#I could happily spend hours running my hands through those curls

[jessieren]

Following @librawritesstuff extensive research this felt apt for today…

ENDEAVOUR MORSE HAIRPORN. ( 3x01 Ride )

[sugar-softies]

It had all started the day Noah accidentally shrank Theo’s gym clothes in the wash.

“It’s no big deal, I’ll just skip today.” Theo stretched and yawned. 

“Fuck, are you sure?” Noah bit his lip. “I could run out and get you some shorts or something from Wal-mart?”

“It’s my fault for only having the one set anyway,” Theo said. “Besides, I’ve been tired lately. Maybe this is just the rest day I needed.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Noah still looked upset with himself until Theo cupped his cheek in one hand and pulled him in to kiss his forehead. 

It hadn’t seemed like much, one little mishap with the laundry and Theo deciding to take a day off. Of course, then he forgot to go buy new gym clothes the next day, and he felt like relaxing again the day after that, and the day after that, and then forgot again…

Noah would have been beating himself up if Theo didn’t seem to be enjoying his rest. His boyfriend used to spend hours keeping busy: working out at the gym, walking their dog, doing chores around the house, not to mention the insane hours he put in at his job. Most nights he’d collapse into bed exhausted, but cutting the gym out of the mix had given him a little more time to sleep in and have energy for the day.

“It’s weird having you here for dinner…” Noah chuckled as he filled Theo’s plate.

“Is it?” Theo frowned. “That… can’t feel good. I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s fine, I know you’re busy.” Noah slid into Theo’s lap and kissed his cheek. “Still nice to have you here now though.”

“I’ll try to come home a little earlier.” Noah took a bite and groaned happily. “Especially now that I know I’ve been missing out on your cooking this whole time! Did you go to culinary school in secret or something?”

Noah laughed and blushed, cuddling close and shaking his head. 

As promised, Theo started cutting back on the work hours too, coming home earlier instead of sticking around to cover for others and please a demanding manager. 

… then he started going in later too.

And calling out.

“Didn’t you have work today?” Noah slipped on his shoes while their excitable dog, Cakepop, jumped excitedly at the sight of his leash.

“I called out sick.” Theo paused his game to give Noah his full attention, setting the controller aside so he could open a bag of chips. “Last night was really rough and when I woke up I just didn’t really have it in me to go in. Thought I might cry honestly.”

“Oh…” Noah’s heart clenched with concern. “Well, I’m proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

“I don’t really know what I’m going to do all day,” Theo admitted. “I mean, there’s some chores to catch up on but those shouldn’t take long.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something, you always do.” Noah kissed his forehead before heading out with Cakepop.

When he came home some twenty minutes later, Theo was still gaming. 

He kept gaming through lunch, and through dinner, though he didn’t miss out on Noah’s cooking since he brought the meals out to him. 

Noah curled up against Theo happily with a pint of ice cream, watching him clear another level. His heart fluttered as he realized Theo had never gotten dressed today, and was still in pjs. It felt nice knowing his overworked partner had gotten to relax today. 

“Dessert?” he offered, showing Theo two plastic spoons. 

“Ahhh-” Theo playfully opened his mouth so he didn’t have to put his controller down, and Noah laughed and fed him a spoonful. 

That’s when it really started.

Because, Noah noticed that Theo’s shirt was hugging his middle a little tighter than normal, and he’d been real careful with the laundry ever since the gym clothes incident (hey, had Theo ever gotten new gym clothes?) so he knew it hadn’t shrunk. 

When he thought about it, Theo hadn’t been nearly as active as usual lately, and he’d actually been around for meals. Noah’s cheeks warmed as he realized he really liked the idea of this trend continuing, and he scooped another spoonful of ice cream and offered it to Theo.

He kept going, curious to see if Theo would ever ask him to stop, his heart pounding harder and harder as he saw more and more of the bottom of the container. Eventually he’d scraped the sides for all they were worth and Theo was leaning back with his feet on the table, his stomach obviously rounded out.

Theo burped. “Whoa, ‘scuse me. Think I overdid it on the dessert.”

“... I don’t think you did.” Noah reached out hesitantly and began to rub Theo’s stomach. “I think… you could even have a little more…”

And that brought them to today.

Noah hummed happily as he flipped another pancake onto the stack, filling up a plate and drowning it with syrup before putting it onto a breakfast tray. 

Then he put the breakfast tray onto a cart that already had three similar breakfast trays on it, all of them full to the brim. 

It was really well past noon, but Theo liked to sleep in. They’d both realized it pretty quickly when they started indulging his restful side. Noah had brought home some memory foam pillows and a new comforter and Theo had kissed him silly for it. 

Theo was currently cuddled up to those pillows as Noah rolled in the cart, but thanks to the hot weather the blanket was pushed down by his feet, giving Noah the perfect view of Theo’s body.

What had once been toned arms were now round with dimples at the elbow and wrists, pecs had become breasts about as big as Noah’s head, near abs had become a whale of a gut that looked beautiful resting on the mattress as Theo slept on his side. 

Noah bit his lip as he took a moment to admire him before grabbing a muffin and waving it under Theo’s nose.

Theo gave a bit of a snort as he woke, smiling sleepily as he recognized the smell and immediately opening his mouth.

“Good morning.” Noah fed him the muffin, marveling at how quickly it vanished. “Bed day or up day?”

“Bed day for sure,” Theo purred as he stretched luxuriously, already opening his mouth for more. 

Noah giggled and took a seat on the edge of the bed, keeping the cart close so he could steadily feed Theo until every crumb was gone. 

“Remember when you first got a little chubby and I called you my teddy bear?” he rubbed Theo’s swollen belly with both hands. “You’re more like one of those grizzly bears now.”

“Oh, like the ones on twitter? The fattest bear competition?” Theo laughed. “Man… that’s the life. Just worrying about getting fat and sleeping all winter…”

“You say that like that isn’t your life now,” Noah teased.

“Heh, true.” Theo started playing with his belly, admiring his fat rolls. 

“Time for shake?” Noah asked excitedly. 

“No time to digest even?” Theo pretended to complain. 

“The more we stretch your stomach the more food you can eat later,” Noah reminded him in a sultry tone.

“Alright, guess I’ll buckle up and try then.” Theo tried to take a deep breath, his full belly already weighing heavily on his lungs.

One day, for some reason, Noah found himself making the weight gain shake first. 

He wasn’t sure why he started it before breakfast, but figured he might as well give it to Theo first so he could sleep it off and wake up with more room for food. He knew that as much as he liked filling up, he also liked being able to enjoy the taste of food, and that could be hard to do when all you could think about is how full you are. 

He grabbed the funnel and headed back to their bedroom, and seeing Theo asleep on the bed he suddenly remembered why he’d been so eager to do the shake first.

“Sleep feeding?” Noah laughed. “I don’t think it works that way.”

“Of course it doesn’t,” Theo chuckled. “It’s just smut, but it’s pretty hot still.”

“It is…” Noah must have been eyeing Theo hungrily because Theo grinned and nodded.

“Well, if you ever wanna try it, I do like my sleep..”

Noah eyed his boyfriend’s stomach as it rose and fell with breath. He gulped as he brought the tube over to Theo’s mouth. 

He had to be careful, he didn’t want him to accidentally choke or anything, or get the bed messy. Of course, in the end, he didn’t have either of those problems, because as soon as the tube hit Theo’s mouth, Theo’s mouth clasped around it and he started sucking. 

“Oh man-” Noah turned bright red, and quickly started pouring shake into the funnel. 

He lost track of how many times he filled that funnel, all he knew is that Theo kept sucking it down greedily. His knees were going weak from the sight of it, and he felt honestly so happy that he was able to give his boyfriend the ultimate restful experience. 

“You never have to leave this bed again, I swear,” he whimpered, which seemed to make Theo stir.

Theo’s eyelids fluttered open, and for a second there was confusion in his eyes, then a wince, then he looked over to Noah and smiled, a little bit of shake leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Theo only paused in his gulping as he rocked side to side, eventually managing to flop onto one side, and then onto his hands and knees. His stomach was pushing his arms and legs apart and weighed heavily on the bed, it was clear he was having trouble holding himself up but he still lifted a hand to grab the feeding tube and keep it in place as he started gulping shake down twice as fast. 

“You’re doing such a good job,” Noah gasped out praise. “You’re going to get so big… fuck you’re going to get enormous. You already are enormous! I can’t even remember the last time you got dressed, we probably don’t even have anything that fits you anymore. Keep going.”

He went until he ran out of shake, and had to stifle a moan as Theo kept sucking hard on the tube anyway, looking like he was in a sort of trance. 

It took Theo a second to realize there wasn’t anymore shake coming his way, but once he did he let his arm quickly fall to help support himself and gasped, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

“God I feel like a hog,” he wheezed out around a burp. “Dunno if I can even…” he wiggled side to side again, hands and knees moving centimeters closer to the edge of the bed before his arms gave out and he simply flopped onto his belly. “Yeah, I think m’stuck here until I digest… that was so good.”

Noah immediately crawled into bed with him, excited by how little space was left for him. “You should get some more sleep,” he decided.

“Yeah? That’s really okay?” Theo yawned. “You sure you don’t need anything?”

“I need you to rest, and be ready for round two.” Noah sucked a breath in through his teeth and grabbed a rough handful of Theo’s belly. “And round three, and four, and five.”

[bradshawsbaby]

Can you write 11 for Rhett and Honey Bee?

PS Loveeee your writing!! 💛

Thank you so much! 😘 “Freshly baked bread” seemed like a good prompt for a slow Saturday morning!

It was one of those Saturday mornings that filled you with an inexplicable sense of hope and joy, the bright Wyoming sun spilling in through every window of your cozy little home and a warm breeze chasing away any lingering hints of the cold winter you’d just made it through.

Rhett had woken up early, before the sun had even fully risen, when the sky was still painted with violets and dark blues and the tiniest hint of magenta.

“Where’re you goin’?” you mumbled sleepily, your eyes still closed as you reached for him, anchored by the feel of his warm skin beneath your fingertips.

“I’ll be back soon, honeybee,” he whispered in return, his voice still gruff from sleep. He bent down to drop a kiss onto your forehead. “Just got to go check on a few things in the barn and the east pasture.”

“This early?” you grumbled, your eyes still closed as you burrowed deeper under the covers.

Rhett chuckled at that, rubbing your back with one large, calloused palm. He bent down again to whisper low in your ear, “Figured I’d get everything out of the way now so that I could spend the rest of my Saturday with my two favorite girls.” His voice, husky and deep, felt like melted butter.

Butterflies danced in your stomach and you couldn’t help but grin like a schoolgirl. “Well alright then, cowboy,” you teased, turning your head towards him in search of a proper kiss, which he gave you. “Make sure to give Ruthie a kiss before you go. But try not to wake her. I still want to sleep for a while,” you laughed.

Your husband chuckled at that, rising from the bed. “Will do, honeybee.”

When you did actually wake a couple hours later, the sky outside your window was a cornflower blue, a couple white puffy clouds floating by lazily. You couldn’t help but smile at what a perfect Saturday it was already shaping up to be—and you hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.

Slipping out from beneath your cozy blankets, you reached for your robe and draped it over the silky nightgown you’d worn to bed last night, the one that Rhett always loved to run his fingers over until he fell asleep. You padded out of your bedroom on quiet, bare feet and made your way to your daughter’s nursery, where you found her awake and beaming at you from her crib.

“Good morning, my little sunshine girl,” you cooed, stepping over to the crib and carefully lifting Ruthie into your arms. At eight months old, your daughter already had a headful of riotous curls, the same color as her daddy’s, his big blue eyes, and a few tiny teeth to boot, which she always managed to show off with her big smiles.

Ruthie babbled brightly, immediately reaching for your face and touching your cheeks in greeting. Your heart swelled with love for her and you peppered her face with kisses, which made her laugh, the sound warming you from the inside out.

“What do you say we go downstairs and get some breakfast ready for Daddy?” you asked, smoothing her hair back gently.

At the mention of Rhett, Ruthie’s smile grew even wider and she wiggled happily in your arms.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you laughed, resting your daughter on your hip as you carried her downstairs to the kitchen.

After settling Ruthie in her high chair with her favorite stuffed cow, you set about opening all the windows to let in the fresh spring air and then went to the record player to choose some music to enjoy while you cooked. You ended up selecting a record of John Denver’s greatest hits, his smooth, calm voice filling the house.

“Good thing Mama started making this dough yesterday, huh, Ruthie?” you asked with a wink, glancing over at your daughter as you removed the cloth from the dough you’d left to rise overnight. Sourdough bread always did take a lot of work, but it was worth it.

You hummed along to Annie’s Song as you shaped the dough with expert hands, kneading it and molding it until it had transformed into a perfect loaf. You then covered it with the cloth once more, leaving it to rise for another thirty minutes while you preheated the oven.

When Ruthie started to get a little fussy, you stopped to feed her and fill her little belly, then went back to preparing fresh eggs and sausages for you and Rhett, the kitchen filling with a tantalizing aroma that made your mouth water.

As Sunshine On My Shoulders started playing, you pulled your sourdough towards you and slashed the top of it before popping it into the oven to begin baking.

“If I had a song that I could sing for you,” you crooned softly, lifting your daughter into your arms. “I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.”

Unbeknownst to you, Rhett had returned home through the mud room at the back of the house, kicking off his work boots and moving towards the kitchen on surprisingly quiet feet. He stood leaning against the opening between the kitchen and the small dining room, arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face as he watched his wife and daughter dancing around the kitchen together, the smell of breakfast and warm bread floating across his senses.

He couldn’t think of a time he had ever been so happy.

“Smells good in here,” he finally said, hating to break the magic of the moment that was happening before him.

“Rhett!” you gasped out in surprise, laughing as you put one hand over your heart.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned, walking over to you and kissing you softly in greeting before lifting Ruthie out of your arms and kissing her forehead. He then walked over to the counter, where you’d already begun laying out all the food you’d prepared. “Look at all this. Did you make this, Ruthie girl?” he asked, wiggling your daughter’s leg affectionately.

“Sure, give her all the credit,” you teased, smirking as you shook your head. “What am I, chopped liver?”

“Oh, was it Mama who did it?” Rhett winked, kissing the crown of your daughter’s head as he stepped back over to you. “Smells so damn good, honeybee,” he murmured, kissing you again.

“Language,” you warned with a smile, accepting his kiss eagerly.

“Sorry,” Rhett mumbled. “Smells so dang good,” he amended with a chuckle.

You giggled, stroking Ruthie’s back as you gazed up at your husband. “Sourdough bread should be ready soon. Why don’t you take Ruthie to see the horses and I’ll finish setting everything up?”

Rhett shook his head, smiling at you as he lowered Ruthie back down into her high chair. “You already did all this, honeybee. Let me help you finish setting up.”

“Rhett, no! You already—”

“No arguing now, Mrs. Abbott,” he teased, swatting your butt playfully as he stepped up beside you. He began rolling up his sleeves. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Twenty minutes later, you and Rhett had the table all set, the food simmering deliciously and a pot of coffee freshly brewed. The finishing touch was the golden brown loaf of sourdough bread that now sat at the center of the table, beside a stick of fresh butter Cecilia had just given you the day before.

“Mmm,” Rhett sighed in pleasure as soon as he took one bite. He looked over at you with a wink. “Best sourdough I’ve ever had.”

Yep, as far as Saturdays went, this one was pretty perfect.

Spring OTP Prompts 🥖

[wildxlily]

The One - Part II

Lily’s breathing soon grew slow and deep, both of them knocking out for the night. She did wake up a couple times and glance at the glowing alarm clock numbers before getting comfy again and dozing back off.

Harry stayed asleep through the night with minimal changing of positions, too comfortable tangled up with Lily. The sun coming in through the windows the next morning was what got him to finally start waking up, using a hand to rub at his eyes.

Lily shifted again whenever Harry began to stir. Her eyes still felt tired, though, so she kept them closed and just cuddled even closer to Harry, practically burying her face into him.

Harry kept an arm around Lily’s waist while moving his free hand to rest along the back of her shoulder. He was too comfy to even think about moving, but he did eventually open his eyes to look over at the time.

Lily’s arms slipped around Harry’s waist and she lazily ran her fingertips along the soft skin of his side as she slowly woke up. But that didn’t mean she was going to move any more than that.

Harry was way too comfortable. He wished they had the whole day to stay right where they were in that bed, but the reminder that their new house was the reason they'd have to get up was a complete motivator. "Good morning," he spoke after a bit.

Lily tilted her head back then and opened her eyes, sending Harry a sleepy smile. “Good morning, love,” she returned. Her body pressed closer to his as she gave a small stretch. “What time is it?”

Harry couldn't help but return the smile, as sleepy as he was still. "A little after eight," he answered, tightening his arms around her waist.

Lily hummed and nodded. “Got some time before we have to get up. Then I thought maybe stop at a cafe on the way and grab coffee and pastries for all of us. Feel like we need to thank the guy after he hurried the process through for us,” she mused.

Harry nodded, mindlessly running his fingers through the ends of Lily's hair. "That is a great idea, lovey. He is probably the best realtor on earth after all he got done for us," he smiled.

Their realtor really had gone above and beyond. He also saved them a lot of time spent stressing over if they’d gotten the house or not. “One hundred percent the best,” Lily nodded.

"Until we have to leave..." Harry shifted them so his head rested on her chest, eyes closing. "I'm going back to sleep," he joked with a grin.

Lily laid there frozen for a bit, her hand hovering above his head before she finally rested it on his curls. “You are such a faker,” she giggled, tilting her head down to look at him. Sure enough he was grinning.

Harry then opened his eyes to peek up at Lily with the same grin. "No...I'll do it. I'll go back to sleep right now," he teased, his hand resting against her side.

“Mhm. Sure,” Lily nodded before leaning down to give him a kiss. “Sweet dreams then, babes.” She played along as she laid her head back down, her own grin on her face as she watched him for his next move.

Harry smiled into the kiss before returning his head to lay against her, quiet for a moment before speaking up again. "Hmm, you know what...I've decided I'd actually prefer to look at you for the next hour instead."

Lily’s brows quirked up as she waited for a response. Then her head fell back with a laugh this time and her hand moved from his hair to cover those beautiful eyes of his. “Nooo! That’s creepy,” she giggled.

Harry laughed softly, gently wrapping his hand around her wrist. “Noo…just looking at the love of my life. I could do that alll day,” he smiled, bringing her hand to his mouth so he could press a kiss to it.

Lily’s cheeks were surely pink now. “Just so long as you talk to me. It’d be creepy if you just looked at me in silence,” she allowed. And really who was she to judge? She’d happily spend hours gazing at Harry, so she had no right to deny him the same.

“I suppose…” Harry gave in with a little sigh, but was right back to smiling at Lily. “It’ll have to be another day, though. The love of my life and I are going to buy a house today.”

Lily beamed and shimmied her shoulders ever so slightly in a little happy dance. “A house on the beach!” she added excitedly. A small part of her had worried when she first woke up that the phone call had been a dream.

“Crazy.” Harry smiled softly. They were so lucky finding this house and they both knew it. The timing was perfect. “Think we should get up and get ready?”

Lily blew out a breath but nodded, “Need to get everything packed up anyways.” She waited for Harry to sit up before she did the same and climbed out of the bed, groaning a little as she stretched. “And we can’t forget to stop and get that tea set,” she reminded Harry as she grabbed her clothes for the day from her bag.

Harry pulled out clothes from his bag once he finally got out of bed, heading into the bathroom. “Tea set and cafe and beach house. Our to-do list for the day.”

“That’s a pretty nice to do list,” Lily grinned. She just changed in the room and made sure all their chargers were unplugged and tucked away before she joined Harry in the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Harry took a quick shower since he inevitably had bed head from a great night of sleep. Plus, he just loved showers. He got dressed once he finished, fixing his hair and brushing his teeth. All he had left was to pack his clothes and fortunately, that didn’t take long at all.

Lily and Harry had the morning routine down after years of getting ready at the same time for work. So it was no surprise when they finished around the same time. “Ready?” she asked with an excited smile.

Harry checked the room one more time to make sure they weren’t leaving anything behind. “So ready, darling. Are you ready?” he grinned at Lily while grabbing their bags.

Lily just beamed as she nodded, opening the door and holding it for Harry before following behind him. Once they had all their things placed in the backseat, she eagerly hopped into the passenger side, excited for their day.

Harry put their bags into the car before getting in himself, buckling his seatbelt. “Tea set first?” he asked. The cafe wouldn’t be far from the shops they visited last night, and luckily, neither was the house.

Lily glanced towards the clock, judging the time we had. “Yeah, I don’t imagine it will take long since we already picked which style we wanted,” she reasoned.

Harry gave a nod and found Lily’s hand before starting to drive. “You got it, lovey.” It wasn’t a long drive at all, Harry parking near the shops. “First official home decor,” he winked at her.

Lily lazily interlaced their fingers and gave his a squeeze whenever they pulled up to the shop. She climbed out and waited for him to join her on the sidewalk before taking his hand again. “Speaking of which…I know our apartment is mostly me and I want our home to be more of the two of us.” With Lily already having so many things in the apartment, it made it difficult to add in Harry’s without making it overly cluttered. Thankfully, that shouldn’t be an issue in their new home with more space and a blank slate.

Harry took her hand again once they were walking towards the shop. “Well, then I’m looking forward to going shopping with you.” He smiled at her. He was more than ready to make this house their new home.

“Anything in particular you’d like to change?” Lily wondered as they walked. Sure she’d adjusted their bedroom so it wasn’t so frilly, not that it had been bad to begin with, but there was their living room and kitchen that she hadn’t bothered to adjust.

“Probably get some new stuff for the living room, yeah? We’ve got more space now than in the apartment.” Harry suggested as they walked and opened the door once they reached the store with the tea set.

Lily nodded in agreement, “We’ll definitely need more decor to fill in the space.” She made her way over to the display of tea cups and reached up for the one they had chosen yesterday. “Does four sound good? Or should we get more?” she wondered, her lips pursed together in debate. “Four would work if your mum and Gemma came, but if my family comes, we’d be one cup down.”

Harry followed Lily over. “How about six? Or eight would cover both of our families if they visit at the same time?” he suggested and smiled.

Lily switched to nibbling on her bottom lip and then finally nodded in agreement. “I say eight just to be safe. In case they all come for a holiday,” she decided. Since the display only held one of each, Lily carefully carried the cup and saucer to the counter and asked the worker if they had eight available of that design. She was confident they did and headed to the back to find them.

“Let’s do it, lovey.” They headed to the counter and waited while the worker went to check their inventory. “Anything else you see that you want, babes?” They could always come back to the store now that they’d be living minutes away from it.

Lily looked to Harry whenever the worker left and just smiled as she reached for Harry’s hand. “A kiss from my amazing husband,” she answered softly. She could always count on him to organize her thoughts and help her reason through things; all with the utmost patience.

Harry laced their fingers slowly, giving her a short kiss before pulling away to look at her with a smile. “Should we make out in the teacup shop?”

Lily laughed, the head falling back kind, and quickly covered her mouth to muffle it. She just shook her head at Harry. “Here I was trying to thank you for helping me and then you go and say something like that,” she giggled.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh with Lily, leaning against the side of the counter. “I thought I would at least make the offer while the opportunity’s there,” he grinned. The worker soon came back with eight cups and saucers all wrapped up for them and placed them on the counter. “Thank you so much for your help,” Harry told the woman as he paid.

Lily gave his hand a little squeeze before turning her attention to the worker so she could pay for the cups. “Not at all, dears. You picked a lovely set,” the woman smiled as she passed the card back to Lily. Lily thanked her once more and then followed Harry back to the car so they could put the teacups with the rest of their things before going to the cafe.

They tucked the bag in with the rest of their things in the car before heading to the cafe. “This was a very nice idea,” he told Lily, holding the door to the cafe open for her.

Lily gave him a soft thank you as she stepped into the cafe. “We really do owe him for pushing our offer through. A muffin and coffee barely cover it,” she mused as she looked over the menu, trying to decide what she wanted this morning.

Harry nodded in agreement. Their realtor did everything he could in finding them a house and speeding the process up as much as possible. “We’ll have to think if there’s anything else we can get him after this.” Harry decided on his coffee and snack after looking at the menu, waiting while Lily decided.

“One hundred percent,” Lily agreed. She was already brainstorming gifts for him. Finally decided, she stepped up to the counter to order for herself and the realtor, taking a small step to the side for Harry to finish their order off.

Harry ordered last and paid before stepping aside with Lily to wait for it. “Finn’s gonna be happy to see us when we get home,” he smiled softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Lily pouted her lip a little as she rested her head on Harry’s shoulder. “I miss our fur baby,” she mumbled. “If anything would tear me away from the beach, it’s our Finny.” If anything, he’d have to get used to car trips as Harry and Lily spent time getting the house ready and just join them.

“Just think, he’s going to love all those sun spots and all the rooms he’ll have to explore. It’ll just take some time for him to get used to everything.” Finn was absolutely their baby.

Lily lifted her head so she could look to Harry. “Maybe we can bring him with us each time we visit the house,” she suggested, one of her hands reaching up to fiddle with Harry’s fingers that rested on her shoulder. “Kind of ease him into it.”

Harry nodded. “See if he minds this car ride.” Fortunately it wasn’t too long of a drive from their apartment. Their food and drinks were soon ready and Harry went with Lily to pick it up from the counter before going to the car.

“He’s at least done it before, but only that one trip.” Finn didn’t typically mind his carrier too much, but surely they could let him out in the car to lounge with them if he got antsy. Lily grabbed their bag of treats, letting Harry get their drink holder and holding the door open for him. Once they were settled in the car, she held her hands out to hold the drinks.

They managed to get back to the car, Harry handing the drinks over to Lily once she was situated. He buckled his seatbelt before starting to drive again. “Last stop. You ready?” he smiled.

Lily grinned, wiggling her legs a little in excitement. “Off to see our new home and officially sign for it,” she beamed at Harry. “We need to take all the pictures of the inside to plan and a picture of us.”

“You got it. We’ve got to get a selfie.” Harry smiled. He drove them to the house where he parked and carried the drinks after getting out. The realtor’s car was already there which meant they could head right in.

Lily gave Harry the drinks and followed beside him with the bag of pastries, a visible pep in her step as they made their way up to the door.

Much like yesterday, their realtor was waiting at the island in the kitchen, papers spread out in front of him and temporary stools for them to sit. He looked up when they entered with a bright smile. “Good morning! How are you guys feeling?”

Lily smiled widely back at him. “Absolutely over the moon,” she replied honestly. “And extremely grateful. We brought you a coffee and chocolate chip muffin. I hope you like that flavor and if not I have a blueberry one.” She placed the bag on the counter to retrieve said muffins.

“You didn’t have to do that!” the realtor stood to greet them with a smile. “But chocolate chip is my favorite, so thank you.” Harry followed behind Lily and closed the door behind them. “This shouldn’t take too long. We’ve got a few things to go over regarding the next steps of the process and some more papers for you both to sign. It doesn’t usually happen this quick, but I’m so glad it did for you guys,” their realtor said.

Lily slid onto one of the stools and waited for Harry to join her before she passed him his pastry. “We’re very grateful that you were able to speed up the process for us.”

The realtor waved it off, “It made it easier on all of us.” He began to lay out papers so they faced Harry and Lily and explained their next steps.

Harry handed out their coffees from the carrier and took a seat on the stool beside Lily. They didn’t waste much time before getting into the paperwork, reviewing and signing it. Harry couldn’t have been more grateful to have a realtor who talked them through every step of the way.

Lily sipped on her coffee as they worked through things, not wanting to get crumbs on all the papers. It felt a bit crazy signing their names on paperwork for a house, but she was excited, reaching over to give Harry’s knee a squeeze at one point.

Harry gave a smile to Lily when she touched his knee. This was incredibly exciting, and even more so that they were doing this together. Eventually they finished going through all of the papers.

“Do you want to take another look around before you have to head home?” the realtor asked grinning, already assuming their answer.

“Yes, please.” Thankfully Lily kept from embarrassing herself by sharing how they wanted to take pictures to plan. Although the realtor was probably used to it.

“Take all the time you need. If you’ll just lock the door when you leave and let me know, I’ll drop back by and make sure everything is all set,” he smiled at them as he gathered up the papers. “I’ve got a showing of another house not too far.”

“That would be perfect. Thank you so much again for everything,” Harry stood to shake the realtor’s hand.

The realtor gathered the papers and his coffee before heading towards the door. “We’ll talk soon. Congrats and enjoy!”

Lily waited for the realtor to leave, her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to hide her excited smile. But then she turned to Harry once the door shut and just beamed, letting out a little joyous squeal as she did yet another happy dance.

Harry had the biggest grin when he looked at Lily after the realtor left. “We’ve got a house, lovey!” he smiled, holding his arms out for a hug.

Lily practically leapt into Harry’s arms, wrapping her own around his neck. “This is our house,” she breathed out, a hint of dreaminess to her voice.

Harry’s arms immediately wrapped around Lily’s waist, spinning her a bit while the biggest smile remained on his face. “Finally,” he happily sighed, resting his head in the crook of her neck.

Lily reached up to cup the back of his head when Harry nuzzled closer, bending her own head down to place a kiss to his neck. She was at quite a loss for words once again; happy beyond belief.

Harry smiled softly, picking his head up to place a kiss of his own to her cheek. “What do you say, lovey…? Ready to look around again? Get all our pictures?”

Lily couldn’t resist turning so she could give him a proper kiss, letting it linger for a moment before she pulled away and nodded. “So ready.” She reached for her phone and opened up the camera app, taking a few steps back so she could get Harry in the shot. “Smile, babes.”

Harry was more than happy to return the kiss, happy to finally do so in their new home with the realtor now gone. He stood still and posed with the biggest smile for Lily’s picture. “Cheese.”

Lily snapped a couple of Harry and just giggled, smiling herself. “You are too stinking cute.” Keeping the app open, she walked over so she could get a good picture of the kitchen and dining area. Then turned and did the same with the living room. “Any ideas popping up for you right away?” she asked.

Harry followed Lily around so he could look at the rooms, too. There were lots of ways they could decorate, but they also didn’t have to get the whole house furnished immediately. “We’ll need a bigger couch,” he answered smiling.

Lily laughed a little and resisted rolling her eyes. “You have mentioned a bigger couch before,” she allowed with a nod. “Think an L shaped one?” Her brows crinkled as she tried to visualize the room and where they would place the couch. A bigger couch would also provide more seating for visitors.

“I think so. There’s enough space for that. Then we could get like, a bigger coffee table for the middle and fancy it up.” They had time, but possibly it would be a good idea to decorate one room at a time so it wouldn’t be so overwhelming all at once.

Lily laughed a little to herself and looked to Harry, her eyebrows quirked slightly. “Fancy it up?” she asked, clearly amused. They definitely had the space, and then some for Harry’s ideas. Especially in comparison to their current living room.

Harry smiled at Lily. “You heard me,” he said teasingly, grinning. He walked around the downstairs once more just to check everything out. He couldn’t believe it was theirs. “Upstairs?” he looked at her.

Lily nodded, satisfied with the pictures she’d gotten of downstairs, and followed Harry upstairs. She got quick photos of the spare rooms, knowing that they could be some of the last spaces they worried about. Same for the guest bathroom. Their bedroom and personal bathroom however, she wanted to get multiple photos of.

Harry walked around upstairs as Lily got all the pictures they would need. Luckily they did have some furniture already, and they of course didn’t have to focus on the spare rooms at first. “Exciting, exciting,” he grinned at her.

Lily finished up in the bathroom and tucked her phone back in her purse before joining Harry in their bedroom again. She slipped her arms around his waist and gently swayed them back and forth. “Very exciting,” she agreed. “I can’t wait to make it ours.”

