#Sneak up behind him and sudden hug attack!

[nimue-hidden-lake]

Sometimes you just gotta surprise your f/o. Sometimes you just gotta have to sneak up behind them, reach your hands out and wrap them around your f/o's waist. Either you pull them closer or you pull yourself closer. As long as you can feel each other's warmth.

Or you cover your f/o's eyes maybe, whispering into one of their ears. Are they flustered or do they seem unfazed? Or maybe they let out an amused chuckle.

Will they recognize your voice? Oh of course they will! They know you better than anyone after all! So either they guess wrong on purpose just to see your reaction, messing with you, or they guess correctly right away. But would it hurt to be a little playful? Maybe not~

Proship/Comship do not interact please!

[k0juki]

pls some joost fluff (cuddling n maybe some making out??) headcanons bitte bitte🙏

🥴 danke danke for request!

Cuddles

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.

A/n: I wrote it a bit different, hope you won't mind much!🙏

Warnings: bit suggestive and making out, so be aware!

Wc: 736

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Okay, so Lazy Mornings would probably look like this.

Joost loves to sleep in on any day, but what he loves more is when he wakes up to find you still cuddled up beside him, he wouldn't have it any other way.

He'd pull you even closer, wrapping his arms around you protectively, and nuzzle his face into your hair, content to stay tangled up in bed with you for as long as possible.

"Good morning to you too, Joost." You said with a small smile and felt him tighten his hold on you from behind.

"Morning." He whispered and kissed your neck. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"It's alright. I have to get up anyway." You answered and turned in his hold.

"Not possible, you're staying here, with me." He spoke and as he was about to kiss you, you turned your head to the side and said. "No, no, no, I will give you a kiss after we brush teeth."

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Post-Eurovision Comfort would be absolutely necessary and nobody can tell me otherwise.

After a particularly tough last few days at Eurovision, Joost would come home exhausted.

You'd meet him at the door with a warm hug, leading him to the couch where you'd lay his head in your lap and gently massage his shoulders and back.

"It's gonna be alright Joost, it will be alright." You would softly whisper to him.

He'd close his eyes, letting out a contented sigh as he relaxes into your touch, grateful for your soothing presence.

"Thank you love."

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Movie Nights are a must.

You and Joost have a tradition of having cozy movie nights at home. He'd make a big bowl of popcorn, and you'd snuggle up together under a blanket on the couch.

As the movie plays, Joost would absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I know what you're trying to do Joost. It won't work." You warned him, clearly knowing what he was up to.

"I'm not doing anything love, you're just paranoid." He chuckled and threw himself at you, pinning you down on the couch.

He started kissing you as you put your hands on his shoulders and then to his hair, lightly tugging on it. Joost moaned to your mouth.

He suddenly pulled away and said. "If you're going to tease me like this, then it's not my fault. It's yours."

"No, it was you who started kissing me. It's your fault." You moaned, feeling him kiss your jaw and then neck.

"That sounds fair."

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Unexpected Cuddles are like:

Whether you're cooking dinner together or just lounging around the house, Joost loves to surprise you with sudden cuddle attacks.

He'd sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back as he peppers your neck with gentle kisses, making you giggle and squirm.

"It tickles!" You gasped and then you started to laugh, trying to pull away, but he didn't budge.

Now, that he was fully pressed against your back, he turned you around, so you were face to face. He bent down and took your thighs and pulled you up at the counter as you wrapped your arms around his neck for support.

"You realize I'm cooking, right?" You asked him, feeling all hot from sudden friction. Looking into his eyes, you see the hunger behind them.

You bit your lips and pulled him closer to yours lips kissing him with passion, but still soft enough.

"Who's the clingy one now." He laughed against your lips, kissing them again.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

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Rainy Day Cuddles:

When it's pouring rain outside, Joost would suggest building a blanket fort in the living room.

And guess what? You agreed, because it is fucking good idea.

You'd gather up all the blankets and pillows you could find, creating a cozy nest for the two of you to hide away from the storm.

"It's cozy here." You whispered to him as you laid on his chest. He had his arm around you and his other was in your hair, gently playing with it.

"Yeah, it is." He quietly said and kissed the top of your head.

Inside the fort, you'd cuddle up together, listening to the sound of the rain on the roof and he was sharing stories with you until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

[llamagoddessofficial]

perhaps maybe some bad guy moth crumbs? Mayhaps? Maybe?

ok ok o kok ok jokojokjfokdsjfokjokJLFKDSLKFJDSKF i love you anon, good question. This also ties in very well to all the fae thoughts I've been having.

Horror has the wings of a great big ragged peacock moth. They're large, heavy, and thick with fur. They drag behind him like a cape when he walks. With the way the mass of fur around his neck clumps and curls, it gives him the appearance of a lumbering bear - if he can fly, he seems to prefer not to, instead stalking the ground and picking off anything that can't get away from him.

His wings are very matted, very dirty. They have been for a long time. He... he would really, really like it if you brushed him. He doesn't mind how long it takes. It's been so long since someone touched him with care. Just... please brush him.

Dust resembles a muslin moth. Smooth, silky, grey. Too smooth - too untouched. The air around him smells strange, when you touch him its hard to tell what's the usual fine powder moths shed and what's something else. The rest of Nightmare's men have cuts and scrapes and imperfections in their wings, tears from battles they lost. Dust has no such imperfections. Almost like... he just doesn't lose. In some lights, when he raises his wings to attack, it's like the edges glow red and cyan. He is not the creature he purports to be.

You're curious about his wings? Cute. Why don't you come closer, have a better look? Why don't you stand close enough for him to see your lovely face. Then you both get something you want.

Whatever Killer was before, it's hard to tell now. His wings have been stained completely black, the only colours are the vivid red of two perfect eyespots, one on either wing. There's probably another moth pattern under all that black. Who knows.

Moth monsters often tend to shed a kind of fine powder, but it's hardly visible and pretty easy to ignore. Killer? His powder is dark, like soot, it clings to anything he frequently touches. Everyone around you can tell that Killer likes you, because his affection comes with great big black marks across your clothes and body. It's his way of declaring ownership. If he thinks someone is getting too cosy he sneaks up on you and hugs you to stain you for the rest of the day.

The exterior of Nightmare's wings looks like a pipevine swallowtail, with a lovely black fading into an equally lovely dark blue. Regal and elegant enough already. He keeps them folded around himself, as a makeshift cloak, and frequently decorates them with silver chains and precious gems.

The interior of his wings sports large, cyan eyespots. If he wants to, he can open his wings and flare the eyespots, causing a sudden rush of uncontrollable terror in whoever witnesses it. It's his decision how the fear affects the victim. He might want to make someone so scared they blab the truth. He might want someone to flee his presence because he's sick of them.

... Or... he might want to stop someone he's interested in from leaving.

[bexalert]

Jjk characters and physical affection

CUZ IM A WHORE AND I NEED THEM BADLY !!!

(Itadori, Fushiguro, Inumaki, Choso, Maki)

Itadori Yuji:

AHHHH

Ok this man is so into you first of all

Like he is not ashamed

PDA!!!

He’s always got an arm around your shoulders, or around your waist, or holding your hand

He’s a huge teddy bear

When you cuddle it just becomes a tangle of limbs

Like he’s all over you

Borderline suffocating you, and he’s so hot (temperature wise)

He falls asleep so easily too

You’ll be dying, crushed under his weight and he’s just slumped

He loves to just squeeze you!!!

Pecks all over your face

Anywhere he can reach he will be smooching!!!

He likes to sneak up behind you and pick you up

Tickle attacks 😔

HE JUST LOVES SEEING YOU SMILE AHHH

Just always has this big stupid goofy grin on his face when he’s with you

He’s cool with any cuddling position, but he likes when you lay on his chest

He’s just the biggest sweetheart at all times!!!

Fushiguro Megumi:

SHY

He might hold your hand in public, but don’t you dare make a big deal

Or else he’ll huff and pull his hands away

I feel like he does get a little jealous though

Like if people hit on you he’ll all the sudden wrap an arm around your shoulders and glare at them

“They’re taken.”

And then you’re walking away

He’ll deny it to anyone, though, if it’s brought up

LITTLE SPOON!!!

He won’t admit it, but he likes being little spoon

He also just like holding your hands

Like facing eachother in bed, and just holding hands

He likes to admire you while you sleep

Not in a weird way, he’s just too embarrassed to do it while you’re awake

He’ll hold your face and just memorize all your features

He’s so gentle ☹️☹️☹️

Treats you like porcelain

He loves to kiss your forehead

He’s just such a cutie

Inumaki Toge:

He loves to hold your hand

Like your hands are always intertwined, no matter WHAT

He doesn’t care if anyone teases him

If people hit on you he’ll be like 🤨 huh

Cuz do they not see you’re holding HIS hand

He’ll stand in front of you, blocking the persons view of you

“Bonito flakes.”

And the person is just left in awe

He’s a little basic

He just likes hugging

Just you two holding eachother ☹️

Obviously he’s very quiet, but he loves to hear you talk

He’ll listen to you talk about your day and just be like mhm mhm

He kisss you on the tip of your nose 😭😭😭

He’d spell things onto your skin and have you guess what he’s trying to say

He’d tickle you, but he WILL NOT let you tickle him

Like bro genuinely starts tweaking

He runs away

Like a kid playing tag then going “I DONT WANNA PLAY ANYMORE” that’s him

He’s ticklish ok leave him alone

He kisses your knuckles sorry I don’t make the rules

HEHEHE I LOVE HIM OK

Choso:

He’s a little shy 🤭

But he’s got the spirit!

Like he’ll hold your hand, and then hide his red face in his other hand

He loves giving back hugs

JAW KISSES 💔💔💔

He’s very vocal about how he feels

“You’re so pretty.”

And he’s kind of matter of fact about it

Like if you’re insecure about how you look he’ll be like “🧐 What?”

And then proceed to point out how and why everything about you is GORGEOUS

He likes giving piggy back rides

He’ll hold your hands, and stare at every little detail.

Your cuticles, your nails, your joints, the wrinkles on the skin

He kisses your neck

He’s a thigh man.

Big spoon

But also little spoon

He likes them both !!!

