#Bum ballon

[xboxissues]

New Xbox Games for April 3rd to April 7th 2023

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is frantic, he has to get home from this conference -- his little boy is sick and was just rushed to the hospital.

Hob can't think - he was just having this fun flirty conversation with this hot goth academic and then he got the call....He's.........

Dream (hot rich goth) offers his private plane to get Hob home. He takes care of everything, he helps Hob pack and gets them both to the private airstrip. He even holds Hob during his worst panic attack and holds his hand through the rest of the flight. Dream has a car and driver waiting for them when they land, whisking Hob off to the hospital.

Without Dream's help it might have been days before Hob got to Robin. Hob doesn’t know how to thank Dream, Dream says it's unnecessary, he know something about needing to be at the side of one's sick child.

It takes a few days, but Robin starts to get better. Dream visits with his own son, Orpheus, and some get well soon ballons.

Hob kisses him hard on the mouth.

ALSKDJFHA such a great meet-cute. Dream sounds absolutely badass and incredible. Goth academic with a private plane??? And he's the kindest sweetest man in the world?? Hob, if you don't want him, I'LL have him.

But of course Hob does want him. He'd want Dream without the plane and the landing strip and any of that. Because Dream is gentle, and he knows how to get Hob out of a panic attack without making him feel that post-emotional-outburst guilt. He also has the most lovely soft hands that Hob has ever seen, and in general is absolutely beautiful.

Robin is doing much better, but he really wanted his dad more than anything, so he's absolutely thrilled and getting stronger every moment that he gets to cling onto Hob like a koala. When Dream sees the two of them together, he finds himself rapidly sliding into love. Is there anything more attractive than a doting father?

Apparently the feeling is mutual. Hob is running on not very much sleep and a lot of emotions. When he sees Dream again, all he can do is kiss him. Fortunately Robin and Orpheus are occupied with the balloons, so they miss most of the desperate dad makeout session. Dream gets to squeeze Hob’s adorable jean-clad arse before they reluctantly disentangle, and he knows for sure that he has GOT to get this man. Forever.

It takes a while before they get any alone time, due to Robin's recovery and the general logistics of young children. But at last a sleepover is arranged for both dads and sons, and with the kids in bed, Dream finally gets to put his hands back on the bum that he can't stop thinking about. In fact, he puts a lot more than his hands on it...

Orpheus comes into his dad's room the next morning to find both Dream and Hob, very out of breath and sweating heavily. It seems very early for naked wrestling? But then again, grownups are very weird. He'll puzzle it all out with Robin later, after a nice family breakfast <3

[werywrenniethoughts]

Let's Talk About Sun and Moon

I've been itching to share all my thoughts & theories on the Daycare Attendant ever since I first played SB. With MattPat's latest video reacting to Fuhnaff's recent Ruin theory, I could no longer contain my silence. It's obvious Steel Wool is pointing us back to Sister Location, or more specifically Circus Baby's Pizzaria. I think we'll find that the daycare attendant has been here all along. Below are a few key things I want to open discussions with the DCA fandom. Buckle up friends, and grab a snack or 3, because this is a long one. Let me know your likes, let me know your dislikes. (FYI general disclaimer that I bummed all these pictures from Google and that spoilers ARE contained below)

Personally, my theory is the DCA is an old funtime/toy animatronic from Cirus Baby's Pizzaria that was repurposed for one reason or another and brought to the PizzaPlex. Let's go over some of the reasons why:

Does the Daycare attendant fit with the Glamrock animatronics?

No. Not even a little. The Glamrocks are synonymous with neon signs, rock n roll, and 80s-early 90s vibes. Sun and Moon are based off of the naturally occurring satellites we see in the sky on the daily. Most FNAF theorist tends to unanimously state they simply "don't know what to do with the daycare attendant." It's understandable. They don't really flow with the rest of the SB cast animatronics.

You know who I think they do mesh with though? Circus Baby, Funtime Freddy, and Bellora. While one could argue they are not an exact fit, they certainly fit the circus designs far better than the Glamrocks. Sun with his striped pants, bells, ribbons, and poofy collar certainly give him more of a clown-like look (dare I even suggest, they look like a jester, Mimic fans?)

I've also always felt that Moon's speech patterns model Funtime Freddy's more than the Glamrocks or even Suns. They sound like preselected lines he's been programmed to say, rather than cohesive sentences most of the time with limited vocabulary usage, not unlike the lines delivered by the withered, Funtime, and Toy animatronics in Ultimate Custom Night. Phrases that sound innocent, but with the given inflection, they're obvious threats. Kellen Goff, the overly amazing voice actor for both the DCA, and Funtime Freddy stated once in an interview that the audition description for FF was "a voice that children would love, but adults would hate/fear." He nails that with Freddy, but, I think his performance with Moon warrants that description somewhat as well.

Another circus link I want to point out is this little devil right here:

Ballon Boy. He too blends in with the circus theme. It's also worth mentioning the arcade machine hidden within the DCA's room is Balloon World. Where in-game versions of Sun and Moon watch over any poor soul attempting to complete this flappy bird ripoff. Has anyone ever noticed that the arcade cabinet, and the game's home screen you start on, display a carnival tent?

Further, Kids Cove is linked to the daycare- the floor map shows us the shore of Kids Cove flows into the daycare, which flows to a flowery hilltop where the DCA's castle room sits. A pirate version of Foxy is the featured animatronic of Kid's Cove. In fact, every character cut-out you need to flash with the FazCam to access the DCA's room is a member of the original four: Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy.

The DCA lore from Bobbiedots states the DCA was "an old stage animatronic" NOT specifically from the FazBear theater. Of course, no one can deny the FazBear theater is absolutely pointing us toward them being meant to be performing there. The artwork of the daycare has the FazTheater in the "sky" per the scenery, there's a sun framing the entrance banner, and Moon's patterns decorate the door. Additionally, both the comedy and tragedy masks line the banner.

Could it be they are older animatronics meant to be retrofitted and added to the lineup but were instead reprogrammed as the Daycare Attendant last minute or, were they performing an old throwback routine from their original pizzeria for a time before they were reprogrammeed? Or was it always the FazBear Theater from the get-go? I feel all these scenarios are somewhat plausible.

Sun/Moon make more rudimentary machine sounds than the other animatronics in SB. It's hard to describe the glamrocks and the endos just sound smoother, like well-oiled machines. While Sun's movements are fluid and the sounds he produces are rhythmic, he sounds more like a clock or wind-up toy than anything else. Moon flat-out squeaks- a LOT. Like he hasn't been oiled in years. (Admittedly, this could just be a subtle attempt by Steel Wool to help you deal with Moon during the generator section. It's dark as crap, and you CAN hear Moon coming far sooner than you see him.) You can listen to isolated sounds of Sun's mechanisms on the FNAF Wiki and you can hear Moon on any SB playthrough. I think their cable might also be considered rudimentary compared to the glamrocks as well, but, this is also a personal opinion that doesn't really have any evidence to back it up.

I could probably add a few more minor things, but I think I've given us all quite enough to chew on for now. I know I've failed to mention Eclipse this entire time. Without any additional lore, it's hard for me to decide whether he's the original version of Sun and Moon, or a brand new addition. Obviously, a lot of my theories here are either supported or thrown out the window based on which one is true. I'm okay with letting that lie for now until we (hopefully) get a more concrete answer from Scott or Steel Wool.

It seems like we'll be getting a Sun-based story in Tales #8 so I'm eagerly awaiting to see if that completely disproves my ideas, or gives them any merit. I certainly don't think I have them 100% figured out, but, I think the limited amount of lore regarding the origins of the DCA means Steel Wool's hiding something. I'm eager to hear everyone's thoughts! Thanks for coming to my Sun/Moon TED talk.