His own arms wrapped around her, keeping her close. He couldn’t have agreed more with Lily. “Very much worth the wait, my lovey.”

Lily lifted up on the balls of her feet to reach Harry for a sweet kiss. The fact that they were buying a home was slowly starting to sink in and feel real.

Harry’s hands rested on top of Lily’s hips as he leaned down a little to meet her for the kiss. He couldn’t resist giving her a few more quick ones. Finally having the house they’ve spent a long time searching for was the biggest relief.

Lily returned each kiss before pulling away and standing flat footed again. “Should we get our selfie out front and then head home to tell Finn the exciting news?” she asked with a smile.

“I think that sounds like an excellent idea.” Harry smiled. He let go of Lily so that they could head back downstairs and opened the front door for her.

Lily made sure that she locked the door before stepping out. Then she walked down the sidewalk enough that they could get the house in the background. “Alright, you’ve got longer arms for the selfies,” she teased, holding her phone out to Harry.

Harry closed the door behind them. He followed her down the sidewalk and smiled as he took Lily’s phone. “Big smiles,” he told her, his arm going around her waist while holding the phone out in front of them.

Lily cuddled into Harry’s side and beamed brightly at the camera, her excitement and joy evident. After he took the picture, she gave his side a little squeeze. “Love it,” she smiled up at him.

Harry smiled and handed Lily her phone back after they got a chance to look at the selfie. “I love you,” he raised his brows a bit and pouted his lips for a kiss.

Lily just smiled even wider, if that was even possible, and quickly leaned up to give him a kiss. She cupped his cheek to keep him close and stole one more before pulling back. “Ready, then?” she asked, already starting towards the car.

Harry smiled after pulling away and took her hand, walking back towards the car. They got into the car and Harry started it before buckling his seatbelt. “Here we come, Finny.”

Lily hopped in and got comfy in the passenger seat. She was quiet for a bit, just looking out the window as they drove out of town. She’d definitely be counting down until they got to return. “Okay. Thinking out loud here,” she turned a little in her seat to face Harry. “What do you think of getting your stuff out of storage that we still want and moving it first. We could set the bed up in the guest room so we have it to sleep on if we spend the weekend decorating or whatever.”

Harry listened to Lily and then gave a nod, reaching over to place his hand in her lap. “I think that’s a good idea. Move in what we want and then we can start to get rid of what we don’t from my stuff. Then I think we should tackle the bigger rooms that we’ll be using the most.”

Lily nodded in agreement, subconsciously interlacing her fingers with his and fiddling with one of his rings. “Definitely our bedroom, living room, kitchen and such,” she agreed. “Bring some of Finn’s extra toys for him to have.” The spoiled cat sure had plenty to spare.

Harry nodded again with a smile on his face. “Of course. We’ll have to find a weekend to get all the big stuff together and move it in,” he gave her hand a squeeze.

Lily smiled and brought their hands up to place a kiss to the back of his hand. “I’d say we’ve got a pretty good game plan,” she nodded confidently.

“Because we’re the best team,” Harry said to her grinning. Things definitely wouldn’t have run so smoothly if they weren’t on the same page with what they wanted, but luckily, that wasn’t the case.

Lily couldn’t agree more. Content, she sat back to enjoy the ride, scrolling back through the photos at some point and starting to brainstorm ways to arrange the rooms.

Thankfully it wasn’t a long drive from their new house back to the apartment. Harry for sure was excited to see Finn, and they knew Finn felt the same about them despite him likely seeking out food the moment they step in the door. When they arrived, Harry parked and got out first to grab their bags from the back.

Lily hopped out, eager to get inside to their baby, and carefully grabbed their new tea set to carry inside. Where they would store it for now, she wasn’t one hundred percent sure. Seeing as how she was carrying less, she unlocked the door and held it open for Harry. She couldn’t help but grin when she spotted Finn practically running to the door to greet them. “Finny!” she greeted. “Mummy and Daddy have some big news!”

Harry thanked Lily for opening the door and walked in, a smile on his face as soon as he saw Finn running up to them. “We’ve got a house, Finny!” Harry was setting their bags down as soon as he could to give Finn some attention and pets.

Finn eagerly rubbed up against Harry’s legs with lots of happy meows. Lily decided to take the tea set to the kitchen for now and deal with it later. She wanted to celebrate, too.

Harry sat down on the couch and Finn was quick to jump up right next to him, happily taking all the attention he could get. “Rest of the day is Finn time. Promise,” he smiled.

Lily curled up onto the couch next to them, rubbing her hand along Finn’s back and then down his tail. “Finny, you won’t believe all the windows. And all the space you have to run around and explore,” she mused. “You won’t know what to do.”

Harry smiled, looking between Lily and Finn and resting his arm along the back of the couch. “You could even have your own bedroom with all the rooms we’ve got, Finn.”

Lily laughed at that. “Oh gosh. Could you imagine?” she raised her brows at Harry. Liz would give her such a hard time, already thinking Finn was more spoiled than he should be.

Harry laughed. “Finn will be moving all of his things into his new room tomorrow,” he teased with a smile. Finn would have enough of his own spots in the new house to make up for a room.

Lily quickly shook her head, “Nope. Our baby is not leaving us.” But he would need to get used to road trips. At least short ones.

“Stuck with us, Finny.” Harry smiled and rested his head back on the couch. It wasn’t a long trip at all but traveling always had Harry looking for a restful day. “I might make something to eat since breakfast was a little bit ago. Are you hungry?”

Lily looked over to Harry, seeing how tired he was. “I’ll fix us something and you rest with Finn,” she decided, standing up before he could. He had their kitten on his lap anyways and that was against cat parent rules to get up when your cat was in your lap. “You drove us home, you deserve to sit back and relax now.”

Harry was about to get up, but then Finn was making himself comfortable in his lap. Harry had very little motivation to get up then. “Babes… you sit. I’ll get up and do it after he rests a little,” he tried to argue.

Lily just shook her head at him, an amused smile on her lips from his attempt to argue. She bent over to rest her hands on the back of the couch so her face was just above his. “Stay. Both of you rest,” she raised her brows before leaning in to give him a kiss. “Okay?”

Harry looked up at Lily when she leaned over him, giving her a smile. “Okay, but… I’m making dinner then,” he promised before leaning up slightly to give her another kiss.

“Deal,” Lily murmured against his lips before pushing herself up from the couch. She sent him a sweet smile on her way to the kitchen to see what they had. “How do ham and cheese paninis sound?” she called out loud enough for him to hear. She was hungry, but also didn’t want to fix anything that would make her too full for a timely dinner.

“That sounds wonderful, lovey,” Harry responded from his spot on the couch, “Finn and I will stop cuddling if we absolutely must if you would like some help.” It did work very nicely how well they split up the household chores and cooking meals.

Lily simply stepped back so she could see them through the doorway and leveled Harry with a look that made it clear he better not get up. “All I want is for you to tell me what you want to drink,” she quirked a brow at him before going back to gathering ingredients. Digging out the panini press, she dreamed of their kitchen in Dorset with all its counter space.

Harry returned the look with slightly widened eyes, ultimately returning to a smile though. “Water please,” he answered with a soft grin, looking back down at Finn as he gave belly rubs.

Content that Harry would stay put, Lily was able to focus on making their sandwiches. It was a go-to of theirs and they both had the process down pat. So it wasn’t very long before she was carrying Harry’s plate and glass of water into the living room for him. Then she returned to the kitchen to retrieve her own so she could join him on the couch.

Harry took the plate and glass from Lily, setting the drink down on the coffee table. “Thank you very much, babes. Looks amazing,” he smiled, waiting for Lily to sit next to them before eating.

Lily just smiled around her first bite at Finn who had decided to take a little nap on Harry’s lap. “He missed his dad,” she mused once she’d swallowed. “Aunt Sarah just isn’t the same.”

Harry smiled and took his first bite before swallowing. “He missed both of us. You see how quick he ran up to us when we got home?” he grinned, sipping his water.

Lily nodded, smiling affectionately at the kitten. “We really do have the best boy ever.” Taking Harry to a shelter on his birthday had been a risk, but they had ended up with the most wonderful fur baby to complete their little family.

Finn was more than content sleeping on Harry’s lap as they ate their lunch. “Anything else you want to do the rest of the day?” Harry looked to Lily.

Lily bit her lip as she grinned at Harry. “It’s really hard not to want to go shopping. But like…I know we currently don’t have space to put anything that we buy.”

Harry laughed. “We could just go look if you want. Take note of things we like. Go back in a couple weeks to buy them.”

“Or look online at things,” Lily agreed. It was hard not to be eager about getting things for the new home and planning them out.

“Very true. Also an option.” Of course they had some time before needing to decide on anything, but it was too exciting to not want to start at least looking at furniture and everything else they needed.

Lily hummed thoughtfully as she continued to eat. “Well…do we want to get back out of the house or just be lazy and stay home?” she asked. “That’s the ultimate question.”

Harry finished up eating before answering the question. “I’d…rather be lazy, but I’ll do whatever.” He smiled. He was very comfortable at the moment, especially with Finn’s cuddles.

Lily laughed and shook her head. “Honestly, that was the way I was leaning, too. I’d much prefer to snuggle my boys while looking.” And then she’d hopefully be less likely to buy things and content to just add them to her cart.

Harry laughed softly. Good thing they were on the same page again. “I’m probably gonna change into something comfy before we start too,” he smiled.

Lily thankfully had chosen a bit comfier clothes for the drive back today. “Well, here. Let me clean up our lunch and then I’ll take Finny so you can change,” she offered, already gathering their plates as she stood up from the couch.

“Thank you, babes. You are the best,” Harry smiled softly. He just waited for Lily to come back to hand off Finn, and then he’d go change into something comfier.

Lily washed their dishes which weren’t all that messy and cleaned the press now that it had cooled. Then she was returning to the couch and making grabby hands for Finn. “Let me see the baby.”

Harry was already in the process of gently waking Finn up by the time Lily returned, picking him up and transferring him over to her lap. Finn clearly was not the happiest, but it didn’t take long for him to make himself comfy in the new spot and close his eyes again. “What a baby,” Harry grinned, standing and heading towards their room.

Lily started scratching him behind the ears to help settle him back in. He was plenty warm from being curled up in Harry’s lap for so long that she didn’t think she needed to grab the blanket off the couch.

It didn’t take long for Harry to change into a comfier sweatshirt and pair of shorts, ready to have a relaxing rest of the day with Lily and their Finn. He soon came back to the couch to sit beside them, having grabbed a laptop to shop online.

Lily looked up from Finn when Harry returned and smiled. “You look cute and cozy,” she grinned over at him. Her husband really was the cutest no matter what he was wearing.

Harry returned the grin. “Well you’re cuter. Always.” He opened up the laptop and a new tab. “Wanna start with the furniture places closest to us or did you have a different idea?”

“Always a competition,” Lily shook her head at him. She did her best to scoot closer to him so they could both see without disturbing Finn too much more. “Yeah, let’s look for this big couch and fancy coffee table you’re wanting.”

Harry laughed and started searching. “The biggest of the biggest couches,” he replied teasingly while grinning, clicking on one of the first websites that popped up.

Lily rested her head on Harry’s shoulder and absently scratched Finn’s head. “So are you thinking L or U-shape?” she asked after a bit. “Figure we’d stick with dark grey like this one.”

“Hmm… good question. I do like L shape. I feel like it keeps the room more open,” Harry answered, slowly scrolling through the page, “What do you think?”

Lily hummed and nodded. “Yes and that’s what we loved so much about that space was how open it was. We don’t want to close it off,” she agreed.

Harry rested his head against Lily’s and filtered their choices on the website so they were only looking at the L shaped, gray couches. “It’s gonna be hard to choose.”

Lily made a small face even if he couldn’t see it. “Think this may be one that we have to shop in person so we can make sure it’s as comfy as this couch.”

Harry gave a little nod. “At least we have an idea of what we’ll be looking for, though.”

“Ooh!” Lily lightly tapped her finger against Harry’s arm. “What if for the coffee table we get one of those where the top lifts up and towards the couch? That way if people are eating in the living room, they can have a table.” They even ate in the living room a decent amount. Granted that may change in their new home.

Harry picked his head up some to look at Lily. “Ooo, that would be fun. I like that idea.” They were often eating in the living room, so having a better surface to eat off of wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Lily smiled at how excited Harry got as well. “Probably better for us to work on our laptops with a table like that, too.” She lifted her head so she could look at him. “Is that fancy enough for you?”

Harry nodded before smiling at Lily and at her question. “So fancy. More fancy than I could have ever imagined,” he replied with a soft grin. “You’ve got the best ideas.”

Lily just laughed and pecked him on the cheek before laying her head back against his shoulder. “We’re a good team. You thought bigger than me and I just refined it,” she decided.

“The best team.” Harry smiled, searching coffee tables on the website and scrolling through the options that came up. “What’s next on our furniture list?”

Lily reached for her phone and began to scroll through the photos she’d taken. “Proper dining room table would be nice…” she mused before reaching the bathroom pictures. A mischievous smile came to her face as she looked up at Harry. “Babes. You know what would be really fun to pick out?”

Harry looked at the pictures on Lily’s phone that she took. He then grinned when he heard her. “What’s that, lovey?” He could only imagine what she was thinking.

“Pictures from our boudoir shoot to put up in the bathroom.” Now that they had their own private bathroom, they could put whatever they wanted in there. Even half naked pictures of themselves.

“Ooo…now that’s an idea,” Harry smiled and turned slightly to look down at Lily. “I don’t know if I’d ever be able to leave the bathroom though.”

Lily laughed and then shrugged a little. “I feel like we already struggle with that as is. It’s hard to walk away from my naked husband,” she smirked at him. “Especially when he’s wet.” They were insatiable and the constant visual of their spouse in underwear would provide immense temptation. But how could they turn down the opportunity to display those pictures where they could see them all the time and not just when they got the book out?

Harry smiled at Lily with wide eyes. Of course she knew he felt exactly the same, and that he would one hundred percent be up for her idea. “Well, looks like we’ve got some pictures to pick out then.”

Lily bit her lip in anticipation. She’d never turn down the opportunity to look at their boudoir shoot. Clearly. “Are you still shopping for your fancy coffee table, though?” she asked, glancing towards the laptop.

“Forget the fancy coffee table, babes. I’ve got to look at my lovey in her lingerie.” Harry didn’t hesitate before answering with a grin, and not before exiting out of the furniture websites either.

Lily’s head fell back a little with a laugh as she watched Harry, clearly just as eager as she was. “Let me get the book.” She froze, though, when she remembered Finn sleeping in her lap and pouted down at the kitten. “I feel so bad disturbing him, but at the same time…”

Harry smiled and realized the slight problem the moment Lily looked down at Finn in her lap. Harry stood from the couch and grabbed the book, knowing very well exactly where it was. “I think he’d understand,” he smiled, returning to the couch.

Lily raised a brow quizzically. “Only way he’d understand is because we do it so often. Not because he knows what it’s like,” she joked. “But I don’t think we’ve ever purposefully booted him out.” Most of the time, Finn left of his own accord once Harry and Lily started to make out and move around too much for his liking.

Harry laughed. “I don’t think we have either. He usually gets the hint.” He sat down next to Lily. Just Harry getting up and sitting back down had Finn shifting some. “This will only be the fifth time I’m looking through the book this week,” he joked.

Lily adjusted when Finn did, turning towards Harry a little more. She rested her elbow on the back of the couch behind him and laid her cheek in her palm. “Oh? Was there times without me?” she raised her brows at him, but there was a small smirk on her lips.

Harry raised his brows and looked at Lily. “Without you? No… I would never,” he grinned, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose before opening the book to the first page.

Lily playfully crinkled her nose at his kiss. “I don’t know…there’s always been a part of me that liked the idea of you pleasuring yourself,” she admitted softly. “Like when I went on my trip with Lizzie.” Maybe it was because Harry was always so intent on her pleasure, it was intriguing to think of him being selfish. Or because she knew what his face looked like when he was being pleasured and could easily picture it.

Harry smiled softly. It was no secret he felt the same if they were talking the other way around, but Lily knew that, too. “How could I not…I was receiving my lovey’s risqué pictures,” he grinned, resting the book in his lap.

“But have you since then?” Lily asked innocently. It wasn’t to stroke her own ego; she was genuinely curious. She tried to think back on any times that they had been apart since.

Harry hummed as he thought about her question. “Hmm… I don’t think so. I don’t think we’ve been apart much since then?” Harry didn’t have much of a need to, considering how obsessed with each other they are when they’re together, and besides when they’re at work, that was practically all the time.

“Not really, no,” Lily agreed. “Closest to being apart would be when you were finishing school.” They’d spent less time actually together, even if they were both home, and that meant less sex. Other than that, they were content waiting since it was usually just waiting for the work day to be over.

Harry gave a little nod. He’d forgotten about the less time spent together while he was in school, but he was so glad they were past that. “I don’t think so then. Have you?” he grinned at her.

Lily once again bit her lip, but this time it wasn’t because she was feeling a bit shy. Thinking back on Harry’s time in school, especially that last semester, was still a bit of a tender spot for her. “A couple times in the shower when you were in the peak of school.” She made a face and laughed a little. “Didn’t mean that as a pun.”

Harry’s grin widened after his jaw dropped slightly, brows raised at her. Of course he appreciated the pun, but he was too focused on this little secret. “I missed out on this a couple of times?!” he teased.

Lily was chewing on her lip now as she averted her gaze to Finn, running a finger between his ears. “Couple times I woke up from a sex dream and couldn’t shake it. But you’d be in the middle of a big assignment, so I’d just…” she shrugged, letting him finish the sentence for himself.

Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying hearing Lily tell him about this. He clearly enjoyed pleasuring her, and it made him that much more intrigued thinking about Lily taking care of herself. “I don’t believe I’ve heard about these sex dreams either…” he grinned a bit, “I’m gonna need details.”

Lily’s cheeks were surely pink by now. She flopped her head back against the couch cushion so she could see Harry. “Babes,” she laughed. “That was so long ago now. I don’t remember what those dreams were. I’ve had so many sex dreams about you since then.” She lightly tapped the back of her hand against his thigh. “Except now I wake up with you next to me and can reenact them right then.”

Harry would never get tired of making his Lily blush, that was for sure. He was smiling at her as she spoke. “I can’t believe you…I had no idea. No idea this was going on while I was hard at work,” he teased with a grin, tracing his fingers along her palm.

Lily moved her hand so it was laying palm up and stretched her fingers out for Harry. “I felt guilty each time, but I also didn’t want to bother you.” She looked up at him before he could speak. “And I know you’re going to say it wouldn’t be a bother, especially me asking you for sex, but you also know what I mean.”

Harry smiled softly and laced their fingers together. “I understand. I was just joking, lovey,” he brought their hands up to press a kiss to the back of hers.

Lily shrugged it off. “Doesn’t have to be like that anymore. I can ask and get sex pretty much whenever I want, so it’s all good,” she grinned and gave his hand a squeeze. She waited until he had lowered their hands to lean in and steal a kiss.

Harry returned the grin. “You’re right. The only time is at work, but like…I would also totally leave work if you wanted me to,” he teased and smiled, leaning closer to return the kiss.

Lily giggled against his lips. “My forever booty call,” she teased back. “Granted…we have had sex at work now.”

Harry smiled and pulled away before softly laughing. “I still can’t believe we did that. You really knew how to talk me into it…” he grinned, resting their hands in Lily’s lap.

Lily laughed and shook her head, “Oh that took no convincing at all. You would’ve had me up there sooner if you could.” It had been exciting though, she couldn’t deny that. And then all the outdoor sex on their honeymoon had just made it even more apparent that they enjoyed sex that wasn’t quite so private.

“You’re absolutely right.” Harry laughed. He’d been the one trying to convince her for the longest time before she agreed. “It was so fun!” he smiled, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand.

Lily just smiled as she leaned more into Harry’s shoulder. “It was fun. And very erotic,” she agreed. How on earth would they be able to beat that when it came time for Lily to leave the Crown? Which, she realized, would actually be quite soon.

Harry smiled and pressed a small kiss to Lily’s forehead, but he was still curious about their previous conversation. He leaned in closer to her ear. “Did you use your fingers or your vibrator?” he grinned.

Lily laughed and buried her face against Harry’s shoulder. Of course he wasn’t going to let that go. “We do love getting all the dirty details from each other don’t we?” she grinned once she finally peeked up at him. Then she propped her chin on his shoulder. “Fingers the first time and then broke out my old friend the next. Been a long time since I’ve had to bring him in the shower with me.”

Harry laughed softly knowing she was right and was very satisfied with her answer. They absolutely loved knowing everything about each other. “I haven’t seen it since that one time I used it on you, I don’t think. In the very beginning.”

Lily couldn’t help but watch Harry’s mouth as he talked, especially when she was this close to him. God, she loved his mouth. Especially the dimples by it when he laughed. “Haven’t really had to use it since. At least not since we moved in together. I’m honestly surprised it still worked after sitting unused for so long.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t even sure if you still had it or not.” It was a good thing they didn’t have to use it for so long, but it was nice to have just in case of instances like Lily had just described.

“I had to dig for it,” Lily laughed with a nod. Especially after she had moved things around to make room for Harry’s stuff. Her gaze wandered back to the open book in Harry’s lap. “We got a bit distracted, didn’t we?” she smiled at him.

Harry followed Lily’s gaze to the book and laughed. “Just a little,” he smiled flipping through a few pages. “I don’t know how we got distracted from this, but…”

Lily turned her attention back to the photo book. “I’m thinking a solo shot of you, solo shot of me, and then one or two of us together?” she suggested. It was no secret they were both obsessed with the individual photos of each other.

Harry nodded. “I like the sound of that.” He’d be okay with forgoing his own solo shot, but knew that’d never fly by Lily. They loved the solo shots of each other too much. “We could pick out each other’s solos and then each pick out one of us together.”

“I didn’t figure you cared to pick out your solo pic,” Lily teased. It would be difficult to pick out just one of them together, though. There was so many she liked. “Well…I guess how steamy are we going?” They had a decent mix of adorable shots, that just happened to be of them in their underwear, and more steamy shots.

“Hmm… maybe one that’s more cutesy and then we could pick out one that’s a little steamier?” As long as it was only Harry and Lily going in their bathroom, they could do whatever pictures they wanted.

Lily hummed thoughtfully. “I mean…I absolutely adore the photo of my hand on your chest next to your dates tattoo with my ring,” she reasoned.

Harry nodded. “I also love that one,” he flipped through the book until he came upon that particular picture. “Then we’d just need a little steamier one, yeah?”

“What are you thinking for that one?” Lily asked, reaching out to flip back a couple pages. They had a good amount of options from Harry being posed behind Lily in her nightgown on the balcony, hand creeping under the silk fabric, to Lily in his lap, head arched back and a smirk on Harry’s lips as they brushed her neck.

Harry didn’t have to take long to think. Soon after receiving the pictures back from their photoshoot, he quickly decided which ones of Lily as well as of them were his favorites. “I really like the ones where you’re in my lap,” he answered, and as they flipped through the book, they soon came across those photos. That position in the photos being his favorite would not come as a surprise.

Lily playfully dropped her jaw. “My Harry liking me on top? Would have never guessed,” she grinned at him. “Is there one in particular you like the most?” It was hard not to look at the photos and flash back to their shoot. Even with Sofia in the room, it had been hard not to get carried away when she was on Harry’s lap and his lips and hands were on her.

Harry laughed. “I knew you were gonna say that,” he grinned and looked through the photos of them in that particular pose. “I like this one where we’re almost kissing and kinda smiley and my hands on your bum. That’s a good place for my hands.”

“Mmm,” Lily nodded in mock thought. “I do enjoy your hands on my bum and vice versa.” She leaned in a little closer to look at the photo. “I think that’s a good mix between cute and steamy without being too steamy. Like I wouldn’t mind too terribly much if Liz or Sarah happened to see that photo.”

Harry smiled. He thought so, too. It wasn’t too steamy of a picture to have in their bathroom in case anyone saw. Although he’d probably do anything to keep either of their parents from seeing it. “Do they know we had these pictures done?” he asked, just out of curiosity, while flipping to the next page.

Lily shook her head even as her eyes stayed on the page. “Nope. Only thing anyone knows about our honeymoon is all the yummy pasta, the winery visit, and that our villa was gorgeous. If it wasn’t in the pictures we shared with family, it’s been just between you and me.” And Lily liked it that way. Their honeymoon was beyond special and after sharing their wedding, they deserved a special something just for the two of them.

Harry nodded. “Just wondering.” He liked having some things kept to just the two of them; it felt more special. He finished looking at the pictures on the pages that were open to them, then brought a hand up to rest along Lily’s jaw while pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Lily got a goofy smile on her face at Harry’s kiss and waited until he had pulled back to look at him. Then she affectionately nudged her nose against his before giving him a proper kiss. “It’s our little secret,” she murmured. “Well…ours and Sofia’s.”

Harry smiled softly against Lily’s lips, kissing her again in between the words she spoke. “I don’t think Sofia would ever tell anyone anyway,” he teased, grinning.

“Oh, she’s totally forgotten about us by now. She’s probably done tons of other shoots since then,” Lily laughed, her face still close to Harry’s. It was never close enough. Her hand had moved from petting Finn to instead rest on Harry’s thigh, her thumb stroking back and forth along the fabric of his shorts.

“Hmm, I don’t think so, lovey… she’d never forget the absolute stunning model that you are,” he raised his brows at Lily a bit with a smile. Sofia really was the best in making them both feel comfortable, whether she’d remember them or not. He was so glad they ended up choosing to do the photoshoot.

Lily playfully rolled her eyes. “I don’t know about that. But we will definitely remember her and I feel like if we did another shoot, it would be hard to beat her as a photographer.” They’d both been unsure going into it, but Sofia has made things so easy and comfortable.

Harry smiled and gently played with a few strands of Lily’s hair. “Definitely. She was so good.” He glanced down at the book before holding it up, “still looking at this, babes, or are you finished?”

Lily followed his gaze, but then she was looking at him again as she shrugged. “I’m kind of enjoying looking at my husband more. So I’d say I’m finished,” she nodded.

Harry smiled at Lily. “You are quite the charmer, my lovey.” He leaned forward a little to set the photo book on the coffee table, Finn still fast asleep in Lily’s lap.

“I mean…I did pull you,” Lily responded nonchalantly, playfully batting her eyes at him. “And that’s saying a lot since you’re the one who’d charm every single person in the hotel.”

Harry returned to his position sitting back against the couch and smiled looking at Lily. “Hey…I wouldn’t say that…it was just all the older ladies I would charm,” he laughed softly.

Lily shook het head a little. “Your friends said you were a charmer in uni and I know you were before then.” She gave his leg a nudge with her hand. “Being in a band and everything.”

Harry smiled at Lily, resting his hand over her own. “I much prefer it now that you’re the only one I have to charm,” he said extra sweetly.

Lily reached up with her free hand to playfully pinch his cheek. “Oh, aren’t you just so adorable? Good save, babes,” she winked at him.

Harry smiled at her pinch before his jaw was dropping slightly. “Were you trying to get me in trouble?” he grinned, resting his hand on her thigh.

Lily laughed and shook her head. “No. We didn’t know each other then, so how could you have been in trouble?” While they’d had a few bumps along the way with some of Harry’s exes, he’d never given her a reason to not trust him. She knew he only had eyes for her and would only purposefully charm her. He couldn’t help it if others found him charming as well, because Harry was just that kind of person.

Harry laughed. “You’re accusing me of being so charming and adorable with everyone, that’s all.” He answered with a grin, looking at Lily as he rested his head back against the couch.

Lily mimicked him and laid her head back as well, looking at him with big innocent eyes. “Just trying to compliment you, lovey. Not accuse or get you in trouble.”

“Okay, lovey… I trust you,” he grinned softly before pouting his lips for a kiss. He was having the best time just relaxing and enjoying this lazy day with her.

Lily cupped his cheek as she lifted her head and leaned in to give him a kiss. She let it linger and even when she pulled away, it was only far enough to nudge her nose against Harry’s. “You’re my Prince Charming,” she grinned, stealing another sweet kiss.

Harry smiled against Lily’s lips and returned each kiss. He could never stay away from her too long without needing some sort of touch. “My princess,” he grinned.

Lily hummed softly against his lips, her hand slipping back to bury in his curls. “You definitely treat me like a princess,” she agreed. She gently scratched her fingertips along his scalp.

Harry’s smile remained on his face as he pressed a few more short kisses to her lips. “You treat me like a princess when you touch my hair like that,” he grinned, his hand going to her waist.

Lily couldn’t help her laugh, not expecting that response. But she always wasn’t surprised that it came out of Harry’s lips. “Princess Harry,” she teased between scattering kisses all over his face. Meanwhile, her fingers just gripped his hair tighter.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh again, smiling as he happily received each one of Lily’s quick kisses. “I have a feeling that nickname is gonna catch on too quick,” he smiled, giving her waist a squeeze.

Lily giggled as she pulled back to look at him. “I’m still very partial to Babes and lovey. And snuggle bun is a close runner up,” she decided. “But Princess Harry may come up again for teasing purposes.” She grimaced before grinning again at him.

Harry laughed and shook his head a little at her. They’d always find their ways to tease one another. “I forgot about snuggle bun. I haven’t heard that one in a little while,” he smiled.

Lily pressed her lips together as her fingers went back to absently combing through his curls. “I feel like that’s saved for those occasions when you are extremely cuddly. Or when you are sleepy and cuddly. That’s a true snuggle bun,” she explained with a decisive nod.

“Ahh. Okay. That makes sense,” Harry said with a soft smile. Sleepy and cuddly or not, he’d always let Lily call him her snuggle bun. He’d even say he’d prefer that over the princess Harry nickname.

“And I can’t even keep track of all the nicknames you’ve called me over the years,” Lily raised her brows. Especially at the beginning, Harry seemed to have been testing out a bunch of different nicknames for her. But of course, ‘lovey’ had stuck around and popped up more often than not.

Harry smiled even more. He loved giving Lily nicknames, and they both knew which ones were his personal favorites considering how often he used them. “We should’ve had a book, written down all our nicknames as we went.”

Lily laughed and shook her head. “My contributions to the book would be very minimal, but you could definitely fill pages.” Her features softened then as she gazed at him. “I love them all, though. It’s like a little surprise when you give me a new one.”

The smile remained on Harry’s face as he looked at her. He started giving her all these nicknames because he enjoyed it, and it was that much better knowing Lily liked when he did it, too. “I’ll have to start brainstorming some new ones then,” he grinned.

Lily shrugged, “No rush.” She just smiled lovingly as she snuggled closer to him, not close enough for her own liking and especially not when they were being so lovey.

Harry smiled and hugged Lily closer, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “You’re the best.” And he felt like they were having one of the best days ever.

Lily full on nuzzled into Harry’s chest, legs curling up on the couch so she was halfway on his lap. “So are you,” she smiled softly. She just sat there, perfectly content for a moment before looking at Harry. “I’ll be honest…this is not what I expected after we looked at our pictures,” she laughed lightly.

Harry wrapped both of his arms around Lily’s waist as she snuggled closer, lacing his fingers together behind her back. He laughed and nodded slightly in agreement. “Yeah, I didn’t think we’d be quite this cuddly and sentimental after that,” he grinned.

Lily playfully nudged her nose against Harry’s. “Think buying a house just has us in perpetual bliss. We can’t help but be sentimental,” she reasoned. It made sense; anytime something exciting and big happened for them, all Lily wanted was to be close to Harry, both physically and emotionally.

Harry gave a little nod, lifting his head slightly to press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “And after so long of looking at houses…it’s sort of hard to believe.”

Lily scrunched up her nose at the kiss and then tilted her own head up enough that her lips brushed against Harry’s. “But we found our home,” she murmured softly.

