe in your panties just before a fan meet, eyeing you out of the corner of her eye whenever you shuffle uncomfortably, trying your hardest to ignore the stickiness between your thighs as you thank a fan for their generous gift or when she's bored, but you're on live chatting it up with fans, she'll sneakily slide onto the bed where you lie, pushing a finger to her lips telling you to be quiet, hands raking up and down your body. she'll smirk when you push the phone closer to your face, complaint to the fans as you point out a pesky pimple forming on your forehead, and that's when she dips her hands below your shirt, groping at your tits. laying her forehead against your thigh, muffling her chuckles when a whimper falls from your lips when she tweaks at your nipples, covering it up with an unconvincing cough. idol!caitlyn loves to have her fun with you.

[ogatas-beloved]

Love seeing Ogata bc I'm like that's mollys guy :-) that's their silly ass cat guy :-) I'm so glad he's so loved he really needs it

Hehehe yay! Yea that's my guy :3 my stinki kibty :3

He really does need it,,, I adore him with all my heart,,,,

[catofoldstones]

What do you think of the theory that sansa might disguise herself as a septa to leave the vale?

The faith is very attached to her character,with alayne having the backstory of being a septa in training do you see it being important?

I feel like it has already been important throughout her Vale chapters. Petyr asks her to memorize some quotes from sacred texts to avoid too many questions and then Sansa just… doesn’t. She is subjected to too many questions and scrutiny and we don’t see her quote a single text or even bring up her faith upbringing. Plus how she acts throughout the Vale is not very Septa-In-Training-Since-Birth of her.

I think it’s a point of direction for the reader to notice that someone else might be noticing that Alayne is not who she claims she is & that her actions don’t fit in with her background story. The Royces seem to have caught up on that, at least in the way they act and considering that they looking to depose LF swiftly and vehemently, they even have the motivation to.

I mean Myranda is constantly bringing up sexual innuendo with a girl she is to believe will be pious and uptight and this -

“There’s a new High Septon, did you know? Oh, and the Night’s Watch has a boy commander, some bastard son of Eddard Stark’s.”

“Jon Snow?” she blurted out, surprised.

“Snow? Yes, it would be Snow, I suppose.”

AFFC, Alayne II

Apart from Sansa being reminded of the one brother that is conveniently and consistently absent from her narrative, it also serves as a gotcha for Myranda and the reader. Why does Alayne Stone, a bastard trained with the faith in the Vale, know about Eddard Stark’s bastard son’s name, or more even, why is she concerned with him rather than a new high septon being appointed? Because she’s not Alayne Stone, she’s Sansa Stark. And suspicions confirmed for the Royces that she’s a Stark and for us, that the Royces know that she’s a Stark.

Which leads on to the theory that the Royces are going to be instrumental in getting Sansa out of the vale and into White Harbour at least.

There might be a question of her red hair peeking from under the dyed brown ones and Septas do veil sometimes (Cersei describes Septa Moelle’s white hair so I’m guessing that a full head veil or veiling even for devout women is uncommon in Westeros but not unseen of?) so that saves her from scrutiny. But even if she dresses up as a Septa, that might still spark interest up north, since those are not the gods they subscribe to. And I’m sure Sansa would take care to dye her fast-growing hair brown before an important tourney. So the peeking red hair might be an issue when Sansa is North, in deep Bolton territory, which might urge her away from Winterfell and Dreadfort and Hornwood and squish her right between those territories, right next to the long lake and that would prove the girl in grey theo- *gunshots*

[nowhere302]

Yooo Happy Birthday!!!! :3

thank you!! 🥰❤️

[acatatonicpeace]

send this to other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going, make someone smile! 🥰♥️

Aahh, you’re so sweet thank you 🥹🤍

[subject-5]

Asha walks around the hideout, writing a list. She made herself a sari with an emerald green fabric. Black and yellow flowers are stitched on it.