[peaky-shelby]

about the blurb thing, maybe ım a bit late, but a blurb about Kylian meeting psg fans with Taylor and a little kid there thinking they're together and them acting weird and awkward suddenly because even a child understands there's something between them.

Or a blurb about Taylor meeting Kylian's brother, spending the whole day with him and becoming friends. at the end of the day Kylian find them playing football together and getting all emotional or something like that.

I love your writing. Keep up with the good work <3

New Romantics — Blurb: like children

Thank you for sending this in. I'll try to write the Ethan one eventually too. By the way this blurb is fully canon and a gift to help us forget about today's misery 😭

"si tu tapes dans le ballon et que tu la touches, je te donnerai 100 euros." [If you kick the ball and hit her i will give you a 100€]

The little boy, Max, tilted his head to look at Kylian who was kneeling next to him, smiling. He laughed like he was an accomplish to the most brutal prank ever. Kylian winked and then looked at the woman standing a little farther of them both, talking to a little girl. Taylor always took her time with fangirls, she liked the idea of being the only woman in this manly kingdom. She was in deep conversation with little Julie when all of a sudden she felt the impact of a heavy ball on her back. She turned around quickly to see a little boy and a childish looking Kylian laughing at her. She kicked the ball right back at Kylian's face, who caught it before it messed up his nose.

"idiot" she murmured and turned her attention back at Julie, who was also smiling and laughing from the incident. "Don't encourage them by smiling." She instructed, half joking, half serious. But she was caught again by a ball, hitting her in between the legs. The little boy across from her laughing and jumping up and down while Kylian clapped. Taylor huffed and walked behind her new friend, squatting next to her.

"they've called for a war so we have to fight back. Aim for the nose"

She continued by instructing Julie how to kick with her foot and aim. Kylian watched, a smile coming up to his face, his chest lightening at the view. There was something about seeing her like this, reaching a younger generation but the smile was completely wiped off his face when he felt the ball hitting him on the forehead. He made a few steps backwards, while the boy next to him and the girls across laughed. He rolled the ball under his leg and looked at Max.

"you wanna play?”

Max nodded quickly and excitedly. A game starting between the four, Kylian and Taylor staying in the back, having a goalie sort of role and only helping a little while the kids were trying to tackle each other and steal the ball. The boy almost kicked the ball passed Taylor but she caught it with the tip of her toes, kicking it back at Julie and Julie kicked it in a sloppy way at Kylian, who dropped himself on the grass so it wouldn't go passed him. He threw the ball at Max, who hit it with his head, little Julie was jumping up and down trying to reach it, but max sent it at Taylor, she did a header too, sending it at Kylian, who started showing of his skills after that. The kids seemed to be enjoying it but Taylor had had enough of him being a show off and while he had his eyes on the ball over his head, she went and made him trip by putting her leg in between his and he stumbled, falling back. He pulled her down with him, the ball rolling back to Julie, who took her chance to kick and score. Kylian tried to reach for the ball with his hands while he and Taylor were tangled together on the ground but she held his hands back. Basically embracing him and letting the ball roll passed them. It felt nice, being this close to each other, laughing, they both liked it. He pinched her bum, making her yell and get up right away while laughing. Kylian sat up right after her, pulling on her hand to do so. The kids watched them, in the way that kids look at things they admire. Taylor and Kylian almost forgot they were there while they were rubbing the grass of each other's clothes, smiling like dorks. Then suddenly--

"are you married?”

They both turned to the children, stepping away from each other immediately, clearing their throats and rubbing themselves instead to get the grass off. Taylor laughed, a fake awkward laugh. "No of course not--”

"i don't even like her." Said Kylian.

"he's annoying."

"she's angry all the time."

"mama says that Thomas in my class is mean to me because he likes me."

There was something about a cute voice like Julie's, telling a brutal truth like that. Taylor's expression fell. Her mood ruined and taken over by fear. "I have to get back to work." She smiled and stroked Julie's head and Max's arm "it was nice to meet you both." With that she left and Kylian watched, a bit sad. When he turned to the children again, they were complimenting each other. Laughing and playing with the ball. He wondered if this is how he abd Taylor would be if they had met earlier. The thought cheered him up, the view melted his heart and after he said his goodbyes, he went to find Taylor. She was in the locker rooms, a folder in her hand, writing things down. Always working on something in order to distract herself. He closed the door, to shut the world out and went and sat next to her.

"everyone is still outside having fun. You don't have to do this right now."

"i want to." She said "I'm not trying to be mean, but please leave before anyone sees us here alone together." She looked up, he could tell by her expression that she really wasn't trying to be mean, she was just scared. He nodded, stroking her cheek quickly and kissing her for what just a number of seconds. She didn't hold back at the kiss at all, she returned it. Both of them telling a truth, they were too scared to say with words. Then he left and she focused back on her writings. As much as she could because his taste on her lips had her losing her mind again.

[brxkxnhxxrtsclxb]

with the addams family skuklector release getting closer, i’m excited !!

i decided to do my personal ranking (from faves to least faves) of the skullector dolls :3 (this is solely my opinion so it makes sense if others don’t agree)

1. greta

- i think greta is great and so beautiful !! i love what they did with her and she definitely fits the monster high verse !! plus i adore her little three fingered hands >.<

(hoping to one day be able to get her for a reasonable price. i was aware of the skullectors since the first releases but didn’t think they’d be worth it so that’s my fault T_T)

2. bride of chucky (chucky and tiffany)

- the first set of skullectors i got because i adore chucky and tiffany. i think they’re cute and great :3 i also love how they yassified them to look more monster high. my personal favorite of the two is tiffany. i just love her dress and the pattern of blood splattered hearts is too cute to me♡ also love her black nails. i do wish her beauty mark were a tad bigger. chucky is cute too but i won’t lie, would’ve been nice if he was a manster cuz we need more >.< but overall i’m happy with her too

3. nightmare before christmas (jack and sally)

- like many, i love this movie and anything tim burton. its always spoken to me for some odd reason. jack and sally are too cute imo. i love love sally’s face !! i think the monster high look works well with her♡ also love how long her hair is !! jack is amazing. i love the new mold and i feel he also fits right in the monster high world. he’s a skeleton with a round head. he looks odd and i think that’s what helps him fit in :3 love that they incorporated the spiral hill on his heels

4. addams family (morticia and wednesday)

- oh, the addams family. i’ve been obsessed with the addams family since fifth grade. i won’t lie, i was at first a little bummed out we weren’t getting a couple set with gomez and morticia, but after seeing the reveal of wednesday and morticia, i can’t be mad. they’re really cute imo. love love morticia (her shoes are great imo) and wednesday is a cutie (cousin itt and thing on her heels is a cute detail as well) :3

(maybe it was for the best they didn’t include gomez since mansters barely get any love. i’m afraid they wouldn’t have put as much effort into him >.<)

5. annabelle

- i think annabelle came out really cute. also think they did the same as with the bride of chucky set. they yassified her to fit the monster high verse and i think it works :3 i love her dress, especially the blood drip pattern on the bust area

6. bride of frankenstein (the monster and bride)

- i think this set is really cute despite the bride not actually liking the monster. they look great together and although simple, they match the vibe of the original and monster high to me. love the little ballerina in a beaker detail on the bride’s shoes and the monster being our first manster is great !! just would’ve been nice if he were taller and had some actual hair instead of it being molded since he’s a collector doll. i do love his shoes !!