Harry couldn’t help but smile softly and press a kiss to Lily’s lips once she tilted her head up. “Officially ours,” he snuck in another kiss.

Lily’s lips were curved into a smile as well as she returned the kisses. She sat up a little in his arms so she could reach him easier, letting the next kiss linger. Harry’s lips always put her under a spell.

Harry gave Lily kiss after kiss once she shifted closer, letting each one linger. Getting as close as possible was where both of them wanted to be, usually at all times.

“Babes,” Lily mumbled between kisses, though it came out a bit more like begging than she had intended.

Harry couldn’t help the little grin upon hearing Lily’s nickname for him, sneaking in one more kiss before he responded. “Yes, babes?”

One of Lily’s hands slid up Harry’s chest and lightly gripped the fabric of his shirt for a moment before smoothing it back out with her fingers. “I want you.” It was the simplest answer, but she couldn’t come up with anything more in the hazy state his kisses always put her in.

Harry grinned against Lily’s lips, letting her get those few words out before he was giving her yet another lingering kiss, followed up by quite a few more. He just couldn’t help it. “Shall we move to the bedroom then?”

Lily hummed into the kisses as she leaned back a little from the urgent force of Harry’s mouth on hers. But that just made her grip onto his shirt again to keep herself upright. Words weren’t exactly a thing right now, so she just did her best to stand from the couch without parting their lips, even if it meant she was still bent over Harry.

Harry scooted towards the edge of the couch with Lily standing so their lips remained connected. He soon pushed himself up to stand, hands cupping Lily’s face as he guided her towards their room, all while giving her more kisses at the same time.

How Lily kept from bumping into the coffee table, she didn’t know, but she was grateful. That definitely would’ve been a mood ruiner. She followed Harry’s lead, trusting him to get them to the bedroom. “I think I may be ovulating,” she mumbled against his lips. “My body is like…screaming at me to make a baby right now.” She let out a small giggle, but her hands were hastily pushing Harry’s shirt up to expose more and more of his torso.

Harry’s hands traveled down to Lily’s hips, walking her towards the bed. They appeared equally eager to have each other. He laughed softly and pulled away just a moment to slip his shirt off. “What the hell are we waiting for then?” he teased with a grin, kissing her neck while bunching up her shirt.

Lily’s eyes locked on Harry as he stripped his shirt off. She might have even drooled a little. But then his lips were on her neck and her own hands were fumbling to get his pants off, or at least off his hips before she had to focus on her shirt.

It seemed they couldn’t undress each other fast enough. Lily’s shirt and Harry’s pants came off before he focused his attention on pulling her pants and underwear down at the same time, kneeling to help her step out of the material.

Once Harry kneeled, Lily lovingly cupped the back of his head. She just gazed at him with a look that was momentarily more adoration than lust, absolutely in love with her husband. Though him kneeling did nothing but exacerbate the situation between her legs, the slickness noticeable to her as she moved to step out of her last remnants of clothing.

Harry tossed their clothes aside. They were close enough to the edge of the bed that he could nudge Lily to sit down on it, parting her legs slightly to scatter kisses to the insides of her thighs.

Lily inhaled softly at the feel of Harry’s lips on the sensitive skin and her hand moved to lightly tangle in his curls now. “I hate to break it to you, but you can’t make a baby with your mouth, love,” she joked terribly. Despite her words, she leaned back on her free hand and spread her legs further for him.

The feel of Lily’s hand in his hair and the sight of her spreading out for him was already driving him crazy. He grinned, inching his kisses closer to her core before his mouth was directly on it. “Huh, I didn’t know that…” he ran his tongue along her slowly, “Does that mean you want me to stop?”

Lily bit her lip harshly as her head fell back a little at the feel of his tongue, a shiver running up her spine from how slowly Harry moved. “No,” she breathed. “And you can keep talking if you want. I like the feel of your voice against me.” The deep rumbles of his voice vibrated through her core. Not to mention his soft lips brushing against her and his warm breath. What didn’t she love about this man?

He rested a hand along the inside of her thigh, keeping her legs spread. He wrapped his lips around her clit for a few moments. “What should we talk about?” he answered before running his tongue along her, knowingly teasing. He knew his Lily well enough to know that getting any sort of answer or concentration from her when they were intimate like this was near impossible.

Lily’s thighs tensed under his hands when he focused on her clit and her mind went blank for a moment. She shook her head a little in response to his question, but also in an attempt to somewhat clear it. “Anything you like,” was all she managed in response. It was the truth, though. Anything would feel amazing, no matter how boring the topic. It wasn’t like her mind was focusing on it anyways.

Harry focused his mouth on Lily’s core for a while before he spoke again, quickening the movements against her. “We should probably get another cat, a friend for Finny,” he paused between every few words to slide his tongue along her, talking nonsense since he knew Lily would not be paying attention, “After we have this baby we’re making, of course.”

Lily really only heard ‘another cat’ and ‘baby’. It was really hard to focus on what he was saying when the other things his mouth was doing were so much more interesting. Every now and then she’d give his curls a tug when a particular spark of pleasure shot up her spine, but ultimately she did her best not to move too much.

Harry began to focus more on Lily’s clit, flicking his tongue against it quickly. Every once in a while he’d moan against her, prolonging each one knowing she liked the sensation. “Doing okay, lovey?” he asked while introducing one of his fingers, sliding his middle one into her.

While she enjoyed the soft rumble of his voice against her, Lily’s favorite would always be his moans. They never ceased to earn moans of her own in return. “More than,” she breathed with a nod in response to his question. A soft gasp escaped and she gently rocked her hips ever so slightly towards his hand to make his finger go deeper. It helped that he had such long digits.

Harry gave a short moan in response, giving Lily some time to adjust to the new feeling. It wasn’t long before he added in a second finger and began curling them with each rock of Lily’s hips. Harry was as turned on as he possibly could be, straining against the material of his boxers.

Lily’s brows furrowed together and her head tilted back even further. “Harry,” she half-sighed, half-moaned. He was just so damn good. Her free hand bunched the blankets up in her fist as repeated moans slipped out with each curl of his fingers.

Harry could listen to Lily’s moans all day, especially the ones that had his name falling from her lips. He built up a rhythm with his fingers and his mouth against her, consistently moving them together. “My Lily,” he moaned in return with a soft grin tugging at his mouth.

Lily glanced down at him between her legs and that just brought her even closer to her end. “Babes,” she began begging. “Can I please make you come with my mouth after I finish?” She knew Harry and she knew he was rock hard. To hell with making a baby the correct way. They could do that in a bit.

Lily’s question alone had a moan leaving Harry’s mouth, vibrating against her. “It would be impossible to say no when you’re asking so nicely, lovey,” he grinned, repeatedly running his tongue over her clit. He was incredibly hard due to the fact that he got to pleasure his Lily, but he could admit it’d be nice to get some relief himself.

Lily’s face scrunched up once more and her entire body tensed. She couldn’t say anything else to him as her climax overwhelmed her, causing her to really cry out his name this time.

Harry could tell as Lily was approaching her high, only confirmed by her much louder moan of his name this time. He started to slow his movements to help Lily come down, pressing small kisses to her core and around her thighs.

Lily stopped her hips as she came down and after a moment, pushed herself up so she was sitting upright. “Stand up, lovey,” she requested, not wasting any time. Harry had been turned on long enough.

“Might take a second…my knees aren’t as young as they used to be,” Harry joked and smiled, pushing from the edge of the bed to stand up next to it. Having watched Lily go through her climax only had him throbbing more.

Lily just smiled affectionately at him, but once he stood, her eyes couldn’t help but fall to his throbbing member. Instantly she reached out for him and began to stroke him at a decent pace.

It was instant relief as soon as Lily’s hand was wrapped around him, leaving his lips parted and his hips automatically shifting towards her touch. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so he rested one along the side of her thigh, mindlessly stroking his thumb against her skin.

Lily glanced up at Harry, pleased to see the relief on his face. “Babes, you can fuck my mouth if you want to,” she offered, knowing full well how much Harry truly enjoyed that.

“Okay. Thanks, lovey,” he gave a nod with a soft grin. It was always obvious how much he enjoyed it, but knew he needed to ease into it. Having been hard this long had him fairly sensitive.

“Just tell me when and I can adjust.” Lily was just happy that Harry was letting her dote on him and pleasure him. It didn’t happen near as often as him pleasuring her, though that was somewhat understandable.

Harry gave a little nod along with a smile and brushed his fingers through Lily’s hair, keeping it out of her face. “Did I ever tell you that you’re the best?” he snuck in one more cheesy comment before he was back to being fully able to take in her pleasuring him.

Lily just laughed, head tilting back a bit before she leaned it into his touch, her lips brushing the inside of his wrist. “You’re pretty wonderful yourself,” she agreed. They’d never stop showering each other in compliments, no matter how long they’d been together or how much the other brushed it off.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. Neither one of them could resist the chance to give out compliments. “Stop it, babes…you’re gonna make me blush,” he got out slowly with a grin, his thumb resting along her jaw.

Lily’s lips curved into a smirk and she looked up at him from under her lashes, all joking and innocence gone. “That’s my goal, lovey. Though I’d like to make you blush a different way.” Harry’s blushes were rare outside of intimacy, but Lily supposed that made them just all the more special. She loved making Harry feel that pleasured.

Harry grinned at Lily, his brows raising some, with his hand still holding back her hair. “That was smooth.” He always very much appreciated that they could pause in the middle of something so intimate to sneak in an opportunity to tease each other.

Lily continued to smirk, but then she couldn’t resist leaning forward to take his tip into her mouth. If he wasn’t going to take his own pleasure just yet, she’d give him a good nudge in that direction.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of Lily. The feeling of her mouth was immediate relief, causing him to release a soft sigh mixed with a moan. He’d be happy to take over soon, but he wanted to enjoy Lily’s pace first.

Lily focused on just his tip at first, sucking and running her tongue along his slit at a slow pace. But then she braced her hands on his hips and simultaneously tugged his hips towards her and leaned forward to take more of him in.

Moans easily left his mouth at every little thing Lily did, clearly an expert in knowing exactly what Harry loved. He enjoyed her pace longer before knowing he could take over without losing control immediately. “Ready for me to take over, lovey?”

Lily pulled away from him, but merely nodded. Then she nudged him back before sliding off the bed and to her knees in front of him just as Harry had been for her moments ago. All settled, she took him back into her mouth and then gave his hips a small squeeze to let him know she was ready.

Harry waited until Lily was as comfortable as she could be with her mouth back around him before he began to move his hips, his hand resting against the back of her head. The look she gave him through her lashes always drove him crazy.

Lily relaxed her head back into Harry’s hand, eyes locked on him as she let him do as he pleased. She couldn’t avoid the soft moan that slipped out around him at the view of her husband standing before her, towering over her as she kneeled.

Harry rested his free hand along Lily’s arm, lips parted as he looked down at her. The vibration of her moan only intensified the pleasure. Once they both got adjusted to this new position, his hips thrusted slightly faster, filling her mouth each time.

Lily was more than pleased when Harry completely took over. A couple of times he filled her so full that her eyes watered a little, but she would never make him stop or slow down. He could do whatever he wanted with her. Her hands stroked back from his hips and over his bum before traveling down the side of his thighs, needing to touch him wherever she could.

The feel of Lily’s mouth, her hands all over him, and getting to watch each time he filled her mouth had all quickened the process of getting Harry closer to his high. He tried to be careful not being too forceful, especially seeing the water build up in her eyes, but Lily never seemed to mind. “I’m close, darling,” he breathed after a while, holding her hair back in a fist.

Lily simply squeezed his thighs encouragingly in response. She was more than ready for his release and kept her eyes locked on him, wanting to see that look on his face when he was at the peak of his climax.

The pit of Harry’s stomach slowly tightened. Lily’s name left his lips in a moan once he released, eyebrows furrowing and his chest quickly rising and falling. Not to mention the blush on his cheeks that Lily rightfully teased him about earlier.

Lily subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, inevitably turned on by the sight of her husband. His torso was covered in a light sheen of sweat, emphasized with every expand of his chest. And then there was that beautiful blush of his.

Harry loosened his grip on Lily’s hair and moved his hand to rest on her shoulder, fingers lightly trailing against her skin. His breathing was quick as he began to come down from his high, managing a little smile when he looked down at Lily in front of him.

Lily helped Harry come down and licked him clean before sitting back on her heels and resting against the bed with a pleased smile on her face. His touch brought goosebumps to her warm skin and she had to fight a shiver when a tingle went down her spine. “Hi,” she murmured.

“Hi,” Harry smiled even more at Lily. It was slow coming down from a high that had been built up for quite a while. He reached both his hands out for hers. “Or are you comfortable sitting on the floor?” he teased.

Lily laughed a little and shook her head. “I appreciate the assistance. You aren’t the only one whose knees are getting older,” she giggled as she placed her hands in his and then began to stand.

Harry smiled and pulled Lily up to stand, then his arms were around her to lay back on the bed. “Ah, that’ll be romantic… a date for double knee replacements,” he grinned.

Lily draped her arms around him in return and giggled once more. “Oh, babes. Please don’t jinx us. We’re not that old, yet,” she shook her head. “But at the rate we’ve been going of kneeling for each other…” Her brows rose jokingly as she let her sentence trail off.

Harry laid back on the bed, his head on the pillows, and motioned for Lily to come closer. He couldn’t help but laugh. “I know…keep it up, we’ll be needing new knees in no time.”

Lily happily nestled herself against Harry, more than halfway laying on top of him. She smiled at the rumble of his laughter echoing in his chest against her ear. “Would you like me to stop then? Or to stop you?” she inquired, knowing full well his answer would be a stern protest.

Harry wrapped an arm around Lily while his other hand rested against the back of her thigh, bringing her leg across his waist. “Just letting you know that you’re being absolutely ridiculous asking that, lovey,” he teased, grinning.

Lily sighed contentedly when Harry tugged on her leg, more than happy with his adjustment. She was still a bit damp from watching Harry ride out his orgasm and while it was tempting to rub herself against his hip, she knew he needed a few minutes or so to recover. “Oh, I fully knew you’d never even consider that,” she grinned back at him. “And I wouldn’t either.” They enjoyed pleasuring each other far too much for that to ever be a possibility. Even in old age, she was sure they’d find a way.

“Couldn’t possibly give up my favorite thing in the whole world,” Harry grinned, running his hand slowly along the side of her thigh and up towards her hip. Then he couldn’t help sneaking a kiss too.

Lily smiled into the kiss at his words, but it was his touch that elicited a soft hum that was dangerously close to a moan. Her hips shifted forward so her pelvis pressed against his own hip.

Of course Harry took note of the sound that left Lily’s mouth, continuing his touch in hopes of hearing another one. Plus, there was the fact that he always needed his touch on her skin in one way or another. He’d never get enough.

Wanting to encourage him, Lily let one of her own hands wander, fingertips brushing down his biceps and back up to his strong shoulder with a feather light touch. It was no secret how obsessed they were with each other.

He’d welcome any touch of Lily’s. It was amazing how little she had to do before he started to get aroused again. Just having her close like this was enough. He gave her a few more kisses, the hand on her lower back traveling down to squeeze her bum.

Lily full on moaned this time and pressed herself harder against him. “Harry,” she breathed out, lips still brushing his. Her hand cupped the back of his neck as she pulled him in for a deeper, more eager kiss. If he was even somewhat ready, she was more than ready for him.

Harry cupped Lily’s butt in both of his hands, shifting their positions so her core rested on top of his length, having gotten hard once again. Their kisses, one right after another, quickly deepened. “I want you, lovey.”

Lily whimpered at the feel of him, more than pleasantly surprised at how hard he was already. She couldn’t resist slowly rocking her hips so she covered his length in her wetness, urging him to be even harder. “I always want you,” she gasped. Her fingers gripped at his bicep now as his tip teased her entrance. She managed to pull back far enough to meet his gaze, taking it as an opportunity to momentarily catch her breath as well. “Can I take you now?”

Harry’s breathing was already heavier. Her wetness along his length was something so simple, yet it felt so good. He didn’t hesitate to give a nod, bringing his hands up to her waist. “Of course you can, lovey.”

Lily lifted herself up enough that she could reach between them and guide Harry’s tip to her entrance. Then she was easing down onto him until he filled her up, her jaw dropping in a soft moan. Normally she’d give them both a little time to adjust, but she didn’t have the patience for that today and started an easy pace right away.

Harry’s jaw dropped a little at the initial feeling of Lily around him, and then at how quickly their thrusts together began. “Lily,” he moaned, pressing kisses along her jaw, shifting his hips so he’d meet her for each thrust.

Lily grinned to herself as she nuzzled her face into his neck. “I’m sorry. I’m not patient today,” she giggled, thought it was breathy. Her body had been screaming at her for the last several hours for this and now that she had it, she was desperate for more.

Harry smiled immediately upon hearing Lily’s giggle. “That’s more than okay with me,” he told her followed by a moan. He began to shift his hips upward with each thrust to meet Lily in the middle, figuring she wouldn’t mind.

All thoughts left Lily’s mind whenever Harry’s hips began to meet hers halfway. Soft noises escaped and she did her best to muffle this against his collarbone. Meanwhile, she found a spot where she could mark him and it be easily hidden, nipping and sucking at the spot as they continued to move.

It was hard to focus on anything in particular when Lily was making him feel this good, but the attention from her lips on his skin didn’t go unnoticed. He moaned as they moved together in their perfect rhythm, letting his hands wander every part of her skin that he could reach.

Lily’s back curved and arched along with wherever Harry’s touch was. Her own hands were braced, one on the pillow beside his head and the other lightly on his chest. She loved feeling his heart racing beneath her palm.

Harry grasped Lily’s waist and had shifted a little on the bed to make it easier bringing his hips up towards hers. “Good, lovey?” he asked, nudging her closer to kiss along her jaw and neck.

Lily gasped softly at the new angle and nodded before tilting her head for him. “Perfect, babes,” she breathed. “Just keep doing exactly that.” Harry liked when she told him what she wanted and she would happily tell him.

“You got it, lovey,” he breathed, kissing until he found one of the sweet spots just below her ear. Now that Lily confirmed they found the best angle, he quickened the pace, fingertips pressing into her hips.

Between Harry finding the sweet spot behind her ear and that sweet spot inside of her, she literally melted into him with probably one of the most pathetic moans. “Oh, fu-Harry,” she groaned.

Harry was completely consumed by pleasure, in love with Lily moaning his name and having her relax completely against him. “So good, babes,” he moaned while focusing his mouth just below her ear. He couldn’t ignore the familiar tightening in his stomach either.

Lily bit her lip as she tried her best to focus on moving with Harry. But it was getting harder and harder the closer she got, her walls starting to clench down around him. “Love,” she warned, her fingernails pressing into his chest just a bit.

Harry knew he was inching closer to his second high, Lily’s nails in his skin and her clenching around him only helping him get there even quicker. He only gave a little nod to her warning, knowing exactly what that single word meant. “I’m close too, lovey.”

Lily was relieved to know he was right there with her. She tried to hold out for him and move her hips as best she could to get them both to their highs, panting heavily between whimpers and moans.

Their movements were a little sloppier with how close they each were to their highs, but it really didn’t matter all that much. Each thrust and feel of Lily had Harry moaning, and it wasn’t much longer before he was releasing into her, his fingers gripping at her sides.

Lily’s jaw dropped in a silent moan when she felt Harry release and then she was right behind him. Her toes curled and her back arched as her orgasm coursed through her. She was too busy moaning Harry’s name to notice that her nails were now digging into his chest.

Lily reaching her high and tightening around Harry just prolonged his release, leaving him moaning and breathing heavily. He couldn’t get enough of Lily moaning his name. He held her close again as he started to come down, pressing kisses along her neck.

Lily’s hips began to slow and her body sunk more towards Harry’s until she stopped and finally relaxed against him. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest just as fast as hers and they were both breathing hard.

Harry wrapped his arms around Lily’s waist once they both settled and began to come down, hoping the same would go soon for his quick breathing. He couldn’t resist giving slow kisses to her jaw while his fingers trailed along her skin.

Lily hummed happily at Harry’s continued doting. Her entire body felt tingly in the afterglow of their highs and his lips and touch just prolonged it. “I enjoy the process of making a baby with you,” she sighed before letting out a small giggle.

Harry smiled against Lily’s skin. “Might just be my favorite thing to do,” he laughed softly, laying his head against the pillow but keeping his hand rubbing up and down along her back.

“It’s definitely in the top three,” Lily joked with a laugh. She took a few more moments to calm, her breathing at least back to normal now, and traced her fingers over the crescent marks her nails had left in his skin. “Harry?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Woah. That’s pretty high up there,” Harry grinned softly, shifting so he was able to press a kiss to the top of Lily’s head. He’d easily admit the cuddling after sex was in his top three. “Yes, babes?”

Lily tilted her head back enough that she could see Harry and his expression. “What do you think of going to fertility testing sometime?” she asked. It was a quite serious subject after they were just goofing around, but it was something she’d thought about every now and then and all the joking about making a baby had brought it back to the forefront. “Before we get to the point where we’re ready to really start trying for kids.”

Harry looked down at Lily, his hands mindlessly running along her skin. “I’m certainly not against it. Would that kind of be just to make sure everything looks healthy and all that while we’re planning to have a kid?”

Lily nodded and gave a small shrug. “Just to make sure what our chances are. I don’t want one of us to have fertility issues and us not know when we could be spending that time working on an adoption instead or whatever,” she explained. “Sarah’s sister tried for years with her husband before they went to a doctor and found out he was infertile.” It had caused a lot of heartbreak and Lily wanted to avoid that if possible.

Harry listened before giving Lily another nod. It was something he hadn’t thought about before, but it definitely wasn’t a bad idea. “Of course, yeah, I’d be willing to do that. Might take some stress away when we finally do start trying.”

“That was my thought,” Lily nodded. “I want a little me and you more than anything so of course it would be heartbreaking to find out we couldn’t. But I feel like it would be just the tiniest bit easier if we knew early on.” She would never say no to adoption or any other form of conceiving, but being the planner she was, she’d like as much heads up as possible.

Harry nodded looking at her and gently ran his fingers through her hair. “I think so, too. Do you have any idea when you’d want to start looking into it more?” They had a lot going on lately, especially now with the house, but they could make any timeline they wanted work.

Lily adjusted her head into a more comfortable position on his chest. Her finger went back to absently tracing along his skin. “Maybe after we get settled in the new house? There’s going to be a lot on our plates with moving and new jobs.” She blew out a breath just at the thought of it all. They’d been so excited about the house and had avoided some of the less favorable aspects about moving.

Harry gave a little nod. They were going to be quite busy very soon, and Lily was right; they should deal with the necessities of moving first before they even thought about adding this onto their plates. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. One step at a time, lovey.”

Lily found one of his hands and gave it a squeeze as she smiled up at him. “Exciting steps, but definitely ones we should take one at a time. We’ve learned our lesson.” They had overfilled their plates by taking on wedding planning and Harry going back to school. That was something they definitely would not be repeating.

Harry smiled down at Lily while slowly lacing their fingers together. He laughed softly, “thank god that stage is over.” As if only wedding planning or only going to school wasn’t enough, they decided to do both at the same time. But they got through it. “We’ll know when we’re ready.”

Lily idly fiddled with their fingers. “And just because we go for testing, doesn’t mean we’re reading to start trying right away. So we could honestly do that part whenever.” There was a lot they wanted to accomplish together and having a family was just one of those, albeit a bit and important one.

“No problem with getting settled first,” Harry agreed, using his other hand to rub slowly up and down along Lily’s back. “I am quite excited for a little baby, though…whenever that time is,” he grinned.

Lily’s smile softened at the idea of a child of their own. They adored their goddaughter and were excited to have kids when the time was right. “And another little one whenever we’re ready for a second,” she added on with a light laugh.

Harry laughed. “This is all happening so quickly,” he teased and smiled, holding Lily close against him. They’d talked about this for years, and now they just had to wait until the time was right. It was exciting.

Lily playfully rolled her eyes. “Our imaginary future children?” she teased back. They didn’t know if it would be in the near future or several years down the road, but they had plenty of time to figure that out. For now, it was fun to just talk about and imagine. “You’re going to be the best dad ever, though. Our kids will adore you.”

Harry smiled and hugged Lily as close as he could before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And you’re going to be the best mum. Finn agrees with me.”

Lily moved to nuzzle her face deep in the crook of Harry’s neck, hiding her pleased smile and pink cheeks. She placed a few sweet pecks there and then snuggled him as close as she could, her heart ready to burst.

Harry grinned even more and held Lily as close as he could get her. If they were this happy just talking about future children, he couldn’t imagine what they’d be like when the time would actually come. “I’m tired, girly…Especially when you’re cuddling me like this,” he smiled.

Lily simply hummed at first before moving enough that she could speak and Harry could understand her. “Me, too. It’s been an emotionally exhausting day, but in a good way,” she agreed. “Let me get off you and then I can get a washcloth to clean us up?” There weren’t horribly sweaty, but it was still there and she knew how much Harry preferred to be clean. Especially before bed.

“Sure, lovey. If you don’t mind.” He reluctantly let go of Lily, but knew they’d be back to cuddling close like this before he knew it. Luckily all their clothes were on the floor so they didn’t have to worry about cleaning off their bed before they’d climb under the blankets.

Lily leaned up, hands now braced on either side of his head. “Not at all,” she murmured, bending down to place a quick peck to his nose. Then she was sitting up and carefully moving so he would pull out of her before she climbed off him and the bed. In the bathroom, she found a clean washcloth and soaked it in warm water before washing herself off, focusing on where she felt most sweaty. She returned to Harry with a fresh one, just as warm as hers had been. “Where do you feel gross, babes?” she asked, more than happy to take care of him herself.

Harry sat up on the bed and waited for Lily to come back, smiling at her once she did. “I can do it, babes. Why don’t you relax?” he grinned and held his hand out for the washcloth.

Lily pouted at him, but didn’t offer him the washcloth. “I want to dote on my lovey,” she mumbled pitifully. They didn’t have the energy to bathe each other in the shower, so this was as close as she was going to get.

“Excuse me, lovey…I don’t believe I got to wash you tonight,” Harry teased with a soft smile once he realized Lily wasn’t giving in. “Okay, probably… my chest and arms and like, thighs need it the most.”

Lily just smiled, pleased as can be as he gave in. “You always dote on me,” she argued lightly. But she was quick to get to work before he could stop her, happily working the cloth along his chest and down each arm. Then she flipped it over and gently cleaned his thighs. “Better?”

Harry smiled. He definitely couldn’t complain that all they wanted to do was dote on each other. “Much. Thank you, lovey,” he answered, pouting for a kiss from her.

Lily leaned in to return the kiss. “Let me toss this and then you can tell me how you want to cuddle tonight.” She sat back from him and then got up to place the cloth in the bathroom with the other. On her way back, she turned off the lights and found their bed in the dark, slipping under the blankets.

Harry held the blankets up for Lily to climb in under, laying on his side and wrapping his arms around her waist so they could start getting comfortable. “What a day,” he smiled, “I’m so excited. We’ve got a house together.”

Lily scooted closer and settled herself against Harry, allowing him to move her as he pleased. She smiled at his statement and placed a couple kisses to his chest. “I love our life,” she sighed happily.

“Me too.” It was the biggest relief finding a house after looking for so long. He kissed the top of her head before laying his own on the pillow and closing his eyes. “I love you.”

Lily’s eyes closed, easily becoming drowsy once more in the warmth of Harry’s arms now that they were both clean. “I love you, Harry,” she whispered back.

[therealnuclearplatypus]

MALECTOBER 2022 DAY 16 + EXTRA 1—RINGS & HANDS

@malectober

(tw: implications of sexual activity)

Max was in his high-chair, giggling. Alec was attempting to feed him, but Max only ever opened his mouth so Alec can spoon the food in if the person feeding him said, "Here comes the airplane!"

(And with every spoonful, the vehicle had to be a different one. Otherwise the little menace wouldn't eat.)

Alec was running out of vehicles. "Here comes the—uh ... ice-cream truck?"

Max happily opened his mouth and let Alec feed him another mouthful. Alec smiled at him. He may be a pain to feed, but nothing could deter Alec from bestowing loving smiles upon his child.

"Here comes the ... jet ski," he tried again. Once again, Max let his father feed him. Max gifted him with a mostly-toothless grin.

Alec prepared another spoonful. "Here comes the—sweet holy Lord," he spluttered.

Magnus had just entered the kitchen and looked absolutely magnificent.

"Here comes the Lord?" he asked curiously. Max was still waiting with his mouth open. Alec could do nothing but stare at his fiancé, agape.

"You—you look—" He couldn't even form full sentences, dammit. "My god, you look divine." There, he did it.

Magnus walked over to him with a shit-eating grin and carefully guided Alec's still-outstretched hand towards their son's mouth. Max happily gulped down the food.

"Do I, now?" Magnus murmured. Alec swallowed and nodded fiercely. Magnus chuckled. "Yeah, well, guess what."

"What?" Alec said, feeding Max another mouthful with a, "Here comes the hearse!"

"I convinced Catarina to watch Max for exactly three hours," Magnus told him, arching an eyebrow. "Which means we have three hours to spend as we please."

Alec stared, then asked, "When?"

"In about two hours. I figured, you know ... we deserve a bit of us time. I haven't been alone with you in ages."

"Yeah." Alec got up to put the food away because Max refused to eat anymore. "I ... missed you, even though we were always together."

"I know what you mean. I missed you, too," Magnus said. He bent down next to Max's chair and sang, "Looks like baby's all full to eat anymore, eh? Who's Papa's little imp? Huh? Huh? Yes, you are!"

Max shrieked with laughter. Both his parents smiled. Yes, three hours would do them good.

___

"Thanks again, Cat. Bye-bye, Blueberry! We'll see you soon," Magnus promised with a kiss to the boy's forehead. Alec came over and planted a kiss onto the boy's curls.

"You'll be okay?" he asked Catarina.

"Don't worry," she replied, "this darling will be fine."

Alec breathed in relief. "Really, thank you."

"No problem." She turned away. "Bye now. Max, say bye to your dads!"

"BAAAAAAAAAAA!" Max cried, making them all laugh. Then Cat left, holding their baby, and they were left alone.

"So ..." Magnus turned to his fiancé, a cheeky grin on his face. "Whatchu wanna do?"

___

They lay in bed, panting softly. Alec turned and laced their hands together.

"I'm sorry about that moment earlier," Magnus apologised, "I should've taken my rings off."

"No, no, it's okay. And you know I love your rings." Alec kissed one of said rings. "I love every part of you, baby."

Magnus smiled and kissed him. Then he slid a ring off his finger and placed it onto Alec's. "You look pretty with rings, too. You should wear them sometimes."

Alec stared at Magnus's ring on his finger, thinking of a day another ring would be put on that finger. But those were thoughts for another time, when the world would be different. "Hm. Yeah."

Hands still intertwined, Alec nicked a couple more rings off Magnus's fingers. The latter snorted, waiting curiously. Alec put those rings on and just stared at his hand.

"Keep those," Magnus said quietly, rubbing loving circles onto Alec's knuckles. Alec smiled.

"You know what, I think I will." Alec sat up suddenly, and retrieved the Lightwood family ring from where it sat on the bedside table. He slid that on, too, and lay back down.

Magnus brought their entwined hands to his lips and kissed them. Alec let him, gazing at him silently through his eyelashes.

"Every single part of you is such a miracle to me," Magnus whispered. "Your eyes. I've never seen such beautiful and expressive eyes. And your lips ..." He kissed those lips, a smile curving both their mouths all the while. "And your hands, darling ... capable and strong, unfailing and caring. When they hold onto my own, when they hold our son, when they let arrows fly ... you're a wonder, such a wonder. And you don't even realize just how much."

Alec allowed himself to sink into those loving words. He closed his eyes and murmured, "I love you so much, gorgeous."