Zen’in Maki:

She keeps her arm FIRMLY around your waist or shoulder

Everyones gonna know that you’re with her

She thinks it’s so funny when people try to hit on you

She’ll laugh at them

“No, go on.” while she’s making fun of them

Cuz she knows they’re not competition

She teases you

A little mean, but she can’t help it

She just loves seeing your face when you’re flustered

She likes holding you, like being big spoon, or your head in her chest

As long as she can hold you tightly, she’s happy.

Shoulder kisses no doubt

She’ll hold you from behind and leave little pecks across your shoulders

She likes forehead kisses

Move her bangs and give a little smooch and she is gone

Absolutely whipped but she won’t ever admit it

sorry guys I’m freaktastic

[nikkeora]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - p.j

summary; using your percy as a pillow.

pairing; percy jackson x demigod!reader

word count; 2.1k

warning(s); none, just fluff

a/n; sorry this took so long!! english isn’t my first language, so there might be a couple errors. it’s short, but hope you don’t mind, anon :) // takes place nowhere within canon in particular, but claiming happens really quickly

request(s); Hii! This is my first time requesting something EVER for anybody so that’s fun. Could you write prompt 6/ "You took all the pillows so i’m using you as one." Where Percy has all the pillows and reader decides to lay on his chest. Or the other way around, which ever is easier to write! Ty ty

Percy Jackson was the only demigod son of Poseidon. Therefore, he was the only occupant of Cabin Three at Camp Half-Blood.

However, if someone were to ask any of the campers, they would say that there were actually two people who lived in Cabin Three. One of those two people being, of course, Percy, and the other being you.

You and Percy were that couple in camp. You know that one couple that’s always hugging, holding hands, or touching each other in any way, shape, or form? Yeah, the two of you were that. He always had an arm around you, or held your hand in his. Sometimes, he snuck up and hugged you from behind while you were having a conversation or doing some other thing that required you to stand still in the same spot, often causing him to get an earful for surprising you or making the person you were talking with uncomfortable enough to leave.

Percy’s touchy demeanor only got worse when he was sleepy. While most decent boyfriends would offer to walk their girlfriends back to her place, Percy always dragged you away from the campfire singalong and straight into his cabin.

You were sure Chiron knew about this – after all, your boyfriend never really tried to sneak you off, and your half-siblings definitely knew you weren’t in your own bunk at night – but if he did, he tried his best to pretend that he didn’t. Whenever Percy got up from his seat at the campfire with you in tow, the centaur seemed to take a sudden interest in his hooves, or the grass, or his marshmallow that was already toasted to perfection in the fire.

And if Mr. D knew, he didn’t let on. He never really stuck around for the singalong after dinner, so you weren’t really sure if he ever saw the two of you. But he’s the camp director—he had to know something was up. You supposed the punishment for sleeping in another cabin involved too much paperwork to carry out. Either that, or the Mr. D simply knew that Percy would drag you to his cabin no matter the amount of times he had to wash the Camp’s dinner plates.

Percy was a big fan of cuddling. It helped him sleep—like actually sleep, without any dreams to bother him throughout the night. He joked that you were like his personal dose of melatonin, though he’d never taken any before, going so far as to gift you an ‘assorted berries’ flavored lip balm.

“Like the gummies,” he had explained, attacking your lips once you’d applied the makeup. You haven’t yet found the heart to tell him that taking melatonin could actually cause very vivid, extremely wild dreams.

You’d let him live his fantasy, for now.

Luckily for Percy, you were also a big cuddler, especially with him. While you weren't as open with PDA – Percy did more than enough of that for you both to get yourselves through the day – you rarely let go of your boyfriend when the two of you were alone, which he was extremely happy about.

The two of you always faced each other, laying on your sides. You would run your fingers through his hair, and he would hug you close while the two of you got so tangled up that you didn’t know which limbs were whose, bringing a much needed sense of domesticity to your hectic lives. In those moments, time seemed to stop, and the two of you were the only people in the world.

The only problem with these cuddle sessions was, Percy was a huge blanket hog.

Like, really huge.

When Percy started to drift off, it was like he'd been possessed by a pillows-and-blankets goblin or something. He rolled around on the bed, and when you're conscious enough to move over in order to avoid being completely flattened underneath him, he took the opportunity to take up all of your previous space, along with your pillow and around ninety-eight percent of the sheets.

You'd tried and failed numerous times to keep this from happening: tucking yourselves in extra tight, tiring him out as much as you could, all the things people on the internet claimed would keep someone from tossing and turning. Nothing had worked, hence, the oh-so-familiar predicament you constantly found yourself in. Again. And again. And again.

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Today was another typical day. The only difference? It felt like about a week’s worth of work had been crammed into it.

At the crack of dawn, one of the protector satyrs brought three new campers to the hill. And, as luck would have it, it was your turn to show any new arrivals around. The three new half-bloods – all of them around ten or eleven years old – came to Percy’s cabin, led by one of your half-siblings. Four kids bursting through the door when the sun hadn’t even come up yet was not the best way to wake up.

After a quick change and a hasty kiss goodbye, you gave the newbies the full tour, from the lava climbing wall to the arts and crafts center to the canoeing lake. You were sure they were sweet kids most of the time, but in your sleepy and quite frankly grumpy state, all their chattering gave you a migraine. And that’s not even including all their Mythomagic questions.

“Does Athena really have two thousand attack points?”

“Can Eros really Charm his enemies with Love Shots?”

“Does Apollo really use volleyballs for his Ultimate?”

You wished you could’ve learned a couple basic things from Nico before he quit the game.

Once you got the three of them settled comfortably in their cabins, it was already too late for breakfast. Percy would have grabbed you something, but, being counselors, the both of you had classes to teach and errands to run that kept you apart. After a few hastily scribbled cabin inspections, you dropped them off at the Big House before heading off to teach Ancient Greek.

Your Ancient Greek lessons hadn’t gone that bad. A few kids’ dyslexia was acting up today, but you really couldn’t expect any less every other day. After the usual alphabet refresher for newer kids, you had the campers read a few Greek legends out loud, and the class was dismissed without a hitch.

Unfortunately, that was one of the very few times things went smoothly today.

Your second class was riding lessons. Two relatively new campers managed to offend one of the pegasi and ended up in the infirmary with a few nasty bruises—great, add that report to your stack of paperwork. And cleaning up afterwards was always the worst part. The pegasi liked you, really, but they couldn’t help that they couldn’t groom themselves, especially their wings. As for the pegasus that charged those two kids, you had to put him in the time-out cubicle to calm him down.

The thing about pegasi is, they prefer to roam around, and definitely do not appreciate being put in the time-out cubicle. You were glad you didn’t speak horse like Percy, because – judging by the amount of angry horse noises – you were pretty sure the pegasus thoroughly cussed you out.

Next task: canoeing with the naiads.

A few of the naiads claimed a canoe for themselves, and the kids each broke off into separate teams to take turns racing with the nymphs. A couple Hephaestus kids, determined to win for once, had designed a detachable motor to rig to their canoe—the naiads didn’t seem to mind, so you let them be. It exploded about halfway across the lake. No one got hurt, thankfully, but the canoe was no longer usable. You put the kids who’d built the motor on kitchen duty with the harpies for the rest of the week.

Lunchtime came around, but you were too busy to eat properly, grabbing a single piece of pizza before running off to prep a small section of the woods for a wilderness survival class one of the satyrs were supposed to teach. Apparently, he had fallen asleep and forgotten to prepare everything himself the night before, and you agreed to help him just to stop him from running around you in circles. Getting your feet stomped on by panicked goat hooves? Not so fun.

A couple more mildly disastrous activities and a small pile of reports later, it was time for your favorite routine—dinner, campfire, Cabin Three, and lots of cuddles à la Percy.

At the Dining Pavilion, you practically inhaled your food, as it was the first time you’d had a chance to get a full meal all day. After the void in your stomach had been taken care of, you dragged Percy to the campfire, where you claimed the best seat for roasting marshmallows. As usual, your boyfriend refused to sing a single note.

“Come on, just this one time?” You pleaded. The whole camp was singing The Campfire Song – the unofficial anthem of Camp Half-Blood – a song that the gods surprisingly didn’t take offense to. Singing complaints about your godly parentage was apparently received as a lighthearted joke. Judging by the unusually bright golden color of the flames, you were fairly certain Apollo even enjoyed it.

“You’re the only one here with Poseidon as a dad. We’re dying for you to rhyme something—you should see Cabin Seven, there’s this one part of the wall covered with post-it notes with bets on what you’ll sing. I saw a lyric comparing your dad to Marlin from Finding Nemo, once.” You said. Katie Gardner sang about how she’d gotten a fern in a mason jar for her sixteenth birthday. “I think there’s one for Nico, too, but that’s mostly just Will.”

“If I tried to sing, I’d probably cause an avalanche.” Percy laughed, and kissed you when you tried to say something else. He did that to shut you up sometimes. It was infuriating for sure, but you had to admit it was pretty damn effective.

“One day, Sharkboy,” you promised, giving him a determined grin before leaning in to kiss him again. A few of your siblings whooped in the background, for Katie or to tease you, you didn't know.

“Mm, we’ll see,” your boyfriend muttered, pulling you closer as Travis and Connor Stoll took up the mic.

A few more verses and a couple other songs later, you were back in Percy’s warm bed in Cabin Three. The air had that salty taste like the beach on a cool summer’s night, and the underwater plants and corals that Tyson had brought back from Poseidon’s palace took on a luminescent glow under the moonlight. Percy’s Minotaur horn glinted silver on the wall.

You were completely worn out from the day. Sure, it wasn’t as bad as going on a killer quest, but you were allowed to complain about and tire out from mundane things, too. Percy had to practically carry you from the campfire because you were already half asleep.

But as soon as Percy started to drift off – and therefore started to move towards you, and assemble his blanket burrito – your eyes flew open and you propped yourself up on the bed, effectively disentangling yourself from him. You heard him stir as he felt your warmth disappear.

“Y/N..” Percy whined, his voice gravelly with sleep, as he tried to grab you by the waist to pull you back to him. You swatted his hand away, and he begrudgingly opened his eyes. “What’re you doing?”