7. pennywise

- i think she looks good. definitely captured the character well in terms of look, but i do wish she had a more crazed look on her face but overall she’s great for what we got :3 i love her little red ballon and paper boat accessories♡

8. elvira

- she’s cool as a doll, but i have no attachment to the character sadly since she’s such an icon and heard she’s also hilarious (show’s on my watch list). overall. i think she’s really pretty to look at and i think she looks so good in the monster high style. her face just suits it so well !! also love her little dagger belt and think they did her hair so well :3

9. dracula

- love the vibe and black and white with pops of red aspect she has going on, but she’s definitely lower on the list because she’s kind of boring to me. i know the bride of frankenstein set are also more on the plain side, but for some reason dracula wasn’t able to get me T_T her shoes are cool though !! i adore the little detail of opening the coffin heels to reveal a mini bela lugosi inside♡

10. the shining (grady twins)

- not my fave. they’re twins so it’s technically two of the same doll and much like the source material… they’re just there. they’re cute but do not captivate me. i do like that one looks more serious than the other and their shoes are also cute

11. beetlejuice (beetlejuice and lydia)

- not a fan. never liked the way they did beetlejuice. it just doesn’t look right imo and my least favorite of the set is lydia. i don’t like her face, much less her bangs. the shoes on both dolls are cool though. just didn’t like how this set turned out T_T

12. creature from the black lagoon

- the gill-man definitely removed dracula from my least favorites list and bumped up the beetlejuice set in terms of liking them better. wasn’t a fan of the gill-man as soon as i saw her. just doesn’t go well with the rest of the universal monsters skullector line up. while the other three have the distinct black and white with a pop of color aspect to them, the creature is way too saturated (makes less sense since the movie is black and white so it was cool they kept the black and white elements in the previous dolls). head sculpt is cool and i do think it’s creative she got the arm accessories and boots to look like the gill-man’s traits but overall, i do not vibe with her, making her my least favorite

that’s it for me regarding the skullectors !! can’t wait to see the sanderson sisters coming out in september :3 i’m not attached to the characters, they’re cool and funny but i will be skipping the three pack !!

i can’t wait to hear the next rumors of what next year’s skullectors will be >:3

[judebelllngham]

im wondering was he being shady towards jude or haaland 😭

imo i think jude because coincidentally it was recently revealed that jude is in favour of winning the ballon d’or

but if it is about haaland then foden is still a bum cause that’s his teammate LMAO 😭

[reijndeers]

ami i take back what i said about kiwi sucking bum bum at lb that was a beautiful performance from him. he must’ve seen my post telling him he sucks and been like ‘aight bet’ because that was a banger omg. an almost goal and an assist please i love him so

and he nutmegged someone as well??? baby’s first meg 🥹

i'm still in shock??? i was so prepared for everything to go wrong and now i feel bad for not having faith lmao

kiwi is so real for that bc if cybertomii told me to get my act together i would immediately! 🫡 🫡

if that goal went in i would have been the most insufferable person on the planet lol ty kiwi for keeping me humble and sane you did us all a favour

but oh my god i'm so proud?? he's the loml and best lb oat i swear if i could frame that assist i would!! and his nutmeg i screamed omd give him the ballon d'or!!

generational performance i'm going to bed with a smile on my face #kiwinayshun we are up!!

[pensat-i-fet]

https://www.tumblr.com/pensat-i-fet/752839778825797632/not-reading-the-article-but-lmaoooo

lmaooo i wish i was as delusional as he is. maybe he had what it took to win a ballon d’or back when he was still playing for benefica, but he’s massively fallen off since then and he only has himself to blame. 20 goals in 43 appearances is pretty impressive, but now he’s gone from balling out in portugal to never having scored more than 10 goals in a season since. i don’t even like joao felix, but his fall off is wild considering at one point he was being hailed the ‘next ronaldo’ and he has no one to blame but himself because he’s a lazy and self-entitled bum.

And the people around him are to blame too. They don't help him but I guess as long as they benefit from him, they don't care. Football is so sad sometimes. But I feel bad for players who had lots of injuries and that destroyed their career. But for lazy people who wasted opportunity after opportunity, plus the disgusting behaviour...bye!

[alex-iwobi]

Alexia Putellas is the hottest football player and that's the only correct answer

that’s a whole 2 time ballon d’or winner…some of those bums could never compete

[allsports4123]

Oliver Kahn, German goalkeeper

Oliver Kahn, German goalkeeper

German former goalkeeper, football administrator.

From January 2020, he joined Bayern Munich as a board member and succeeded his predecessor, Karlheinz Lumenighe, as chairman of the next Munich.

He held the Bundesliga record for the most clean sheets (196 times) and had the record for the most clean sheets in a season (19 games without losing a point or 32 games), but this record was broken by junior Manuel Neuer in the 2014/15/2020/21.

If Lev Yassin is the only goalkeeper to win the Ballon d'Or, Oliver Kahn is the only goalkeeper to win the Golden Ball (or MVP) in the World Cup, and the only goalkeeper to win both the Yassin and the Golden Ball at the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup. He also finished second to Ronaldo in FIFA's Player of the Year, and has been named UEFA Goalkeeper of the Year for four consecutive seasons from the 1998–99 season to the 01–02 season.

He played 429 games for Bayern Munich over 14 years, and 557 Bundesliga matches for Karlsruher SC. This ranks third in the Bundesliga's record for most appearances after 602 games by Eintracht Frankfurt's one-clubman Karlheinz Körbel, who played with Cha Bum-keun, and 581 games by legendary fullback Manfred Carlz, who led Hamburg SV's heyday.

At the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup, the German national soccer team, which had been criticized as a "rusty tank corps" due to a large number of injuries and failure to replace generations, was well-known along with Gianluigi Buffon and Iker Casillas

He was a player with good defense using reflexes to the point of being called a "beast," control of the box, leadership that was a strong support for our allies at the end, and cold judgment and terrifying charisma in the penalty box on the field.

As a goalkeeper, he was good at handling air balls and blocked mid-range shots. In particular, he showed great ability in a 1:1 situation, which must have been supported by his calmness and agility. In addition, the reflexes were very good, so he showed a super save that excites himself every time. And he also had a fighting spirit that prevented the ball by flying without hesitation even in an ambiguous situation. In Khan's physical heyday, he was absolutely impregnable, beating Peter Schmeichel in 1999 to become UEFA's best goalkeeper.

His defensive reading was also excellent. As important as his defense ability as a goalkeeper, he led the defense line by serving as the captain of the club and the national team even though Bien's defense was not very good after the end of the Efenberg era along with the dark days of German football in the early 2000s. This is why Khan's athleticism fell in the early 2000s, exceeding 30 lines, allowing him to defend Bayern's last home until he was close to age, even though his previous super save decreased.

His weakness is his build-up ability, but in Khan's heyday, there was no problem because the goalkeeper's build-up was not that big yet. In addition, there were many dead ball specialists in clubs such as Epenberg and Memet Shawl in the heyday, and although it was a dark season in the national university, Christian Chige was good at building up the rear, so Khan's build-up weakness was not a problem. However, since 2002, this weakness has been highlighted along with a drop in his mid-30s, when dead ball list Epenberg left the club, and the rear build-up of Bien's defense line was insufficient, so unlike the league, the Champions failed to reach the semifinals after winning the 2000-21 season and finishing second in the 2009-10 season. In the national university, all the build-ups of the club and the German national team, including the retirement of Christian Chige and the long-term injury of Jens Novotny, were virtually all of Michael Ballack. Since the early 2000s, Khan's build-up weakness has been exposed at a time when his rear build-up ability has been highlighted, not because of Khan's problem, but because of the exhaustion of talent in German football at the time. Khan always kicked with his right foot and couldn't use his left foot when he scored or passed. It's even possible that FIFA Online 4 has a medicinal ability of 1.