"You know I love you, too." The warlock traced invisible patterns onto his fiancé's skin. "And I love those rings on your hands. A very good combo."

Alec huffed out a laugh. "Hey. We have like an hour and a half left. Wanna go for a walk and maybe a bite to eat?"

"Sounds like a plan." They slowly got up and put their clothes back on. Alec left the rings right there where they were, shimmering and sparkling on his fingers. Magnus noticed and smiled to himself.

They left the house, still holding hands. They went to Taki's, talked and laughed and reminisced. It was just like in the beginning, when they were still getting used to each other, to loving and being with the other.

But now, they knew they did.

[landinoandco]

An Unlikely Grand Prix

Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Warnings: flufffff

Word count: 2.1k

Requests are open :)

The Belgium Grand Prix was one that was highly anticipated - not only did it mark the end of the summer break and start to the second part of the season but it also promised some quality racing with its high speed corners.

You and Daniel were sitting in your hotel room on Sunday morning, a drink of coffee in your hand and a vitamin smoothie in his, your laptop open in front of you as you made some edits to the latest version of your book. You were an author and about to finish the final edit of your new novel.

“Have you seen the weather forecast for today?” He asked, leaning onto his forearms. You looked over your laptop lid and nodded, taking off your glasses.

“I have, you better be careful. It was bad enough in qualifying yesterday - “ You paused, saving your work and closing your laptop down. “I don’t care what people say - wet races always make me nervous. They shouldn’t have sent you out in Q3, it was hard to watch.”

A silence fell between the both of you, Daniel watched with a softness in his eyes. He knew exactly how you felt and he loved how supportive you were of him. You were his biggest fan and he could not be more thankful for it - you were there for him every weekend through rain and sunshine and through good races and bad races. You knew him better than anyone.

“I will be as careful as I can -” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I really feel like I’m getting somewhere though - P4.” He exclaimed, a smile flashing across his handsome features. You brushed your thumb over his hand.

“It was a really good lap - especially given the weather.” You agreed.

You moved your gaze to the window - the steady sound of rain hitting the hotel window filled the room.

“It’s definitely going to be a tense one.” Daniel muttered, pushing his chair back and getting up. You followed and made your way to the door, shrugging on your coat as you went.

The rain was pouring down as though the heavens above had opened - Daniel held an umbrella above both of you, sheltering you from the downpour. Members from different teams raced around the paddock to dry shelter - the buzz of conversation could already be heard from the grandstand in front of the pitlane. You admired the dedication of the fans; it was far from just a shower and for those exposed without even the slightest of cover would be drenched to the bone even by now and the grand prix was far from starting.

You looked over to Dan, his eyes twinkling and a spring in his step told you that he was looking forward to today’s race. His eyes flickered down to meet your gaze, bumping his shoulder into yours causing you to chuckle.

It was incredible to think about all of the things you two had managed to fit into 3 (going on 4) years. You met each other on the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, you were there plotting for your next novel and Daniel was there hiking with his friends…

You were sat on a rock, looking out to the city of Cape Town tucked away under the mountain range - you were out in South Africa on an escape from the cramped conditions of London. You had a deadline quickly approaching to come up with a plot for your next book and as of that moment you still weren’t any closer to coming up with the next bestseller. Sure, you had ideas but they were yet to set a light a fire of motivation in you.

You had zoned out, your gaze attached to a bird soaring across the landscape ahead of you when a sudden voice pulled you swiftly out.

“Whatchu’ writing about?” The man asked, his tone was bright and as you looked over at him you saw the beaming smile stretched across his features. His eyes showed a confident but kind manner, brown curls stuck to his forehead and the beginnings of a beard covered the bottom half of his face.

“If I knew, I would tell you.” You quipped back, turning to face the man in order to see him properly. He had a muscular physique, no doubt a sportsman - you had thought at the time - an explosion of colour seeping out from his shorts caught your eye as you clocked the tattoos; they weren’t the only ones either as little drawings were littered over his hands and arms.

“Nice tattoos.” You complimented, nodding over to him. If it was at all possible, his smile grew larger and he put his fist out.

“I’m Daniel, by the way, Daniel Ricciardo.”

The rest was history - an adventure packed history. One filled with enough adrenaline to last you for the rest of your existence. The introductions had also prompted your next plot idea so the following week when you had returned to London you turned it into your agent - who had immediately loved the outline you had presented.

A few hours later and the start of the Belgium grand prix was approaching but still the track was resembling more of a spa - ironically - than a safe and functional track. Dan walked in from the drivers parade and shivered - his coat having provided no cover.

Frowning, you got up and handed him a towel, “What are the conditions like?” Nerves laced your tone. Dan sat down, shrugging, “They’re what we expected them to be like but it’s really rough. If we can even see 6 feet ahead it would be a miracle.”

A miracle was something they were all desperate for and before they knew it the race had been red flagged - deemed too dangerous to race so all of the teams were in their garages coming up with ways to entertain themselves.

You had made your way out of the McLaren garage to join Daniel who was wandering up and down the pitlane looking for a way to cause havoc.

You crept up to him and grabbed his shoulders and shouted: “boo,” in his ear causing him to jump up in shock and scream. You and many witnesses were doubled over in laughter as the Australian held his hand to his chest.

“I just came to say -” You started, “That you looked like you were about to do something mischievous and I wanted in on whatever your plan was.”

Dan looked at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a lopsided grin formed on his face. At that moment, he had never loved you more. It was a strange feeling that he couldn’t quite describe - it was just one he felt warming up his entire body. One thing he had always adored about you was the way you understood him - at the beginning of the relationship he knew you had found it hard to deal with his childish, devil may care attitude. As soon as you relaxed more around him, you two became more comfortable with one another - you decided to try his way of living. Letting fate take you to your next adventure and enjoying the unpredictability of it all. From your first adrenaline seeking adventure Dan had managed to persuade you to join him in - he knew he had found his partner in crime. Most importantly, Dan had taught you a way of living that was more enjoyable, a way of living that allowed you to get more out of life and push your comfort zone right to the limit.

“I have a few ideas.” He smirked, then grabbed your hand twirling you around as though you were ballroom dancing.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, the corners of your eyes crinkled as he pulled you into his chest, guiding one of your hands to rest on his shoulder as he grasped the other in his and held them up as though you were dancing the waltz; finally placing his hand on your waist.

“I don’t suppose you would have seen it but in 2015, the American qualifying was cancelled due to rain and to pass the time I danced with my teammate. I figured I would make a tradition of it.” He explained, twirling you around again.

“Did Lando not want to dance with you?” You questioned, the corners of your lips quirked up. Daniel stopped and took a step back. For a moment you thought you had said something wrong but then a spray of water splashed up the front of your coat. Gasping, you wiped the water from your face and Daniel’s smug smile came into focus. You looked down to where he was standing and saw a gaping hole that had now filled up with water.

“You little-” You had begun, a smile betraying you entirely as it crept upon your features. You wanted to pretend to be angry but he had caught you off guard.

“I thought that you would be a nicer dance partner - but apparently not.” He retorted, biting down on his lip in an attempt to stifle his laughter at your facial expressions. You looked at him and then down at the puddle, back at Daniel and then decided what your next move would be; before you could however he had picked you up over his shoulder, spinning around happily.

“Daniel-” You protested, having to close your eyes to avoid feeling motion sick. You heard him chortle then give in as you felt your two feet touch the ground once again. You pouted at him, strands of hair now stuck to your forehead - it was a sight to behold. Daniel’s heart skipped a beat, his breath becoming shallower as he brushed the loose strands of hair from your face. He had decided at that moment that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he was ready to start the next chapter of his life with you. It would be a brand new adventure and probably the scariest yet.

“Marry me.” He mumbled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. He froze, an idea sparked, turning on his heel he fled in the direction of the McLaren garage.

Your eyebrows drew together in confusion, your heart thumping against your ribs. Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you glanced around you only to realise the whole of the pitlane and grandstand of fans had fallen silent - watching on in anticipation. Had they heard what he had said? How could they have, Daniel had muttered so quietly even you had struggled to hear the words that tumbled from his lips. Little did you know, a camera had caught every moment and you were now the sole focus as you waited for Daniel to come back.

Moments later and he was running out of the McLaren garage, something in his left hand. You squinted to get a better look, from where you were standing all you could see was a flash of blue - but as he came closer you realised what he was holding was in fact a Haribo packet.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth, you knew exactly what he was about to do. You were fighting back tears of joy as he opened the haribo packet and pulled out a gummy ring, got down on one knee and said: “Marry me. Our new adventure, just you and me. My partner in crime.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you nodded fervently, words appearing to fail you. You flung your arms around his neck. There was an eruption of cheer from around you, as fans whistled and clapped and fellow teams called out in congratulations.

You placed a hand either side of Daniel’s face, tears shone in his eyes. To most a gummy ring would seem immature - laughable even but to you, it confirmed to you how much you loved the man standing in front of you. The gummy ring he had presented to you meant so much more than being a Haribo. It represented you both as a couple. A love that was unconditional and would never get old and yet whilst you both would age - the love you had for one another would stay youthful, unpredictable and exciting.

You were more than ready to start the next chapter of your adventure with the man you loved most.

[saphirered]

Is there a number of the autumn prompts you were kind of hoping to write but no ones requested it yet? If so, can I request that one for Mollymauk x reader?

Short but fluffy. I've been sitting on this scene for a while now so I've gone with Sunrise from the prompts. Hope you enjoy! 😘

Peace. The sky turns purple and pink through the parting clouds. Warmth returns from the dead of night to the first light as the moons sink once more. The quiet of the morning, right when the sun comes out, yet the busy day lays far away, Molly has always admired this time. In his life he’s seen so many things, known so much chaos in those short two years. He knows not when it will end, or how long he’ll keep this blessing. Sometimes he loses track of it all but it only takes one sunrise to remind him, this is his life and he chooses what to do with it. He is not at the whims of the world. He weaves his own story in a a colourful tapestry of shimmer and shine, vibrant as he is for it is his story and so it should be. But his story is not just alone. He shares it with others. Some have come and gone. Others have stuck around. Some he might rather forget every meeting but each and every experience leaves him richer for it. The sunrise shows him the passage of time, that the darkest times come to an end, and the chaos knows peace. He shares that peace. He shares it with the fingers running through his hair, with the one who’s lap he’s turned into a pillow, who reminds him he is not among the clouds but remains tethered to this earth, instead of wandering in the eternal darkness among its horrors. You are his sunrise. 

You feel him stir. Molly rises to consciousness out of habit. You’d have thought him to be the one to have to be dragged out of bed forcefully to be up in time but learned quickly that while this may be true to an extend, rarely does the tiefling miss the sunrise. He’d explained to you what it meant to him for he has few secrets but was willing to share with you. You understand and can relate, even if you do not always join him for these early hours. Whenever you can you’ll take the shift right on the cusp of dawn, if only to spend it with Molly. It’s a moment he happily shares with you. You talk about everything or nothing at all, sit in each other’s embrace and share in this vulnerability neither of you can quite explain. This morning is no different. Molly stirs and slowly his eyes open. You do not stop removing the tangles from his hair. You’d commented it’s been growing longer and he should take better care of the curls but you suppose having him wake up like this does little to stimulate this tiny fragment of independence. He could, but you do it so lovingly. 

“I think we’ll have a pretty one today.” You whisper to not wake the others. Molly grumbles in reply, casting those ruby eyes to the sky. You’re not wrong. Slowly he sits up, missing your brushing fingers already. He rubs his eyes and presses a lazy kiss to your cheek as he gets up. Stretching his arms above his head and then bending at the hips before rising to his full height once more. It’s always reminisced you of a cat and never fails to bring a smile to your face. The carney offers you his hand and pulls you to your feet. Hand in hand you walk away from the group, still within sight but with a little more privacy. You sit side by side among the dry withering tall grass, on the hill overlooking the landscape. You lean your head on his shoulder, snuggling up to his side and Molly drapes an arm around your shoulders, holding you close while the other plays with your fingers. The smile it begets upon your face is worth more than money can buy. 

“So what do you think for today?” He asks and hum in confusion. “How long after entering the city do you think we’ll get in trouble? I’m ready for new bets again. My money’s on Nott.” He elaborates and you poke his side. He catches your hand when you try again. Teasingly he brings it to his lips kisses it over and over, then up your arm until you’re giggling at his foolishness. Only then do his lips settle on your cheek and he dares dart his tongue out. You roll your eyes and move to straddle him. When he goes in to kiss you you move out of the way, holding his face by the cheeks and tutting like a parent would a child who’s done something inappropriate. He shrugs and plays along, not without a fair amount of teasing of his own, when his tail wraps around your thigh and squeezes. Ever so innocently does he look at you so you continue. 

“Well that’s unfair because you and I both know Nott will be lightening pockets at the first opportunity.” 

“Buzzkill.” He groans so you flick his nose. 

“I wasn’t finished yet.” You scold. “But, I think it’ll be you because you’ll get some ludicrous plan that’s bound to go wrong in the first ten seconds and you’ll resort to desperate measures.” His hands stroke up and down your sides, touch barely there, just enough to remind you of his presence. As if you could forget in the first place. 

“Now that I can get behind. Twenty gold.” 

“Psh. You can do better than that. Not so sure you’ll win? Fifty.” You counter. Molly pinches your sides making you jump and gasp as if to say ‘how dare’ but that mischievous grin answers that question. 

“You’re on.” Molly holds out his hand to shake and seal the deal. You do and the moment your hand is in his he pulls your closer to his chest and flips you over. You squeal in delight at the sudden movement and muffle your giggles. 

“I thought you wanted to see the sunrise.” You comment when his lips dart for your neck, kissing and sucking and biting leaving you short of breath. 

“I’ve got a perfect view.” He simply states extracting another gasp from you and you forget what you were thinking, indulging in the loving affection as the pink is exchanged for purple and you completely forget about the blue. You’ll focus on the purple right above you, and those red voids will be like the sun beckoning you to the day. You’ll forget about the morning to come and just be here in the early morning sunrise, in your own little corner of carved out peace and quiet beyond the sounds you both make. This is peace. 

[linorachas]

sunday's best. | bang chan

⁍ pairing — bang chan x reader ⁍ genre — fluff and smut ⁍ word count — 11.2k words ⁍ details — established relationship, domesticity, producer!chan, choreographer!reader, lots of cuddles and kissing (again), you're both really in love (again), hard smut | details under the cut ⁍ notes — part 2 of for the weekend is here! thank you so much to everyone who supported part 1 and asked for more. it gave me so much motivation to start and finish this one and i maaay have gotten a little bit carried away considering it's almost triple the size. and the smut... yea.... this could be read as a one-shot, but there’s a lot of elements from pt. 1 that i referenced in here, so please check that one out first! and also please please lmk if you enjoyed! ♥️  ⁍ summary —  Day 2. Holding up your end of the deal, strawberry ice cream, and Ugly Cat bowls.

⁍ smut specifics — dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, one mention of the word "daddy", possessiveness on chan’s part (but not the asshole kind), a smidge of oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, choking (but not really? just hand on throat), reader talks about liking the pain a lot, dry humping, slightest bit of cum play ⁍ little side note — please practice safe sex u guys. wrap it up. these guys are not good role models at all. be safe. also always pee after sex. plz. also this isn't proofread god bless

Saturday, 3:20 pm

“Time to fulfill my part of the deal so we can get on with yours.”

You hold your breath, stunned at the determination in Chan’s eyes. You’re distracted at the way his lips curl and at how his dimples pop out, your eyes following the line of his broad shoulders. You eye the ridges of his arms, down to the veins in his hands, parched throat swallowing when you get to his defined abs.

God, he was sexy.

You follow his happy trail, down and down until-- ah. Right. He was still naked. In the kitchen.

Your face scrunches up comically, desire disappearing as you hop off the counter and shoo him away.

“Go get some clothes, what the hell. Do you know how unsanitary it is to be naked in here? Gross, Chan.”

Staring at you in disbelief, Chan gapes, “after you just blatantly checked me out? I saw that!”

You walk past him, rummaging through the cupboards for food. “Unless you want me to come near you with a pair of scissors close to your-”

“I’m going, I’m going!” Chan shouts, as he rushes back to the bedroom, the panic in his voice making you laugh.

You’re just starting to fill up a pot with water when arms sneak around your waist and a very clingy but now fully dressed Bang Chan nuzzles his face into your neck, humming.

“What do you want me to cook for you, baby?” He asks excitedly, ready to do anything.

You snort. “Unless you can magically conjure up some groceries, I don’t think you can cook me anything at all.”

Chan freezes at that, releasing his hold on you so he could open the refrigerator and cupboards, mouth dropping in shock when he sees that there really was no food. You’ve both been so busy this week, spending most of your meals at that company, that you both probably forgot to do mini-grocery runs.

“Though we do have like, 4 packs of ramen left and half a can of spam.” You call Chan’s attention back to you, gesturing towards the food on the counter. Chan, the big eater that he was, deflates at the sight, looking exactly like a kicked puppy.

“Aw, I know that’s not enough for you, baby.” You coo, shuffling over to Chan to pinch his cheek. It starts gentle at first, but then you put a bit of pressure, narrowing your eyes. “But if you eat more than your share, I’m biting you.”

Chan yelps, nodding rapidly as your pinch his cheek harder, “okay! Okay! I won’t steal from your share, I promise, baby- ow!”

You relent soon after, pressing a sweet kiss to Chan’s reddened cheek as he scowls at you. “Good. Now let’s get cooking, because if I don’t have food in me in the next 3 minutes I really might start biting you.”

Chan jumps out of your reach at that, and you watch him with a smile as he bustles around to prepare your food. You get a bowl each after it cooks, perfectly equal in portion size. There aren’t any words being shared as you both settle on the couch, your thighs pressed together as you slurp on your noodles, putting on a drama you were both invested in. Chan doesn’t notice when you slip your one last remaining piece of spam into his bowl, too busy berating a main character for being stupid, but he does let you finish off the soup in his bowl.

You and Chan start working on chores after that, because when you were looking for the remote control under the couch, you’re greeted with a cloud of dust, making you sneeze thrice.

Chan laughs at you, but then he’s cut off by his own sneeze too. You share one look before you’re both scrambling towards the cleaning supplies.

It takes you both hours just to clean the whole apartment and do some laundry, the sky already dark when you settle back down on the couch.

Considering you literally had no ingredients to cook with, you decide to order for dinner, and there’s a small dispute as to who has to get up to accept the food and pay the delivery man. The fight is resolved with a quick game of rock, paper, scissors; Chan winning fairly, but you still complain on your way to the door.

“We should work out,” Chan pipes up suddenly when you’re both lying on your sides on the couch, him being the little spoon. Dinner was a quick affair, and now you’re both just basking in the happiness of having a full stomach.

You make a face. “Was that not enough of a workout?” you ask, referring to your spotless apartment.

Chan snorts, turning around so his front was facing you. But he slides down, making a sound akin to purr as he buries his face in your neck. “I mean, like. Yoga. Leg day reps. Jogging?”

You groan, pinching his side. “I dance for a living. You go work out. Let me rot on this couch for tonight.”

Chan laughs at that, but doesn’t pester you about it anymore. You let him rest on your clavicle as you focus on your attention to the drama that was currently airing on the TV, slightly interested now.

You’d have thought Chan was asleep if it wasn’t for the kisses that he presses on your neck, harmless little pecks that soon have a bit of teeth in them. You lean your head back, finding the action more comforting than anything, but then Chan’s tongue suddenly darts out to lick at a spot near your jaw, and you shiver.

You sigh, but you don’t push him away. Instead, your fingers card through his hair, making Chan groan happily. He stops pestering your neck then, enjoying your fingers massaging and scratching at his scalp.

But your first mistake was thinking you were safe, because suddenly, there’s a thigh slipping in between your legs, pressing against your covered mound.

“Ah,” you moan, surprised, but Chan doesn’t do anything else after that, just lets his thigh rest there. You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “I thought you were going to work out.”

“This is my workout.” Chan whispers, and when you feel his devilish smile against your skin, you knew you were doomed.

Chan presses his thigh against your clothed pussy more insistently, making you squirm. The thin material of your panties and sleep shorts barely provided any layers between you, heightening the pleasure.

His thigh flexes, and the feeling of your clit grinding down on the hardened muscle was simply too good to ignore, and you’re humping Chan’s thigh before you could even think twice about it.

“Good girl,” Chan praises when he notices your hips gyrating, leaning up for a second to press a sweet kiss to your lips. He continues to adjust, helping you find the best position for your pleasure. “Keep rubbing that pretty pussy on me, baby, that’s it.”

You moan when a hand slides under your shirt and brushes against one of your nipples, Chan rolling the slowly hardening nub between his fingers. You feel yourself getting wet embarrassingly quick, and you knew you could cum like this. Chan has made you cum multiple times before just from clitoral stimulation alone, and dry humping was no exception to that.

You’re just about to ask if he was really going to let you cum, but then Chan pulls his thigh away, and the knot in your stomach disappears.

You groan for an entirely different reason now, upset at your orgasm being taken away from you. But Chan busies himself with tugging at your shirt until you get the idea and take it off, and he immediately latches his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking.

You suck in a breath through gritted teeth, pressing his head closer to your chest as he paid attention to both your nipples, licking and sucking and biting. You were getting uncomfortably wet now, your panties damp, and you convey this to Chan in hopes that he would speed things up.

You should have known that it would just spur him on.

“You wet for me already?” Chan asks once he stops marking your breasts, facing you with a grin.

You nod rapidly. “Yes, so if you could fuck m-”

“Ah,” Chan tuts, “let me feel first.”

You don’t even get a chance to protest because Chan’s hand is already disappearing, slipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties to slide two of his fingers between your folds. You jolt at the contact, moaning as he uses those two fingers to rub circles on your clit gently.

“Chan,” you moan and he hums distractedly, leaning down to suck more marks on your skin. He slips in a finger without warning, but since you were so wet and ready for him, you took his finger in easily.

Chan curses, testing the waters by slipping in a second finger slowly, and though there was a bit of a sting this time, his second finger slides in just as easily.

“God, baby, you’re soaking.”

Chan crooks his fingers, brushing against your g-spot almost immediately, making you jolt and whine. He picks up the pace, fingers fucking in and out you fast despite your underwear and shorts restricting most of his hand movement.

He comes up for a kiss, your mouth opening automatically for him to slip his tongue in. He groans into your mouth at your obedience, free hand gripping your jaw tight. He sucks on your tongue just as he adds a third finger, and you pull away to hiss.

Chan’s fingers were long and filled you up nicely, and with how he was rubbing at your g-spot insistently, it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm climbing up again.

“I’m prepping you, but it looks like you don’t need it with how you’re sucking my fingers in, baby.” Chan shakes his head, playful disbelief coloring his tone. “Did you think about my cock in you all day? Wanted me to fuck you that bad?”

“Yeah, yes, I- ah,” you gasp, nodding at his words rapidly. Chan leans in to kiss you again, but you manage to stop him with a shaky hand pressed to his chest, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“You held up your end of the deal,” you whisper, already breathless, “it’s time I hold up mine.”

Chan’s eyes darken, and you squeak when he suddenly sits up on his knees, free hand yanking your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. He leans back down to get the kiss you stopped at before, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and making you moan.

“But first,” Chan murmurs against your lips, voice leaving no room for discussion. “You cum for me now.”

Now that there was no clothing to restrict his hand movements, the pace of Chan’s fingers picked up faster, driving you crazy and making you squirm on the couch. Chan pins your hips down with his other hand so he could drive his fingers into you easily, and the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting inside your cunt was so lewd you felt yourself blushing.

It only takes a quick brush of Chan’s thumb against your clit to have your body snapping, trembling in Chan’s arms as your hole convulses against his fingers. Chan groans like he was the one having an orgasm, eyes appreciatively staring at the way your head was thrown back, chest heaving up and down.

Chan pulls his fingers out carefully, planning to just wipe them on his shirt, but then you make a noise, catching his attention. He looks up, confused, but then sees the way your gaze was trained on his fingers— which were slicked with your juices— and his cock got so hard, it started to hurt.

“Fuck, you’re filthy.” Chan whispers, but he brings his fingers up to your lips, letting you lick and suck to your heart’s content. Chan swallows as you look up at him through your lashes, cleaning his fingers thoroughly with long swipes of your tongue. For each glimpse he sees of the wet appendage around his finger, his dick jumps in his sweatpants.

You pull off slowly when you finish, eyes still locked with Chan’s. The both of you were breathing hard now, gazes intense as you stared each other down. At first, you felt like both the predator and the prey. Chan could destroy you with his fingers alone if he wanted to, but he was easy to fluster as well.

But then Chan tilts your head up with a single finger, leaning down to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips, a kiss so full of intent, lust and— love, that it leaves you breathless, eyes wide.

Chan lips quirk. “Bedroom?”

Saturday, 10:41 pm.

“Arch for me, baby.” Chan orders, breathless, hand smoothing down your lower back. You were truthfully too weak to hold yourself up already, mind numbed with pleasure, but you do your best, legs shaking with the effort to present yourself. But the pleased grumble that immediately comes out of Chan definitely makes the grueling position worth it.

You were both naked now, having shed Chan’s clothes as soon as you stumbled through the bedroom door, after you spent a good ten minutes just making out against it. Chan had shut the door with a quick kick, carrying you on the way to the bed even though it was only a few steps away.

But you didn’t complain, not when he dropped you in the middle and immediately manhandled you to your hand and knees, tugging your hips close to him with a grunt.

“That’s my good girl,” Chan leans down, whispering the words against the nape of your neck as the tip of his cock slid between your folds.

You start whining, because you were much more exposed in this position and you were being good but Chan wasn’t doing anything about it and you just wanted to be fucked. You convey your displeasure by pushing back against Chan’s cock, trying to get it to slip in you without his help.

“Want it inside, sweetheart? Hm?” Chan mumbles against your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe teasingly. “I can feel your greedy little hole twitching against me. Shit, you want it that bad?”

You nod rapidly, uncaring of how desperate you looked. Mostly because Chan liked that look on you. He liked knowing that you let your guard down around him, that nobody in the world could bring you to your knees and have you begging to be filled like he does.

Chan never explicitly shows how much he likes thinking that you belong to him, because he really does believe you’re your own person and not an object to be owned. But here, like this, with your throbbing pussy against this cock and your teary eyes pitifully looking up at him to do something, anything— it brought out a sense of possessiveness in Chan that he never knew he had.

These were the kind of feelings that only you could bring out of him. You were the only one who ever made him feel like this, and the rush of both excitement and fear over it admittedly has him going crazy at times.

But there’s nothing in the world he loves more than knowing you feel exactly the same.

He sees this in the way you tilt your head up, begging for a kiss. It has him breaking out of character, lips tugging up into a fond smile, since he’d planned to be mean and tease you for a bit. But he doesn’t resist when he leans down to kiss you, not when the urge is so strong. Especially not when your smile against his lips felt like the world’s most addicting drug.

Ah, how lucky was he to have fallen in love with you?

“Channie,” you hiccup once he pulls away, and he presses kisses down your shoulder, hiding a smile. This is why he could never be a hard dom with you. One kiss and he’s weak.

“Mhm, I got it, I got it. Just relax for me, yeah? I’ll fill you up real good, sweetheart. Just relax for me.” Chan soothes, pulling back to sit up on his knees.

He grabs a hold of his cock so he could line it up and push in, but then he can’t stop the groan that comes out his throat when the contact eases the pressure on his cock. He hasn’t been touched since you started, and with how wet you were when he pressed against you, he didn’t even need lube. His hand slid up and down easily.

You bit your lip. You were torn between enjoying the godly image of Chan jerking off to the sight of you bent over for him or finally enjoying the feeling of being filled up. Chan pleasuring himself was always a sight to see, veiny arms flexing every time his hand moved.

His eyes fluttered close, and your eyes greedily followed the line of his jaw and the long column of his throat, mouth dry with how much you wanted to suck marks on it.

But you were once again reminded why you can’t, and you were in this position for a reason.

“My end of the deal,” you start, catching your boyfriend’s attention, “was to let myself be fucked six ways to sunday.”

You pause, your hand sliding behind you to slip your own fingers into your soaking pussy. You moan when one finger slips right in, bright eyes meeting Chan’s dark ones.

“Should I have just done that myself?”

Nothing could have prepared you for the way Chan yanked your finger out, gaze hard as he locked both your arms behind you back. He was only holding your arms back with one of his hands, but the grip felt as tight as a rope.

You shiver in anticipation.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby.” Chan hisses, finally pushing his cock inside, easily slipping in with how wet and stretched you were from his fingers.

He moves slowly, determined to make you feel every inch and ridge and vein of his cock against your clenching walls. You squirm and gasp as he pushes and pushes, filling you up so well until his hips are finally flushed against your ass.

“I’ll fuck you so well you’ll feel it here,” he slides his free hand down to your lower stomach, pressing down until he almost feels his cock bulging in you, “and you’ll feel it until next weekend.”

Then he pulls back and thrusts inside again, this time slamming in hard.

You choke on a breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Chan goes in deep and fast. The position allowed him to reach inside you deeper than ever, and you almost swear you feel him in your stomach.

He finds your g-spot again in no time, knowing your body better than you do. You jerk in his hold when he does and a scream gets stuck in your throat, and the fact that you could feel Chan’s amusement from your reaction just made it even hotter. You had no time to breath from how hard and fast Chan was fucking you, let alone make a sound.

God, you loved it.

It’s what has you cumming in no more than three more thrusts, mouth gaping like a fish out of water as the knot in your stomach finally snapped. Chan seems to have noticed, given that you were clenching around him like crazy, and the laugh he lets out is so attractive that you feel yourself clench again.

“Aww, already, Y/N?” He teases, making you flush. He sounded smug, and you made a mental note to kick him for it later.

And though he seemed to have noticed your orgasm, Chan doesn’t stop. In fact, he shifts his position and somehow finds a way to push himself in deeper, forcefully pushing a long, drawn out moan from your throat. He makes you ride out your orgasm, eyes staring intently at the way his cock slid in out of you, covered in your juices.

“Shit, Channn,” you groan out his name, voice breaking as he continues to drive his cock into you. “I- ah, ah, Channie, please, I can’t-“

“You can,” Chan grunts out simply, as if he knew your core was already tightening for your second orgasm in a row.

You open your mouth again to plead— for him to stop or keep going? you didn’t know— but then Chan slows down, and you finally manage to suck in the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Keeping his cock in you, Chan lets go of your arms, both of his hands now sliding under your torso to pull you up. You gasp at the sudden change in position, now sitting back on your knees as Chan’s arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

“Fuck,” Chan grunts in your ear, inhaling through gritted teeth as he thrusts into you again properly. His fingers trail down your hips and up your stomach, hands brushing up and down your skin like he was mapping it out. It tickled, and with every brush of Chan’s hand against a sensitive part of your body, you clench.

He moans lowly, the sound right by your ear and making you shiver. “You open up so well for me. You always do. So perfect for me, beautiful.”

Chan presses heated kisses on your shoulder, hands now gripping your waist tight so he could position you in a way that was pleasurable for both of you. When Chan’s lips trail higher, you subconsciously bear your neck to him, making him smile.

“Please,” you breathe out, your eyes stinging from the almost painful knot in your stomach, back so soon even though you’ve just calmed down.

“Again.” Chan exhales against your ear, hips picking up that demonic pace again. “Cum for me again.”

You moan, nodding mindlessly as Chan pulls you back onto his cock at the same time he thrusts forward. His big cock fills you up in all the right places, brushing against your sweet spot constantly and driving you crazy each time.

Since you were now being held up by Chan himself, you didn’t know what to do with your hands at this point, nails digging into your palms and creating indents.

But Chan, as attentive as ever even when he’s fucking you into oblivion, notices your hand situation and guides your arms upwards, pushing them back until your hands tangle in his hair instead.