“Improvising.” You huffed. There was no way you were going to deal with ‘Percy the Pillow Pillager’ problems tonight. As much as you loved him, you were tired of practically hanging off the edge of the bed.

Putting your hands on one side of Percy’s premature blanket burrito, you rolled him back to his previous spot, making him lie on his back. You then disassembled the sheets to make some room for yourself underneath them. Percy happily let you cuddle into him again. But this time, you quite literally lay on top of him, draping your arm, leg and most of your torso over him and putting your head on his chest.

“You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one,” you stated. “Stay. Put.” You poked him to emphasize each word and felt his chest rumble as he laughed.

“I will,” he promised.

“Mhm.”

You were skeptical, but you felt too warm and comfortable to care much. If you got tossed off the bed in the middle of the night, that was a future-you problem.

You felt Percy kiss the top of your head as you drifted into sleep.

[watermelonlovershigh]

"Do you love me?" {part. 10} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

In Sickness and in Health {part. 9} (housemate!harry series)

AN: at this point idk where to go from here. they'd shared their feelings, started a relationship, and now, dropped the L bomb. so if you'd like, send me some ideas in my inbox for something you'd like to see housemate!h and reader do.

This story contains: slight angst, couch sex, riding cock, mentions of female dominance, love making, dropping the L bomb, happy crying

{ housemate!harry - boyfriend!harry - softrry - teacher!h }

word count- 2,423

All week, Harry has noticed a difference in your demeanor, and by Friday, it's finally revealed to him why you've been acting so strange.

All week, Harry's been aware of a shift in your demeanor. You've been giving him peculiar glances and have been a bit short with him on a few different occasions. He's uncertain if he's done something to upset you or said something that may have accidentally offended you. Ever since Monday night, when you fell asleep after taking care of him all day while he had that stomach virus, you haven't been acting the same.

The thing is, you haven't purposely been acting out of the ordinary, but upon hearing Harry accidentally say he loves you whilsts succumbing to sleep, you can't help but react. You've been wanting to discuss it with him on several different occasions this week, but the right moment has yet to come. As you've said before, the last thing you want is to embarrass him or bring up the topic for him to deny his true feelings towards you just yet.

Harry became aware of your unusual behavior when he awoke on Tuesday morning, finding his head resting upon your chest. Gradually awakening to the sight of the sunrise, he traced his fingers along your arm, connecting your freckles like a dot-to-dot game. As you stirred from his gentle touch, the recollection of his words from the previous night flooded your mind, causing your body to tense up and prompting Harry to sit up and ask if something was wrong.

"Nope, nu-hu, nothing's wrong. Just gotta pee, is all." you spoke before jumping out of bed without making any eye contact with him. It left Harry laying in bed, confused. The day before, you were super nurturing, taking care of his sick self. Now he wondered if you're suddenly scared you'd catch his virus, or maybe you already have. Which he prayed you didn't.

On Wednesday, after his first day back at work post-recovery from the virus, Harry noticed you cooking at the stove while listening to Fleetwood Mac on the kitchen speakers. After setting down his teachers satchel and keys, he sneaked up behind you and hugged you from behind. Surprised by his sudden appearance, you cried out, "Harry, don't scare me like that. You almost gave me a heart attack." and not in a playful tone either.

Upon noticing your real distress, he promptly apologized for unintentionally frightening you, expressing remorse for his sudden actions. "M'sorry, baby. Didn't realize it'd scare you that much. Just wanted to hug my girlfriend while she's makin' us a delicious lookin' dinner." He then backed away with a frown and headed out of the kitchen to take a shower.

Later that night, you apologized for shouting at him, to which Harry readily accepted. And by readily accepted, you mean he chose to fuck you for the first time since overcoming his sickness, technically the second time overall. He had you on all fours, fucking you from behind, on the living room couch. He can now check fucking you on the couch off his imaginary list.

During your bedtime routine on Thursday, you came across a heavenly sight: Harry lying in your bed, wearing his reading glasses, deeply engrossed in a book. The image of him being so hot yet nerdy ignited a strong desire within you, prompting you to act upon it without hesitation. Although he was initially taken aback, he swiftly set his book aside and granted you permission to proceed as you pleased. You kissed his lips until your mouth was sore, and grinded back and forth over his clothed cock until you came from that alone.

After you had came, both of you swiftly discarded your remaining clothes and you rode his cock with a sense of urgency. Harry couldn't help but notice your dominant demeanor. He knew you were a switch from you confessing it during that rated R card game a few weeks back, but witnessing it firsthand aroused him more than he cared to admit.

When Friday arrived, Harry still had a feeling that something was being hidden from him, yet he attempted to dismiss it. Maybe it was just his imagination making it up. After ordering your typical Friday night Chinese take-out and watching a film, you both headed to bed. You asked whether Harry wanted to sleep in his room or yours, and he selected yours, mentioning that he enjoyed the scent of your perfume that lingered on your bed sheets.

Knowing that it was getting late and you were both incredibly tired, Harry had no intentions of starting anything sexual. Nevertheless, when you intertwined your fingers in his hair to pull him closer to you, he couldn't resist rolling over your body and softly kissing down your neck. This time, it felt different compared to the previous occasions this week, except for your first sexual encounter on Sunday. His actions were unhurried and cautious, almost as if expressing his love for you without words.

As he reached the waistband of your shorts, you shook your head in disagreement, understanding his intentions to eat you out but not wanting that at the moment. Although the thought was enticing, it wasn't what you craved at this particular moment. You only desired him inside you. "Nu-hu, not now. Just want you inside me."

Harry nodded, indicating he understood, and proceeded to climb back up your body. He smoothly slid off his briefs as you pulled down your panties, which disappeared beneath the covers. With Harry's assistance, you raised your shirt off your upper body, and he casually tossed it onto the floor for handling later. Leaning down, he pressed his naked body tightly against yours and whispered, "Do you need any lube or foreplay? Wanna make sure I don't hurt you." Undoubtedly, he is a very thoughtful man.

"No, I'm good. I'm wet enough, promise." you replied, assuring Harry that you were already wet. He believed you and proceeded to reach down and grip his erect cock. After a few strokes, he positioned it at your moist entrance. You really could get wet fairly quickly, especially when the right person was the one turning you on. As he began to enter you, you let out a quiet gasp and held onto his back even tighter than before.

Gradually, Harry inched closer until your pelvic bones made contact, allowing him to rest on top of you. He positioned his head against your shoulder and positioned his knees on either side of your hips, before he gently withdrew and smoothly moved forward with his initial thrust. When you got a desire for clitoral stimulation, you wrapped your legs around his hips and moved upwards, subtly rocking your clit into his trimmed mound. That caught Harry's attention, sparking an idea to come into his mind.

"Y/n, you still have that suction vibrator, right?"

Out of breath from his continuous strokes, you answered, "Yeah...... why?" You have used your vibrators during sex before but rarely. Especially with one-night stands because most men felt emasculated when you brought out your toys to help you along. But Harry, when he found out you had vibrators that time he had to retrieve your medicine from your nightstand drawer, he's been excited to see them in use ever since.

Pausing momentarily, Harry sat up and reached for the drawer of your bedside table. Upon opening it, he carefully searched until he found what he was seeking, paying no mind to the purple dildo he hoped you'll use on him someday. As you turned your head, you observed Harry holding your pink clit sucking vibrator. In the dimly lit room, he pressed the power button and brought it down to stimulate your clit.

He had no experience using this type of vibrator on a woman, so by using context clues he assumed that you position the suction cup part over the woman's clitoris. While that's accurate, Harry was unaware that the suction becomes less effective the harder you press down. You reached down to guide him, lifting his hand slightly. "Lightly press down or I won't feel it as much. Just let it sit over my clit and the suction will do its job."

Raising his gaze, Harry's expression turned into an embarrassed smile, as if he should have been aware of that fact. However, as he leaned down again, he soon realized that managing to hold the vibrator against you while also maintaining a consistent thrusting motion would not be easy. "Let me hold it in place," you suggested when you realized his dilemma.

Speaking softly your ear, Harry asked, "Are you sure?" He typically disliked it when the women he slept with had to pleasure themselves during sex, wanting to be the one giving all the pleasure. But what he needed to understand was that sometimes, teamwork can make the dream work.

"Yeah, just focus on fucking me." and that he did. But his actions were far from what one might label as 'fucking'. His thrusts were unhurried yet firm, displaying remarkable precision. He kept his chest pressed against yours, while his hand tenderly held your unoccupied hand against your pillow. The intensity of the moment was so profound that it almost resembled "love making". However, the question remained: does he genuinely love you, or was his previous statement a mere accident in his feverish delusions? The not knowing is eating you up inside.

Several minutes passed of Harry gently thrusting in and out of your cunt while you held onto the vibrator that was stimulating your clit, nestled between your bodies. Your neck was damp from Harry's heavy breathing against your skin, and your hands were moist from the tight grip they held with each others. As his long cock rubbed against your g-spot during each thrust and the vibrator worked its magic on your clit, you could feel your orgasm approaching swiftly.

"Harry, baby, m' gonna come."

Harry held you tighter and replied, "Go ahead, baby. Come f' me." With his confirmation that you technically didn't even need, your orgasm crashed down on your body in one of the biggest releases of your life.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you moaned as your clit pulsated inside the suctioning head and your walls fluttered around Harry's shaft. Your legs shook and your hand left Harry's to grab onto his smooth back, trying to press him impossibly close to you. The orgasm was so intense that you didn't even realize you had tears streaming down your face. And Harry's orgasm soon followed yours.

His thrusts became uncoordinated as his body started to shake and it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Spurts of his come shot out his dick and filled your pussy up, making you all warm inside. Once both of your orgasms had started to leave, you quickly removed your vibrator from your overly sensitive clit and tossed it to the side. You wrapped your legs around Harry's waist again, as if you were afraid he'd get up and leave you.

Harry's face stayed nestled between your shoulder and neck until he perceived what sounded like a muffled cry coming from you. Sitting up straight, he looked down with a concerned look written all over his face. "My love, what's the matter? Why'r you cryin'?" he inquired, afraid he may have accidentally hurt you.