[tempestpaige]

okay okay did i ever tell you guys that he threw me a surprise bachelorette party? basically due to the large size of my bridal party we were having a hard time finding something we all could do and was in our budget, and i didnt want to decide to do do something that would leave someone out. so we hosted my bachelorette after my bridal shower, because everyone already had the day off. it was so much fun and we had dinner and "tempest" trivia at my maid of honors house. despite that, i was a little bummed that i wasnt getting a similar experience to my husband, whose groomsmen planned an entire weekend of fun in reno, nevada and rented an airbnb and did a ton of silly ridiculous stuff. anyway sometime in april, before my bridal shower/bachelorette, my husband was like "we are gonna have a weekend getaway! i booked an airbnb!". at first i didnt think much of it. infact, the entire time, i thought he just booked a weekend getaway and maybe there was a spa day involved. i knew absolutely nothing. the day comes. he gets me from work. he blindfolds me. he ushers me in the house. he takes off his blindfold. BOOM. confetti canons pop and 2 of my bridesmaids and 4 of his groomsmen are there, all wearing matching barbie pajamas in an airbnb decorated with pink ballons and posters of me and a fridge stocked full of my favorite alcoholic drinks and snacks. they had booked the bnb for the weekend and planned bowling, escape rooms, museum visits and more. besides my wedding, the moment we got engaged and the day we got our puppy onyx, that is the most romantic, loving, and happiest moment of my life. i cried so much. never did i expect my husband loved me so much, and his friends and my friends loved me so much that they would surprise me with a surprise party. even now writing this up i want to cry. i am the luckiest girl on planet EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

literally one of the reasons i dont use tumblr as much is because all i wanna do is talk about my husband all the time bc i am sickenly disgustingly in love with him..........alas i spare you all

[dirbyagnesvarda]

happy 21st to me!!!!! 🎂💗💘💌❣️

[daydreamingleclerc]

okay, y’all asked for it so here you are: an awards ceremony smut based off of mason in the suit 💞

it’s not gonna be revolves around the ballon d’Or awards but instead the chelsea player of the year awards but whatever floats ur boat i guess. also yes i did name it after the one direction song

there will be another one coming out based on wedding night with mason because .. obvious reasons xxxx

no control - mason mount smut

this picture will have a hold on me forever, fyi x

summary: he looks too good in a suit, and you look too good in a ball gown.

warnings: porn with a basic plot, MINORS DNI (18+). dom!mason, sub!reader, semi-public foreplay, dirty talk, pet names (reader calls mason ‘sir’ like once, fyi), fingering, oral (m & f rec), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!!), cocky reader and cocky mason. think that’s it? hasn’t been proofread but enjoy <3333

***

“i wish you’d wear rings more often.”

the comment was passing, you’d said it in the car on the way to the venue. it was true though, you’d wished he did, they accentuated his fingers so perfectly and the gold band with red diamond studs in-crested in it matched the gold ring with red diamonds he bought you for your birthday.

he replied with a simple smile, his hand situating itself on your knee, the fingers stroking your skin as you looked out into the night. london’s skyline was so beautiful tonight, it was as if it knew the night was big, and it went all out too. the coral tones mixed with the darker black, and the london eye shimmered in the distance.

chelsea’s player of the year awards were the biggest night of the year for the boys, the one night of the season they could get drunk and not have to worry about the ramifications at training the next day.

mason was excited, naturally. he got to show you off and be beside his best friends all night, he didn’t care about winning. his fingers fiddled with the ring ever since the words left your lips, the shimmer in the light of the car, the blue carpet and even the chandelier catching your attention every time.

the night went by without a hitch, he’d successfully gotten through a congratulatory speech thanking thomas for a fantastic season, and now the sight of him slightly inebriated at the bar left you feeling overwhelmed.

his eyes never left you all night, watching over the rim of his glass as you danced with sophia until your glasses emptied, one eye catching glimpses of you whispering requests into the DJ’s ear, holding your dress up in a fist so you didn’t fall and rip it as you moved away.

he twitched every time you came to the bar, resting your bum on his knees as you laughed at callum’s jokes. his hand would snake around your stomach and rest on the bodice of your dress as you fell deep in conversation with ben about something or other; mason didn’t really care. he was getting bored now, bored of the two of you acting as if the atmosphere around you wasn’t electric.

acting as if his free hand wasn’t squeezing your bum ever so softly through the silk of your dress, as if his fingers weren’t inching towards the slit on your thigh; as if you weren’t digging your nails into his thigh to make him stop.

when your conversation with reece had fizzled out, mason’s lips pressed against your neck. his stubble tickled your skin and your whole body ignited, humming as your glass landed back onto the bar.

“what do you say we get out of here?” he asked, pressing soft, delicate kisses to your neck.

as good as it sounded, you were unsure whether it was a good idea. it was barely even eleven, the night far too young for you to really be heading back to the hotel room - both of you knew that.

“c’mon baby,” his lips attacked your neck again, brushing the hair from your skin, “we’ll be gone for an hour tops and then we can come back here and drink ‘til our hearts content.”

“we both know that’s not gonna happen,” you scowled, attempting to wriggle free from his grip, “let’s just stay for another hour longer, ‘til at least midnight, okay?”

he wasn’t sure whether to frown or smirk. it wasn’t like you to play hard to get, and the thought of it happening tonight left him almost uncontrollable. still, ever the gentleman he nodded and flagged down the bartender, squeezing your bum as he talked so effortlessly.

***

you’d regretted ever saying you wanted to stay. the sheer determination with every move mason made to drag you out left you pining for him, and despite him pining for you just as much, he knew how to compose himself better than you did. especially when he’d had a drink.

your lips attached to his neck in the back of the car on the way home, partition rolled up to separate you from the driver. his face didn’t move an inch, but the clenched jaw told you he was struggling to keep composure.

your tongue swirled effortlessly around the skin, sucking underneath the underside of his chin, and the soft spot under his ear. you wanted him - if your lips weren’t making it obvious then the placement of your hands most certainly was; groping him through his slacks as he shifted beside you.

“don’t act like you don’t love it, mason,” you cooed, watching him through hooded eyes as he held back a grunt, shifting in the leather seat.

“behave, Y/N,” he warned, jaw clenching once more as he glared at you with enough sharpness to keep you on your toes. “i thought you were gonna be a good girl tonight like you promised.”

“and i thought you were going to fuck me in the back of the car like you promised.”

you heard the driver coughing from the drivers seat, and watched with a cocky smirk as mason’s cheeks heated up. he’d never seen you so mouthy, and it took every ounce of composure to not just lift up your dress then and there. it would’ve been too easy.

your tongue prodded your cheek as you watched him, his adam’s apple bobbing with every swallow he made. the atmosphere was like this for the remainder of the cars journey to the hotel, and you could’ve sworn to the high heavens that the driver was taking a longer route on purpose.

when he pulled up outside the hilton, mason conversed with him about when and where to meet in the morning to bring you both home, and apologised for your appalling behavior.

“i shouldn’t have to apologise for your behaviour, Y/N.” his lips found yours in the elevator, one hand braced above your head, your wrists clasped within it. you puckered your lips, desperate for more as he pulled away to look at you, loosening the grip of his bow tie. “i’m not your fuckin’ dad.”

you raised your eyebrow, attempting to relay a sarcastic comment back to him but his eyes glared at you with the same sharpness from earlier and he squeezed your wrists.

“i wouldn’t get cocky if i were you,” he stated, bringing his knee to rest between your legs. “you’re already on thin, thin ice, sweetheart.”

you whimpered, but before you could say anything the doors opened and you were left breathless in the hallway, following after him like a child.