The new position worked well for the both of you, because your back was arched to accommodate your arms, and Chan could drive his cock in that good kind of deep again.

Chan’s grunts by your ear just get you even hotter, along with his hisses every time you clench around him. He murmurs dirty praises in your ear, telling you over and over again how good your cunt felt around him and how you were taking him so well and how he’d love nothing more to be buried in you forever, so you’d never feel empty again.

The last straw is when his free hand comes up to your neck, fingers closing around your jaw so he could tilt your head up. You gasps noisily at that, tugging on his hair in surprise. You and Chan have talked about choking before, and though he wasn’t really cutting off your air, the feeling of his hand around your throat was more than enough to get you locking up around him.

Chan coos, lips brushing against your cheek as he talked you towards your orgasm. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Let me feel you cream around my cock again,” he grunts, pushing through the tight vice-like grip your walls had around him, “Come on, gorgeous. Let me feel it. Want you to cum for me again.”

You sob out Chan’s name, unaware of the tears slipping down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut and came for the second time in a matter of minutes. It was too fast, too sudden, still too sensitive from your last orgasm—

—and it was everything you ever wanted.

Chan immediately slows down when you start spasming around him, letting you ride out your orgasm slowly this time. He continues to murmur praises in your ear, pressing open mouthed kisses on the shoulder nearest to him.

You’re hiccuping and gasping his name, fingers tugging on his hair desperately. You were so lost in pleasure that you don’t notice him slowly pulling out and sitting back on his knees, pulling you back with him. He untangles your hands from his hair gently, and your arms limp at your sides now that you’re slumped over.

Chan brushes your hair back from your sweaty face when your head lolls back, and you easily accept the searing kiss that he presses on your lips. Though you were barely kissing back, breathing too hard to move your lips, you refused to let him pull away.

Chan’s kisses were like air for you during times like this, and you drink them in greedily.

“You were so good for me.” Chan praises once he pulls away, eyes bright as he stares down at you lovingly, thumb brushing against the tear tracks on your cheeks. “My good girl.”

Slipping an arm under your knees, he rearranges your positions so you could lie down on the middle of the bed. Chan lies on his side next to you, one hand propping his head up while the other hand intertwines with yours, squeezing every few seconds.

You were in a limbo, somewhere between still being conscious of your surroundings and feeling floaty, but Chan’s murmured praises and constant touches bring you back to the ground fully.

“Good?” Chan asks, sounding genuine, but you catch the smug look in his eyes.

You laugh quietly in response, eyes rolling good-naturedly, hand coming up to punch him playfully. Chan grins wide, leaning down so he could press a sweet kiss to your lips.

And when he pulls away, he brings your intertwined hands up to his face so he could place a kiss on the back of your hand too. You shudder from the sudden wave of affection going through you, feeling so lucky to be taken care of by someone as caring as Chan.

But. There was one issue.

“Channie,” you exhale, shifting to your side so you could plaster your sweaty body close to his, burying your face in his neck and breathing in his scent.

“Hmm?” He lets go of your hand so he could tuck your hair behind your ear, wanting to see your face.

“You didn’t-“ you start, indicating to the hard-on pressed against your thigh. You hear the breath he sucks in when you grind against it, but then there’s a hand stopping your hips from moving any more.

“We don’t have to.” Chan reassures, referring to your fucked out state as nicely as he could. It made you chuckle, until— “I already made you cry, anyway.”

You swat at his stomach, making him groan and laugh at the same time. He falls back onto the mattress, giggling as he shielded his torso away from your hands.

He was right, though. Your legs were already shaking, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how sore you would be tomorrow. Not to mention the different bite marks around your body. You look like you’ve just been mauled by a wild animal.

But—

“I want more.” You whine softly, knowing it got to Chan whenever you vocalized what you wanted. You crawl up his body slowly, watching as he licked his lips. You hips lower, sitting right on Chan’s cock and grinding, and you relish in the way his teeth grits.

You lean down, letting your lips brush against his ear before whispering, “Want you to cum in me.”

“Shit,” Chan curses, hands coming up to catch your hips in a bruising grip, halting your movements again. He was definitely holding back for your sake, but you didn’t want that. You had a deal to uphold.

“Come on, daddy.” You purr in his ear, grinning when he tenses again. “Don’t you want to fuck me full of your cum?”

You squeak when Chan flips your positions, him now on top of you and your arms pinned above your head. You breathe heavily, watching as his glazed eyes rake over your marked form, like he was taking you in. Carving the way you look into his memories.

He leans down then, arms caging the sides of your head. “You drive me crazy.” He admits, voice fond despite his heated look, and you blush all the way to the tip of your ears.

“Crazy enough for you to fuck me into the mattress?” You ask, voice tilting up hopefully as you flush, but you’re cut off by your own moan when Chan suddenly spreads your legs and ducks down, tongue licking a fat stripe up your slit.

“Fuck!” You gasp at the sudden attack to your sensitive pussy, head throwing back and hands immediately coming down to grip Chan’s hair. “You- what are you- oh, fuck me.”

You could feel the puffs of breath against your clit as Chan laughed, and you hit him on the back using your foot, annoyed that he was laughing as you lost your mind. He ignores you, swirling and flicking his tongue around the sensitive nub, before continuing to dip his tongue inside you.

The moan he lets out rivals your own, and you gasp as Chan eats pussy like he’s a starved man and it's his first meal, the slurping noises he makes sounding lewd even to your own ears.

You chant his name like a prayer, squirming on the bed as you tug on his hair hard. That only serves to make him moan, which in turn also made you clench again.

“Baby,” you sob, “please. If I don’t get your cock in me, I’ll- I- please.”

Chan finally lets up at that, pressing one last kiss to your swollen clit before he kisses his way up your body.

“Yeah? You need it?” He asks, breathless, but it was clear he wasn’t waiting for an answer. He must be as worked up as you are, because there was no more teasing this time, and you gasp when you feel the head of his cock brushing against your slit.

“What the hell was that,” you demand, voice clipped because Chan was pushing inside you again, testing the waters with miniscule thrusts. You jerk each time.

“Wanted you to shut up.” Chan chuckles, but he’s cut off by his own groan when he feels your hot, velvety walls clamp around him in response. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling how wet you were from both your juices and his spit.

“Shit, baby, how are you still so tight?” Chan sighs contentedly, pressing open mouthed kisses to your cheek. He’s got his upper arms on either side of your head, and you’re so close together that your breasts press against his chest, making you jolt with every brush of your nipples against his pecs. “You fit my cock so well, got me so hard-“

“It’s cause- ah, I’m made for you, shit, right there-” you slur mindlessly, head thrown back from the pleasure as Chan drove straight into your g-spot again and again. The way he hit it so precisely each time should have freaked you out, but you were far too out of your mind with pleasure to think about it.

Chan’s hips falter at the words.

“What did you say, baby? Say that again.” Chan demands, sounding desperate, and you gather all the strength you had left to pick your head up and look up at him. With how close you were, you were pressed nose to nose, Chan leaning down even further so your forehead pressed together. You meet eyes, and you shudder at the intensity of his gaze, suddenly looking much more animalistic than before. Ah.

Bullseye.

“Was made for you.” You murmur again, clearer now, arms coming up to wrap around Chan’s shoulders for leverage as he used you to get to his own orgasm. “I take your cock well because you’ve ruined me for anybody else, Chan,” you admit, eyes shaking. “Nobody’s ever— ever going to make me feel like this. Like you do- oh, fuck!”

You feel Chan bristling at the mention of someone else, and despite your fuzzy mind, you rush to placate him. “I’m yours, baby. Just yours.” you swear, cupping his cheek and forcing him to focus his gaze on you. You needed him to understand. “Any way you want. All of me. I’m all yours.”

Chan’s hips stutter, and he leans down to press your mouths together again. He’s moving too much to have your lips locked in a proper kiss, but he nibbles your lips, breathing heavily as he whispers, “Mine.” over and over again against your jaw.

Your legs come up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him. The pleasure and pain was so blurred that it was making you tear up again, but you pull him closer and beg him to go harder.

There’s a certain urgency to his thrusts now, more frantic and more desperate now that he’s let himself go, and you relish in his unrestrained groans and moans mixing with your own.

“Y/N,” he calls, voice guttural, and just the sounds of his fucked out voice saying your name has you tightening immediately again, making both you and Chan gasp. “Shit, baby, wait, I’m close- where-“

“Inside.” You beg, now nose to nose to Chan as he leaned his forehead on top of yours, eyes searching frantically. “Inside. I told you earlier, didn’t I?”

Chan groans, a loud and raw sound that vibrates against your chest, especially when he ducks his head down to the side so you were cheek to cheek now. You feel his teeth nip at your earlobe, low moans loud in your ear as his thrusts get more sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Y/N, are you-“

“I’m sure, Chan.” You turn your head, and your lips brush against his ear when you beg, “cum inside me. I want to feel it, want you to fuck your cum back into me. Please.”

Chan grunts, cock pulsing inside you at the thought. He was so close— teetering right at the edge as you continued to clench around him and whisper filthy things in his ear.

The last straw is when you tug his head back just in time, forcibly making your gazes meet when you whisper,

“Please, baby. Remind me that I’m yours.”

Chan’s jaw clenches, teeth grinding together as he finally stills and pumps his cum into you. The first spurt has you gasping noisily, clutching onto Chan tightly as he fills you up. You maintain eye contact for one glorious moment, but Chan’s eyes eventually flutter shut due to the overwhelming pleasure. You watch as his head lolls back, throat working out grunts and moans, complete bliss on his face.

The look is what triggers your fourth and final orgasm; dry and painfully, painfully good.

When he picks his head back up, your lips meet in a bruising kiss, tongues sliding against each other and teeth clacking as you both ride out your orgasm, him milking his cock inside you.

If you were filled before, you were bursting at the seams now.

Chan doesn’t pull out for a couple of minutes, the both of you catching your breath. But when he does finally pull out you immediately hiss, clearly oversensitive.

You clench unconsciously, but it’s no use, because you’re already shuddering from the feeling of Chan’s cum trailing out your hole.

Chan swallows, eyes staring intently at the way you clenched and unclenched with his cum dripping out of you, and he curses when his spent dick gives an interested twitch.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you croak out, shaking as you stretch your legs out. “If you so much as touch me right now, I might pass out.”

Chan’s lips quirk at the playfulness in your tone, but he knew there was some truth to your words. So he asks you if he can go get something to clean you up, only moving when you give him a clear response of yes. He’s back with a clean, damp cotton towel a minute later, as well as a bottle of water.

You groan in thanks when he makes you drink, patiently waiting until you’re finished to call your attention.

“Baby,” he calls, and you turn your head to face him. He holds the towel up as a form of a question, and you sigh, knowing it was better than nothing. You weren’t in any position to shower right now.

“Be careful, pl-“

“Shh.” Chan smoothes, starting by rubbing a thumb on your thigh. You were so high-strung that even that simple touch startled you, but Chan takes his sweet time and doesn’t rush you, distracting you with kisses every time you spasm.

He finishes cleaning you up soon enough, doing all the work and refusing to let you lift even a finger. You end up cuddled together after, just basking in each other’s warmth and your post-orgasm glows.

Sex with Chan was always amazing, because no matter how slow or how hard and fast you two went, it always ended in sweet kisses and cuddling. Chan never takes his hands off you, not even for a second, always attentive to your needs and wants. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the whole wide world.

In the background, a phone pings, jolting you out of your daze.

“Babe,” Chan calls when he unlocks his phone, chuckling under his breath. “I really did fuck you six ways to sunday.”

You prop your head up on his arm, peering up at his phone lazily. The first thing you see is a picture of you on the lockscreen, taken from when you were napping on his studio couch. The second thing you see is the time and date.

Sunday, 1:34 am.

You snort, turning away from the harsh glare of his phone to bury your face in his bicep. “That wasn’t even six. That was like— three. Or four at most. I don’t know. I blacked out.”

Chan snickers, locking his phone and tossing it on the nightstand. He’ll deal with the notifications tomorrow. For now...

He turns back to you, lips tugging into a smirk as he trails the tip of his fingers down your back, making you shudder.

“Wanna make it six, then? We still have time.”

You immediately yelp, slapping his hand away and rolling off him. You wiggle under the covers, tucking it around you to shield your body away from Chan’s hands.

“Are you crazy?! I can’t even feel my lower half!” You squawk, glaring at him from where you’re peeking behind the covers.

Chan laughs, that squeaky loud laugh you love that has his whole body shaking and eyes crinkling. He crawls over to you and nuzzles his face on top of your head, giggles pressing against your hair.

“Babyyy,” he whines, still laughing. “Let me in. I’m cold.”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “What will you trade me?”

Chan’s eyebrows wiggle. “Your blanket for my body.”

You groan in disgust, turning your body away from your laughing boyfriend. Chan usually thinks he’s soooo hilarious, and he believes you do too.

Hiding, you bite back a smile.

“Yah,” he complains now, wrapping his lanky limbs around your burrito looking form from behind. “Come out already. I wanna cuddle.”

You wiggle out the covers soon enough, because you truthfully wanted to cuddle too, and plus, Chan’s pecs were nice to lie on. He welcomes you in his arms easy, huffing out a laugh when you smooch one of his pecs lovingly.

“I’m kinda hungry.” You admit after a few minutes, making Chan groan in disbelief.

“You’re insatiable. There’s no end to that stomach, is there?” Chan asks rhetorically, and you open your mouth to answer because you want to annoy him, but Chan catches you before you could. His hand comes up to cover your mouth, though his hand was so big that he ends up covering your nose as well. “Nope. Shut up. Quiet now.”

You laugh behind his hand, squirming and struggling until he finally relents when you lick his palm. And as if he didn’t just fuck his cum into you earlier, Chan scrunches his face and says, “Gross.”

You scoff. “You fuck me well into the next day and you’re expecting me not to get hungry?!”

“But this kitchen is so far,” Chan whines, even though you didn’t really ask him to get food for you. You’re just about to tell him that, when he adds, “-but fine. I’ll miss you for all the time that it takes you to get food.”

Chan flops back on the bed, eyes shut and clearly expecting you to leave. You squawk, pretending to be offended and swatting at his chest. “You’re just going to let your girlfriend go out into the night like that?! When I can’t even walk?!”

Chan opens one eye, amused. “The night is just 15 steps away.”

“Fine.” you huff, scooting back to your position. You drop your head down on Chan’s chest-- hard-- making him yelp. “I wasn’t even that hungry anyway. And we don’t even have food.”

He laughs, hand automatically finding its way to your hair. “I’ll get you whatever you want tomorrow, I promise. We’ll get brunch on the way to getting groceries, okay? How about that?”

You sniffle. “I want chicken.”

Chan rolled his eyes, but there was no heat behind it, just fondness. “Then we’ll get chicken.”

“‘kay.”

You sigh happily, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Chan’s fingers carding through your hair. His pecs were the perfect pillows, and combined with your post-sex exhaustion and Chan’s warmth, you were sure you were about to fall sleep. Dreamland was one step away, and you’re just about to fall into the waiting arms of a deep sleep when suddenly--

Chan’s stomach growls. Loud.

You burst out laughing, body curling up and shaking as you turn to Chan, who was hiding his face behind his arms in embarrassment.

“And I’m the insatiable one?”

“Not one word.” Chan huffs, refusing to meet your eyes as he grabs some clothes to throw at you. They land on your face, a move you knew was deliberate because you were still giggling.

Chan was the cutest when he was flustered, and even in the dim lighting of your room, you could see how red his ears were.

So you both bundle up— in only a few articles of clothing since it was an unusually hot night— just for the sake of looking decent. Chan wiggles in some sweatpants, and you slip on his shirt and boxers.

When you get up from the bed, Chan-- ever the gentleman that he is-- genuinely panics when you flail due to your legs buckling, and his arms are around you holding you up before you could even blink.

“You really can’t walk?” Chan asks, sounding hilariously horrified.

“No-” you laugh, “don’t look so scared. You didn’t break me, idiot. I can definitely still walk, just let me get used to it.”

But Chan seemed to think otherwise, because suddenly, your feet are off the ground and you’re being carried bridal style. You yelp, arms coming up to lock around Chan’s neck so you don’t fall.

“What.” This is the second time you’ve been carried to the kitchen in under a day, courtesy of your muscly boyfriend who seemed to think picking people up was something you can do casually.

“It’d take too long. I’m hungry.” Chan huffs, and you roll your eyes, amused. Chan could be a baby when he was hungry, and this was evident in how he rummages through the fridge with little huffs after he sets you down.

“There’s nothing to eat.” He sighs, as if the both of you didn’t already know that.

You groan, leaning against the counter. “I’m pretty sure we have ice cream?”

“That’s not very healthy.” Chan frowns, but opens the freezer door anyway and grabs the tub when he sees it.

You only turn around for a second to get a spoon, but when you face Chan again, he’s already sitting cross-legged on the floor, brows furrowed as he attempts to use the lid to scoop out some ice cream. You huff out a breath, exasperated and fond at the same time.

He looks up at the sound, then grins when you meet eyes. He opens his arms then, beckoning you over, and you carefully sit between his legs. Chan shifts a little bit to the side, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You move your hair to the other side so it won’t bother Chan, and he presses a quick peck to your now exposed cheek in thanks.

You yelp when Chan places the icy tub on your bare thighs, then glare when he just giggles. Chan’s shirt was huge on you, so he pulled it over your knees, giving the tub of ice cream a blanket of sorts to sit on and sparing your thighs.

Then, he takes the spoon from your hand, stabbing it through the iced treat with all the strength of a man who works out.

It barely pokes through. The ice cream was too frozen.

But you still wow exaggeratedly in an attempt to boost his ego, squealing when Chan digs his free hand on your side and tickles you. The spoon still gets a tiny, tiny bit of ice cream though, and you hate that you still blush when Chan feeds it to you.

“I think we have to wait for this to melt.” Chan says, blowing on the tub. Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, giggling.

“Why are you blowing on it, then?”

“Why am I- oh.”

You laugh at the dumbstruck expression on Chan’s face, finally realizing he was unconsciously blowing on frozen ice cream. Your laugh echoes throughout the apartment, and it’s only at that moment that you realized how quiet it was. The refrigerator hums beside you two, but other than that and some cars passing by outside, it was complete silence.

You realize how dark it was too, the only light sources coming from the refrigerator, and your bedroom.

“Shouldn’t we turn on the light?” You ask, and Chan looks up from where he’s violently stabbing the ice cream.

“Eh. Fridge works. Plus it’s hot, so I’m not closing this.” Chan shrugs, then pauses when he sees the look on your face. He chuckles, pulling you closer to him by the waist. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m right here, remember?”

“I’m not scared,” you scoff, but scoot closer to Chan anyway.

The ice cream eventually melts enough for the spoon to dig in, and you and Chan take turns feeding each other. Chan had his back against some drawers, while you were tucked between Chan’s legs, head on his shoulder and ice cream tub on your stomach. The condensation was wetting your shirt and making the cold seep to your stomach, but you didn’t mind. You were too comfortable to move.

Chan was making a habit of kissing you after he fed you a spoon, and you liked the feeling of his cold lips tasting like strawberries more than you’d like to admit. Some tongue slips in after a while, but it doesn’t go any further than that, both of you too exhausted.

The dim light of the fridge casts a yellowish hue on yours and Chan’s lower halves, creating shadows. You play with that for a moment, wiggling your legs and making shadow puppets of animals with your hands. Chan watches you silently, so silent that you think for a moment that he’d fallen asleep.

But then he drops the spoon into the tub— and all while keeping his other arm around your waist— reaches a hand out to the light so it creates a shadow, and shapes his hand into…

...half of a heart.

You grin stupidly, and the way your heart rattles inside your chest shouldn’t be normal. At all. You had to get checked out. This was the type of cheesy things Chan loved to do daily, yet you reacted to each and every one of them like it’s his first time doing so.

He loved leaving heart doodles on the whiteboard by the fridge that had your schedules in it, particularly hearts that were next to your name. He dedicates songs to you, writes about you, and even sings to you when you want him to. He stops by the practice room when he knows you’re inside, slipping in quickly to say hello and kiss your forehead, uncaring of the loud teasing from trainees.

But if you couldn’t say hello, if you were in the middle of something, he always, always made sure to leave a heart on the mirrors that were fogged up from intense dancing. Sometimes it would just be a heart, sometimes it was a doodle. Other times it was a message like; good luck, or see you at lunch, or hey sexy with a winking face.

Most of the time, it’s three simple words.

I love you, it would read.

“Yah,” Chan complains, jolting you out of your sappy stupor. “Are you going to leave me hanging?”

He’s frowning now, wiggling the little half heart around impatiently. You grin at that, muttering about how he was being a baby and making him huff. But then you finally reach forward, painfully aware of how your heart jumped from doing this one simple action.

You complete the heart, and you both watch the shadow that it forms.

Chan sighs happily, turning his head to press a quick, cold kiss to your cheek. You knew the heart wasn’t going to stay for long, since your arms would get tired, but Chan doesn’t break the heart to pull away.

Instead, he intertwines your fingers, letting the shadow from some weird version of your hands together, and it’s only then that he brings your hands back. You grin as you lean back against him again, Chan wrapping both arms around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

At 2:04 am, you sit with Chan on the kitchen floor, the refrigerator both illuminating and cooling your bodies, empty ice cream tub beside you.

2:08 am, Chan carries you back to your bedroom. Not because you couldn’t walk still, but because he loved the feeling of you in his arms, head tucked safely into the crook of his neck.

2:09 am, you and Chan slip under the covers, and you giggle when he scolds you about kicking off the blanket in your sleep. You placate him with a kiss and a promise to keep him warm.

And at 2:16 am on a Sunday, after a couple more kisses and hushed sweet nothings, you end up with your ear pressed against Chan’s chest, the beating of his heart combined with his quiet breathing lulling you sleep.

Chan stays awake for a couple minutes more, ensuring you were comfortable and finally resting. He wraps his around you when you shift in your sleep, hand automatically cupping the back of your head. Keeping you close, right where his heart was. He knew you weren’t going anywhere, but every second with you was something he knew he had to treasure.

“Y/N,” he sighed, burying his face in your hair. “I love you. So much. Too much, I think. Sometimes I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself.” he pauses, swallowing. “Honestly… just saying it doesn’t feel enough anymore. How can I show you I love you? At this point, I want to grab every person in the street and list out all the reasons why.”

He snorts at the mental image, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. “That sounds a bit crazy, isn’t it? I have an infinite number of reasons… so if I do that to every single person, how long would that take me? Huh. Should I really do the math on that?” he pauses, then: “God, even in your sleep you’re driving me crazy.”

You murmur something in your sleep, catching his attention. You were mumbling nonsense, but when his hand cups your cheek, you quiet down.

Smiling wistfully, he adds, “but... I don’t care. Really, Y/N, I’ll give you all my love if it means staying like this with you forever.”

Pressing one last kiss to your forehead, Chan finally gets comfortable and closes his eyes.

He’s much more vulnerable when he knows you’re asleep because he’d be too flustered if you replied, but the responding snore you give him a few seconds later makes him laugh again. Maybe you were unconsciously trying to respond to him, maybe you were just really deep in dreamland.

Either way, Chan falls asleep with a smile on his face, and the love of his life in his arms.

Sunday, 12:47 pm.

The brunch Chan had promised turns into a late lunch, because by the time you both woke up the next-- the same?-- day, it was already quarter past noon.

True to your predictions last night, you were sore. Chan runs you a hot bath, genuinely looking worried now, but you assure him that it wasn’t something that a few painkillers couldn’t fix. But he still looked uneasy, so you raised an eyebrow.

“What, you’re gonna regret the way you fucked me until I cried?”

Chan turns as red as a tomato, and you laugh as he spins on his heel and leaves you in the bathroom, shouting something about getting the medicine.

It did hurt, but you kind of liked it, considering the reason why you were sore. Chan frowns and questions why you were red in the face when he gets back, worried you were getting a fever, but you just flush even more and shoo him away.

When you get out of the bath, the first thing that greets you is the smell of chicken. Chan must have ordered while you bathed, and your heart warms at the thought of your boyfriend remembering your hunger and craving for chicken.

That is, until you find Chan on the couch already munching on a drumstick. He looks up at you in alarm when you walk in, face guilty.

“God, you’re insatiable.” You mock with your best impression of Chan’s voice, and the attempt makes him laugh too much to be mad about it.

You gorge yourselves on chicken and soda, some reruns of an anime you both love playing on the TV. You’re barely paying attention, more focused on the fan you had turned on blowing cool air on your face and the feeling of Chan massaging your feet.

You don’t even notice that you drifted off, jolting awake to the sound of an explosion coming from the TV. You must have been asleep for a while, because the table was clear of any takeout boxes and soda cans. At that moment, Chan comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered. He smiles when he sees you squinting at him, disoriented and half awake.

“Come on, baby. Time to get groceries.”

You didn’t bother to dress up much, considering it was hot out and you were not about to put fashion first and experience a possible heat stroke. So you steal another one of Chan’s shirts, ignoring his half-hearted protests.

He had plenty of other shirts. He could use those.

Chan gives you a look when you come bounding out of the bedroom in his shirt, but you knew he liked his clothes on you. The pink tinging his cheeks was more than enough proof. Plus, you had a diversion.

“Help me?” You ask, and Chan tilts his head, confused. But then you bring out a box, velvet and rectangular and blue.

It was the box that holds the necklace Chan gifted you for your birthday, and considering your profession, you couldn’t wear it everyday, hating the thought of it being drenched in sweat or god forbid, breaking while you dance.

So you wear it on your off days, keeping it in the box most of the time to be safe. Chan chuckles, smiling stupidly as he takes the necklace out the box, snorting when you scold him to be careful with it.

“Alright, alright. Just turn around, will you?” You huff, but turn around obediently, moving your hair away so Chan could do it easily. The cool metal of the necklace settling against your neck has you shivering, but so does the soft kiss that Chan presses on your exposed nape and shoulder. The pendant— a compass— sits between your collarbones, and you hold it between your fingers gently, feeling giddy.

Chan watches you with a soft smile for a few seconds, taking you in. It’s only when he notices the time that he regretfully bursts your bubble, grabbing your attention with a kiss to your cheek and taking your free hand in his.

“Ready?” he asks, eyes shining, and your heart flutters.

“Yeah.” You smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Let’s go.”

And though your diversion had worked for a moment, you knew yourself that it wouldn’t last. Chan still complains as you walk down the street, intertwined hands swinging between you, talking about how he had nothing to wear.

“You should just walk around shirtless then.” You suggest, winking, and you barely manage to stop an embarrassing shriek when Chan pretends to trip you. There was no way you were going to fall though, because Chan had a tight grip on your arms, but you still punch him on the shoulder for it.

Chan reacts dramatically, exaggerating his yelp of pain, as if he didn’t have hard muscle surrounding his entire body. You roll your eyes, leaving him on the sidewalk, ignoring his calls of your name mixed with his laughter.

You laugh and stumble on the way to the grocery store like idiots, and the time it took for you to get there probably took twice the time than it originally would, with how much you two were goofing off. But you do eventually get there in one piece, albeit breathless and giggly.

You guys had no specific routine for grocery shopping, just that there was a limit to snacks, and it was 5 for each of you. No more than that.

(This rule is usually never followed, but you guys keep it and remind each other of it at the entrance, just for the sake of acting like you were responsible adults who could control their cravings and knew how to stick to their budget.)

Thus, grocery shopping with you was always an experience, because you and Chan were both very passionate about food and would sometimes have different opinions. It would end in tiny fights, but it gets resolved just as quickly as it starts.

Either Chan relents because you looked cute and he secretly wants it, or you relent because Chan looked cute and you secretly want it.

So more often than not, other shoppers would find two people disputing in the middle of some aisle, and it’s just the two of you hissing back and forth about the pros and cons of a certain product.

Like now.

“We don’t eat that cereal. You don’t even like how it tastes.”

“You don’t like how it tastes. I ate the entire bag when we last bought this.”

Chan raises an eyebrow. “And did you do that willingly?”

“Well, no, but-” You stomp your foot, frustrated. All the tantrum does is bring a smile to Chan’s face, which wasn’t what you wanted. You weren’t being cute. You needed him to understand. “Ah, you know I don’t like wasting food!”

“So, why, pray tell, do you want to buy that?”

“Because-” you start, and Chan flicks his gaze down to the cereal in your hands, confused. But then you turn the box around and-

Ah.

“Look,” you point at the bowl stuck on the back of the box, grinning excitedly. “They have an ugly black cat now.”

Simply put, the box that you were holding was a brand of cereal that was for kids, and the taste of the actual cereal was too medicine-y for you and Chan. However, the sole reason you had bought one before is because of the freebie the cereal came with, a small plastic bowl with a white cat painted on it.

To be honest, the cat was kind of ugly and terrifying looking, but you were drawn to it for inexplicable reasons. Chan, who was unknowing of the taste of the cereal at that time, simply nodded and let you take the box home.

The cereal itself was crossed out from the very first taste, but you’ve both grown fond of the ugly white cat bowl, sometimes using it for non-cereal things.

(Like wine, after a long, long day at work. It typically consists of the bowl being passed back and forth between you two, instead of just chugging the entire bottle down like animals. You both had too much class for that.)

Chan sighs exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. But your excitement was infectious, and he finds himself smiling at the ugly little thing too.

Still, he tries to be the responsible adult and reasons, “you’re already 3 snacks past the limit. Plus, don’t we already have a bowl at home?”

“I know we do! But look at this black cat, Channie. Ugly White Cat can get a friend, plus if we get another bowl, that means we can match. Matching ugly cat bowls.” You explain, holding the box up to his face and wiggling it. “Think about it.”

And Chan did think about it for a moment. You really didn’t need another bowl, having plenty enough for the two of you and possible guests, but the prospect of matching with you…

And ugly white cat did look kind of lonely...

Fuck. He was getting too weak for this. You look at him with wide eyes, pleading and seemingly innocent, but you knew what effect that had on him.

He sighs, but there’s a smile on his face when he grumbles. “Fine.”

You cheer, pressing a long kiss to his cheek before you scramble away again, mentioning something about juice boxes.

Chan watches you skip down the aisle, grinning at the way your arms clutched the cereal box close to your chest, as if someone was going to take it away from you. He watches until you reach the end, crouching down at the selection of juice boxes.

He knew you took your juice box selection very seriously, evident in the way you were frowning and reading label packages. You looked kind of ridiculous, Chan’s old shirt bunched around your waist and a cereal box with some toy for kids tucked in your arms.

His shirt, which was entirely too big for you, starts sliding down your shoulders due to your crouched position. This reveals your neck, and he flushes when he sees memories of last night blooming on your skin.

And even from this distance, he sees the necklace and the way it glints, making you look much more ethereal.

After a few seconds, you apparently read something you didn’t like, because your head snaps up suddenly, catching Chan’s attention just so you could point at a box and make a disgusted face.

Chan laughs, despite not knowing what the hell you just pointed to. But you seem to be satisfied by his response, because you grace him with the prettiest smile, the one that he loved among your many other smiles— the one that makes your eyes crinkle and your cheeks bigger.

Chan’s breath catches in his throat at the sight. Something in his heart sings.

He loves you. He was so in love with you that it hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life by your side. To sleep with you, wake up with you, argue about groceries in pajamas with you, have matching ugly cat bowls with you, and come home with you— all of that. Always.

So when you turn back to your juice boxes, Chan hurriedly pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contact list quickly and tapping the call button on a familiar name.

Chan and you meet eyes again when you hold up two juice boxes of different flavors for him to pick. He knows immediately that you picked the orange one because he likes it, but Chan also knows that you couldn’t stand the orange flavor. So he tilts his head to the right, choosing apple.