You glanced up with watery eyes, knowing what the two of you did felt different from typical sex but wondered if Harry felt the same too. You wondered if Harry felt the love that poured from you minutes ago and truly felt the same. You had to know. You're tired of ignoring the fact he told you he loved you a few nights ago, though he doesn't remember.

With a wobbly lip, you asked, "Do you love me?"

Harry's breath caught in his throat, startled by your question. "Baby, why're you...."

You cut him off to repeat, "Do you love me? Because the other night, the night you were sick, you accidently said, "I love you". But you were on the cusp of sleep and never brought it back up, so all week I've just assumed you didn't realize what you'd said and didn't mean it. Now though, after the sex we just had, that didn't feel like just sex to me. It may have to you, but to me, it felt like what love making is and now I'm questioning everything again, and, and..."

With a gentle laugh, Harry moved closer until his forehead met yours, his gaze slightly unfocused. "Y/n, m' gonna be completely honest with you. While I may not recall confessin' my love for you the other night, it doesn't change the fact that I meant every word of it. I love you, I have loved you for a long time, even before we transitioned from friends to somethin' more. I was simply waitin' for the perfect moment to express my feelings. It seems my sleepy mind beat me to it." he lazily smiled, still very much inside you, just soft by now.

Harry now comprehend the situation much better. Throughout the entire week, he had a feeling that something was off with your behavior, but he couldn't identify the exact difference. Now that he realized it originated from his unintentional confession of love to you the other night, without any memory of it himself, everything is falling into place. However, he does regret not expressing his love for you in a more memorable way, one that he would actually recall.

A soft sob escaped your throat, not from sadness but from relief. Harry loved you, he really loved you. Though technically he didn't mean to say it when he did, he still meant those three words and knowing that has you very emotional. "I'm sorry, I'm just..... really happy. I love you too." Harry wrapped his arms around your upper body tightly, holding you as close to him as possible.

Mummering against your skin, Harry whispered, "Don't ever apologize for cryin', baby. It's alright. I've got you. M' also very happy you love me back, otherwise this would have turned awkward."

After now having confessed your love for one another, consciously this time, you laid in peace on this Friday night, knowing how Harry truly felt about you. And Harry, he can also rest in peace knowing where your behavior this week stemmed from. Plus, you reacting positively to his confessions of love for you. The future for the two of you is looking very bright and you hope nothing gets in your way.

(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITING IS NOT EASY AND IT'S FREE SO JUST DO IT)

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My Masterlist Masterpost

Drunk Fighting and Forgiveness {part. 11}

[deeppenguinstudent]

Andrew and Jean brainrot friendship is hitting HARD and it sucks because there's barely any content for them!! So I'll just make my own hcs☺️☺️☺️

hc that when cat teaches Jean how to cook, he learns how to make popular french sweets and gives them to renee the next she visits. Andrew sneaks a sweet and is absolutely enamoured by it that he decides to make Jean his own personal sweet chef

hc that during a night at edens when usc tags along with the Foxes for a celebration. a creepy guy tries sits uncomfortably close to Jean so Andrew nudges himself between the two and practically drawls himself on Jean to prevent the man from even so much as looking at him.

hc that jean and Andrew shit talk about Neil and Kevin's love for exy behind their backs because they find them reassessing a match right after they win the championship.

hc that renee sometimes asks andrew to look after Jean when andrew follows Neil to california to lollygag around and to check up on Jean from time to time and andrew obliges bc he knows Jean is extremely important to all the people he loves most.

hc that when Jean has panic attacks or nightmares the first person he dials is andrew because they both just need someone who understands what they went through sometimes. someone who's experienced the shitty life they were dealt with just in different ways.

hc that they both smoke in parks and talk about nothing and everything just for the sake of it.

hc that jean tells Andrew stuff that no one knows about him because he's just easy to talk to. And Andrew's surprised because that's the first time anyone has ever said that about him

hc that Neil and Andrew force Jean and Kevin into therapy together because they both just need to be okay and they need to heal from whatever evermore put them thru.

hc that the only person Jean ever told of his feelings about kevin to was Andrew. the only person he trusts with that secret he harboured so tightly in the Nest was Andrew.

hc that none of the foxes or usc (except Neil and renee perhaps) understand Andrew or Jeans sudden friendship but it is welcomed. especially how Andrew becomes softer after looking after Jean and how Jean allows his guards to go down when he's next to Andrew.

hc that Andrew gives Jean a knife and shows him how to use it in case he needs to stall so someone can save him.

hc that both Andrew and Jean discuss about literature and make so many nuance remarks about it that's its like their secret language. also Andrew and Jean translating literature in their own languages to eachother so the translation of the literature does not get lost in meaning.

hc that Renee Andrew and Jean go cafe hopping as they recall on things that happen in the past month to eachother sipping on drinks and eating crepes like normal highschoolers.

hc that Kevin sometimes invite Jean for night practices but after some time Jean opts to hang with Andrew in silence instead of playing Exy like a maniac.

hc that Andrew allows casual touches between him and Jean because he knows its what grounds Jean. How sometimes when they are alone he allows Jean to sit close to him, allow Jean tap his fingers absentmindedly on Andrew.

hc that after Jean's graduation he pulls Andrew into a real hug. Something unexpected for both of them but they both just need it. Jean uncharacteristically thanks Andrew and Andrew acknowledges it with a relenting nod.

hc that after Jean tells Andrew about his encounters at the Nest Andrew gets so angry. He gets so angry that during practice the next day he swings all the balls away from the goal with such power that even Kevin questions his sudden lack of apathy.

hc that jean constantly drives down his trauma and Andrew tells him to shut the fuck up everytime he does

hc that betsy hears about Andrew speaking on Jean and gives him advice on how to help Jean

can someone pls hear me on them oh my god

[thelov3lybookworm]

I’ve been loving Lucien lately too! I have a request but I’m not sure how to word it so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense. 😅

The reader and Lucien have a child. The reader is from the night court (possibly Rhys’ sister) and is away. Lucien panics through the bond because the child has suddenly developed night court powers and he doesn’t know what to do. Like maybe they keep making themself disappear into darkness or something. 😂

Dreams and screams.

Summary: Y/n's mate is about to have a panic attack due to their daughter creating chaos.

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A/n: it does make sense, don't worry darling. Also, I love your brain so much for this brilliant idea, I adore the idea so much 😏❣️Also, this has no right to be this funny😂. Oh poor Lucien 💀

Also, I was thinking of posting a sneak peek, but the fic was done, and I didn't want to keep anyone waiting, so here it is.

Enjoy! ❣️

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A wave of panic slammed into Y/n from the other side of the bond, making her suck in a sharp breath.

What the hell?

Her brother looked up from stirring his cup of tea, his mouth open mid sentence. He frowned.

"You okay?"

"I don't know–" She cut off as a relief emanated from the other side of the golden string connecting her to her mate.

Rhys nodded solemnly. "Makes sense." And then the bastard went right back to stirring his tea.

She gaped at him. "You– piece of–" Another wave of panic made her gasp, and she was stopped from the pleasure of calling him a very inappropriate name.

He grinned, glancing at her. "Is it Lucien?"

She nodded, rubbing at her chest, feeling a little relaxed before panic again gripped her.

What the hell is going on?

"He seems panicked."

Rhys furrowed his brows. "Do you think it's something about Astrid?"

"It could be." While they spoke, the sudden bursts of panic and relief continued.

"Are you going then?" He asked as she stood up. She nodded. He pouted but she simply kissed his cheek, hoping to get back to Day Court. He stood too before placing a peck on her forehead, pulling her in for a hug and squeezing her tightly.

"We'll meet soon. I'm so sorry." He shook his head, letting her know it was alright as she sprinted out the door.

Y/n had been visiting her brother for their monthly family meeting, where she spent some time alone with Rhys before Lucien, with their daughter Astrid and the inner circle joined them for dinner. Lucien had a lot of work to do, hence he only joined them for dinner, and her daughter, being her father's daughter, was always stuck to his side, wherever he went, even tagging along to court meetings.

Y/n didn't mind.

She rushed through the gates of the Palace in Day court, only able to winnow in front of them due to the wards around the place.

All the time that she was trying to get to her chambers as fast as possible, she continued to wonder what might be going on. The Royal chambers, where she and her mate lived with their daughter, was just a huge room with different rooms attached. One was their daughters room, one for the two of them, a library and an office for Lucien.

She opened the door to her daughter's room, poking her head in.

There she found the father and daughter in the middle of what she could only describe as chaos. The state of the room almost gave her a panic attack.

Astrid seemed to be crying as Lucien crouched in front of her, gripping her face in his large hands as he tried to calm her down.

At the sound of the door opening, Lucien glanced up, a relieved expression crossing his face. Astrid also noticed, and she started crying again, running up to Y/n as she stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Mama–" Astrid hiccuped, clinging to the front of Y/n's dress. "I am a very bad girl." She continued sobbing.

Saying Y/n was confused would be an understatement.

"Why would you say that?" Y/n glanced up at Lucien, who sighed.

"She seems to have inherited your daemati powers, as well as winnowing."

Y/n grinned, a sudden feeling of happiness and pride spreading through her for her daughter. But she needed to calm Astrid first before she thought more about it.

"How does that make you a bad girl my love?" She questioned, trying to get out of Astrid's grip so she could pick the four year old. But children seemed to have the best grip, as Astrid didn't budge.

"I hurt daddy!" She wailed, clinging harder onto Y/n's skirts.

Y/n looked at Lucien questioningly, and he shook his head slightly.

He walked forward, caressing Astrid's head and pressing a kiss to his mate's cheek before whispering in her ear. "She's been winnowing random objects and her toys around the room without noticing it, and one of her toys hit me in the head. She thinks I got hurt. She's also been screaming random stuff in my head, like cookies and chocolate and candies."

Y/n had to force her laugh down at her mate's tired state. He looked thoroughly worn out. Poor guy.

Y/n finally managed to get out of Astrid's death grip on her legs, and knelt in front of the little girl. "Baby, I didn't think you hurt daddy. It's okay."

Lucien also went to his knees next to his mate, wiping at the fat tears rolling down Astrid's round cheeks.

"You did not hurt me, my little sunshine. You always say daddy is very strong, right?" As he spoke, he slowly tugged Astrid closer, which she didn't seem to realise as she went, sniffing and rubbing at her eyes, nodding along.