***

he really couldn’t help himself when he pressed you against the bathroom door, now the two of you were in the confinement’s of your own hotel room with no distraction, he could do what he’d been wanting to do all night.

his fingers were soft against your neck as he squeezed at it, lips kissing along your collarbones as he missed your pebbled nipples poking through the silk of the dress entirely. you knew better than to whimper and writhe, but he missed the marks every time and you needed something.

“what’s up, sweetheart?” he queried in that sickly sweet tone only mason could give. his lips were sucking at the skin on the inner curve of your boob, dress straps slipping down your shoulders as you desperately fought to be touched.

“please touch me.”

“but sweetheart i am touching you.”

you shook your head, wanting to desperately reply with a cocky and sarcastic remark, knowing you couldn’t bring yourself to speak without repercussions.

“no, please touch me,” you emphasized, thrusting your hips forward so your crotch hit his leg. he stared at you, almost blankly as he waited for you to say something else, a thin, tight lipped smirk on his face.

“use your fingers, please.”

“oh, why didn’t you say that sooner, darling?” he asked, a raised eyebrow. “we would’ve been at least halfway through by now.”

when his fingers trailed along your inner thigh, you jolted forwards and whimpered his name as his thumb swirled around your clit. his lips made their way south too, and your pussy twitched at the thought of his mouth on it instead.

slowly, his middle finger curled inside of your pussy as he held your clit softly in his mouth, letting the bud graze his lower lip as it fell. you couldn’t help but whimper, bucking your hips into his mouth as his finger curled again.

“fu-uck, mason,” you shivered, voice cracking as he added another finger. his stubble grazed your inner thighs as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair. “your fingers feel so good like that.”

“pretty sure my dick’s gonna feel better, but each to their own i guess.” he noted, a smirk forming across his face.

the coolness of his ring grazed your pussy and you wriggled, biting down on your lip as they picked up the pace. his tongue circled your clit again and you moaned when he flicked it up and down on the tip of his tongue.

“please fuck me,” you whimpered, a drastic change in speech from your earlier begging. mason chuckled dryly, and pulled his lips from your clit with a pop.

“not quite yet, sweetheart, but you can get on all fours and let me fuck your face,” he cocked his head to the side and his tongue poked the side of his mouth. “if you want.”

“please, sir, please.”

he smirked, pulling his fingers from inside of you. immediately he sucked them, the noises of his tongue against his skin making your eyes flutter.

as you stood in front of the mirror undoing your dress, the zip got stuck halfway down your hips, and in a sweet juxtaposition of the man he would be when he was inside you, his lips kissed at your bare shoulders and his fingers finished the job, the black silk hitting the floor with a thud.

you stood there naked before him, the dim glow of the london nightlife reflecting in through the window. you spun around, pushing the black suit jacket from his shoulders and listening to the clang of the rings along the lapels, as he pushed his trousers down his legs.

the bow tie hung in your hands when you pulled it off of his neck, and mason being mason, had a smirk on his face when deciding to clasp it around your neck. it felt tight, but you liked it.

the bed was soft underneath your hands and knees when you got into position, and mason wasted no time putting his dick between your lips. eagerly, you wrapped them around it, letting your tongue rest on its underside as he thrusted in and out.

“fuck, gonna be such a good girl for me aren’t you?”

you nodded, a garbled mess of words tumbling from your lips as you wanted desperately to please him. one of his hands rested atop your head, while the other rested on his hip, keeping his own movements steady as he picked up the pace.

“open your mouth wider, babygirl,” he cooed, keeping himself composed as his hips began to speed up. you obeyed his request, opening your mouth wider so his dick slid further down your throat and every time it did you gagged.

“that’s it,” he groaned, his head lulling back while both hands pressed at your head now, catching your hair between his fingers so it didn’t move. “always so fuckin’ good for me.”

you nodded again, spluttering against his dick as he smirked down at you, watching you take him all in like the good girl you wanted to be. through the wall, you could hear some of mason’s teammates bringing the party back to the hotel, a thumping bass that fell out of sync with his hips and he pulled his dick from your mouth.

a line of spit connected your lips to his tip, but with his finger he collected it up and let you suck it back down, kissing your forehead. “want me to fuck you? let everyone next door know how good of a girl you really are? hm?”

you nodded when his free hand tucked strays of hair behind your ear, and all he could do was lauginh devilishly. “of course you do, it was a stupid question,” he moved the bow tie so it was now sitting between your lips, acting as a makeshift gag, and the feeling made you whimper.

he moved around the bedroom, watching you with glistening eyes as he drew the curtains ever so slightly for a bit more privacy, only hoping that the thin cloth covered you from the balcony next door.

“c’mere, kitten,” he waved you over, standing tall against the vanity. “wanna bend you over so you can watch me fucking you.”

you whimpered, walking towards the vanity with his bow tie still tied around your mouth, and he chuckled. he situated you, bending you over so your hands were splayed out to the back of the vanity, boobs pressed against the cold wood, head facing the mirror directly. he separated your legs until they were wide, and grabbed ahold of your hips for leverage.

when he pushed into you, he pushed himself in to the hilt. you jolted forward, biting down on the bow tie and clenching your eyes shut, but mason noticed and gave your bum a little slap.

“eyes open, kitten, want you to watch yourself fall apart as i fuck you.”

as the words left his lips, his hips sped up their movements, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room and drowning out any other sounds from next door.

both of you were closer to your orgasms than you’d anticipated, and you began moaning uncontrollably against the bow tie at the sight of him coming undone behind you. his lip was pulled between his teeth and he dipped his head forward, watching as his dick slipped in and out of you.

“doin’ so well for me, princess,” he grunted, slapping your arse once again.

“you’re fucking me so well, mase.” you stated, words muffled thanks to the makeshift gag. he grunted once more, tugging at strands of your hair and pulling softly.

“fuck, Y/N,” he hissed, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, “gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy.”

you nodded profusely, gripping at the edges of the vanity as he groaned when his cum began shooting out of his dick and painting your walls white. the feeling of him cumming inside of you triggered your own, legs shaking and screams tumbling from your lips even despite the gag.

“fuck, mason, fuck fuck fuck!”

he stilled inside of you and stayed there for a few minutes, catching his breath before unclasping the back of the tie, loosening it from your head and kissing your shoulder blades.

“you did so well for me, darling,” he hummed. “thank you for coming with me tonight.”

he scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on top of the toilet seat as he ran hot water for the bath. you yawned, and held your hand out to him, wanting a cuddle more than anything.

“i love you.”

“i love you too,” he kissed your forehead. “so much.”

[erodasfishtacos]

Adjustments

When Y/N is getting tired of staying at home with the baby while Harry tours.

word count: 5k

contains: sexual content, language, a dash of angst

It was still early but Harry didn’t mind. When he was on tour he craved sleep like no other. To be in his bed, spooned around his love, and no alarm set.

However, the deep desire for sleep is just a faraway thought now because he’d rather be sleep deprived and wake up to his curly-haired baby any given day.

He looks to you. Mouth slightly open, face stress-free, and peaceful. Harry hated coming home from tour to see the bags of exhaustion under your eyes from taking care of the baby all by yourself.

He constantly had to swallow back guilt. He tried to do everything to make it up when he was home.

Harry didn’t find touring as exciting and fun as he use to. He sometimes counts down the tour dates until he’s home.

Sometime he can’t wait for the concert to wrap up so he can sneak in a quick FaceTime before you lot head off to bed.

Sasha was two, her birthday near days away, and Y/N had been running around like a mad-woman trying to make sure her party would be perfect.

Y\N sometimes held herself to the exceptions of other celebrities wives. Ballon arches, custom cookies, and beautiful decorations.

However, unlike other celebrities, you did this all yourself. No event planner, nobody except Anne and Gemma.