You blink in surprise, but he could tell you were trying to hide the fact that you were giddy he picked apple. He smiles softly, heart singing again.

On his phone, the call he made finally picks up on the fifth ring.

“Hey, Bin? You busy? No, no, we’re fine. Yeah, I just-- remember the jewellery shop we went to last month? Do you still have their address? Yeah, that one. I threw mine out because I didn’t want Y/N to suspect anything.”

A pause, then he snorts, “I’m aware I just bought her a necklace, yes. But I’m not buying a necklace this time. Really. Yeah, um. Well, I think I—“ Chan swallows, eyes nervously going back to you.

You had both the cereal and juice box in your arms now, seemingly on your way back to Chan, but then you get distracted by free samples of cheese. You pretend to reject the offer for a moment, but falter in your step when the saleslady tries again. Chan snorts softly when you take five samples unashamedly, heart singing louder.

Will you wait for me? / Of course. You know I always will.

You were the only one who ever made him feel like this.

Honestly… just saying it doesn’t feel enough anymore. How can I show you I love you?

I’ll give you all my love if it means staying like this with you forever.

Your eyes meet again. You’ve balanced the plate of cheese on top of your boxes, face looking all too proud and excited as you gestured to the cheese, beckoning him over. He nods, indicating he’ll be there, and you go back to talking animatedly with the saleslady.

“Hyung?” Changbin’s voice on the other line calls, waiting for him to continue. “You think...?”

“Ah, no… I’m sure.” Chan smiles giddily, heart now creating symphonies in his chest. He’s never been more sure in his life.

All of this. Always.

“A ring. I’m buying a ring.”

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844 

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes. 

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door. 

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones. 

Suffice to say, the twins were very different. 

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb. 

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle. 

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips. 

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist. 

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression. 

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”. 

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4” 

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!” 

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work. 

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton. 

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen. 

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler. 

“That’s really good pat-” 

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun. 

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school” 

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands. 

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building. 

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job. 

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched. 

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded. 

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe. 

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work” 

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will. 

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director. 

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t  look marginally like a cave. 

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects. 

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before. 

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid” 

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding. 

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep. 

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was. 

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family. 

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree. 

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day. 

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up. 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Prisma I’m literally having the worst day ever. My energy, mentally physically and emotionally is just completely spent and I still have 5 hours left on my shift. I need some soft love and encouragement from Daniel 🥺 literally all I wanna do is be in comfy clothes and on the comfiest couch with him smokin a joint and just being able to relax and fall asleep whenever I want

Oh no honey 🥺 I'm sorry you're having a shit day, love. I am sending you all sorts of happy, healing vibes and the ener7to make it through your shift 🌌

18+

"Hey, you're late," You hear from the kitchen as you walk through the door to your apartment. You drop your bag on the floor and try to kick your shoes off, dead on your feet as you trudge towards Daniel's voice.

SG-1's mission had been canceled and he went home early.

"Wow, you look like shit," he teases when he sees you.

"Thanks," you grumble, "Love you too."

"Aw, hey," he sets the plate he was washing back in the sink and dries his hands before cupping your cheeks and pressing a light kiss to your lips, "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I feel dead."

"Okay, C'mere," his hands drag down to your shoulders, letting you all but face plant against his chest as his arms wrap around you. "Long day?"

He chuckles when you groan, "How about... you go pull on some sweatpants and a comfy tshirt, and I'll get you some dinner, and we meet up at the couch for some cuddle time?"

"That... sounds perfect," you mutter, already half-asleep in his arms.

By the time you stumble your way to the couch, he's sat there surrounded by blankets, a plate of hot leftover spaghetti on the coffee table.

Ignoring the food, you collapse into his embrace, sighing happily against his neck.

"Wanted this all day."

"I missed you too, Petal," He kisses your temple and pulls one of the fluffy blankets up over your shoulders, "Not hungry?"

"I'll eat later. Nap first... then... food."

As soon as your voice trails off you're out cold. And he holds you tighter, smiling into your hair, trying not to laugh at how fast you fell asleep.

He loves you so much, and no matter how long you've been together, it makes his heart swell every time you show him how comfortable and safe you feel with him. He loves when you curl up in his arms like this, so soft and pretty, asleep on his chest.

Always more than happy to let you relax, especially if it means he's get's to hold you close. He could spend forever like that.

He starts to doze off not 20 minutes later, comforted by your warmth and steady breathing.

By the time you both wake up, the spaghetti's gone cold and it's the early hours of the morning.

He quickly gets rid of the uneaten food before scooping you up and bringing you into the bedroom.

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"I love you, Зайчик," he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I love you," slightly lower on your jaw, repeating those three word over and over again, kissing down your collar bone and nuzzling into your neck, making you giggle.

"I love you too, Danny," you grin, running your fingers through that soft haird of his.

"Good, cause you're stuck with me."

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I don't know if this is what you had in mind, but I hope it helps 💜💜💜

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[drarryangels]

Prompts are open! Professors!Drarry, husbands, one tells students all about his husband. No one knows who that is. Until one day sth clues them in. And everyone's like - WHAAAA?! Bets are lost. McG is amused.

Hello there! This is the oldest prompt in my ask box, haha! So sorry it took like two years to get around to this.... *blushes*

Anyways, I hope you like!

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“That will be all for today,” Harry says. “You can have the rest of the period to work.”

He leans back against his desk and watches the scramble of students trying to pair off with their friends. He smiles and shakes his head. Every day is the same. Gloriously, marvelously, wonderfully the same.

“Professor Potter?”

Harry looks over to one of his students, a slight teenage girl with her hair tied up into three ponytails. “Yes, Miss Wimblefon?”

She twirls a curl of hair around her finger and smiles up at him. “I had a question for you. About the assignment.”

Harry sighs and waves his hand. “Ask away.”

“You said that the enchantment only works if the user is truly in love,” she begins.

Harry nods and folds his arms. “Precisely. Which is why you are only working on the theoretical application of this spell, and not trying to use it on your classmates.”

Jane giggles. “I’m in love. Can I give it a try?”

Harry stands up and brushes off the front of his robes. “You most certainly may not, Miss Wimblefon. As much as I am pleased by your interest in the subject, it’s not appropriate nor safe to produce the enchantment even when one is truly in love, and I have the strong suspicion that you are not.”

Jane’s cheeks go red. “Well, what does the spell do anyways?” she says, crossing her arms and huffing.

“An excellent question,” Harry says. “An easily answered one if you do your reading.” He holds his hand out to the classroom, and she gives him one last glare before turning on her heel and taking a seat with Mildred Daney.

*

“Merlin,” Harry says, dropping down onto the bed and spreading his arms out wide.

“What is it?” Draco asks, emerging from the bathroom and leaning against the door frame with his toothbrush stuck out of his mouth. “Jane flirting with you again?”

Harry groans and rolls over on the bed. “How did you know?”

Draco disappears to spit out his toothpaste, and then returns, smelling of mint and citrus shampoo. He climbs up the bed and drops down beside Harry, curling an arm around his waist and pressing his nose in the back of his neck.

“Because she’s the exact same with me,” Draco sighs. “Always playing with that bloody hair of hers.”

“She’s a sixth year already,” Harry says to the wall. “Isn’t this a bit odd?”

Draco nuzzles in closer behind Harry. “Someone should tell her that if she keeps tugging at that hair, it will all fall out by the time she’s twenty.”

Harry laughs. “Don’t you dare, Draco. Her mother will tear down the school.”

Draco bumps his head between Harry’s shoulder blades. “Well, then it will be McGonagall’s problem.”

Harry twists and rolls over to face Draco, his face smiling and bright. “You know,” Harry says, touching their noses together. “I think you may be right.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes,” Harry says and pushes himself on top of Draco, knees on either sides of his hips and arms around his shoulders. “Get Jane out of our hair.” He sets his head down on Draco’s chest. “And while we’re waiting for her mother to Floo in, we can plan our joint funeral, hm?”

“Bit early, isn’t it?” Draco says. He lifts his hands and rubs them up and down Harry’s back.

“Oh, no. Not at all,” Harry says. He lifts his head up and grins at Draco. “In fact, it may be a bit late if McGonagall has anything to do with it.”

Draco rolls his eyes. “Forget I said anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harry says, and drops his head back down on Draco’s chest.

Draco is so warm, so soft. Nice. A weight tethering him to the ground, to sanity.

“Good night,” Harry sighs.

Draco smacks his bum. “Get up and brush your teeth, you buffoon.”

Harry groans as Draco pushes him away, all the way off of the bed.

“Why?” Harry wails as he hits the ground with a great oof.

“Because I love you,” Draco says happily before sending a stinging jinx in the direction of Harry’s backside. “Very, very much.”

*

“Hello, Professor Potter,” Jane says. She’s twirling her hair again.

“Hello, Miss Wimblefon,” Harry says over his breakfast potatoes. “May I help you with something?”

“Yes,” she says, looking rather pleased with herself with her chin all drawn up. “The book says that the enchantment provides a binding connection to the user’s true love. One that doesn’t break until death.”

Harry squirts some ketchup onto his plate. “Almost correct.”

“What?”

Harry picks up a piece of bacon. “Almost correct. The enchantment doesn’t die after death. That’s why it’s so complicated. It must be a mutual bonding, and both parties must be truly in love with the other. And the bond doesn’t break after death, which opens up a certain realm of questioning about putting intention behind spells.”

Jane shakes her head hard. “What does it benefit though? Why engage in such complicated and dangerous magic? What does it do?”

Harry smiles and sets his bacon down. “Miss Wimblefon, would you mind continuing this conversation during our class time? I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast.”

Draco snorts beside him.

Jane glances over at Draco briefly and narrows her eyes. She opens her mouth to speak again, but Draco looks up from his hash and stares at her with wide grey eyes. Too wide to really be attractive, people have said before. Harry likes them.

“Right then,” she says, and runs off.

“Bless you,” Harry says, linking his pinkie into Draco’s.

Draco raises his eyebrows. “Harry.”

“Yes, my love?” Harry smiles at him. Innocently, very innocently.

“Why are you teaching verus amor est alliges duplicia?” Draco glares at him, and squeezes hard with his pinkie finger. “That’s extremely complicated magic.”

Harry shrugs. “No reason at all.”

Draco sighs and winds the rest of his fingers through Harry’s. “Oh, Harry.”

Harry grins. “Oh, Draco.”

*

“It’s class time now,” Jane says.

Harry glances up at his charmed clock over the archway in his office. “Not quite, Miss Wimblefon.”

“Well,” she says, already sitting down in the chair opposite him. “I didn’t want to interrupt your lecture, so I thought I’d pop in early.”

“Right,” Harry says. It’s probably best to get this over with. Maybe if Harry answers all her questions, she’ll leave him alone. “Go on then.”

“I’m curious to know what is the purpose of the spell.” She folds her hands on Harry’s desk and leans forward.

Harry pushes his chair back slightly. “It’s an irreversible connection with the person who loves you most in the world. It links you together. So, theoretically, if one half of the pairing was hurt, the other would know it. If something good has happened to one, the other feels their happiness.”

“So they share feelings?” Jane asks.

“No,” Harry says. “It’s not sharing. It’s just a sense. An added knowledge.”

“And what else?” she demands.

“It can act as a protective charm, if in dire circumstances,” Harry says. “A bubble of defense, if the two are physically close.”

Jane sighs and kicks her loafers on the floor. “It sounds fine, but not worth the magic.”

Harry smiles. He’d felt the same way when he’d first learned of it. “Well it’s more than that. The best part about it is the connection. It is difficult to explain, even for those who have experienced it. It is a joining of skin, two souls being one, a linking of magic. It is being melded with another person, body, soul, and mind. It is having them with you, always.”

Jane’s mouth opens a bit. “Er. Professor Potter?”

“Yes?” Harry asks pleasantly.

“Are you bonded to someone?” Jane asks, looking scared and excited all at once.

“To my husband, yes,” Harry says, and smiles at her.

Jane falls out of her chair.

*

It takes another four days after Jane faints in Harry’s office before she comes to confront him again.

“You’re completely oblivious to it,” Draco is saying to Harry. “He has an excellent aptitude for Potions. He’s very talented, really.”

They’re in greenhouse four, so Draco can collect clippings for a potion in his classes the next day. Harry hovers by Draco’s side, not doing anything particularly useful.

Harry rolls his eyes. “Please, you should see him in Defense. I might as well transfigure him into a hippo, and see if it changes the results.”

Draco touches a hand to his chest. “My, my, Harry. I think you’re spending too much time with me.”

Harry pushes at him. “I know I am. Thank Merlin for it.”

“Professor Potter?”

Harry trips and nearly stumbles over into a collection of finger eating bushes before Draco grabs his sleeve and hauls him up.

“Hello, Miss Wimblefon,” Draco says coolly. “May I ask you what you’re doing out of bed at this hour?”

Her eyes pass over Draco. “Professor Potter, I have more questions for you.”

Harry is still choking on his breath. “Er. Yes. Miss Wimblefon, can we resume this conversation at a later time?”

“No,” she says, and comes to stand next to him. “Carry on with your walk. I’ll simply join in.”

They have no choice but to walk.

“I didn’t know you were married,” Jane begins immediately as they’re leaving the greenhouse. “Especially not to a man.”

Draco throws an elbow in Harry’s direction and raises both his eyebrows in question. What is she talking about? he mouths. Harry shakes his head. He has no idea.

“So you’ve performed verus amor est alliges duplicia.”

Draco straightens up beside Harry. He chooses not to look over at him for fear of being burned to the ground with the look on Draco’s face.

“Quite,” Harry says.

“With whom?”

Harry stops. “What do you mean with whom?”

He looks over at Draco, who looks just as bewildered as Harry does, his irritation at Harry’s curriculum forgotten.

Jane stops too and looks back at them. “Who are you married to?”

Harry could fall over laughing.

Draco speaks before he can. “Miss Wimblefon. What is my name?”

Jane finally looks at him. “Professor Potter?”

“Yes.” Draco says very slowly. “My name is Draco Potter.”

Jane shakes her head, still looking confused. “So?”

Draco huffs and flicks his hair off his cheekbones. “So I share a last name with Harry Potter. Who do you think I am?”

“Potter is a common name, it’s not weird that you both have....” Her eyes go wide. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Draco snaps. “Merlin and Arthur, these children get dimmer every year. Potter’s a common name. Honestly!”

Jane turns and takes off running up to the castle.

Harry lets out a breath and holds out his hand for Draco to take. “I think you’re right, love. They really are getting dimmer.”

Draco takes his hand, gentle. “Why did we choose this career path anyways?”

Harry shrugs and they begin the walk up to the castle together. “Good pay?”

Draco blows out a hard laugh. “Good pay, indeed.”

*

Jane Wimblefon tells the entire school that Professor Harry Potter and Professor Draco Potter are married at breakfast the next day.

Harry drops his head into his hands and Draco rolls his eyes. Headmistress McGonagall stands up briskly and walks right out of the Great Hall. Hagrid bursts out laughing before knocking over the entire front table, and Professor Flitwick along with it.

The students go into a frenzy, jumping up and running from table to table, expressions of shock painted over their faces.

“Forget dim,” Draco says, looking out over the chaos. “This generation is entirely brain dead.”

Harry laughs so hard he gets marmalade in his hair.

[farfromharry]

My Rapunzel | Professor!Dad!Tom fic

Summary: being a college professor means tom’s working from home in these difficult times, spending a lot more time with his angel of a daughter and his beautiful girlfriend, who by the way is definitely his favourite princess.

Word count - 6k

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Harrison paused right before he turned the handle on the door, turning to the girl with a sheepish, shy smile.

“Just a heads up, my best friend is probably teaching a class in here,” He warned. He’d told the girl before about how he lived with 3 of his friends, and one of them was a uni professor. So of course he’d be teaching from home in the current situation. “And, his daughter may also be running around somewhere.”

He noted the slightly surprised look that crossed her face. He’d tried to hold off bringing her to the apartment for as long as he could, specifically because he didn't know how she was with kids and he didn’t want to burden her with having to entertain Scarlett while they were meant to be hanging out.

Harrison absolutely adored Scarlett, he had from the day he met her and he never hesitated to help Tom out when he needed his help. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a handful at times, especially more recently when Tom hadn’t been able to give her his undivided attention.

He unlocked the door while making quiet conversation with the girl behind him, pushing on the wood and guiding her into the apartment.

Harrison knelt down on the hardwood floor in preparation for the incoming attack, hearing those tiny, sock covered feet padding towards him.

“Harrison!” she squealed, practically launching herself into his arms. He was happy to scoop her up, holding her against his chest with a smile. Her tiny arms wrapped around his neck, giving him a small hug as best she could.

The man noted the eerily quiet flat, worried that the girl had accidentally been left alone by her, at times, slightly irresponsible father.

Of course Harrison thought his best mate was an amazing dad, especially after he just had it dropped on him that he was a single father, but there were occasions where Tom did some pretty questionable and embarrassing things, the stories basically banned from being told within a 10 foot radius of the male.

“Where’s your dad, huh?” He gently pinched her cheek, making her giggle adorably and bury her face in his chest. He heard the quiet mumble, even if it was muffled by the material of his shirt.

“Working.”

Harrison rolled his eyes. “Is Uncle Harry home?”

She shook her head, looking over his shoulder at the pretty girl standing there awkwardly. Scarlett waved her little hand, flashing her a smile.

“Uncle Tuwaine?” He asked. She shook her head once again, finally receiving her wave back from the pretty woman. Harrison thought for a minute, deciding that he’d have to interrupt whatever Tom was doing to discuss this.

“You just take a seat, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promised the girl. He carried Scarlett into her dad’s bedroom, a swift knock on the door making Tom’s head shoot up. Thankfully, it didn’t look like Harrison was interrupting a class or anything, meaning that Tom had no way to deny him time to talk.

“Can we talk?” he asked, motioning to the toddler in his arms. Tom nodded, pressing a few keys before halting his movements at his computer as he gave his best friend his full attention.

“Go ahead.”

“I was kind of counting on you not to be teaching today,” he stated. “So, I brought a girl over and now-”

Tom interrupted. “Now you don’t want to watch Scarlett.”

Harrison felt bad. It’s not like it was her fault, Tom was simply just a workaholic who never knew when to stop and that oftentimes meant he had to get his friends or his family to babysit. There were many times where Harrison had wanted to physically hit some sense into Tom so he’d spend more time with his daughter.

Ever since he began working at home it’s gotten even worse for the poor girl. She can see Tom, but she can’t see Tom and sometimes all the girl wants is a cuddle from her dad. There’s been a lot more temper tantrums due to her not being able to get any love from her dad when she wants it.

“Look I’m sorry, but I’ve been watching her everyday this week,” he complained. Scarlett didn’t know where to look, watching them both as they conversed.

Tom didn’t know what to do. He knew he’d only get distracted if he let her stay with him, but he didn’t want to put any more responsibility on Harrison, cause it wasn’t like Lettie was his kid.

Safe to say he was torn.

“Y/N should be here soon, can’t you just watch her until then?” he begged. Tom knew it probably wasn’t Harrison that was the problem, it was his lady friend. His best friend would look after the tiny angel in a heartbeat. She clearly came over to get some private time with the man and he could tell she wasn’t exactly thrilled when she learned she’d have to babysit for a few hours.

“Fine, fine, but don’t expect us to be playing dolls with her or anything.”

Tom grinned widely, placing a sloppy kiss on his daughter’s cheek, playfully hitting Harrison’s arm. The girl giggled, tucking her head in her uncle's neck.

“You’re a lifesaver man,” he said. “I have a class soon but if i’m done early then I’ll take her off your hands.”

The younger male nodded, looking at the child in his arms with a small smile, the same as the one Tom had while watching his little creation simply exist; he was utterly in love with her.

“Are you ready to go and spend time with your uncle Haz, Lettie?”

She cheered, nodding her head rapidly. Tom looked at his best friend with a ‘see’ kind of look and the blonde simply rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go.”

»»——⍟——««

“Okay so, you just need to write that out. I’ll give you around twenty minutes and then we’ll move on. Is that okay?” He received a few nods from some of his different students, flashing them a smile as he checked the clock so he knew when to tell them to stop typing.

“Do any of you mind if I just nip out to grab a drink?” He once again received a few nods from more or less the same people as last time. He smiled, excusing himself and heading out of his bedroom to the kitchen.

On his way he walked past the living room, scoffing at the sight in front of him. Scarlett was falling asleep on the chair while the tv played some disney film she’d seen a hundred times, one that Tom knew she didn’t really like all too much.

But there on the couch was Harrison and the girl engaged in what looked like an intense liplock. Tom had a right to be angry, but he didn’t know if now was the time to say anything. The blonde was more or less already annoyed with his friend and he didn’t need to give him any more reason why he should be.

He cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the three in the room. His bub just looked up at him through her long lashes, rubbing her eyes tiredly. While Harrison and the mystery girl just stared at him.

“Really? While Scarlett’s in the room too.” Harrison didn’t try and defend himself, but the look on the girl sitting next to him’s face, told him everything he needed to know. The sleepy girl in the armchair didn’t even know what was going on, having just seen the angry look on her dad’s face and the sheepish one on her uncles.

“Come on, angel.” He carefully picked her up, her head tucking into his neck while he held her on his hip. She shifted in his arms, whining tiredly at all the sudden movement.

“Daddy.” Tom kissed her cheek, his feet taking him to the kitchen to get what he originally came for. He opened the fridge with his free hand, grabbing a water bottle for himself and placing it on the counter, before grabbing the juice he’d put in there earlier for Scarlett.

“Bub?” he asked. She slowly lifted her head, looking up at her dad with her large brown eyes, the same ones that resembled his. “Can you hold your juice for me?”

She held the sippy cup in both of her tiny hands, letting her dad carry her back to his room. He sighed when he closed the door, realising he’d have to have her with him during the rest of his class. He sat back down and it turned a few heads, the teens furrowing their eyebrows at the sudden sight of a young child in their professor’s camera view.

He placed the water bottle and juice on his desk, adjusting Scarlett on his knee so she was more comfortable.

“Is it okay if my daughter sits in for a bit everyone?” There was a chorus of agreement, some students cooing over the little girl sitting on their professors knee. Scarlett grew shy, tucking her head into her dad’s chest so they all couldn’t see her blushing face.

Tom smiled, hand coming up to hold her head to his chest. He mindlessly played with her curls while he explained how to get started or gave a bit of influence on what to put to some of them that were struggling.

Scarlett was beginning to get fidgety, her hands clutching at her dad’s shirt. Tom knew these were all signs of when she got sleepy, wanting to take a nap.

“You tired bub?” She nodded her head, tiredly rubbing her eyes with her fists. Tom kissed her head, grabbing a loose hairband from off his desk to tie her curls back.

Some of the girls in the class swooned when Tom started to brush the girls hair back with his fingers, tying it into a loose ponytail at the back of her head.

“Take a nap, s’okay.” She nodded, asking her dad to grab her teddy bear for her, the one she always seemed unable to fall asleep without. It was sitting on the end of Tom’s bed, the man easily reaching over the desk to grab it for her.

She happily clutched it to her chest, snuggling further into her dad’s warm chest. He placed a quick kiss on her hair as he watched her eyes flutter shut, a small smile lingering on his lips.

“Ten more minutes everyone.” His hand was still resting against Scarlett’s head, his thumb rubbing the area of her temple gently. People had begun finishing, starting to ask Tom the most random questions about Lettie and more specifically why they’d never met her before. “She’ll have to join us more often then.” He placed a quick kiss on her head before announcing he was going to end the lesson early, let his students go do whatever they wanted for the rest of their afternoon.

“Have fun, goodbye all.” With a wave and a few clicks of his mouse, the call had ended. Tom sighed, watching as people began handing in the essays they’d just been working on, the ones that Tom needed to grade and give improvements on before Friday, today was only Tuesday.

Tom’s phone suddenly pinged with a text notification, making him startle for a second, the man reaching over to grab it to see your contact name lighting up his screen.

Chinese for dinner? Can pick it up later on my way back x

Yes please, you’re a delight love x

He smiled as he set his phone back down, planning on finishing marking the rest of his class’ work before he finished for the day. Now you and Tom didn’t actually live together, yet, but you often stayed over to help with anything, including the toddler you adored.

Scarlett was still pleasantly sleeping in her dad’s lap, for how much longer he didn’t know, but her breathing was steady and even, as she dreamed about whatever three year old’s dreamt about.

She eventually shifted a little while later, letting out an adorable tired sound from the back of her throat as she stretched with a sleepy yawn.

“Hi dove, did you sleep okay?” He brushed some stray hair out of her face, letting her take a minute to wake herself up. She eventually nodded her head, letting out a little sassy huff as she looked up at her dad.

“I don’t like uncle Haz’s friend,” she complained, jutting out her bottom lip into the cutest little sad face. He had to refrain from giggling at her, hiding his smile by faking a pout, but his eyes held so much amusement. “Why not?”

“I wanted to watch Tangled a-and she made us watch chicken little,” she ranted.

She was clearly getting worked up over this, more than she needed to anyway, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of the movie that had given her nightmares before. Tom fully knew how much she hated that film, he was the one who’d had to hold her when she cried, and he was slightly frustrated that Harrison hadn’t said anything against watching it.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around her small frame, giving her a big squeeze. “I’m sorry, bub, she does sound like a meanie.”

That made her giggle, making Tom’s heart flutter.

He glanced between the ungraded work on his computer screen and the small girl in his arms, deciding that making her happy was more important than marking someone’s work early, he had days before it had to be done anyway.

Scarlett clung to him like a koala when Tom abruptly stood up from his desk chair, “Where are we going?” She asked.

“You’re going to sit here,” He said, emphasising his words by placing her down on his bed. “While daddy gets changed, and then we can watch Tangled together.”

She squealed excitedly, finding it hard to sit still as Tom grabbed some clothes and headed to his bathroom to change.

A few minutes later he was done, heading back into his room to find his angel bouncing in anticipation as she very incorrectly sang the words to her favourite Tangled song.

“Woah, is that Rapunzel singing?” he teased, poking one of her chubby cheeks as she giggled.

Tom set the movie up with a very impatient three year old beside him, constantly rushing him telling him to hurry up.

He seated himself against the pillows after he’d pressed play and let her get comfortable against his chest, making sure she had her Pascal teddy in her arms ready to watch; something she had to do every single time they watched the movie.

Scarlett had sang to every single song that had played so far, even coaxing Tom into singing a few with her when she decided he must be flynn.

Near her favourite scene, which was obviously the boat scene, Tom’s bedroom door was opened and Harry waltzed in with a greeting.

He stood there for a few minutes just watching the movie with them, the same movie he’d seen a countless amount of times and he probably wouldn’t admit it but he did actually love it.

He found it a little strange that they were watching it in Tom’s room, when normally they’d have it at a high volume in the living room for everyone to hear, even the neighbours.

“Why are you in here?” he asked, pointing to the smaller tv than what was in the living room. Tom sighed, trying to whisper so he wouldn’t bother the angel watching the film, because there’s no doubt she would have some kind of sassy remark to shut him up.

“Harrison was with a girl, she terrorised the munchkin with chicken little.”

Harry found that sentence quite amusing, and to be fair to him the girl was scared of a cartoon chicken, letting out a loud laugh that had Scarlett aggressively shushing him. He apologised sheepishly, biting his lip to contain his smile at the bossy child.

“Well if my favourite girl isn’t going to love me, I guess I’ll go then,” he pouted, making grabby hands at her to try and get a hug.

She looked between the film and her uncle Harry like it was the hardest decision in the world, solved by Tom simply pressing pause.

“Thank you, daddy.”

She ran across the bed until she was standing in front of Harry, throwing herself into his arms so he had to catch her. He chuckled, holding her tightly and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“How are you, munchkin?”

She buried her head in his neck. “ ‘m good.”

With a teasing growl Harry pried the girl off of him and dropped her on the bed, listening to the way she giggled loudly, her cheeks hurting from how wide she was grinning at her uncle. Harry would of course argue her favourite uncle, but Sam, Paddy, Tuwaine and Harrison would all have something to say to that.

“Will you watch Rapunzel with us?” she asked. Harry could never say no to those big doe eyes, nodding his head with a small sigh.

“Only if I get to sing Flynn’s parts,” he bargained. Tom scoffed, turning his head towards his younger brother with evil eyes.

“Deal,” Scarlett whispered.

“But I thought I was Flynn?” Tom pouted, pulling his bub into his lap with puppy dog eyes to try and guilt trip her. She rolled her eyes, catching Tom slightly off guard for a second. She giggled at him, poking his cheek like he always did to her.

“He’s not really daddy, don’t be selfish.” Harry snorted, covering it up with a cough when Tom sent a glare in his direction.

“Yeah, don’t be selfish Tom.”

»»——⍟——««

“I’m here and I have food,” you announced, carrying the bag in your left hand while you carried your phone and keys in the other. Harrison was the first one in the kitchen. You thought he was taking the bag from you so you didn’t have to struggle carrying it, but it turns out it was only to start rummaging through the food.

He laid out the different containers on the counter, grabbing his and popping them open like he was a starving man.

“Hello to you too.” He flashed you a smile, eating something from inside one of the boxes before he pressed a friendly kiss to your cheek as his greeting. He scattered away back to his room almost as quickly as he came out of it, taking his food with him with a quick thank you.

A grin grew on your lips as you watched your boyfriend enter the kitchen, unlike Harrison, heading straight to greet you, his lips puckered already.

“Missed you.” He pecked your lips softly, your lips lingering for a little bit longer than they normally would and that pretty much told him all he needed to know.

He pulled back from the kiss, lifting his hand to rest on your cheek, slowly stroking just under your eye where he could clearly see how tired you looked. They fluttered shut with a sigh, allowing yourself to embrace the feeling of Tom’s gentle touch. “You okay?”

You hummed unconvincingly, a frown growing on Tom’s face. His hand slipped into your hair, gently pushing your head forward until your cheek was resting against the soft material of his turtleneck.

“D’you want to talk about it?” He asked, swaying the both of you as you embraced each other. He felt you shake your head, tightening your hold around his torso. The two of you paid no mind to the food for a few minutes as you hugged, deciding that it wasn’t going anywhere.

Only did you pull away when you heard two lots of footsteps heading in your direction. Light ones that were much quicker in their steps, obviously Scarletts, and then heavier ones that were much calmer and slower, probably Harrys. Tom was reluctant to let go of you, kissing your forehead when you were no longer in his arms.

He busied himself with getting everyone’s food dished out onto the correct plates, taking much more time with Scarlett’s than he did anyone else's.

He had to make sure it was on her designated kiddie plate that she always used. The one that was divided into different sections for her different bits of food.

“D’you want some help?” You asked, noting the way Tom was more or less doing everything himself. He shook his head, motioning to the doorway with a grin. You followed his gaze and locked eyes with the three year old who looked completely ecstatic to see you.

“Y/N!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around your legs. You grinned, bending down to her height to wrap your arms around her tiny frame. Her presence was enough to lift your mood, a smile growing on your face as she hugged you back. Tom watched with heart eyes, absolutely adoring the way his daughter loved you so much and vice versa. You stood up back to your full height and lifted her onto your hip, letting her see over the counter that was now decorated with countless items of food for the household.

“I missed you today, love.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Of course,” you kissed her cheek. “You always brighten my day, bubba.”

She hid her head in your neck with blushing cheeks, making your heart flutter with the utmost amount of love. You kept Tom company for a few minutes, just holding Scarlett close to you while she watched you both talk.

She may be only three but she knew her daddy was truly in love, it was obvious with the way he looked at you, even to her.

“Almost done?” you asked him, noting the way he was just finding drinks in the fridge. He nodded his head, flashing you both a quick smile that told you you could go get yourself comfy.

“Why don’t we go pick a movie, Lettie?” She perked up and rapidly nodded her head and you already knew what was going to come out of her mouth before she said it, but Tom interrupted before she could even form the words.