@heart-of-the-family

{Kai watches Asha from his place in the background.}

[shy9-29]

Can i request a fic where reader finally says " i love you " to bf Jay after 4 months of dating and it feels as if he hit the jackpot and he's just so ecstatic to the point he can't stop kissing you and telling you how grateful and lucky he is to be yours and to be loved by you

OMG OFC this is so cute jay is such a cutie and I feel like this fits him so much. Im in love 😻 also happy birthday jay!!!

synopsis: after 4 months of dating jay, you finally muster up the courage to tell him you love him. Ever since, he’s been stuck to you like glue. ✉️ wc. 2.7k

You were lying on the couch, legs lazily draped over Jay’s lap as he scrolled through his phone, completely unaware of the way the golden hour light spilled across his face. He looked too perfect to ignore, so you reached for your phone and angled it just right, switching to the 0.5 lens and snapping a photo without warning.

Jay stretched an arm behind your head, pulling you closer until your cheek rested on his chest. “You’re always taking pictures of me,” he murmured, voice quieter now, more thoughtful. “You gonna run out of storage at this rate.”

He blinked up at the sound, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Did you just take a 0.5 photo of me?” he asked, squinting playfully as he tried to snatch your phone.

You giggled, pulling it out of his reach. “Caught you in your natural habitat.”

“Looking flawless?” he teased, leaning back with a smug grin.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile as you took another shot—this time catching him mid-laugh. That one, you knew you’d save forever.

“I’ll just buy more,” you said softly, your fingers drawing lazy patterns on the back of his hand.

He didn’t respond for a moment, just traced little circles on your arm with his thumb. Then he whispered, almost like a secret, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.”

Your heart thudded once—loud and sudden—but you stayed quiet, just let the warmth of him, the moment, sink in.

Jay looked down at you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You always look at me like that,” he said with a grin.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to say something big.”

You swallowed, feeling the words rise up your throat, right there on the tip of your tongue. But instead, you smiled. “Maybe I am.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to,” he whispered. “I already know.”

And from that day forward, he was always closer, always touching—his arm around your waist in the kitchen, his fingers laced with yours on the train, his lips brushing your temple when he thought no one was looking.

You hadn’t said it yet. But somehow, he already acted like you did.

Jay was supposed to be at your place thirty minutes ago, but the minutes kept ticking by with no sign of him. You tried not to worry, tried to tell yourself that maybe he just stopped to grab something or took a longer route—but when your phone stayed silent, your anxiety crept in little by little. Finally, you gave in and called him, thumb hovering over the screen until he picked up on FaceTime.

The screen lit up with his familiar face, a little flushed from the heat and frustration, one hand on the wheel. “Hey, babe,” he said, glancing between the road and the camera, his brows slightly furrowed. “Sorry, traffic’s a nightmare. I’m like crawling at 5km an hour.”

You exhaled in relief, though your eyes widened. “Jay, you’re driving—should you really be FaceTiming me right now?”

He chuckled, the sound already easing your nerves. “I know, I know. But I had to let you know I wasn’t ditching you.”

You smiled, even though your voice came out a little scolding. “Oh, then I should probably hang up. I don’t want you to get distracted.”

But he shook his head, his expression softening as he looked at you again. “No, it’s okay. I insist. Hearing your voice actually makes me more focused.”

Your heart melted at that—warmth blooming in your chest at the sincerity in his tone. He wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better. He meant it.

“Okay,” you murmured, the corners of your lips turning up. “But keep your eyes on the road, Mr. Romantic.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, and you stayed on the line, talking about nothing and everything while the city lights passed by slowly behind him.

It was nearly dark when Jay finally arrived, and you heard his familiar footsteps jogging up the stairs before the door flung open with dramatic flair. You barely had time to get up from the couch before he stepped inside with his arms completely full—three large bags swinging from his wrists, a drink tray balanced carefully in one hand, and… was that—?

“Movie night!” he declared in a sing-song voice, holding everything up like a proud delivery man who had just completed the world’s most romantic DoorDash run.

You blinked, your mouth slightly open. “Jay…”

“Wait, wait,” he said, carefully setting the bags down one by one with exaggerated care. “One—your favorite takeout. Two—those weird fizzy grape sodas you love even though they taste like cough syrup. And three—”

He reached into the last bag with a flourish, his grin practically splitting his face in two. “The Jellycat sheep you’ve been dropping hints about for, like, three months.”

He held it out proudly, and you gasped, recognizing the soft, round, floppy plush immediately. “No way.”

“Yes way,” he said, handing it over like it was made of gold. “She’s all yours. I had to fight off a grandma for her, but worth it.”