Harry wants you to sleep as much as possible and allow you the luxury he gets on tour. Sleeping in until noon sometimes in the empty, cold hotel room with nothing else to do.

He can hear Sasha babbling incessantly from her little bed. The little yellow railings preventing her from falling out or escaping.

Harry heaves himself off the bed, tugging on some sweatpants that had been thrown off hurriedly when you’d told him you’d been wet for him since he walked in the door last night.

“Hi, hi little love,” Harry murmurs as he opens the door to her bedroom. The yellow flowers hand-painted from the wall setting the theme for the room.

Sasha was a good baby and an ever better toddler. However, almost as a little teenager, she sure did have her mood swings. They weren’t quite out of the terrible twos stage yet.

She wanted her mom as she stood there.

“No, mummy,” Sasha whines, tugging on Harry’s cross necklace with force after he scooped her up.

“Hey, we don’t do that. Remember we treat people with kindness.”

After a promise of chocolate chips in her pancakes, she agrees to help Harry cook you breakfast. 

It was messy and his bare chest was covered in flour. Not quite sure how the little girl had gotten it into her curls but they were managing.

Harry loved watching Sasha play with the cooking utensil. Smacking whisk around, looking quizzically at a spatula. 

It made Harry want to buy her a little play kitchen. He was surprised they didn’t already have one. He thinks they might have on in their New York City apartment that they haven’t traveled to recently.

He makes a point while Sasha is chewing at the pancakes to search to find one. He finds a same-day pickup at a local toy store and orders it.

That’s one thing he loved about making so much money. He could spoil you and the baby, his family with everything and anything they want or need.

Y/N always struggled with accepting gifts from Harry but as they years went on and they got married and combined bank accounts. (well she brought a hefty three thousand to the marriage, he graciously gave her full-access to his money). 

A few weeks after your wedding, when you went to an ATM to get twenty pounds out for a cash-only restaurant and when the receipt said you two had six-hundred thousand and some change in just one of your CHECKING account - well you nearly almost fainted.

You had been worried about the three pound service fee before seeing that.

Harry could sometimes get ahead of himself. He’s had disposable money since he was sixteen. Y/N would sometimes hum, asking if he really needs a fifteen-thousand dollar wool Gucci coat.

Y/N would make it a point that she doesn’t want Sasha to grow to be materialistic and spoiled. So Harry was scolded every once in a while when he gave into Sasha’s puppy dog eyes.

Maybe not the best decision but he planned to set it up when you were out for lunch this afternoon with a friend. Hopefully, you wouldn’t notice? If he strategically put it in the playroom.

“Mmm, what’s all this?” You murmur, tying your silk robe at the front. Just enough cleavage showing that Harry feels a twitch in his joggers. Sue him, basically everything his wife did turned him on.

“Pancakes, mummy!” Sasha giggles, syrup coating her cheeks and fingers. “Kissy?” Her dad had taught her that.

“Yes baby,” you agree, leaning in to press a kiss to her soft curls, avoiding her sticky mess. 

“Kissy?” 

You look up to your pouting husband with identical absurdly wild curls from bed. 

“Spoiled, you lot,” you tell him before padding over to him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Forever the horny teenager, his large hands finds your bum and pull you closer - deepening the kiss.

“Miss you s’much on tour, all I think about,” he whispers into your mouth. “Your tits, your cun-“

“Harry!” You laugh, smacking at his chest, “Can’t talk like that in front of the baby!”

“She didn’t hear,” he grumbles, giving your arse one last squeeze, “Tonight.”

“Tonight,” you agree back, ignoring the pinch of arousal. 

—-

Sasha was putting up a fight when she realized that you were leaving without her. Grabbing at your leg as you tugged on a Gucci sneaker.

“I’ll be back soon, Sash,” you assure her but to no avail.

Her cheeks ruddy red and splotched. Tears staining them as she wails dramatically at the top of her little lungs. 

“I don’t know if I should go,” You sigh as Harry wrestles her tiny body off of you so you don’t trip.

“No baby, you need a break. She can’t hold you hostage,” Harry laughs as Sasha wriggles a little in his arms.

“Call me if you need me to come home.”

“I’ll be fine, now go, have a mimosa for me,” Harry smiles down at his daughter who is staring at you like you’ve just killed her beloved pet.

You can’t help but giggle at the glare, “so scary, missy. I’ll see you soon, I love you.”

Sasha buries her nose into Harry’s neck. Her sobs more sad than angry at this point. Which makes your heartbreak a little.

—-

Sasha was getting impatient with her father. As he attempted to figure out how to screw on the oven door to the overcomplicated design.

She occasionally ran off with a piece he needed so it took much longer than he’d thought. But this thing was sophisticated, you pour water into a little tub and it runs through the faucet like a real sink.

Sasha gave her father a wide smile when he had finally told her it was all done. He helped fill the little shopping cart with plastic fruit and veggies.

She was babbling to herself happily, occasionally making sure her dad was still in the room with her.

Harry had grabbed his journal off the kitchen table and was scribbling down mismatched lyrics about how much love he was filled with.

His last two albums were nearly just songs about you. The next one was definitely going to include tracks about his baby.

When he hears the alarm sound and get shut off, he knows your home and he feels a little twinge of anxiety in his stomach.

Distraction? That should work right?

“Hi baby,” Harry greets, planting a kiss on your lips before squatting to untie your sneakers for you.

“Well hello there!” You look around surprised to not see your daughter toddling to you as well. “Is bug sleeping?”

Harry shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck, “Um, no. Just playing in the playroom right now.”

“Was she good?” You asks, noticing he’s changed clothes. He loved to laze around in joggers if he could. “Did you go out?”

“Just for coffee,” he covers, technically - he did grab a coffee for himself at a drive-thru. “How was lunch?”

“Good, mimosas were shit so I only had one. Missed you guys too much. So glad your home,” you sigh into his chest, basking in his tight arms around you.

“Only 73 more concerts to go,” Harry replies.

He can feel your shoulders tense at his lame attempt of a joke. It wasn’t funny to you, not in the slightest. 

“Just 73, huh?” You shoot back, untangling yourself from his grip. “Just another eight months away from your wife and baby.”

“Love...” Harry begins, swallowing hard. He was just as emotional as you when it came to it. 

You shake your head, swiping at the stray tear, “Just forget it,” you huff before trekking off to see your daughter.

Harry is cautiously trailing behind you with a bowling ball of nerves in his belly. 

When you walk into the playroom and see the new kitchen set - you stand nearly frozen in the doorway.

“Mummy! Mumma look at what daddy got me!” She chirps, standing to come to you. You easily lift her up and accept the plastic apple she hands to you proudly. 

You feel a tightness in your throat, “it’s so nice, baby.”

“Nice,” she repeats, “come play, mumma.”

“I just got home, give me a few minutes and I’ll be back in,” you promise with a kiss before placing her back down.

She seems satisfied with your answer and scurries back to where she had placed her babydoll on the countertop - feeding it.

“Can we please talk in the kitchen?” You asks, trying your best to keep your voice level in front of your daughter.

Harry dejectedly nods and follows you into the kitchen, dragging his boot-clad feet a little. 

“Look, I know your mad, lovie. But I just got the idea and didn’t think too much about it. Know y’don’t want to spoil her but-“

“Do you not listen?” You ask harshly.

He looks at you dumbfounded. Unsure of the question. It sounded like it was a trick question.

“You’re unbelievable!” You whisper-shout so Sasha doesn’t hear.

Harry feels himself getting defensive, “You’re tha’ mad about a bloody toy?  I’m her father allowed to buy her things too!”

“No, Harry. It’s not about that. It seems like your so busy with your job that you just tune me out on our calls.”