“No, we’ve already watched Tangled today.” You giggled as her bottom lip jutted out, her sad eyes shifting to glare at her dad who playfully glared right back. She eventually gave in under his stare, not wanting to get herself into accidental actual trouble.

“Fine.”

“What about Frozen?” you asked, knowing it was also in her top five disney films, even though she would claim most of them were her favourite while you were watching them. She was almost just as excited about your suggestion as she seemed to be about her own, mainly because you had no issue joining her in singing the songs, because God knows Tom could be a lot more stubborn when it came to Frozen songs than he was with Tangled; He wasn’t particular a big fan of this one.

“You two go ahead, I’ll be in in just a minute,” he said. You nodded, helping her carry her drink while you carried yours in your other hand. Once they were both safely placed on the side where you wouldn’t spill them, you began making aeroplane sounds to get her laughing again, finally sitting her down on the floor next to the spot you were planning to sit in. Her adorable toddler laugh never failed to make you feel all warm and giddy inside.

Tom came in no more than five minutes later, bringing yours and Lettie’s food out first so you could get started on eating while the intro of the movie played. He had to make another trip to the kitchen in order to get his, coming back with his plate and phone in hand.

He could’ve cried when he saw the way you and Lettie were laughing and singing along to one of the first songs. You were making her giggle uncontrollably with the way you were doing the different voices, and Tom wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you with a bigger smile.

After the day he’d suspected you had, he was sure you would be more and glad that you had such a lovely distraction.

He pulled up his phone and started recording the two of you, wanting to keep this moment forever so he could always look back and rewatch it. The song finally ended and so did his recording, luckily neither of you noticing he’d recorded that. He was certain you’d be embarrassed if you knew.

He cheered for your performance, taking a seat at the other side of Lettie on the floor.

“That was quite a show,” he teased, shooting you a wink too.

With flushed cheeks you took a bite of your food, trying to busy yourself with anything so you didn’t have to look at your very amused boyfriend. “Shut up.”

»»——⍟——««

After spending the evening watching countless Disney films, all used to cheer you up and take your mind off of whatever day you had, Tom noticed that both you and Scarlett were beginning to drift off together on the couch.

You had moved from the floor to the couch quite earlier on in your second movie, Hercules to be exact, as you deemed it much more comfortable than the hardwood you were sitting on.

She was now curled up into your side, her head managing to dig itself deeper and deeper into your chest as Mulan played in the background. She wasn’t paying attention to the film anymore, letting her eyes flutter closed as she planned on taking a much needed nap in your arms.

However, by the looks of it you were also planning on taking a nap, your head resting on top of the small girls with heavy eyes. Tom awed inside, taking a quick picture of the two of you, sneakily changing it to his lockscreen.

“I think we need to get you two to bed, huh?” He heard you hum, watching as his much smaller bub began making grabby hands at her dad. He smiled, easily scooping her up like she weighed as much as a feather. He placed a kiss on your forehead, telling you not to fall asleep while he got settled Lettie in bed.

The girl was more or less completely limp as he carried her from the living room to her room, carefully setting her in her bed. He made sure she had the teddies she always slept with, tucking her in tightly to keep her nice and warm.

“Can you read me a story?” she asked, voice so quiet and soft that there was no way he could say no, he was just hoping you’d be able to hold out and stay awake.

“Course, which one?”

He spent the next ten minutes reading through a story he’d probably read to her hundreds of times, but somehow she managed to love it even more each time. His voice was low to try and keep the sleepy energy in the room, not wanting her to get too excited, although she would giggle every time he switched his accent to do another character's voice.

“Daddy?” she whispered, drawing his attention away from the next chapter of the book. He hummed quietly, leaning down and placing a kiss on her head to let her know he was listening.

“Are you in love with Y/N?”

He felt himself grow nervous, a stressed chuckle slipping past his lips before he could stop it. He wasn’t sure what to say, he’d yet to actually tell you he loves you, even though he knew it right from your first date. Admittedly, part of him was scared that if he got that vulnerable with you that you would;t love him back and it’d break his heart, even though the more sensible part of him knew you would never do that to him. He just couldn’t find the right time or his guts to tell you.

“What do you know about love, hm?”

“I know that Flynn loves Rapunzel, and you look at Y/N like she’s your Rapunzel.” Tom’s heart melted. He always heard from his friends and family how whipped he looked for you all the time, even when he didn’t realise he’d been looking at you with heart eyes. Hearing this from his own daughter told him basically all he needed to know: He loved you, and he was going to tell you.

“Goodnight baby.” He pressed a kiss to Scarlett’s head, avoiding her question and switching off her light. He closed the door, leaving it slightly open like he did every night just in case she needed him for anything. Tom headed back to the living room, watching the way you were half asleep, your eyes trained on whatever random show had begun playing on the tv.

“Hey, you ready for bed?”

You hummed tiredly. “Don’t want to get up,” you whined.

He chuckled, adoring how cute you got when you were sleepy, often rambling about things that didn’t even make sense. He made his way over to you, shifting your position so he could slip his hands under you and pick you up. You squealed quietly when you were more or less hoisted into the air, a breathy laugh coming from Tom.

You were gently laid on his bed in the blink of an eye, granted your tired eyes were blinking very slowly. Tom left you for a moment, going who knows where to do who knows what.

“Need to take my makeup off,” you moaned to no one but yourself. Tom seemed to have already thought of that, actually he’d already thought of everything as it seemed. Not only was he carrying your makeup remover but some of his clothes for you to change into after your decision not to earlier on.

“Come here, pretty girl.”

The first swipe of the cotton wool against your cheek had you flinching, your sleepy body not expecting the jolt of cold on your skin. Tom chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips as his form of an apology.

You could feel yourself blushing as he handled your face with such care, soft strokes to your right cheek to remove all the makeup, occasionally meeting your eyes with a small admiring glint in them. The simple act felt so intimate to you and it made your heart grow so much fonder for the curly haired brunette.

“All done.”

You smiled, starting to help him in undressing you to change into his much baggier and comfier clothes. Another wave of exhaustion hit you spontaneously, making you want to just crawl in bed and stay there forever, but here you were just making it more difficult for your boyfriend to slip the shirt over your head.

“No, don’t fall asleep on me yet, angel.” He cooed at you quietly, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb until your eyes fluttered open again. He held up the shirt in his hands.

“We’ll just put this on, yeah? We can forget about the joggers.”

You agreed, assisting him by raising your arms. You were rewarded with a few kisses after he managed to slip the plain shirt on your upper half, bringing a happy grin to your lips as he pulled away from the last kiss. You were over the moon to be slipping under the covers of your boyfriend’s bed, burying your head in his pillow while being engulfed by his calming scent.

He watched you with a smile as you got comfortable, practically purring like a kitten as you finally got comfortable. He slipped the tight, dark turtleneck off from over his head, followed by his dress pants that he put on to feel fancier, despite the fact his class wouldn’t be able to see them.

“Hurry up,” you whined, craving the feel of your boyfriend’s warmth against you. He thankfully didn’t make you wait too much longer, slipping in beside you with a content sigh.

The two of you laid in silence for a while, and although Tom didn’t know whether you’d fallen asleep already or not, he spoke up and asked the question on his mind anyway.

“What happened today?”

You groaned, burying your face deeper into Tom’s chest, trying to avoid the topic altogether. He gave you all the time you needed though, stroking his fingers through your hair while you thought about where to start.

“Everything just went wrong, got yelled at by my boss too,” you explained simply. “Couldn’t wait to come home to you and Lettie.”

He frowned, planting a kiss on your head. He mumbled a quiet apology, apologising of course for the fact you had a bad day.

“I hope we were able to cheer you up.”

You tucked your head into his neck, a dreamy smile making the corner of your lips twitch.

“Of course you did, my two favourite people.”

He thought about your last three words over and over again in his head. Now was the time, it was the perfect time.

“Y/N?” He didn’t get a response this time from you, but he also knew if he didn’t speak up now then he’d probably back out again. “I-I love you, so much.”

From the angle he was laying at he was unable to see the expression that had overtaken your face. Tom, always assuming the worst, guessed that you had heard him but he’d just ruined everything and there was no way he could take that back now.

You could feel his rapid heartbeat in his chest underneath your head, your hand coming up to gently rub the skin with your thumb, hoping to soothe him a little. You placed a kiss beside your thumb onto his chest, lifting your head so you could look him in the eye. “Calm down you goof, I love you too.”

»»——⍟——««

Tom didn’t know what time it was when he heard the noise near his ear. Assuming that it was just a noise he buried his face deeper into the back of your neck, tightening his arm around your body. He heard it again, this time he recognised the voice as belonging to his angel bub. She placed her tiny hands on his arm, trying to roll him over on the bed.

“What’s wrong, dove?”

“Nightmare,” she whispered. Tom frowned, rolling onto his back to scoop her up and let her cuddle into his chest. His other arm was still tucked underneath your head, the male hoping that he hasn’t woken you.

He pressed a kiss to the girl’s head, rubbing his hand across the back of her hair to try and soothe her. He could feel her tiny frame shaking from whatever rattled her in her dream and it broke his heart.

“Lettie,” he whispered. She sniffled quietly, looking up at her dad. As selfish as it sounds, Tom was still extremely sleepy so he didn’t really know what was happening right now, which meant he wasn’t exactly able to talk his bub back to sleep like he normally would. He also didn’t want to accidentally wake you up because you were equally as tired, if not more than him.

“I told Y/N I love her.” She gasped, bolting up to look at her dad to see if he was telling the truth. He grinned, nodding his head. Little did they know that you were currently listening to everything the pair was saying, and your heart was already melting at the reaction coming from Scarlett.

You didn’t know why Tom was telling her this, or why Scarlett seemed so excited about it, but you were curious to know where he was going with this.

“What happened, daddy?” she asked, her big doe eyes watching him closely.

“Let’s just say, she’s definitely my Rapunzel.”

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12 Nights of XXXMAS | Day 1: Breeding

Fit for a Princess

Pro-Hero!Deku x Reader

Summary: Upset at your fiance for not being able to come home on time for Christmas Eve, he makes it up to you with a gift only the likes of you could adorn. But now it’s time to fill your princess duties...

Words: 4.6k

Warnings/Tags: mirror sex, breeding, overstimulation, a dash of dumbification

Notes: uhh this was supposed to be like 2k words but then libido existed. Tagging @butterscotchbaku​ because their dom deku supremacy rhetoric has corrupted into my brain cells.

The view of the wintery outside was marvelous from your window. The snow painted the scenery a shimmering white, the various Christmas decorations adorning neighbor’s homes could place you directly into a wonderland, and the kids giggling and playing as they made snow angels under the street lights created the perfect picture of innocence.

Inside your home wasn’t bad either. The fire cracking at the fireplace sounded tranquil for your auditory senses, the Christmas tree in the living room gave you peaceful nostalgia from your childhood, and the smell of the sugar cookies baking in the oven was comparable to a candle from the most luxurious of department stores.

And yet, you were upset.

Or perhaps anger is the more fitting emotion dwelling over you currently. Your lover and recent fiancé, Midoriya Izuku was currently not treating you like the winter princess you deserved to be treated as. At this moment he was out doing patrols and other related hero work instead of tending to your very important needs.

What was even the point of doing all that work if his so-called ‘love of his life’ was sad, frustrated, and alone? It was easy for you to take the holidays off, granted you weren’t the #1 hero, but even still, your fiancé being in such high stature should make it easier to take days like this off, right? Surely, he was doing this to get back at you for something. After-all, he said he’d definitely be home by 4 p.m., and yet here it is closing in at 8:25 p.m, and you’ve yet to see even a text message from the man.

You even went out to get his specially crafted gift this morning so that he’d have something to look forward to on Christmas. And now you were regretting that.  He didn’t deserve anything special from you after pulling a no-show on his own fiancé on Christmas Eve.

*brrrring!* *brrrring!*

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

The sound of the timer going off alerted you of the cookies being done and temporarily brought you out of your pity session. It also alerted you and Midoriya’s one-year old puppy who was always so excited to hear when it seemed food was ready.

“Calm down, Mighty. You can’t have sugar cookies, remember? They aren’t good for you.”

Quickly wrapping an apron around your waist, you tucked on the oven mitt and carefully placed the cookies from the oven to the kitchen counter.

“Arf! Arf!”

“You are so needy, aren’t you? You look like Izu but you have my personality.” You reached into the cabinet above you to grab the dog treats you stored away. Grabbing two of the biscuits, you bent down to hand them to your puppy. “Here baby, you can have these.”

Satisfied with how happily little Mighty was chopping on the treats, you decided to wait for your own treats to cool before decorating them. Going to sit down on the couch, you grabbed the remote to flick on the television, an attempt at distracting yourself from current frustrations.

A bad decision considering everything broadcasted now seemed to deal with lovers and families coming together for the holidays. The cheery smiles and rosy cheeks on the actors’ faces made you burn with jealousy as you sat fiancé-less in your home.

“Jake! You actually…you actually came back to me for the holidays!”

“Of course, I did Katherine. I wouldn’t miss spending Christmas with you for the world.”

You sucked your teeth at the overly-dramatic displays of affection, deciding to turn off the T.V. all together. Rubbing your fingers along the bridge of your nose, it seemed even Mighty took pity on you, as he jumped on the couch to snuggle his little body into yours. Picking him up and cuddling him into your chest, you fantasized about your fiancé walking through those doors. How he’d pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, peppering kissing along your face and telling you how-

*clink!*

The sound of the door unlocking made your heart jump and Mighty to jump from your arms to run to the door, barking in excitement at who’d soon walk through.

“Heheh~ Hello little Mighty. Did you take care of Y/N while I was gone?”

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

His tail wagged enthusiastically as Midoriya bent down to rub all around his ears. “You did? Such a good boy.” Standing back up, he looked at your figure still sitting on the couch, arms folded and lips formed into a pout. “I’m sorry I’m late, baby. Some things came up on the way home.” Putting down his gear by the door, he walked into the kitchen, immediately in amazement at the cookies you seemed to bake for him. “You made cookies? They smell so good, can we eat them now?”

Standing up, you hastily walked to the kitchen, grabbing away the pan of cookies before Midoriya could grab one. “No. They aren’t for you.” You placed the pan on the farther end on the kitchen counter, further symbolizing your statement.

Midoriya let out a small giggle, finding a bit of amusement in your bratty displays. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you into him before squeezing you into a tight hug from behind. “That’s okay, you look and smell much better than those cookies anyways.” He attempted to kiss you on the cheek, but you moved your head away with a click of the tongue. “Plus, you look so delicious in that apron. I never get to see you look so much like a little housewife.”

You forcefully pulled yourself away from Midoriya’s embrace before placing folded arms once again under your breasts. “Well I’m not a housewife. Or a wife, it seems.”

Finding your comment to hit a bit below the waist, he furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You huffed out a puff of air, standing there briefly before brushing past him out of the kitchen. “Y/N!” Ignoring his calls, you entered the bedroom and Midoriya heard the loud shut of the door.

Deciding to give you time to calm down, Midoriya let you be as he stripped down to hop in the shower. As the hot water beat down his back, he thought about how to best analyze his current dilemma with you. He was no stranger to your more rebellious attitudes, but it seemed today you were actually pissed at him. And he could admit that you had reason to be.

This was the first holiday that the two of you were to spend together since becoming engaged. You even baked cookies for him. Wearing an apron at that. Given the amount of work you had piled up yourself throughout the year, you never really had the time to show such cute displays of love. You were probably even excited to have a couple days to play a cute housewife for him, and to you, he probably ruined that by not being home for half the day.

But you needed to understand as well. That given his position in society he couldn’t just take days off no matter how special the occasion. It didn’t matter how much previous overtime he worked, or how many villains he’d catch. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to be home with you. How badly he wanted to have you curled up in his arms, sitting by the fireplace while munching on cookies very much outside the both of yours’ diet. He wanted that just as much as you did, but what he wanted even more was to be a hero. To be your hero. And it’d take sacrifices from the both of you to continue to be that.

As Midoriya stepped out of the shower, he dried himself off with one of the fancy towels you must have recently decorated the bathroom with for the holidays. Chuckling to himself, he put on a pair of pajama pants and went to retrieve a bag that he left under his gear. As he opened the door to the master bedroom, he was met with your curled up back, the light of the phone screen illuminating your side profile.

“You know…it’s still just Christmas Eve, babe.” Midoriya approached the side of the bed, placing the small gift bag on the dresser. “We still have Christmas to spend with each other.”

Continuing to face away from him, you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. “Christmas Eve has the word ‘Christmas’ in it. So that makes it Christmas. Which means you missed Christmas, Izuku.”

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. You’re a hero yourself, so you know how demanding this life is.”

“I-…I know. I just- I just wore something so special today and it doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Wore?

“Doesn’t matter anymore? There’s still a couple hours of Christmas Eve, Y/N.” His words seemed to fall on deafened ears as you stayed silently scrolling on your phone. Sighing, Midoriya pulled out a long black box from the gift bag and held it in his hand. “So, you don’t want your Christmas present?”

His lips curled into a smile at how your head perked up from the mention of a gift. “I was going to wait until the Christmas that is tomorrow but since you’re so upset, I’ll give it to you tonight.” Despite a stern exterior, Midoriya truly thought you were like a puppy. So whiney and mean until you got the treat you felt like you earned. Well today was training day.

“You got me a gift, Izu?” You straightened up to sit on the edge of the bed, curious eyes falling from his shirtless physique to the long black box in his hand. The velvety material informed you that this was no ordinary gift. “What is it?”

“Something only fit for a princess.” Your lips started to match Midoriya’s curled ones as you jumped up and got closer to him. Your hand started to reach for the box before he held away from your reach.

“I said only fit for a princess.”

“I- I am a princess! C’mon let me see it~!”

“I don’t know, Y/N. You didn’t even share any cookies with me…”

“They’re your cookies! All of them! Lemme see, lemme see!”

Midoriya continued to keep the box from your reach, finding your switching between excitement and pouting to be cute. “You said you wore something special, right? And as beautiful as you look in those pajamas, I’m sure that’s not what you were referring to.”

You fiddled with the first button on your top, your facial expression becoming more flustered. “But…I’ve been wearing it for some hours now. I probably wore out that new feel to it…”

“Good. It probably matches your smell now.”

After hesitating for a brief period, you finally undid the first button, slowly continuing to undress yourself. Midoriya watched with a quiet gaze, still clutching onto the box in hand. After unbuttoning the top, you slipped off your pajama pants before sliding off the top, fully revealing your gift to him.

“Wow…” You were wearing a dark green lingerie, specially made in order to hug you in all the right areas. Midoriya could tell by the side cut-outs on your stomach that it was designed to mimic his hero-costume. The lacy garter and its belt accentuated your waist and thighs even more than they naturally did on their own.

But the perfect icing on the cookie was simply your face. The way that even the dim bedroom light seemed to make your e/c eyes glimmer in illumination. How your pouty lips formed the perfect bow. And best of all, how despite that pout, you still seemed to look innocent to him. Most days you looked more sexy or daring. But tonight, despite such erotic attire, to Midoriya you never looked more cute.

“Do you like it…?”

Midoriya put the box down on the vanity, meeting your reply with rough hands that massaged all around your body. The little whimpers that left your lips as he squeezed softly at your laced breasts sounded like carols in his ears. “You really are a princess,… princess.”

“T-That’s what I said. Can I have my gift now…my green-haired prince?”

Midoriya chuckled as he guided you by the waist to stand directly in front of the vanity’s mirror. He hands continued to roam and squeeze around your body as he looked at your reflection. “My princess can have whatever she wants. Just let me see all of you, baby.”

You slowly took the box in your hand, firstly inspecting the exterior. The velvet felt so soft in your hands, a savory compliment with the rough caresses from your fiancé. Carefully opening it, the shimmering of the contents greeted your eyes as Midoriya’s lips greeted the tenderness of your neck.

It was a headband. But not just any headband. An elegant one; fully decorated in the most precious of diamonds. You even recognized the rare diamond cut as being the same kind as the one adorning your ring finger currently. The shine of its beauty bouncing off the dim lamp’s light brought a tear to your eye.

“I figured since you’re my princess, you deserved the finest of crowns.” Midoriya’s hands slipped down your arms to cradle your hands that were clutching tightly on the velvet box. “Should I crown you?”

You silently nodded, wiping a stray tear that streamed down your cheek. Looking into the mirror, you saw your fiancé once again embellish you with diamonds. The bejeweled headband seated snuggly around your head, you couldn’t help but feel like you were truly wearing a crown. “It’s so beautiful, Izuku…” Your eyes shifted to Midoriya’s, who was looking at your reflection with the merriest of smiles.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder before looking back at you. “Only because you’re wearing it, princess.” His hands slid down to your waist, squeezing at your laced flesh. “I think it’s only right for you to do your princess duties now, Y/N.”

You shifted your head sideways to side-eye your fiancé quizzingly. “What do you mean? What duties?”

Midoriya kissed your neck once more as he slid one hand over your lacy garter, into your panties. He slowly rolled his fingers around your folds, pleased with how you were already a little wet for him. He could thank your materialism for that. “It’s only right for you to make an heir.”

“N-No way…”

“You don’t want children with me, Y/N?”

Midoriya’s question rang through your ear as his fingers slickly circled your clit. “You want children with me?”

You felt a puff of air hit your skin as Midoriya softly chuckled at your question. “Well…It’d be a lie to say I haven’t thought of filling you up with puppies. And tonight-“ Midoriya slipped a finger inside your pussy, curving it to graze right against your g-spot. “You looked so damn cute in that apron. If I were home to see you baking cookies in that, you’d already be plump with my future children.”

Midoriya slipped another finger inside, using the pad of his hand to continue stimulating your throbbed clit. “Izu~!” His other hand slithered up to your breast, squeezing and twisting at your nipple from outside its lacy barrier.

“Look at yourself, princess.” Your eyes that had drifted to the vanity’s surface aligned back at their reflection. The headband atop your head shimmered beautifully through the mirror. “Imagine how stretched out that garter will get when your tummy swells with my kid.”

A sinful moan escaped you, the thought of having Midoriya’s children starting to lustily plague your mind. As he continued playing with your sponge like an instrument, you felt your stomach bulge with an oncoming orgasm. “I-Izuku~ ! Gonna cum!” And right on queue it seemed, Midoriya had quickly slipped his fingers out of you, your whine sounding as beautiful as your crown.

“Not yet, Y/N. I researched that its better to cum closer to when a person’s semen is ejaculating inside the womb. It increases chances of impregnation.”

Catching your breath from your failed orgasm, you bent down so your face hovered over the vanity’s surface. With your back elegantly arched, your ass pressed against the hardness of Midoriya’s cock that stood proudly inside his pajama pants. Reaching your hand behind you, you slipped your fingers under the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side. Your puffy lips looked so soft, and your drenched hole seemed to wait achingly for your fiancé to fill it. “T-Then ejaculate, you nerd~”.  

Licking his lips, Midoriya freed his cock from his pants, giving it a couple jerks as he admired the view of your pussy. Noticing some of your juices were drooling onto the floor, he placed the head of his cock under you, collecting your leaking before rubbing along your folds. He teased you by poking the tip at your clit, relishing in your whine-filled moans that reverberated in his ears. “My princess is so fucking gorgeous.” He slipped the tip in, your entrance now hugging him tightly around the head. “Gonna look even more gorgeous with my child taking up all the room in that tummy.”

As he sunk his cock in, the stinging stretch of it made you impulsively tighten your walls even more around him. “Oh my god- Izuku~!” There was never a time where the thickness of Midoriya’s cock didn’t take you by a slightly painful surprise. When he was half-way in, he paused to check in after your thighs started to quiver. He noticed your lull in breathing as you held your breath in.

“Breathe, baby.” He reached his hand around your thigh to twiddle with your clit. “You need a little help? Don’t worry.” You nodded, succumbing to the onslaught of pleasure brought on by Midoriya’s fingers. “You always struggle to take my cock at first.” The sounds of your moans filled the bedroom as your stretched pussy relaxed around his cock. “But then you end up taking me- “. Feeling you grow slicker with each flick at your clit, Midoriya slowly sunk the entirety of his cock inside you. “-All the way to the hilt.”

His balls softly slapped against your clit and your walls twitched around him. With fingernails scratching against the surface, you looked behind you to meet his lustful green eyes. “You- You’re all the way in?”

He replied with a chuckle before bringing his hand toward your face, squishing your cheeks tenderly between his fingers. “That’s right. Look-“ Guiding your face to look back into the mirror, he started to gently thrust inside you. “Look at how well you’re taking me, baby. My cock fits so snug inside my princess.”

“Ohh shit~ Izuku-!” Midoriya’s increased his pace, his cock seeming to grow even more at how your silky pussy hugged around him. “You’re getting biggerrr~! Feels good!” You started to jerk your hips back to meet his thrusts, now balancing yourself on your forearms that rested on the vanity.

“Are you going to cum? Going to get your womb nice and ready for me?” Midoriya wrapped his scarred hands around the sides of your waist, squishing hard enough for your fat to plunge through his fingers. “Keep looking at your beautiful face in the mirror, Y/N. I want to see and hear you call my name when you cum.”

Midoriya pumped his cock vigilantly inside you while your pussy fluttered pleasingly around him. You looked at yourself in the mirror, in awe at how drunkenly you had become for him. The elegant band that was fit on your head was practically a juxtaposition against your lecherous facial expressions. Your mouth gaped open for delirious moans to pour out, while saliva drooled down your chin onto the vanity. Certainly no proper look for a princess you thought.

As the head of Midoriya’s cock plunged against your spongy sweet spot, your hands gripped at the edge of the vanity, desperate for stability. “Izukuuu…~”

“Go ahead, princess. Please cum for me.”

You tried to keep looking at your reflection but your eyes drifted to the back of your head as the pressure of your orgasm swelled inside your core. “I’m cumming~! Izuku! I’m cumming~!”

The feeling of your pussy convulsing around Midoriya’s cock made him grunt as he reached his own orgasm. His fingernails dug into your flesh, almost breaking skin while his thrusts became more jerky and erratic. “Fuck! Y/N- You feel so good-! Gonna cum inside you-!”

You felt the warm thickness of his cum filling you inside, his cock pulsating with every spurt. He slowly slid in and out of you as he calmed down and his grip around your waist softened. Regaining his breath, he slipped completely out of you, a bit of his cum dripping out as well. He slipped his hands under your chest to stand you up before gently gripping you behind the neck to pull you into a kiss.

The kiss was sloppy and wet as you were too in-the-clouds to pay attention where you moved your tongue. You simply whined as he sucked on the pink muscle, gripping on his bicep to maintain your balance. Midoriya lapped up the drool from your chin before licking at the inside of your mouth again.

Finally separating his lips from yours, he gave a squeeze to your ass before pushing you down on the bed. “Are you ready to be bred, princess?” He cradled his hands under your knees, pushing them up to be positioned by your breasts.

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused at his question. “B-But you just came. You came inside…”

He chuckled as he rubbed the tip of cock along your folds, gathering up the drooly mix of your juices and his seeped cum. “You didn’t think one time would be enough, did you? We have to make sure you get completely filled up, Y/N. Otherwise the chances of you getting pregnant won’t be so high.”

He sunk his cock inside of you again, the new mating-like position making it so his cock aimed directly against your now tender g-spot. The oversensitivity of it make you whine loudly as your hands reactively came up to press against his abs, attempting to slow him down. “Its-! Its too sensitive right now-! Wait a second~”

Midoriya shushed you as he took one of your hands in his, placing it beside your head as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Ssshh…You’re not supposed to be bratty anymore, remember?” His balls pressed against your ass as he filled you once more all the way to the hilt. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix made a high-pitched moan leave your lips. “You took it so well before, so just do it one more time, okay?”

His hips grinded against yours as he took slow and deep thrusts inside your pussy. The feeling would have been sensual if it wasn’t for your current high levels of sensitivity. You could feel the head of his cock glide against each rib of your pussy’s walls before softly poking your cervix. The fingers that were entangled with your fiancé’s tightened with each thrust. “M-My cervix~ Too fucking big~”

Midoriya leaned down to press delicate kisses around your face, admiring how your moans were now sent directly into his ear. “I’ll be careful, okay? I can move how I want as long as I don’t hit it, right?” You nodded, a bit nervous at the foreshadowing question.

Midoriya straightened his torso, his hands finding their place back on your thighs as he put all nearly all his weight on you. Taking his cock almost entirely out of you, he quickly submerged it back inside, making sure to stop before he hit your wall. Although not reaching your cervix, he still made sure to properly grind against your g-spot, making your pussy even soppier than before.

His cock plummeting in and out of your pussy made squelching noises as the creamy mixture of your fluids spurt out on your thighs. Your hands wrapped around his forearms, fingernails scratching against the flesh. Your breathing became harsh pants as your tongue lolled out from between your lips. You feel yourself about to reach another orgasm and the throbbing of Midoriya’s cock told you he was at the same state.

“You-You’re gonna make me cum again~!”

“Me too, Princess. Are you going to take more of my cum?”

Nodding profusely, you focused on the growing bulge inside your stomach. “Y-Yeahh~!!” Bringing your hands up to his muscled shoulders, you looked euphorically into his green eyes. “Kiss me! Please~!”

Without any hesitation, Midoriya leaned down chest-to-chest, sloshing his tongue with yours. Saliva trailed down your cheeks as you mingled your fingers in his curly locks. His cock now hitting you in deeper places, your pleasure would override the kissing at your cervix. As you came around his cock, you felt once again the hot spills of Midoriya’s semen filling your womb. You moaned whinefully into his mouth as he continued to slowly thrust into you. The lubrication of his cum making his strokes slicker.

Ending the kiss, Midoriya wrapped his arms around your back, cupping your body into him as he started to pound into your pussy once more. The pleasurable feeling was too intense, making you barely able to think anymore. “F-Fuughh~!! Ijhuku!!”

“Just one more time, princess. Okay?” His thrusts now shallow and deep, you became lost in delirium as his cock relentlessly plundered into your pussy. “Wow, look- You’re feeling good even when I’m hitting your cervix, aren’t you? Taking me this deep- You’re going to be so full of my kids.”  

“I-Ijhukuz babieess~!!”

“Heh~ If only we were still by the mirror, you could see how you look right now, all drunk from my cum.” He reached his thumb down circle at your clit, making your pussy clench around him in reaction. “Gosh, can you hear how mushy you are, princess? You’re so fucking soft inside. So perfect for me.”

“Guh-Guhmming~!!” Desperate to seek a break from the continuous pounding against your overstimulated sponge, you squirmed your hips around, pushing your hands against Midoriya’s shoulders in attempt to escape his grasp.

“Just hold still, okay? I’m- I’m almost there-“ Grunting behind gritted teeth, he wrapped his powerful arms around your head to further lock you in place.

“Haaahh~! Ijhuuu-!” Your thighs quaked intensively at Midoriya’s more rapid and deep thrusts as he chased his final orgasm. Pitchy and incoherent babbles filled his ears, further gratifying his desires. “Y-Yur cumm~ Sho full-! Sho full of- Ijhukuz cum~! Sho muchh~!”

“Oh fuck, princess. Your pussy and voice- Fuck! So cute-!” Midoriya’s pants became erratic and gaspy as his cock throbbed inside you. With a couple of longer and harsher strokes he finally released the last of his load inside your womb, a bit of it seeping out onto the bed from there not being much room for more.  

Without slipping out of you, Midoriya straightened his back, smiling while he looked at your blissed-out face. He maneuvered your leg to the other side of his hip so that you’d be rested on your side. Laying down with his chest against your back, his hands caressed the area below your stomach, admiring how plump it became with his cum.