Your face was already burning with affection and secondhand embarrassment as you reached for the plush, but not before giving his arm a half-hearted smack. “You’re so embarrassing.”

Jay just laughed, brushing your hair gently behind your ear. “But you love it.”

You clutched the plush sheep to your chest, still unable to hide your smile. “Yeah,” you said softly, looking up at him. “I love you.”

His face stilled for a moment, the teasing energy shifting into something warmer, deeper. He stepped forward, hands now free, and cupped your cheeks like you were something precious.

“I love you too,” he whispered, eyes searching yours. “So much.”

You thought he’d kiss you right then—but instead, he pulled you into the tightest hug, rocking you back and forth like he needed to feel every part of you against him.

“I missed you today,” he murmured into your hair. “Traffic sucked. But thinking about coming here, seeing you—made it worth it.”

You hugged him back just as tightly, heart full to the brim. “You’re ridiculous,” you whispered. “You brought enough food to feed a village.”

“A very lucky village,” he quipped, pulling back just enough to look at you again. “C’mon. Let’s pick a movie. I’m voting rom-com. I earned it.”

You rolled your eyes and tugged him toward the couch, Jellycat in one hand, his fingers laced with yours in the other.

And as the night went on—blankets tangled around your legs, the sound of the movie playing softly in the background, and Jay stealing kisses every time you looked away—you realized that this wasn’t just a good night.

It was one of the nights you’d remember forever.

The atmosphere between you and Jay had shifted into something a little more intimate, though neither of you had really said it out loud. You were curled up on the couch, his arms around you, legs tangled in the blanket. Jay looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into his lap, his hands settling on your waist as he shifted you comfortably on him.

“Jay—” you started to protest, but the words got stuck when he began to kiss your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. The heat from his body was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to pull away.

He chuckled softly against your skin. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” he whispered, his breath warm and teasing.

You squirmed a little, trying to focus on the movie, but his attention was relentless. His hands slid up your sides, gently pulling your shirt over your head. You blinked, caught off guard, but before you could say anything, he was already taking off his own sweater with swift movements, revealing a white tank top underneath.

You were about to protest, to tell him to stop, but then he draped the sweater over your shoulders. “Here,” he said, his voice a little deeper now. “Wear this. You look cold.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you took the sweater, letting him help you pull it on. It smelled like him, warm and comforting, and suddenly you felt like you could stay in it forever. But that didn’t stop him from continuing his onslaught of soft kisses along your jawline, his hands now tracing circles on your back through the fabric of the sweater.

“Jay, please,” you whimpered, pulling away just slightly to look at him, your hands pressing against his chest. “We have to watch the movie. Can we, like… actually watch it?”

But he only grinned, eyes filled with affection and a touch of playful mischief. “Who needs a movie when I have you right here?” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours as if he couldn’t stop himself.

You gave in to the kiss, your hands curling into his shirt as you melted into him, the movie completely forgotten for the moment. But then, as if on cue, you broke away, breathless.

“Jay!” you laughed, though it was more out of frustration and desire than anything else. “I’m serious, we need to at least pretend we’re watching this thing!”

He groaned in mock annoyance, but you could tell he was only halfheartedly giving up. “Fine, fine,” he said with a resigned sigh, though his hands were still lightly resting on your hips. “We’ll watch the movie. But I’m not making any promises that I won’t kiss you during it.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. You didn’t really mind. Not at all.

You settled back into his lap, adjusting the oversized sweater around you as Jay wrapped his arms securely around your waist. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, and he pressed one last, lingering kiss to your cheek before whispering, “Okay. Movie mode. I’m locked in.”

You picked up the remote and hit play, the screen lighting up with the familiar opening scene. For a solid five minutes, things were normal. His arms stayed still, his breath warm against your neck, and for once, he was actually watching. Or so you thought.

“Wait, what just happened?” he asked suddenly, blinking at the screen.

You turned slightly, suspicious. “Seriously? Jay, that was like the most important part.”

“I was distracted,” he mumbled, nuzzling into your neck again. “You keep wiggling around, what am I supposed to do?”

You tried to stay firm, but the way he pouted made it impossible. “I’m trying to watch, not wiggle.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, then leaned in to kiss your neck again. “Can’t help it. You’re warm. And soft. And in my sweater.”