Harry’s brow furrows. That wasn’t true in the slightest. It was the highlight of his day to hear your voice and how it went at home.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Harry snaps, his voice a little louder. 

“Go into the storage room off the side of the garage.”

He gives you a confused look but obliges, after trailing through your maze of a house. He reaches the large extra room.

When he opens the door, his heart sinks. He immediately knows why you’re so upset with him.

A beautiful, hand-painted kitchen set is sat with a large pink bow in the room. The hutch saying in cursive, “Sasha’s Kitchen.”

It was her favorite colors - blue and yellow- with painted images of all her favorite characters like Peppa Pig and Blue from Blue’s Clues.

He remembers how excited you were on the phone that night - when you revealed her third birthday present and how perfect the artist had made it.

Harry had been listening -truthfully- but he was also nearly asleep after two encores of Kiwi onstage and a meet and greet backstage.

He felt like shit now. Disappointed in himself for ruining this surprise he knows you were looking forward to giving her in a mere few days.

But the excitement of another kitchen set surely would be lackluster now. 

“Baby, m’so sorry,” Harry says quietly, with guilt bubbling in his throat. “I was listening. I just...I forgot.”

“Nothing we can do about it now it,” you bite out. Disappointed at the ruin surprised making you prickle with anger towards your forgetful husband.

Harry begins to apologize once again but you don’t let him, “I need to put her down for a nap.”

— 

You drift off as well in your bed- taking advantage of Sasha being asleep in the next room over.

Harry doesn’t quite know how to fix this situation. He’s much too embarrassed to call his mum or sister who would just give him another earful.

He felt like being on tour has been mucking everything up. He loved his job, most days. But days like today - he wishes to never see a recording studio or microphone again.

Harry’s pondering all this when he hears a cry from the baby’s room. 

Sasha is stood, bleary-eyes with a sad frown as her father enters. 

“Sweet pea, what’s the sad face for?” He hums as he tucks her into the curve of his slim hip. Bringing her down onto the main level so you aren’t awoken.

“Daddy, kitchen?” She sniffles, pointing towards her playroom.

He shakes his head. Deciding the least he can do is bathe her so you wouldn’t need to later. She still had remnants of fruit pouch in her cheeks.

“No, darling. S’bath time. Then you can play,” he boots her nose. Snatching some clean baby clothes from where they’re folded and waited to be put away on the coffee table.

“No no no,” she whimpers angrily, shaking her head and smacking her arm against her father’s tattooed chest.

“Sasha Anne, no hitting, absolutely not,” Harry uses his firm father’s voice that he didn’t have to pull out very often.

“No bath, daddy, no!” She wails with all the dramatics of an A-List actor. 

“Hey, mumma’s sleeping. We cannot yell,” her father hushes her as he trails into the bathroom.

“Mean daddy!” She exclaims as he wrestles her into the tub. Splashing the water and wriggling away everytime he tries to cup water over her head to rid her of the shampoo.

“I know, I know, so mean,” he acknowledges sympathetically. A headache arising in the front of his skull from his baby’s high pitch noises and shouts.

After another fight into clothes, she’s still not happy when she’s sat in front of her kitchen. She throws the plastic toys around and whining anytime Harry moves an inch.

He’s feeling a little overwhelmed if he’s honest. With his worry about your precious argument and the unusual tactics of your toddler - he was stressed out. 

“Binky,” Sasha looks expectantly at her father.

Oh, good idea. She loves that.

Harry can’t find any lying around like usual so he digs through the drawers around the living room until he finds one.

After cleaning it off, he hands it to her and she pops it in her mouth happily. Her attention now direction back towards her new toy.

He let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t quite sure how you did this alone so much of the time.

—

 When you finally wake from a fitful nap, you hear noise from the playroom. You’re still extremely frustrated with your husband but it’s less intense. Until...

Until you walk in and Sasha turns around, smiling around a binky you surely thought you’d thrown away.

Sasha was getting too old for a pacifier - even though she was just using it when she was really upset or at night.

You’d been binky-free for three weeks. And all the crying and tears from your daughter where now meaningless.

“Where did she get that pacifier?” You grit out.

You had told him multiple times you were weaning her off of it.

“She was fussy. I gave it to her, tha’ alright?” He asks cluelessly.

“Harry! I’ve told you so so many times that I’d been weaning her off of it. She just stopped crying about it a week ago!”

“I told you about this - just like the kitchen. God, you get so goddamn wrapped up in your career that you forget important things like this!”

“Baby...” Harry whimpers, hands up in surrender. “I keep, I keep messing up. I’m - I don’t know where my mind is.”

“I’ll tell you were your mind is, Harry. In the countries your traveling to, the concerts your performing at. You promised me...you fucking promised when we started trying for a baby this stuff wouldn’t happen!!”

Harry’s face crumples, “yo-you’re my everything, lovie. You and bug. None of this means anything without you. I’ll quit music, never write another lyric or sing another note if that’s what you want from me.”

He meant that fully heartedly too.

When he wrote If I Could Fly and write the lyrics, “I’ll give up everything, just ask me to.”

The fans, the producers, you - don’t truly know how much he was being truthful in the lyrics.

“I would never ask you to do that. I want you to do what you love but I want you to follow through for your family!”

At your raised tons, Sasha begins to whine, looking with wide, concerned eyes.

“Mummy?”

With that, you scoop her up. “M’going to your mums. I’ll be back later.”

Harry watches anxiously as you pack Sasha’s bag. He feels useless as he hands your her fruit pouches and crackers from the pantry.

As you snatch the car keys from the entry tables, Harry asks in a near whisper, “What’s going on? I’m so lost.”

“I’m lost too. I jus-just can’t keep doing this. It’s too hard for you to be away from us like this. I feel like a single mom sometimes.”

With that, you’re out the door and on your way to your mother-in-laws. 

For the first time ever, Harry had a fleeting thought that you’re going to divorce him. He knows it’s not just about the toy and the pacifier.

He hasn’t been home enough. As much as he tries, the FaceTimes don’t make the distance and time apart any easier. 

You have all the responsibility of this little human and your heart twinges on days you’re missing you husband and you constantly at met with his little replica.

Harry feels like he’s going to have a panic attack. He’s only had a handful in his lifetime but this one was intense.

He grabs his phone and dials the number to his best friend. He really needed a shoulder to cry on right now.

“Hey mate! What’s good, big boy?” The Irish man belts into the phone only to be met with sniffles and tears.

“Niall, I don’t know what to do.”

—

Anne was expecting you. She had set up tea with little cake in the back garden. Sasha was excited to chase the cats around the greenery. Her cute jumpsuit sodden with dirt and grass stains in no time.

“I’m sick of being at home alone all the time with Sasha. I miss Harry too much, she misses him too much,” you croak, attempting to keep your tears at bay.

“I want Harry to continue his career and live his dream. Most people never get the chance he’s gotten. I-I just need him.”

“Oh honey,” she rubs my hand soothingly, “I can only imagine. I know I missed him fiercely to the point it was unbearable when he was sixteen. I still miss him too.”

“I...I’m going to sound like such a bad mother,” you take a deep breathe, “would I be a bad mum if Sash and I joined Harry on tour?”

“Do you think that’d make you a bad mum?” Anne asks softly, a small smile on her face.

“No, I don’t think. I’d be happier because I’d be with Harry and we could actually be a married couple 24/7. She would get to see her dad everyday.”

“I think you’ve found you answer,” Anne chuckles, pouring more hot water into your cups.

“It will be so stressful.”

“More stressful than it is now?” Anne replies.

“Nothing can be more stressful than right now.”

- -

The talk witdh Niall helped only a little bit but enough to not feel like he’s going to vomit every other minute.