"Daddy did not get hurt, I promise." He tugged her into his chest, placing a kiss on her little head, and Y/n's heart swelled with love. The two of them were adorable together, especially because of the size difference. Lucien seemed like a giant in comparison to Astrid, and him being so gentle with her made her happy.

Astrid glanced up at her father, her eyes going wide, her lips parting in awe when he smiled at her.

DADDY'S SO STRONG. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Y/n winced as she heard Astrid's voice screaming that in her head. Her voice was so loud that it penetrated the thick walls around Y/n's mind. She glanced at Lucien, who barely hid his wince, giving her a knowing look. Y/n grinned.

"Darling, how about we go to sleep?"

"No mommy, I want to play with daddy."

"Daddy has work to do. How about we go to sleep, then we can play with daddy whe you wake up?"

Astrid shook her head, but when Lucien said the same thing, asking her to sleep, she reluctantly agreed.

When Astrid and Y/n were settled in bed and Lucien had taken a seat next to the bed, Y/n began explaining to their little girl what was happening.

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"So you see, your powers are developing. You will have to learn how to control them, and when you do that, you will become powerful and strong. Just like mommy and daddy."

The little girl stared up at her mother with wide eyes, gripping onto the blanket that was on her chest tightly. "Really?"

Y/n smiled and pressed a kiss onto her head. "Really. Now, I want you to go to sleep so you can be rested and relaxed when you wake up, and then you and I can start your lessons on controlling your powers. Is that okay?"

"Yes mommy!" Astrid squealed happily. Mere moments later, she was already drifting off, the uncontrolled use of her untested magic having taken a toll on her little body.

Y/n smiled at Lucien, getting up and walking closer to where he sat.

"It'll be a long journey teaching her." Lucien mumbled, pulling Y/n into his lap.

"It will be." She glanced at Astrid to make sure she was asleep. "Maybe it would be better if we got a teacher for her. They might be able to teach her better."

Lucien immediately shut the idea down. "No. What if the teacher we get for ther is strict and makes Astrid cry? What if they hit her? No. No teacher."

Y/n laughed at her mate. He truly was a protective father, at times unreasonably so. Looking at him scared about a teacher made her wonder what he would do when their daughter started taking lovers. It would only be a matter of time till then, and it would surely give Y/n a headache.

But for now, she would enjoy what she had, and try not to complain too much.

Suddenly, a image of the three of them playing in the largest and most beautiful garden in the palace flashed through her mind, and one look at Lucien gave her the confirmation she needed. He was seeing the same thing she was seeing.

Astrid was dreaming, and she was sharing the image with her parents unconsciously.

Y/n shook her head, grinning.

It certainly would be a long journey.

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[rotdistressxox]

Hi... can i ask a little thing?

I dont know if you do this but...

Pleaseeee can you write something about mountain x reader x aether?

I was thinking about a lil fic but choose whatever you feel inspired to do (sfw and/or nsfw, i dont care at all)

(If you dont like poly trio can be at least mounty x reader? He's a little giant puppy, i would cuddle 🥰 him all day if he was real...)

Oooo today's your lucky dayyy

A Spring's Soft Greeting

Mountain x Reader x Aether

Established relationship (Poly) No Warnings! Just lots o' fluff / kissing n stuff

The air was crisp just as it was gentle when the ministry's willow tree swayed with the breeze. Though one could still feel a chill when the wind blew, the sun was warm and comforting. Blanketing the green grass and the wildflowers as their colors reached their peak. Spring was here, finally.

Aether and Mountain had planned this day with you for weeks. They made sure the weather was perfect, even going so far as to cast a few good weather charms. The Ghouls and the Sibling's of Sin had off from their duties today, and nothing would ever get in the way of their perfect picnic Mountain and Aether had planned for you.

Aether was carrying two hefty baskets of dishes and food. A ghouls' gotta eat. Meanwhile mountain had flowers hidden behind his back. With a pep in their step, they headed over to the Willow tree where you said you'd meet them. And there you were in all your beauty.

You were sitting on a checkered blanket, sunning yourself with a hat over your face. They smiled and picked up their speed as they approached you. Though they were thinking about catching you off guard. Aether gently set down the picnic baskets, the of them got on their knees and crawled towards you. Their tails flicking in anticipation.

They sprung at you, attacking your face with kisses on both sides. "Guys!" You shouted in surprise as they sandwiched you into a hug. "Hey Love" Aether purred in your ear, his sideburns tickling your face.

"Hello my handsomes, glad you showed up" you sat up from your position, a little dazed after the sneak attack. Mountain held a bouquet of flowers under your nose. It was clearly a fresh batch, hand picked by the ghoul himself. Gasping, you give him a giant smooch on his nose and he chuckles.

The day was spent lounging on the blanket and eating whatever Aether brought along with him. Everything was perfect, down to a dot. It was moments like this that you had to take a step back and feel the world around you. Nobody made you feel as loved as Mountain and Aether did. They were similar, yet very different, and they enjoyed eachothers company as much as they do yours.

Spring was around now, which means the ghouls were as cuddly and lovey dovey as ever. Their moods changed with the seasons, and in warmer climates the ghouls certainly prospered.

With a full stomach, you rested your back on the blanket, looking at the branches of the Willow tree. The two ghouls joined you, squishing you between them. "What's up beautiful?" Mountain chimed into your thoughts, taking your hand and kissing it.

"I can't wait to go skinny dipping" Aether almost choked on his spit when you replied. "How blunt" Mountain laughed "I get to join you, right?"

"Duh!" You looked at Aether with a smirk "You're also invited if you want." The quint grinned "How could I refuse?"

With Mountain and Aether tucked into both of your sides, you couldn't help but blush. Mountain had his tail wrapped around your leg with his head next to yours. While Aether had his head resting on your stomach, his strong arms relaxed around your hips.

The quint ghoul slightly lifted your blouse and left small pecks on your stomach, and the earth ghoul decided to join in. He lightly suckled on your neck, and all of a sudden it was kinda like you had two cats giving you affection.

"So warm" Aether mumbled into your abdomen face first. "So soft" Mountain said into the skin of your nape. You massaged Aethers scalp and placed your palm on Mountain's cheek.

"You two are very touchy today" you commented, but it certainly wasn't a complaint.

Aether detatched his face "It's not our fault, you're just-" "irresistible" Mountain finished. "Took the words right outta my mouth"

You sighed "Just don't do too much, we don't want to give the others a show"

"And why not?" Aether pouted.

Mountain chuckled and rubbed the quint's head "If anyone here is needy it's you." Aether face planted back into your stomach, groaning as his tail swished around.

"Don't tell me it's that time of the year" You sat up on your elbows, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked at him.

His tail fell and he looked up at you "Well-"

[the-travelling-witch]

hello miss witch, i have a question for you if you don't mind c:

i've read about that sweet ask left by the snowflake anon and then the compliments (?) from another anon about that work with scara ending up late because of morning kisses and cuddles

this actually had me wondering how would the anemo boys react to a sudden sneak attack consisting in kisses all over their faces, no spot/inch left untouched

if you need an example, this one: aether is minding his own business, maybe sketching a new tattoo idea, or drawing for fun, or doing whatever maybe while sitting, and his sweet lil partner comes behind him, engulfing him in a warm hug before leaving numerous (very numerous, almost too many one could say) kisses and smooches all over his face, so many that no inch is left untouched: cheeks, cheekbones, eyes, forehead, temples, nose, lips as the final touch, before stopping satisfied and go back to whatever this partner was doing before this sudden love shower, their lover boy probably short circuited by this

no need to answer at all or for all the boys if you don't feel like it, it was just a curiosity that came to mind c:

have a nice day, miss witch

hi there, i never mind asks about the modern au, i just might not answer requests for drabbles immediately bc i need to be in the right mood to write more than a few paragraphs for a specific scenario :>

i won’t write for all of them bc i have a lot of requests for the modern au (and that’s considering i don’t actually take requests) but modern! aether needs more love <3

warning: a little suggestive at the end (or you could just get your mind out of the gutter hshsh)

holly's modern au masterlist || holly’s modern au tag

Aether’s sketchbook lay discarded on the coffee table, having to make room for you to scoot into the place it previously occupied. With his hands now free to hold you, you could easily rest your head on your boyfriend’s slowly rising and falling chest.

Catching up on a show you were watching together, your hands were tangled in the ends of Aether’s long hair, the blond strands soft but still showing some of the colour that had washed out over time. 

When the show hit a bit of a sag in tension and nothing really happened to move the plot further, your gaze landed on the empty mugs in front of you and you untangled your legs from Aether’s to push yourself up.

But your decision to grab new drinks was delayed as you glanced down at your boyfriend underneath you, looking ethereal with his golden hair splayed around him like a molten halo, his bright eyes focusing on you at your movement.

“Hm, what are you-“

His breath hitched as you leant down to plant a soft kiss against his temple, his skin warm and smooth against your lips. Not able to resist, you trailed more kisses over his temple, all over his cheeks dimpling with his smile, his melodic giggles floating through your living room until you reached the corner of his mouth.

You attacked his nose next, simultaneously pushing the loose strands of his hair behind his ear with the hand not used to support yourself, just so you could flutter a swarm of butterfly kisses over his pierced ears.

The skin underneath the pad of your thumb grew steadily hotter as you caressed the arch of his cheekbone, your lips busy mapping out the path from behind his ears, over his jaw and down his throat. 

By now his heart beat was thumping faster against your chest than before and you know Aether was trying to control his breathing, only to be betrayed by his own shaky exhale. He swallowed hard as you lingered over the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder, before continuing south as far as the collar of his shirt would let you.

As you sat up on your knees between his legs, you studied your boyfriend’s flushed face, seeing how his brain tried to catch up to what happened just now, his fingers twitching without his arms complying to bring them any closer to you.

“I’m getting up to get new drinks, of course,” you cheekily answered his previous question, moving to unfold your legs from underneath yourself and slinging them over the edge of the couch. 

Aether mumbled something under his breath as you stood up and you urged him to repeat himself, louder this time. There was more clarity in his eyes when you looked back at him, subconsciously licking his lips.