You bit back a laugh, your heart fluttering all over again. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You’re in denial,” he whispered, sneaking a kiss behind your ear. “You love how obsessed I am with you.”

You turned your head, catching his lips in a quick kiss before he could sneak in another. “I do,” you whispered, barely above a breath. “I really do.”

Jay’s eyes lit up with that boyish sparkle you adored, and he kissed you again—slowly this time, like he wanted to memorize the shape of your mouth.

You let yourself melt for a second, but when he made a move to deepen it, you pulled away with a giggle, smushing his face gently with your palm.

“Movie,” you reminded him, trying not to laugh as he groaned dramatically.

“Fine. Movie,” he repeated, resting his head back on your shoulder with a sigh.

And even though he finally quieted down, his arms never left you, his fingers gently tracing little shapes on your thigh, his lips brushing your temple every now and then like he just couldn’t help himself.

You never thought movie night would feel like this. Like home. Like love. Like everything.

Halfway through the movie, you felt the growing urge to pee and finally sighed, untangling yourself from Jay’s hold. He immediately sat up with you, as if he was about to follow you into battle.

You blinked at him. “Jay… I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“I know,” he said, already trailing behind you like a very clingy, very tall shadow.

You laughed under your breath, reaching for the bathroom door. “Go watch the movie. I’ll be like—two minutes.”

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he stepped right inside the bathroom with you like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You turned around, eyebrows raised. “Jay.”

He blinked innocently. “What?”

“Just wait outside,” you said, trying to nudge him back out with a hand to his chest.

He let out the softest, most dramatic pout, stepping back with slumped shoulders like you’d just rejected him on national television. “Fine,” he grumbled, dragging his feet as he stepped out. “But I’m waiting right here.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and shut the door, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he was being.

When you came out a moment later, he was standing right outside like a loyal puppy, arms crossed and eyes lighting up the second he saw you.

“I survived,” he said solemnly. “Barely.”

“You’re insane,” you giggled, giving his hand a playful squeeze as you walked past him. “I’m just grabbing some water.”

But of course, Jay followed you into the kitchen, right on your heels. You could feel his presence hovering behind you, not even giving you a few inches of space.

As you reached up to grab a glass from the cabinet, his arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.

You let out a surprised little laugh. “Jay!”

“What?” he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I missed you.”

“I was literally gone for two minutes.”

“That’s two minutes too long.” His voice was soft, almost sleepy, and his arms tightened around you just a bit. “Let me be clingy. I’m in love.”

Your heart fluttered again, like it always did with him. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, smiling to yourself as you filled your glass.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Be clingy.”

And he didn’t let go, not even when you finished drinking your water. He just walked you back to the couch, arms still looped around your waist like you were his favorite person in the whole world—which, judging by the way he looked at you… you were.

The credits were rolling by the time Jay finally stopped kissing the side of your face and let you actually focus on the screen. The movie ended in a soft silence, the only sounds in the room the faint hum of the TV and your steady breathing as you leaned into his chest, your head tucked right beneath his chin.

Jay didn’t say anything right away. He just held you close, arms around you like he never wanted to let go, his thumb gently stroking circles against your arm. The weight of the moment seemed to settle in his chest all at once—the quiet, the warmth, the feeling of you so close, so comfortable, so his.

“I feel like I hit the jackpot,” he whispered suddenly, barely above a breath.

You tilted your head to glance up at him, eyes curious. “Hmm?”

He looked down at you, eyes soft and sincere, no teasing, no grin—just pure honesty. “Being yours. Being loved by you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this lucky.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you blinked, completely disarmed by how serious he sounded.

“I mean it,” he continued, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You’re everything, you know that? You make everything feel lighter. Better. Just being near you feels like… like home.”

You stared at him, speechless for a second, heart swelling in your chest until it felt too full to contain.

“I never thought I’d have something like this,” he murmured, voice almost cracking as he rested his forehead gently against yours. “Someone like you.”

You cupped his cheek with one hand, your thumb grazing his skin. “You do,” you whispered. “You have me.”

And Jay smiled then—not his usual cocky grin, but something softer. Something real.

“Forever?”

You nodded, barely able to speak past the lump in your throat. “Forever.”

He kissed you again—slowly, gently, like a silent promise. And when he pulled you into his chest, holding you like a secret he never wanted to share, you both knew neither of you would ever stop feeling lucky.