He was worried you were going to come in here and ask him for a divorce because he couldn’t follow through on his promises as a husband and a father.

Harry was ready to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening. He’s not above groveling and begging for you to stay.

It is dark when you pull in, toting in a sleeping child in your arms that you pass off to Harry who’s waiting at the front door.

He tucks his baby into her bed, tugging the blankets over her, and staring down at her sweet, cherub face for a little longer than usual before heading into your master.

You’re sat on the corner of the bed, biting your lip, and playing with you flashy large diamond ring as a force of habit.

“Baby...” Harry rasps, not touching you but kneeling down in front of you. 

“I can’t do what we’re doing anymore,” you begin, completely unaware that Harry thinks you’re about to ask for a divorce.

“I don’t think you’re going to agree with what I have to say, but I think it’s the best,” you swallow harshly, hoping he doesn’t shoot down the proposition.

“Please, I’ll do anything, lovie. Don’t leave me, don’t divorce me. I’ll do anything’ you want, sweetheart. Please, I need you. I’m so inlove with you.”

Harry is full on sobbing by this point, hanging his head against your knees as he attempts to catch his breath but finding it hard.

“Harry!” You murmur in confusion “baby, look at me, please?”

It takes him a moment to meet your eyes, your face is soft but wrinkled in concern. 

“What are you talking about? Divorce?” You choke out the words. Never in a million years would you willingly agree to part from your husband.

“I know I’ve been fuckin’ up. I can’t bloody figure out how to balance shit. I’ve not followed through and neglected you n’ the baby. I’m a bad husband and a bad dad.”

“Hey,” you said with force, bringing your hand under his chin so he has to keep eye contact. “Do not ever say something like that again. You are the best husband and father. You provide for us. You love us more than I’ve thought possible. You’re perfect for Sasha and I.”

“You said you couldn’t do this anymore,” Harry chokes out, letting his ringed hands rest on the tops of your thighs. His diamond wedding rand flashing in the light.

“Oh, H. I’m sorry - I didn’t mean with you.” You chuckle lightly, “how could you ever possibly think I’d leave you, pet?”

He shakes his head, “it’s because y’too good for me. Don’t deserve you.”

“Hush,” you hums, running a hand through his curls. “I know how to fix this.”

“How? I’ll do anything f’you,” Harry would agree to jump off The Empire State Building for you without a second thought.

“The baba and I are going to join you on tour. I know we agreed it’s be too much but I can’t imagine it can be any harder than this.”

Harry’s face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“That’s if you’ll have us,” you whisper coyly, excited by his reaction.

“Yeah, baby. It means I get to fuck you every night,” Harry growls pushing you back and up into the bed before crawling on top of you.

“A teenage boy, I swear,” you giggle, flushed just thinking about how much more time you’ll have together. 

“S’it so bad I want t’fuck my wife? That I’m so bloody gone for you that I’d do anything f’you?” He presses against your lips before demanding entrance.

“You can have me in your bed every night,” you agree, letting his tongue twist with yours with fever and urgency. 

“Mmm, only groupie I’ll ever need.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, allowing him to slip your shirt over your head and attach his lips to your collarbone.

“Can’t wait to fuck you in every country - like we did when you toured with me before the bab.”

When he tosses your bra across the room, you gasp at his mouth finding your nipple instantly. Nipping and suckling at the sensitive nerves with intent.

His hand doesn’t waste anytime, skillfully unbuttoning your jeans and zip with one hand before cramming his large palm inside to cup you in his hand.

“Only pussy I want, fuckin’ made for me,” he groans at the warm wetness he feel through the thin underwear. The tips of his fingers stroke over your clit with confident movements.

“Stop teasing!” You whine, wriggling out of your jeans and panties in one go. Harry is still completely dressed above you - which shouldn’t be sexy but it is.

“Don’t know how I thought you’d ever leave me. Y’fucking obsessed with my cock,” he laughs - sure of himself now.

“If you don’t touch me, I swear-“

“I’ve got you lovie, best wife ever, y’know? Just wanna please you,” he promises the damp skin on your neck, landing nips and bites that will surely leave a mark. 

“Then please me,” you demand, your tone a higher pitch than usual for your arousal.

You’re rolling your hips upwards to meet his jean-clad center. The friction feels delicious against your sensitive nerves.

Harry takes hold of your hip with one hand to halt your grinding, his other hand finding your heat and without hesitation - slides two thick fingers into you.

“H, yeah,” y/n moans, rolling her hips down to meet his hand. Her arousal coating his knuckles and he can’t describe how sexy that is.

He curls his fingers towards the top of you tight wall, finding the little spongey spot that has you bucking your hips and whimpering.

“Oh, did I find the spot, love?” Harry teases like he doesn’t know. He’s been an expert in pleasuring you for the past eight years. 

“Yes baby, m’gonna come,” you nearly slur with pleasure. The cold metal of his rings brushing against your heated folds in relief.

“Only gonna let you come - if you promise me you’ll come again f’me.”

“I will, H. I wil-“

“Ssh, s’okay. Give it to me, my love,” Harry croons sweetly, leaning to suck a nipple as he speeds up his minstrations. 

Your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, your hips meeting his curled fingers on every thrust as he pushes you over the edge, “fu-fuck,” you moan, trying your best to keep your voice down.

“Tha’s it. M’wife looks so fuckin’ gorgeous when she’s coming on my fingers. Need you on my cock,” Harry grunts, removing his fingers and working to get his clothes off as fast as possible.

He’s positioning himself at your entrance with intent, wasting no time pushing in. No matter how many times you took him - it was always a stretch but it was immensely pleasurable.

“Love you, love our family. Can’t wait f’you two to join me on tour,” Harry pants, attempting to keep his thrust slow and meaningful but he was so turned on he was already becoming sloppy.

“S’going to be so nice. Spend everyday with my husband,” you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your feet on his bum. You can feel the muscle flexing from his thrusts.

“Yeah, never get tired of hearin’ that word.”

“Husband?” You giggle, “we’ve been married for five years.”

“Still can’t believe you agreed to,” Harry murmurs, his lips pressed against your temple as he becomes more determined. His thumb finding your clit and giving it hard, tight rubs.

Harry could have anyone he wanted. Millions of people lusted after him. It was hard to believe sometimes that he only wanted you. But in moments like this, you never questioned it.

“You’re ridiculous,” you tell him, biting his full bottom lip.

He growls, “hush up. Let me fuck you, yeah?” 

With that, the only thing that leaves your mouth is whines and gasps as he hits your spot on every fluid thrust with a determined thumb on your nerves.

“Cl-close,” Y/N shutters, legs quivering with sensitivity and arousal.

“Baby, baby wait f’me, m’close,” he begs against your skin, licking and kissing wherever he can reach. He speeds up his movements and you fell him tensing up, his mouth dripping open in an o shape and his eyes squeezing shut - his telltale sign.

You allow yourself to let go at that point and ride out the waves of intense climax with him as he weakly thrust a few more times until he lays his weight on top of you.

“The bubby is going to love South America,” Harry smiles into your mouth. His large palms massaging at your shaky, wet thighs.

“I think she’s going to love being with her daddy more,” Y/N replies, a hand coming to cup his jaw in a slow, languid twist. 

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[blaqpanther]

My name is kinda long which upsets me bc I want those giant letter ballons for my next bday but like, it's too much. I just really want ballons for my bday.

[callmeethaniguess]

Imm turnubg off autocorrect and lookiv at the screen with my eyes squinted. I’m gonna write whatever I feel likne. Rate how awful it all is

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PaANIC BELLS IT RED ALERT THEFE SOMETHING HERE FROM SOMWHEFE ELSE

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