“I said, didn’t you forget somewhere?” The question was airy in the delicate atmosphere, as if any more force could shatter the bubble you found yourself in, where only him and you existed.

Pretending to contemplate for a moment, you agreed with a grin but didn’t bend down over his mouth. Instead you quickly lifted the hem of his shirt and your lips made contact with the cool metal of his belly button piercing, giving it more attention than the others before. With your hand splayed on his warm stomach, you could feel the sharp intake of air under your colder fingertips and you followed his skin relentlessly before letting up with a smirk.

Satisfied with the state you left your boyfriend in, you turned towards the kitchen to actually fetch new drinks but the action left Aether outside your field of vision. 

So, when his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, a surprised gasp left your lips and you were quickly spun back towards your couch and flipped over to have your back meet the couch cushions.

Perhaps with your boyfriend now hovering over you and his blond hair tickling the side of your face, it was a good moment to remember how unassumingly agile he was.

There was a competitive sparkle in his eyes as a grin playfully curled around his lips and you closed your eyes when he leant down to mirror your actions. But instead of starting from your temple like you did, the featherlight touch of his soft lips against your earlobe sent a shiver down your spine as he whispered to you.

“It’s my turn now, beautiful.”

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[sparklingsin]

Thinking about Steve sneaking over to your place in the middle of the night bc he just needs to kiss you 🥺

afterglow

— steve x gn!reader | blurb, fluff, suggestive themes | this is ...something sgshhd but ty for sending this in, bb! leave it upto me to turn something cute into something low-key smutty

The midnight moon is high outside your bedroom window; a slight breeze lifting the curtain every now and then. Your eyes flutter briefly, feeling heavy with sleep.

To your absolute horror, a hand sticks out over your window sill just then, and your body freezes, chill seeping into your bones.

You wait, unable to move, as the hand pulls up a body behind it, the silhouette of a large man leaping right into your room and you try to scream, but the sound dies in your throat.

"Baby— ," Steve's unmistakable voice cuts through the air and your react fast, sending a pillow through the air at him.

"Steve Harrington, you gave me a fucking heart attack!" you shout in a heated whisper, as Steve's soft oomph sounds from his shadowed silhouette. Only then does he turn towards you, the moonlight dousing his profile in a harsh white; his fluffy hair sticks out in all directions, a bomber jacket is carelessly thrown over his night clothes and he looks downright cuddlable.

You flick the lampshade on.

"There you are," Steve whispers, throwing himself on your bed and pulling himself upto where you're resting under the warm blankets.

"It's past midnight, Steve," you blink, disbelieving. Now that you've got the heart attack out of the way, you can't quite believe your boyfriend's in your room at half past one.

"Sorry I scared ya," he coos, pulling you into his arms and squeezing you in a brone-crushing hug.

"But— how— wh—huh?" you mumble, as he presses a kiss to your cheek and buries his face in your neck.

"I was missing you," he murmurs into your skin, and although you're still shocked, you soften at the desperation in his rasp.

"You were thinking of me so late?" you ask suggestively, smiling into his hair and press a kiss into the volume.

"Yeah, I missed you and I really wanted to kiss you," he says, nonchalant, looking up and pressing his lips to yours. It's tender and gentle— Steve's always tender and gentle at first— yet full of want, and his tongue glides over your lips as you melt into his arms.

"Missed me and wanted to kiss me," you murmur against his lips, when you break for air.

"Quite the poet, aren't ya?"

Steve pouts and you stifle a chuckle.

"Quit bullying. I drove all the way from home in the dead of the night for you," he muses, pecking the corner of your lower lip.

"Because you wanted to kiss me. It was purely for selfish reasons," you retort, trying to hide the smile twitching at your lips.

Steve quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Oh?" He seems to ask and you wait for him to say something quippy.

Steve seems to, however, have other plans.

"So when I do this," he begins, pushing you further into the bed with his body and attaching his lips to your neck, "—it's for selfish reasons."

There's a rush in his movements, a sudden surge that makes heat flash across your body. Like he'd come here with a purpose.

Maybe he had.

"And when I do this," he trails his lips upwards, up the curve your neck, his hands gliding down your sides— pads of his thumbs pushing up the hem of your t-shirt, so that your breath hitches in your throat, "—I do it only for me."

Steve sucks at the soft spot behind your ear and your eyes flutter shut, a soft groan escaping your lips.

"Steve," you whisper despite yourself, hands curling around his hair.

Steve moves, shifting downwards again, "And when I do this," he quips in a throaty whisper, dragging the blanket off of you. There's a drowning heat in his eyes and suddenly, the chilly, crisp winter air is aflame all around you.

"—I do it for me?" he whispers innocently, breath hot and fanning over your suddenly aching core. His eyes are dark in the amber glow of your room and you can't, for the life of you, think of an appropriate reply.

It's hours later, that you find the answer to his question; he's lying beside you with pink, swollen lips and messy hair, a proud, satisfactory smile stretched across his pretty face that only widens when your aching, blissed out body clings to his.

It definitely was only for him.

[astermagne-but-genshin]

More hcs as I procastinate work

That bird that hangs across the back of Dottore? Oh yeah, Dottore can use technology to see through the bird’s ‘eyes’. Like Bluetooth (although admit it it’s probably called BlueEye swhitedragon) , Dottore can pair things either to himself or his mask- no one’s going to be able to surprise attack him from behind (ignore the earlier screenshots of me sneaking up on him, that’s his blindspot shh )

Columbina sleep talks. Which is fine on its own.. if it weren’t for her responding to others and having ‘conversations’, where the other harbingers can’t tell if she’s sleeping or not. Her sleep talk is either misinformation, talk about other worlds, or ..very concerning, traumatizing, stuff.

Columbina cuts Dottore’s and his segment’s hair. Dottore sent a segment to her to get a hair cut as a punishment, it turned out really well , and the next day she found about 40 or so segments wanting a haircut as well

Pantalone will accept sudden hugs from Columbina.

Pantalone won’t accept sudden hugs from Dottore and will punch him in the face . Or he will side step and make him trip. He now has another reason to charge the other 10,000 Mora. 5,000 for an attempted hug.

Pantalone’s study is very comfy. He has those large Italian leather plush one- person couches, the ones where you just sink into. Columbina comes into his office to take naps occasionally. Arlecchino may have ‘rested her eyes’ once or twice for a few minutes. Pantalone doesn’t mind, they’re quite and don’t bother him. There’s no distractions.

Dottore is not allowed to sleep on the couch . 20,000 Mora per nap.

Some segments are not allowed to touch the couch

One or two segments are nice enough and on Pantalone’s good side, they are allowed to rest on the couch. They have Couch Privileges. For up to half hour, that is. (Though if one happens to fall asleep he won’t bother them 🤫😌)

Dottore is perfectly capable of creating machines, medicine, gods, and even life itself. This also means he is perfectly capable of replicating and reproducing Mora. However. None of the Dottores have come to that realization.

Some of the segments occasionally work as mechanics and handymen for the harbingers. The majority are tech savvy , and inadvertently make Pierro feel bad .

Capitano knits. Columbina takes in the occasional bird and Capitano makes hats for them.

Columbina does not like most cats. This is mostly due to either Sandrone or Dottore making a realisitc cat with laser eyes that acted strangely and dangerously suddenly without warning. However if she sees and watches a cat being very sweet and friendly with another harbinger , she might come closer, and maybe, just maybe, try to pet it. She loves how soft they are .

As someone who hums and sings softly when I’m very stressed or very sad / in mourning , I Hc columbina to be the same way

Pantalone is VERY good at throwing knives and darts. So is Pierro . I can see Pierro doing that one scene with Gomez Adams and the dart board.

Pierro does not find Columbina scary or concerning in the way other might do when she speaks. He just assumes this is how the younger generation speaks this way. Arlecchino feels the same way on occasion . Of course, this makes the other harbingers more scared of Pierro with his nonchalance when Columbina talks cryptically..

[undercovergamer]

✨Checking a General’s Vibe✨

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Itto jumpscares Gorou with a “vibe check” which gets quite silly! Amazing summary, I know. This one has an abrupt start bc I couldn’t think of anything to write before that. This is probably my shortest fic. Some bite-sized tickle fluff for ya :p

Word count: 1047

“VIBE CHECK!” Gorou jumped in fear from the sudden shout behind him. But his instincts weren’t fast enough to let him turn around or escape, because he was suddenly lifted into the air, letting out a frightened yelp. However, it didn’t take long for him to realize he wasn’t actually in danger, as he recognized the laughing voice. He turned his head to try to look at the culprit.

“Wha-?! ITTO?! W-What are you doing?!” Gorou questioned, still quite shaken from the “attack.”

“Hahahaha! I got you good, didn’t I, lil’ man? Hehehe!” Itto laughed happily as he hugged the general tightly.

“That’s not funny! You scared me! I thought you were an enemy at first…” Gorou replied sadly. He didn’t like getting jumpscared! His ears went down to reflect that.

“Aww, are you ok? I didn’t mean to make you sad... I was just so happy to see you! I’m sorry.” Itto replied, feeling a bit sad that he’d upset his bestie. He hugged the general closer to cheer him up.

“It’s… it’s fine. I’m just relieved I’m not in any real danger, heh. But please, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Gorou replied, trying to sound more playful to lighten the mood.

“Don’t you worry, buddy! I’ll make it up to you right away!” Itto exclaimed, softly petting him on the head. “There there. Hehe!”

Gorou wasn’t expecting that; his ears perked up in surprise. “B-Be careful!”

Itto smiled and started gently rubbing one of his ears. “Is this ok?” He asked, grinning when he noticed Gorou’s tail wagging.

“I- um- I-It’s f-fine.” Gorou always had trouble responding to this type of affection without embarrassing himself.

“Aww! You passed the vibe check, good job!” Itto began gently scratching behind his ear and grinning. “Aww, who’s a good boy? Hehehe!” He teased, giggling as Gorou wagged his tail even more.

“H-How d-dare you!” Gorou’s face blushed red with embarrassment as he covered it with his hands. He didn’t really want to break free, because the headpats felt great, but he couldn’t stand Itto’s teasing. Thank the Archons no one else was in the area!

“S-Stop laughing!” Gorou exclaimed, annoyed at how Itto was behaving.

“I cahahan’t!” Itto replied.

“Come on! I-It’s not that funny!” Gorou whined, trying to push Itto’s hand away from his ears.

“Y-Your tahail! Pfft- ihit’s t-tickling mehehehehe!” Itto exclaimed, giggling himself silly. That’s when Gorou realized his tail had been brushing against Itto’s side the whole time.

“You’re ticklish?!” He could not believe what he was hearing. He never would’ve guessed! …or at least he never would’ve checked!

“Yehahahaha!” Itto was still trying to headpat Gorou despite that little situation.

“W-Well, let me go then! I-I can’t stop my tail if you keep petting me like this…” Gorou was having trouble trying to keep it still, until he realized this was a golden moment to escape the oni’s grasp.

“N-Nah uh, y-you deserve h-head- pfft hehehahahahaha!! Hehehehey nohohoho!!” Itto squeaked, giggling even more as Gorou reached out to tickle his neck and chin.

“Hehe! No way… I’m not stopping until you release me!” Gorou taunted, tickling his ears. The mixed sensations from the hands and the tail made Itto laugh more.

“AhahahahAHAHA!! N-Nahahahahahat thehehehere!! Hahahaha!! Stahahahap!!” Itto laughed, trying to move his head away from Gorou’s tickling hands, struggling to stand up straight and maintain the hug.

“What’s wrong, can’t handle a little tickling? Hehe. I won’t stop unless you let me g-gohohOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Gorou screeched and pulled his arms down when Itto started tickling all over his tummy in retaliation, making him squeal with laughter and kick the air uncontrollably.

“T-Two can play at that game! Hehehe!” Itto giggled as he tickled Gorou to bits, tail still wagging against his side. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“EEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHA!! ITTOHOHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Gorou shrieked, laughing his ass off. It tickled REALLY bad! Damn those nails!

“Aw, what’s wrong? Hehehe, your tail is still wagging! Hahaha! Having fun?” Itto said, now playfully scribbling on and around his bellybutton.

“WAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WAHAHAHAHAIT NAHAHAHAHA!!” Gorou desperately pushed the tickling hand away from him, holding on to Itto’s arm with both hands. “Plehehehehease!!”

“Hahaha! What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out, huuuhh?” Itto teased, playfully wiggling his fingers. “Imma get ya’!”

“Nohohoho!! Ittohoho!! Dohohon’t!! Plehehehease!! I-I’m sorry!” Gorou pleaded, shaking his head and giggling frantically.

“Hahahaha! Wow, you really don’t want me to tickle you, huh?” Itto asked, giggling to himself.

“N-Nohoho! I-I can’t handle it anymore! Hahahaha!” Gorou laughed, trying to keep the tickling claws away from him.

“Hehehe! Imma get ya’!” Itto teased again, wiggling his fingers faster.

“EEK! Nohohoho!! Ittohoho! Plehehehease! Dohohohon’t!!” Gorou giggled and squirmed more, pushing the oni’s arm away with all his might, like his life depended on it.

“Hahaha! Alright, alright, I’ll let up. Sorry pup, hehe. You can chill now! It’s alright.” Itto stopped the playful torment and instead hugged the doggy general real tight, filling the hug with extra love to help him calm down more easily. Itto was still giggling a little bit from the wagging tail.

“Haha.. thanks for stopping. I wasn’t ready for, uh… for t-tickles…” Gorou said after having caught his breath and calmed down.

“Hehe, no problem! I don’t wanna overwhelm you.” Itto said, basically cuddling him at this point. “So uh… should I put you down now?”

“Y-Yes, please.” Gorou replied, giggling to himself. Itto released him from the hug, gently putting him back down and laughing happily.

“That was fun! We should do it again sometime for sure! I-If you want to, I mean.” Itto said, patting Gorou on the head.

Gorou’s face turned red. “I-I guess…” he said, unable to make eye contact due to his own shyness.

“Aww! Your tail is wagging again! That’s so cute!” Itto exclaimed playfully, gently rubbing Gorou’s ears.

“A-Ah- Hey! W-What are you-?!”

“What? Oh, sorry! Should I stop?” Itto withdrew his hands just in case.

“… n-no.” Gorou blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Hehe, alright! More headpats and ear rubs for you, coming right up!”

Itto stayed by Gorou’s side for a while, giving plenty of headpats in the process until he had enough. They had a really nice time together that day. Itto was always really affectionate towards him. It felt nice to receive.

[my0vershareworld]

𝔾𝔼𝕋 𝕆𝔽𝔽 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝔼

Pairing: Szayelaporro Granz, Nnoitra Gilga, Coyote Starrk, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez X GN!Human reader

Genre: Crack, Headcanons, Platonic.

CW: None

Requested by Anon: Hiii can you do headcanons for Szayelaporro,Nnoitra,Starkk,and grimmjow who have a friend that runs to hug them and tackles them like how Nelliel does with ichigo please 🙏🏻:)

A/N: WAHHHH I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH ACTUALLY???

Szayelaporro Granz

he does not like you fucking startles him whenever you hug and tackles him like that. but is not like he mind it.

he just kind of wish you stop but at the same time he kind of don't.

your warm hug gives him some of his most vulnerable moment.

but every time you tackles him specifically from behind..he will fall down to the ground flat on his face most of the time. and you ended up getting him angry at you the whole day.

Nnoitra Gilga

you startles him. badly. he thought an enemy did a sneak attack on him and almost kill you a few time at first.

he always yell at you and tell you to stop every time you tackles him like that.

he don't even know what to do when he's in your bear hug. he wanted to escape yet your warmness and softness of a human skin is making him melt and make his arms weak. he never been treated so soft and tender yet so harsh like this before. he loves yet hates it.

every time you tackles him he'll just try and take you off of him and is pretty easy since..he's tall and a giant compare to you. he'll just pull you off easily like a bug.

he'll just look at you like 😐 whenever you tackles him like that

Coyote Starrk

when you hugged him he just stays in your hug. no matter if you're actually choking him and he can barely breath in your hug. but that's fine.

when you tackles him into a hug he'll just fall flat to the ground. he won't even get up. he just let you hug him on the ground like that.

he likes your warmness when you hug him so he..fall asleep so easily in your hug.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

this man is so on high alert and so fucking animalistic he fucking punch you in the face when you tackles him from behind like that. he does not appreciate that sudden shit. he even call you an idiot for doing that in the first place knowing he's like a wild animal.

when it comes to hug he'll probably try and pry your hands off of him. NO TOUCHY TOUCHY GET OFF OF ME. he's a cat really.

he'll chase you down a few time when you tackles him and scare him too badly.

but when he started to get use to it he still try to pry you off of him every time but he just more soft with the claws prying.

[delopsia]

Drive | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 1,900 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, Anxiety attacks, and Rhett's way of calming you down. That's all there is to this one

It's something that comes on every once in a while.

As random as entering your name into a raffle hat and as jarring as a lightning strike on a bright sunny day. Never something that you plan on or want to happen, but anxiety is an impatient force that waits for nothing and no one. 

Up until now, you'd thought you were okay. It's easy to fall into a trance when you're perched up on these bleachers between Perry and Cecelia, sharing a thick winter blanket as you watch the rodeo drone on. Mesmerized by the barrel riders and their nimble horses and the way golden dirt kicks up into a plume of smoke under the hooves of those bulls. You suppose that's how it managed to sneak up on you, the signs there the whole time but only visible in hindsight. 

All you're sure of is that it's the bickering between mother and son that started turning the wheel. The whisperings, Cecelia's hushed tones of disagreement, and Perry's much louder insistence that all of you take his side on the matter. But it was Royal's sudden barking voice that set you off, loud, exploding from behind you. So jarring and overwhelming that it broke down whatever walls were holding it back.

Now you're here, huddled up in the far corner beneath the bleachers, praying the peace will be enough to calm your racing heart. 

You don't have much choice but to wait it out. Rhett's the one who drove you here, and getting the keys to his truck, unfortunately, requires you to talk to him. Even if you could worm your way past the guys paid to keep the public away from the bull riders during the rodeo, there's no hiding your emotions from Rhett. 

Not Rhett, sweet observant Rhett who can pinpoint exactly how you're feeling just by glancing at you. Talking to Rhett means him figuring out that you're in the middle of shuddering through an attack. The last time this happened, he almost walked away from one of the most important rides of the season because he'd rather lose out on his dream than let you suffer through this alone. 

If you try hard enough, you think you can feel him wrapping around you, holding you close as he guides your head to rest upon his chest, where his heart sings the sweetest lullaby, just for you. But no matter how hard you try, it only feels like hugging a ghost.

This rodeo is too loud for you to conjure up and comfort yourself with his memory. Too many thumping feet and screaming cheers overhead, there's an ambulance fluttering its lights on your left, and it just keeps grabbing your attention out from under you. The man at the popcorn stand is yelling his advertisement too loudly; there's a little boy wailing because he dropped his ice cream. 

You don't realize Rhett's up next until his name blares through the air. The Abbott boy, they call him. Son of Royal Abbott, the youngest son with a championship in his pedigree but forever overshadowed by a victory that isn't his own. 

You wait.

And you wait.

But you never see him come bursting out of the chute. No, it's another cowboy that comes flying out, and then another, but none of them are Rhett. Your tired heart is picking back up, thumping loud in your ears as you try to catch up to speed. Surely you didn't miss it; you're too hyper-aware of every little thing that you can't miss a damn thing.

"Sweetheart?" 

Your entire body jolts as if you've just been hit by a live wire. God, since when was Rhett right behind you? 

"What are you doing back here?" You blurt, gaze flickering between him and the ring. There are only a few minutes left; if he doesn't get back out there now, he's going to lose this whole season. "You still have a ride left." 

Rhett's quiet as he reaches out for you, big, sweaty hands curling around your soft cheeks. Your head feels a little lighter, a little less like it's about to fall right off your shoulders. "Darlin', I already rode," he murmurs, so quiet but so loud in your ringing ears. 

Surely there's more that he wants to say, but he doesn't voice it. Offers you no explanation of how he caught your scent from the other side of the rodeo grounds or how he knew you would hide down here in hopes of preventing that from happening in the first place. 

What he does offer you, though, are wide-open arms. Arms that wrap around you so easily. Draws you into that big, warm chest that he says is meant just for you, where his heart manages to beat so loud that it seems to talk to your own, wordlessly coaxing it into beating in perfectly calm synchrony.

"I've got you," he whispers into the side of your head, "I've got you, I promise." 

Being wrapped in him is like being wrapped in a cloud. Fogging up your senses with his presence until you've found yourself lost in him, and it's like time stops. Just you, Rhett, and the gentle pitter-patter of his heart against your ear. 

His felt hat bumps at your scalp as he moves to rest his head against yours, scratchy, dirty cheek rubbing against yours. You're certain that some of that dust has rubbed off on you, squirming your cheek away. 

That only makes it worse.

"Now you ain't escapin' that easy," and Rhett only follows you, squishing his cheek against yours as you start to giggle, writhing in his arms, struggling to escape this strange and unusual punishment he's chosen for you. 

You're pressing your palms against his broad chest, weakly trying to push him away, but he doesn't stop until your cheek is surely covered in whatever sweat and grime he's collected over the afternoon. He pulls away, inspecting his handiwork, before pressing a kiss to your poor cheek.

Then another. 

And another. 

"Rhett!" You squeal in between your giggles, "Okay, okay, I give!"

"There ain't nothin' to give," he hums into your skin, "'m just making my baby feel a little better." 

He reaches into his pocket, and you couldn't be any happier to hear those keys jingle than you are right now. This routine. The one that never starts the same way twice but always comes to the same, cozy conclusion. Neither of you needs to say a word; all you need is to meet his hand halfway, fingers lazily tangling together, and start walking. 

His truck remains in the same spot you left it, on the far corner of the lot, directly beneath a light pole. The perfect little spot where nobody likes to park, saving his truck from any more unnecessary dings and scratches, but still well-lit, just in case you come back here by yourself. 

Just before you get to the truck, Rhett steps ahead of you, always the one to beat you to open the door. Car door, bedroom door, gas station door, it does not matter; as long as Rhett is nearby, you will never open it yourself.

"Got any destination in mind, doll?" He asks as you climb up into his passenger seat. 

You feigning deep thought, eyebrows furrowing as if you're considering every possible option, "wherever the cowboy decides he wants to take me." 

It starts with driving around town, always does. Down those tiny little back alleys that barely offer enough space for this old GMC. Through the outdated neighborhood, houses that were once nice and pristine when they were built in the late seventies but now mostly lie vacant, husks of their former glory. 

Wabang never really was a town to raise a family in.  

At the only stop-light in town, you unbuckle yourself and wordlessly scoot into the middle seat. Rhett smiles at you, lifting his arm for you to snuggle up under it and pressing a wet kiss to your temple the moment you've settled into him. He's warm, your own personal stuffed animal that's always eager to tuck you into him. 

Wabang isn't a large area, but it has so many back roads and hidden ones that only families who have been here for generations know about. Nobody really knows about this little dirt road that Rhett's turning onto. It's something you hadn't known until he first took you on it, and likewise, he hadn't known about it until his momma showed him a few years ago.

The radio quietly drones on, the only sign that time is still passing on these old, barely-there roads. Above your head, the stars in his headliner twinkle. Faint, barely noticeable until you happen to glance upward. Each hand placed by Rhett, all except for the one closest to his door, just beside the grab handle. 

You still remember him calling you up one night, telling you he had a very important task for you. Place the last light. You'd been the one to pick the spot for the final light; he taught you how to thread it through the hole and cut the fiber optic. And suddenly, it was all the more worth the month and a half he spent without a headliner. Lord knows Royal will croak before he willingly gives Rhett a full weekend off. 

As you glance back at the road, you realize you've come to a full stop.

"Is something wrong with the truck?" You ask, shaking from your comfortable daze. 

"Nah," Rhett hums, taking his hand off the wheel so he can cradle his palm along your cheek, thumb stroking the thin skin there, "just wanted to look at you."

It has to be uncomfortable for him to crane his head down to kiss you, but he does it anyway. A sweet lock of your lips, so slow that it's breathtaking, and with every tentative movement of his lips, you can feel just how much he loves you. If you're quiet enough, you think you can hear the way his heart sings for you. It's sweet love song that reminds you of who he adores most in this world. 

Thus begins the wind-down. 

Gradually, streets start to become familiar again, edging closer and closer to the Abbott ranch. But he's not headed toward the house.; he's headed to the endless pastures that bear witness to many a night like these. Comes to a park in the South pasture, just behind a thin tree line and some knee-high brush. The one place Royal will never come looking because he can't stand trudging through the briars and unruly undergrowth. 

The shuffling of places after the truck shuts off never gets any easier. Somehow, you and Rhett will always wind up becoming tangled up together as he tries to lay flat on his back in the seat without knocking you off. 

"C'mere," he yawns, beckoning you into his embrace. You've become so familiar with this that you no longer struggle to find a comfortable spot, already know that you belong right on top of that freshly inked tattoo on his chest. "I've got you." 

There's no telling when it'll strike next. Where you'll be when your heart starts to race, and your lungs can't seem to get enough air. Rhett might be there right next to you, or he might be slaving away in the West pasture, where cell service is sparse. It could be a small, fleeting attack that lasts just a few seconds, or it could last for minutes on end.

What you do know is that regardless of how intense or what triggered it, Rhett will always be there at the end of the day to wrap you up and take you for a drive. 

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁

Kepa Arrizabalaga x reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Kepa keeps you close trough ups and downs

Warnings: Fluff, talk about sex

Notes: This gif was too cute, my Tuchel heart is crying and also so so happy he is baaack! Also this is a very short one but I didn't wanna drag it out and felt like a great end for it.

It had been a rough season, not only for Kepa but for you too. He said he was fine, that he was working to get better and that he was happy with the matches he got but you knew he was gutted. Having come in to Chelsea as a star-keeper, standing in every match to sitting on the bench the whole season was meant to be tough.

But he did as he said. He accepted that Mendy was better right now and took his time to train and develop even more to be ready when the day would finally come. He respected Tuchel, he loved Tuchel and knew he was right in the decision, that Mendy was better.

You tried to be supportive, keep pushing him to train and support the team from the bench but you could see and feel how hard it was. He was a great keeper and to know that and still see him on the bench was hard, not only for you but for fans too.

You would never be happy that someone was injured, especially not a friend like Mendy but you were happy that Kepa got the chance to make justice for his name, to get a revenge from the bench.

Keeping the clean sheet was important and when he succeeded he was over the moon, his smile contagious and the hug he gave you outside the changing room made your whole body flutter.

Tuchels sudden departure from the club was a punch in the gut, despite being benched Kepa loved the coach but as always he kept his head up, did the best of the situation and got to start in the next game, keeping the clean sheet.

He liked his new coach, talking to you about it, venting his feelings about being a part of the head fight to be standing within the poles again.

When Mendy was all fit and ready again and Kepa still got to stay in the goal you could tell how happy he was, not in any way because of winning the keeper spot over Mendy but because it was his passion, football was his passion and obviously you wanted to be apart of the real action.

In the game against Aston Villa you were sat on the stand. You had denied the box-spot and instead opted for a seat far down close to the Chelsea goal, planning to switch spot the next half-time to be close to the Kepa-action.

It was intense, Villa being a real attacking team, not letting Kepa rest at all. You screamed and cheered with the fans at all the amazing saves he did. You felt beyond nervous, your stomach fluttering and almost being unable to look but he was like spider man in goal and when the final whistle finally blew you cheered as loud as you could before exiting and sneaking your way into the players-area, waiting in the hallway as he did all the after-match talk and changing.

It wasn't too long tough until you spotted his brown curls in the door, soon met by the smile that lit up the whole room and you couldn't help but to giggle and run up to give him a huge bear hug.

"You were so good Kep" you smiled up at him, arms wrapped around his waist, his around your hips, hands resting on your ass and his smile was dazzling

"Thank you" he smiled "Felt so good to get that clean sheet, agh I love being back" he grinned, giggling like a school kid but it was adorable really. His eyes shining and smile contagious.

"I mean it, you deserve it"

He leaned down towards you, slowly and lovingly connecting your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. You didn't want it to stop and neither did he so you simply didn't. Only parting seconds to catch a quick breath.

"Oh wow guys" you heard a chuckle behind you making you break apart.

You turned around to be met by a grinning Mason Mount and Kai Havertz.

You knew most of the boys pretty well having been on several dinners and events plus some of the 'guy' nights Kepa was dragged too. You were at every game you could and were often around the training area to pick him up after a training or meeting.

"Hi guys" You smiled, untangling from Kepa and meeting them as they walked towards you, hugging Mason first "Good game Mase, two goals huh, amazing" you smiled, hugging Kai as well "You did great to Kai" You encouraged even if the german didn't seem to think so himself.

"Thanks y/n but Kepa was the real star today" Mase grinned, giving Kepa a bro-hug, Kai following his example, patting the Spaniards back.

"So, as we already told Kepa we are going out tonight, he said no but... do you wanna go? Maybe you can force him"

You chuckled, looking at Kepa who looked sheepishly att he floor. "You didn't wanna go huh?" you teased, knowing exactly why he didn't wanna go.

His cheeks reddened and you couldn't help feeling slightly bad for your boyfriend, walking to him and wrapping one arm around his back.

"Thanks Mase but I think we will have a home-night tonight" you smiled softly, Kepa looking at you from the side, smiling at your answer. "Okay, say no more you dirty people" he chuckled. You smiled, looking at Kepa who took the lead, "Well bye, see you Monday" He bid farewell "See you boys" you smiled, walking with Kepa out of the stadium and into the car.

"So" You grinned as you sat behind the wheel, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel.

Kepa sighed "I'm sorry okay, I didn't mean to take anything for granted. I just wanted to spend the evening with you, I don't care what we do" he admitted.

You smiled at his soft expression, your whole body fluttering with butterflies as you looked back at him and processed his words. "I know Kep, I was just teasing and despite, I will probably give you a little reward if you're up for it later"

He grinned at your words, leaning back into the seat with a content sigh as you drove off from the stadium and towards your home.