“I can’t wait to see how you beautiful you look in the next few months…” Peering at your side profile, he noticed you were deep in slumber. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, he gave a couple of gentle strokes, as if verifying that his cum was properly preserved inside you. Satisfied, he cradled his arm under your head, continuing to stroke your stomach lovingly as he closed his eyes.

“But we’ll have fun until then won’t we, princess?”

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[parkers-gal]

yay! okay so I was thinking, what I'd the reader and Tom had a fight, could be over anything, but the reader was pregnant and a few years after, they bump into each other and they get back together. Sorry if it doesn't make sense.

this has been sitting in my inbox for a fat couple of months… sorry 😭

wc: 1.7k ! <3

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“No, because you’re selfish and you can’t handle the fact that my life doesn’t revolve around you and your needs.” Tom spits out the words angrily, viciously, voice harsh and crisp.

You’re both frustrated beyond belief, and the bubble that had been overblown had finally popped, splattering your relationship and all the joyful aspects of it. Right now, you felt as if all that was left was the toxicity of two unbearable people who happened to love each other. You knew, deep down, that you loved each other enough to get through this, but with every passing moment, with every exchanged word, you realized at least one of you wouldn’t survive the damage.

“No, Tom. You’re selfish. You’re conceited and you only care about being a goddamn movie star. What happened to the family man, huh? What happened to staying tied down with me and your brothers?”

“Nothing happened to him! I’m still that person. I am a family guy.”

“Not to me, you aren't.”

“Well you’re not family!” He seethes through his teeth, anger radiating off of his short-tempered demeanor. You don’t even know how to react, so you spend the time soaking in the situation and how you should respond instead of actually doing it.

“You’re a fucking jackass. I asked when I could spend time with you and now you don’t even consider me as part of the family.”

“No,” He’s clear and concise even through the anger. “You asked when I’m going to stop living my life.”

“I said no such thing.”

“You didn’t have to! We both know that’s what you meant.”

“You’re not even on the same page as me anymore,” You scoff, arms crossing. “Seems like all this time in Hollywood made you forget that you’re not always the main character.”

“Fuck that, Y/N! Fuck! That!”

“No, Tom. Fuck. You.” You over-express your emotions, and after two more minutes of unbearable silence and screaming, he’s leaving your apartment just as fast as he arrived. You’re in shock, fingers shaking while you clear your throat, which is frayed and sore from all the yelling.

You sit back, elbows on your knees while your hands smoothen out your forehead. Tear after tear escapes your sobbing body, and eventually, you fall asleep on the couch.

In the weeks to come, you’ve realized the blow-out of a breakup could’ve been handled so much differently, but Tom hasn’t seemed to cool down at all — he’s petty enough to unfollow you on all social media, and you figure it’s time to let the hatred be mutual. You don’t touch your imessages, however, letting the love in those texts linger for a little longer.

Before you know it, you’re throwing up into the toilet boil, coughing violently at the action and spitting the bitter taste as best you can. You clean up, and when you check your phone, a small notification from your period tracker app alerts you that this is the second period in a row that has gone by without a hello.

Worried, you call Aisha, your closest friend and confidant. She’s over in no time, bringing along her girlfriend while you rant on the phone about your worries. They stop at the drugstore on the way.

The cause of your problems is discovered that day, and you collapse on the bathroom floor in agony, hands wiping at your face — through all the anger and fear and worry, you still love Tom. So much that Aisha even attempts to call Tom. But, alas, it’s sent straight to voicemail, and you realize he might’ve gone to extreme extents in blocking everyone.

You’re stuck going to the ultrasound with two lesbians and a frail old cat. Aisha is as supportive as ever, but as the doctor explains the process of each option, you feel sicker and sicker about the idea of getting rid of the fetus. In the end, you choose to keep the child you’re bearing, even if your ex-lover isn’t even in the picture.

Inevitably, the months pass, and as baby Charlie is brought into the wonderful world, you realize life as a single mother isn’t as scary as you thought it would be. In the first few months of your pregnancy, you’d kept tabs on what film Tom was doing and which was coming out next, but after the hormones and cravings, you’d decided to let the past sizzle and fade out in the way it was meant to all along.

It’s been almost three years since that fateful breakup, and Charlie is just reaching two and a half years old. You’re still single, and you’re okay with that. Charlie is all you need, all you’ve ever wanted, and the most important thing in your life. He’s young, and school is still a couple years away, but you enjoy having the toddler by your side, walking hand in hand with you because you’re his guardian, his provider, his only parent. You make him your only priority, because you don’t want him to grow up without anyone to love, or anyone to love him.

It’s hard, though. It’s hard because he’s a constant reminder of what didn’t happen, a constant reminder of what went wrong and of what you no longer have. You miss Tom more than words can express, and Charlie’s mop of brown curls reminds you of all the moments you’d run your fingers through Tom’s hair. You reminisce more than you’d like to, about Tom and your past, and though Charlie is technically half of the Brit, he’s one hundred percent yours. Because you’re the only one here, and that’s alright.

“Mummy,” Charlie tugs on your shirt’s hem while you move the shopping cart forward through the aisle. “Can we get the goldfish with superheroes?”

You jutt your lip out in a smile, nodding happily. “Of course we can, bub.”

As you step forward, you pit stop in the aisle, nearly tripping on the cart. You make direct eye contact with the man you used to love with your entire heart. The man who walked out with your heart and never gave it back. He’s staring right back at you, curls looking as fluffy as ever, face still a soft glow. Your breath hitches, and it’s then that you realize Charlie is still talking.

“Mummy?” He asks, and it’s just loud enough for Tom to hear. Harry, who’s beside Tom with an arm full of crackers and chips. Tom moves forward a few steps, hastily in an attempt to get more information.

“Uh, hi,” His smile is tight lipped as he stands at the other end of your shopping cart. Charlie shies away from strangers, standing behind your leg and holding your shirt with his grubby hands.

“Hi,” you return his awkward, reserved demeanor.

“Mummy who’s this?”

“‘Mummy?’” Tom has a follow up question for everything, and you internally panic, unsure on how to approach this.

You’d spent so long deciding how you should tell Tom that he was a dad. You spent hours debating on if you should pick up the phone or drive over just to tell him a truth you’ve kept inside for so long. You’ve abandoned social media, only sharing aspects of your life you can afford to post. Charlie is only occasionally on your page, but it’s not like Tom would see that, not after all that’s happened.

Your mouth opens and closes while you debate on how to reply. You’re physically incapable of saying your response, and it makes you even more nervous. You’re nervous on how he might react, what he’ll say, but most importantly, if he’ll stay.

“Is this…?

“My kid…” You fill in. “I- I mean our… our kid.” You pull your bottom lip between your rows of teeth, and you watch as Tom’s face undergoes thousands of expressions all at once. He’s surprised, shocked, happy, afraid, uncertain. You want the world to swallow you whole, suck you up so you don’t have to go through any of this again. But you don’t. Instead, you hold Charlie’s hand a little tighter.

“Our kid?” He drops a can of soup and you flinch at the loud noise.

“Mummy, who’s that?”

“That’s…” You don’t know how to answer his question. Instead, you lean down to his level, comfortingly and gently. “He’s a man.”

“Who’s that man?”

“He’s… your daddy.”

“I thought… no daddy?”

You purse your lips and furrow your brows. Tom’s watching the entire encounter from his place, but after a few beats, he steps forward, entering your bubble. Charlie doesn’t cower away this time, but looks up in curiosity.

“Hi, Charlie,” Tom extends his hand, adjusting his jeans so he can lean down just as you are, kneeling beside the young boy.

You look down, avoiding your worries and Tom’s gaze. He’s tearing up, and you want to cry too. You’re in a fucking supermarket, for god’s sake. This wasn’t how you envisioned any of this planning out, and though you’re mentally kicking yourself for letting it happen this way, you can’t help but feel like maybe this was meant to be. Written in the stars or whatever the folks say — you’re just grateful Charlie has at least a sliver of hope for two parents. Not that you can’t handle it, because you can, but you know someone like Tom wouldn’t want to miss something as important as this.

“I’m To- I’m…” He swallows thickly, making brief eye contact with you before looking back at Charlie. “I’m your dad.”

“Do you love my mummy?” He’s not shameless, but he’s still that shy little boy. “My friend says daddy’s love mommy’s so you must love mine, right?”

Tom lets a tear fall while he exhales a chuckle. He swipes the drop with the tips of his fingers, and the hand gripping Charlie’s squeezes it a little tighter. A glance in your direction is all it takes for him to answer Charlie’s question. “Yeah, buddy. I do.”

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Do you think you could write a piece about Harry and y/n having sex but she’s like really short and Harry is like throwing her around and just manhandling her and fucking destroying her guts but also make kinda fluffy pls😔👉👈

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Anonymous Said: Hi I’ve discovered this blog recently and can I please just take a moment to say Wow... you’re writing is amazing and your ideas and concepts are brilliant. I’m not sure if your taking requests or concepts but here’s an idea. SNL pilot Harry like with the grey hair and all coming home to his wife who misses him dearly after awhile followed by you know what. And if you could include size kink (I really liked that concept)

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s so late guys! Since I’ve been writing for a year now, I figured that I’d give an ‘Au’ a try. When I got this request, I was completely floored. Like holy shit, sexy ass older pilot!Harry, and small!Y/n. All of this is perfection and I love this so much! Enjoy🙃

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Harry loved his job. He considered himself to be pretty lucky to have the ability to travel the world and see places he’d only dreamt of growing up. Even though he wasn’t in those places for an extended amount of time, simply being there was more than enough for Harry and it made him want to go back and explore. If he was lucky, he’d have multiple flights to the same place or longer layover in these But what Harry loved most about his job was the fact that he got to do it all with the love of his life. 

When you two first met, Harry’d been a pilot for some years and you were just hired for your job as a flight attendant. You knew that it wasn’t the most glamorous profession int the world, but you wanted to dip your toes into the pool of world travel, and this was the route you were taking to start. Before your first flight you’d asked around about the pilots for your flight and you were met with the same response each time. Everyone said that Harry was one of the nicest people in the world and was pretty good looking too, but his copilot was the person you were advised to try your best to avoid. Luckily, you only had to interact with Harry. Both you and Harry hated to say it and be all cliché, but from the moment you two laid eyes on and interacted with each other you both were hooked. Even though the both of you could’ve really used the entirety of your breaks to get some sleep, you and Harry couldn’t stop talking to each other. From that point on, the two of you became inseparable. During layovers that were more than just a couple hours and Harry had some spare time outside of his duties as pilot, the two of you would spend time together. You two were so caught up in each other and being together that you’d swap flights and breaks with the other flight attendants so that you and Harry could be together. And Harry did the same. He’d always put in a word with the people who made the schedules to ensure that he was flying the flights you were on or he’d try to get you on his flights. 

After constantly being on flights together and even running into each other during your times off, you and Harry were pretty convinced that you two should give a relationship a try. Even though there was a significant risk involved with starting a relationship with someone who was pretty much your boss and/or employee, you and Harry were willing to take that risk. And you two never looked back. In fact, disclosing you guys’ relationship made things way easier for you and Harry; you two were almost always on the same flights together. Now, you two are happily married and traveling the world together about 99% of the time. You both absolutely hated when the 1% times came around. You two became so used to being on the same flights that when you weren’t, you and Harry were a bit sad and even a little homesick believe it or not. This time unfortunately was Harry’s turn to fly without you. There wasn’t a moment on his trip that Harry didn’t miss you. He was focused on his job but he was still thinking about you. He was constantly wondering about what you were doing at home. When he took his break he just laid there and the cuddles and kisses he’d get if you were there with him. He also missed listening to your passenger horror stories and pushing you to just keep going. And on top of all that, Harry missed all the times you two would try to quietly go at it in the bathroom or crew resting area depending on whether or not you two were the only ones on break. Even though he was able to talk to you during his layover, he was counting the days and eventually hours until he came back home to you. As soon as he landed on the tarmac at the airport, Harry was on a mission to get home. After following all the necessary after flight procedure and filling out all of the necessary paperwork, Harry threw his bag into his car and sped home to you.

Surprisingly, Harry was able to get home and not get a ticket. He quickly pulls into the driveway and carries himself and his bag into the house. When he walks through the front door, Harry could immediately feel your presence. He could feel your warmth radiating through the entire house. All he had to do now as find you. Before checking upstairs, he makes his way around the main level of the house to look for you. As he exits the kitchen and makes his way down the hall, Harry could hear your soft hums getting louder and louder. When he reaches the laundry room, he sees you standing at the folding in the corner. Simply seeing you bought a big smile to his face. He then wastes no time coming over to you and wrapping his arms around your smaller body. 

“Honey I’m home.” Harry happily coos in your ear before pressing a soft kiss below it. When he does this, you turn around in his arms to get a better look at him. 

“Welcome home.” You whisper back to him, lifting yourself up onto your tips of your toes to bring your lips to his. As soon as your lips connect, the both of you release sighs of content. You two were back together. It doesn’t take long for Harry’s arms to tighten around your body and hoist you up onto the table behind you. The kiss lasts a little longer before you pull away from his lips. 

“How was your long haul without me?” You hum, sliding your hands up the lapels of his jacket.

“It was hell.” Harry says pointedly. 

“It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Was thinking about you the whole time.” Harry frowns a little at you to emphasize his point. 

“I missed you too baby.” You coo softly to him. You then reach up and pull the captains hat off of his head, sitting it down next to you before pushing your hands through his greying curls. When you two first met, he had some grey hairs here and there. But now they had taken over just about all of his head; and you were very into it. “Any annoying kids or weird old ladies?” You ask him. 

 “For the kids, I wouldn’t know. I like to stay in the front of the plane or the crew area.” Harry begins truthfully. “But as for the old ladies, they always want to break off a piece of this.” He continues smugly.

“Why would they want you? Do they wanna swap arthritis creams or something?” You joke with a laugh, watching his face fall in the process. 

“I will have you know that I’m considered a silver fox. And you know it.” Harry defends, slightly tilting his head up away from you. When he says this all you could do was pucker your lips and bite the inside of them because what he said was in fact true. You just couldn’t let him know that. “Now what’d you get into while I was gone?” Harry asks curiously with a smirk from his previous victory. 

“Did some stuff around the house and I did a little missing you retail therapy.” You reply happily. 

“So I take it that the credit card bill this month is gonna be a little higher than normal?” Harry asks suspiciously. 

“Just a little.” You whisper trying to undermine your shopping spree. 

“A little?” Harry asks you again, already knowing that you’re undermining how much you actually spent. 

“Mhm.” You mumble, nodding your head sweetly in the process. 

“You’re too cute and pretty for your own good.” Harry chuckles and shakes his head down at you. 

“You love it though.” You hum happily up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I do.” Harry sighs contently. This is what he missed. He missed being in your arms and just loving on you. He loved seeing your smile and feeing your small arms wrap around him. “I actually bought you a couple things.” Harry whispers, tightening his grip around your back. 

“Is it more skimpy lingerie?” You question him, making sure to spread a wide smirk across your face. Instead of readily replying to you, Harry simply unwraps one of his arms from around your back and he brings it up to the front of your dress. Since the front of your dress was loosely wrapped around your body to keep it closed, Harry as able to simply pluck back the top a little to get a good look at your body beneath the fabric. 

“Well I guess this is my cue to stop buying the lingerie, since you’re not even wearing it.” Harry points out, looking down into your dress to find your bare, supple breasts resting on your chest. It took a lot of self control for Harry in that moment to not stick his hand down your dress to take your plushy flesh into his hand.

“Well I thought it was for our sexy times or when I send you pictures while you’re on a trip and on your break or stuck in a hotel room without me.” You explain to him. You even throw in a little pout; you wanted to keep your fancy and very pretty lingerie flow going. “But I am wearing one of the pairs of  panties you picked up in Italy if you wanna see how some of your purchases look on me.” You whisper lowly to him. You then use your arms that are hooked around his neck to pull his head down closer to yours. Harry was already a bit hard from finally being home with you. Now he was getting even harder from your words. 

“Is it bad that I’ve only been home for 20 minuets and I’m already thinking about completely ravishing you?” Harry mumbles against your pillow soft lips. “Just so pretty baby.” Harry grumbles frustratedly before bringing his mouth the rest of the way to yours while pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He couldn’t believe that he, a man who turned 40 a couple months prior, was getting all riled up and turned on the same way he did 20 plus years ago. That was just the age defying effect you had on him. 

“No, not at all.” You begin as you pull away from the short lived yet beyond passionate kiss, slowly bringing your left hand up the back of his neck to his hair. “In fact, every time I see you in your head to toe pilots get up, I’m always fighting the strong urge to fall to my knees and take your cock down my throat.” You bluntly continue, your voice filled with a very nonchalant and teasing tone. 

When this statement left your mouth, Harry was a little bit taken aback. But at the same time he wasn’t. After slowly building up your friendship that in no time blossomed into a more romantic relationship together, Harry was able to slowly show you the ropes so to speak and teach you just about everything you knew when it came to the bedroom and a happy and healthy relationship. When you two progressed to the more intimate stage of your budding relationship, you were pretty inexperienced. You didn’t know your way around the bedroom at all. You we’re still a virgin and you didn’t even know the ins and outs of making out with someone. All you knew was that this smart, extremely kind, absolutely gorgeous, and just overall stunning human being, older man who just so happened to be the pilot on your flight had taken a strong interest in you. And luckily for you, your lack of experience was the least of his concerns. It was like you hit the jackpot with him. Fast forward to now when you two are a married couple, you’ve taken all of the tips and tricks he’s taught over time and you’re running with it. Harry wasn’t the only who had the ability to do things to your body that would make your toes to curl, your entire body to go numb, and cause your mind to deem it all indescribable. You also had the ability to turn Harry into a pleasured, borderline incoherent, and moaning mess; something that most women in his past who were his age or slightly older weren’t even able to do. So it wasn’t a complete surprise that those words came from your mouth.

“Who knew that my pretty little wife had such a filthy mouth.” Harry gasps with a condescending tone.

“Well I’m not a prudish old man like you.” You simply reply. This was the button in Harry that you loved to push. 

“I don’t know where you’re getting that from but I’m far from prudish and I’m definitely not an old man.” Harry says matter of factly. “If I remember it correctly, I made you wear vibrating panties for the entirety of an 18 hour flight.” Harry recalls, making his point against being called prudish. 

“Everyone uses those. Especially older men.” You smugly whisper back, pushing even harder on this button of his. 

Harry knew exactly what you were doing. He knew that you were pushing his button so that he’d unleash everything he had built up over the course of his trip into you. It didn’t take much for him to realize that you wanted him to really make up for not being with you for almost a week. The both of you were itching to feel and be around each other again. After you and Harry made it past the learning and teaching phase of you guys’ sex life, the two of you acquired a constant hunger for one another. When you and Harry had some time off, the sex would be nonstop. Whether it was cockwarming or full on sex where you’re riding his cock or he was slamming himself deep into your pussy, you and Harry were always looking for ways to be around each other like this. And it was exactly the same when you two were on the job. Even though you two didn’t have the freedom to go at it whenever you wanted, you and Harry still found ways to be with each other. For some reason, seeing each other dressed in your uniforms was a bit of a turn on. It didn’t help that the both of you were borderline thrill seekers and loved the rush that came along with trying to be quiet as you both were experiencing some of the best pleasure you’d ever felt.

“Well do all older men pound and shove their cocks into their girlfriends, and now wives tight little cunts over and over again until she’s begging and crying for him to slow down and let them cum? Because if not, I’ve got countless stories about me doing that to you in the cramped bathroom on a flight, in restaurant bathrooms, dressing rooms, upstairs, on the couch, the kitchen counter, right here on this table, and many other places.” Even though you acted confident and enjoyed battling Harry for dominance, you were able to easily fall into a more submissive role. The way he’s calmly able to say the filthiest things made your body quake and your panties become even more soaked than they already were. You were never going to be able to forget about all of those times. How and why would you ever forget the times where he’s hoisted you up against a door or a wall, or pushed you down against the counter, tightly wrapped a hand around your mouth to keep you quiet, and deliciously slammed his cock up into you? If you focused in on those memories, you could remember and almost feel him inside you.

That’s what you wanted right now. You wanted him to pound into you so hard that you’d a sore, moaning mess and you wanted to make up for the time you two weren’t together. This was the first time in a good while that you weren’t scheduled for a flight with Harry and you really missed him. And his cock. So if you had to push one of his buttons to really get what you both wanted, you were going to do it. 

“Well I think you guys can do that,” You begin, pausing to run your hands down from his neck and across the expanse of his broad shoulders. “I just think that you may need a little help if you know what I mean.” You finish. When you say this, Harry knows exactly what you were implying and he wasn’t having any of it. 

“You and this pretty little body of yours is gonna get it.” Harry growls before yanking you up from the table and pulling you into his body. He quietly marches you both up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. When he reaches the foot of the bed, he releases his once tight grip on your body and drops you down onto the bed. He continues to go about everything silently, shoving his jacket off of his shoulders and working on his tie and shirt.

“You look really hot in that uniform just so you know.” You admire from the bed below him. You watch him chuckle at your statement as he shrugs his shirt and undone tie off his body. You were really turned on right now. Like the sight of his bare, toned and tattooed chest and arms was a sight you could stare at forever. Add onto that the fact that he was mad and taking control over you and you were setup to be a complete mess. And your panties could definitely attest to that. You were completely drenched and dying to feel him against and inside you. 

“You don’t have to butter me up baby.” Harry begins as he undoes his shoes. “M’still gonna take care of you and that smart mouth of yours.” Harry guarantees, shoving his shoes and socks off his feet and standing back up to work on his pants. “Gonna make sure you know what I can do to you.” Harry finishes, finally undoing his belt and shoving his pants along with his boxers down his legs. When you see his thick and very hard cock, you couldn’t stop a moan or two from escaping your mouth. “I take it someone needs my cock.” Harry chuckles at your desperation for his cock. He planned on showing you just how much you needed him. He then comes closer to the edge of the bed and in one swift motion, Harry pulls you up from your lying position and flips you onto your front. He masterfully undoes the tie on the back of your dress and he flips you back onto your back. He tugs at the fabric, opening your dress and exposing your partially naked body to him. He takes a moment to admire your body and all he could do is bite his lip. He couldn’t believe that he managed to be away from this for nearly an entire week. 

Harry quickly snaps out of his trance when he feels his cock twitch slightly and he leans down to scoop you up into his arms. When he does this, Harry keeps you low in his grip so that you’d be right against his cock. He keeps one arm securely around your body and pulls your arms from the dress. Once it’s completely off of you, he drops it into the pile of his clothes and drops you back onto the bed. Before crawling up and on top of you, Harry uses your claves to push you a little higher up onto the bed and to flip you back onto your stomach. When he does this, you really know you’re in for it. Whenever you were in this position Harry really made sure to slam into you and make you scream. When he crawls up and is on top of you from behind, he wastes no time in ripping the barely there panties off your body. For the first time in what felt like forever, Harry didn’t snap the delicate undergarment in half. Once they’re out of the way, Harry has complete access to your body.

“Gonna be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?” Harry asks, squeezing the flesh of your ass before raising it up just to crash it back down.

“Mhm.” You whimper, really feeling the sting from the sudden slap.

“Use your words.” Harry demands, raising his hand back up to deliver another slap to your backside. 

“Yes daddy.” You cry out to him, this time feeling not only the sting of his slaps but also feeling of your juices dripping onto the sheets.

“Good girl.” Harry hums at your response. He then straddles your thighs, wanting to keep you in place when he pushes into you. He lifts himself up so that he’s hovering over you, and he grips onto his cock to give himself a good squeeze, resulting in him letting out a loud grumble behind you (that went straight to your clit). He tightly grips onto the flesh of one of your cheeks and he pulls your ass apart to get a better view of you. When he sees your puckered hole, Harry gets a little idea. In the process of lining himself up with your entrance, Harry uses his cock to put a little pressure on your tighter hole. When he does this, words begin to pour out of your mouth. 

“M’too tight daddy.” You rush out to him, trying to stop his actions. Harry knew that you were too tight for him at the moment, but he just liked to work you up a little and hear you beg.

“Don’t worry baby. When were done, daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready for his cock.” He promises, lowering his cock from your second hole down to the first. When you feel his thick head nudging at your entrance, your moans got louder. You needed him to be inside you already. 

“Want your big cock daddy.” You beg. You try to move back against him but he’s practically sitting on your thighs, which is pinning you to the bed. 

“Whats the magic word?” Harry teases.

“Please daddy?” And with that, Harry is finally sinking his cock into you. When you feel his cock stretching you to fit all of him, your mind goes blank. All you could come up with was strings of loud moans and feeling good. You felt full agains which was all you really wanted. As he continues to sheath his cock with your walls, Harry’s hand leaves his shaft and goes right to your other cheek. He pulls your ass completely apart and watches as his cock disappears into you.

“That’s it, take this cock sweetheart.” Harry pants in amazement. He was still in awe at how a small woman like you was able to take every last inch of his manhood. Once he’s fully inside, Harry’s eyes trail up your body to find you resting your cheek against the sheets with your mouth wide open. Thats what he wanted to see. Keeping his hands on your ass, Harry lifts himself up so that he’s hovering over you and goes straight into slamming in and out of your tight and very wet pussy. As he does this, your entire body quakes at the amazing sensation of him fucking you. Feeling him pound into your stomach as he called you his sweet girl and his pretty little wife was beyond extraordinary. You could feel the familiar tight and warm knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach already.

As Harry fucks into you, he’s beyond turned on. The way you’re pinned below him as he shoves his cock deep into you along with you pitifully whimpering, moaning, and crying at how good he felt was really doing things to Harry. He never wanted to be away from you ever again. He wanted to feel you every single day.

After fucking into you from behind for a good while and feeling the tight burning sensation forming in the pit of his stomach as well, Harry figures that he’s going to cum soon and he wants to watch your face twist as he does. He then proceeds to stop thrusting all together and pull out of you, which causes you to grumble, resulting in you receiving a hard “shut up” slap to your ass. He then gets lifts himself off of you and flips tugs you onto your back. He knocks your legs apart and gets in between them before slamming his cock back into you.

“Like this baby. Like it when daddy takes control of this tight little cunt of yours?” He pants, continuing to slam his his cock into you. You were too caught up in how good he was making you feel that you couldn’t even form a worded response. All you could do was thrash your head against the bed in agreement. When he sees this, a very wide smirk rises to his face. This is exactly what he missed and wanted to see. You taking all of his cock while you’re quivering and barely holding on. As he continues, Harry can feel the warmth from the pit of his stomach spreading to his entire body, signifying to him that his release was getting extremely close. Judging by the way your once tight grip on the sheets has gone loose, your pitiful whimpers, and the way you’re tightening up around him you’re feeling the exact same way. To make you cum around his cock, with him following right behind you Harry only has to do two things. First, he brings his palm to your lower stomach and presses it into you; putting pressure on the warm knot that was about to explode and allowing him to feel his cock moving inside you. He then comes down, bringing his mouth to your ear to whisper one thing into your ear. “Not too bad for an old man right?” Harry hums patronizingly into your ear. He wanted you to eat your words. And you were. His words, the pressure from his hand, and his cock causes you to burst at the seams around him. You let out a mixture of gasps and whimpers as you completely let go around Harry’s cock. When he feels your walls contracting around him, Harry lets go as well. He releases every last drop of the sexual frustration he’d been carrying around all week; and it felt so good. He loved painting your walls with his cum.

Once the both of you are done and it’s safe to pull out, Harry’s slowly pulls his sopping wet cock from your cunt and collapses onto the bed next to you. 

“Harry, I can’t feel my legs.” You whimper after a couple minuets of silence. 

“M’surprised you’re not used to it by now.” Harry hums smugly. Once he says this, a temporary lull fell over you two. You and Harry were very anxious to go at it again, but you two were holding off to see who would initiate round two. 

“Did you take something before you came in the house?” You whisper over to him, deciding that you needed to be the one to initiate round two.

“Do I need to come over there and shove my cock down that pretty throat of yours for you to get the point?” Harry chuckles at your persistence. 

“Only if you want to.” You whisper sweetly. 

“Oh I want to, and don’t you doubt that.” Harry says matter of factly. 

“Well can we cuddle first? Haven’t cuddled since the night before you left.”

“Anything you want.” Harry coos before moving closer to your limp body. 

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Cockwarming Don Reid with his men in the next room

Warning : Cockwarming, mob boss! Spencer, Mean dom!spencer, mention of killing, degrading name calling, filthy.. so fucking filthy, exhibitionism, literally almost fucking in front of people, mention of sub space, d/s theme obviously, and yeah.. 18+ please.

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“Princess, come here.” Spencer pat his lap with a burning gaze directed to the cute little thing sat ontop of his office couch like a queen. Work days usually means no playing around, for Y/N it’s one of those days where she’d usually spend at her apartment doing her tasks or paint something for the young don.

But on rare occasions such this, where all the workload of responsibilities upon responsibilities piled on his shoulder, he’d bring her in, he’d tell her to sit all pretty, and continue to study unless daddy calls and that’s exactly she has been doing for hours now, sketching the wooden figurine on his shelf with her legs up the table and her back rests against the couch. She looks prettier than usual he thought, not that his butterfly never look anything less than amazing but she just radiates that softness, that gentle and tender touch which he often depraved himself of— being in the mob especially as the leader, he has to be on the rough rugged edge all the time, he cannot be tender and soft but he can certainly have you as his own personal reminder that not all things in life is as bad as what he has seen.

Y/N, the darling butterfly happily obliged as she stood up after placing her sketchbook down the table and make her way to where he sits on the large chair— colored burgundy red. The soft knitted knee high socks that clad her feet anxiously drags her to the edge of his desk with her fingers fumbling on the hem of her flower dress, no matter where and when, or how and why— he always intimidates her in ways that seemed to flutter her insides with pure wanton yet desirable lust, all for him.

Encased in a black suit, he sat up straight as he holds her hips before placing her down atop his lap with her back against his front, his perfect little princess. “Dressed so prettily for daddy. Haven’t seen this one before pet, did you buy them just to impress me hm?” if it were any other man, talking to you like you owe them you would flip their asses off and beat them to pulp— but when he says it, demands it, caress your soul with it— you couldn’t refuse nor deny.. not that you would ever want to anyway because yes, yes you did buy them to impress him, to make him as weak as she is for him.

She nodded shyly with a small “yes daddy” before squirming gently ontop of his lap whilst Spencer caress her inner thigh— calloused rough fingers brushing up and down her god glowing skin, intensifying all the tension that builds inside of her. Her skin prickled with heat as he inches his sinful fingertips up up up creeping upon her clothed dripping wet cunt, causing her to mewl lowly in frustration, grinding her ass back against his growing crotch.

“Daddy has so many things today pet, so many fucking things to keep you happy, to buy dresses like this one.” He whispered onto your ear, his lips pressing against your temple with his curls gazes against your heating cheek as you nod and shut your eyes tight— feeling his knuckles graze right against your clothed aching swollen clit, making you buck up your hips as he laughs behind you, chest rumbling with triumph.

“Jesus petal, haven’t done anything and you’re soaking my pants already? are you always this needy? fucking hell.” He shook his head as he keep on laughing condescendingly, whilst you writhed and squirm on his lap, your face nudging against his neck. “Please d-daddy..” Oh how he loves your mewls, your sweet sweet moans just sent all the blood from his head rushing down toward his cock— making him all dizzy and dying to feel your clutching heat.

“Shh you want Morgan to hear you, is that it? want my men to hear your filthy moans, bunny?” His words sent tingles up your spine, through your bloodstream as his fingers skillfully tear your panties apart, with you gasping— eyes as glassy as ever and mind absolutely mush with tension and pleasure. “Daddy asked you a question.” He growled, before slapping your bare wet soaking cunt few times which you respond with loud cries and squirm on his lap.

“Sorry daddy! f— please i... oh mmh!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you feel his thumb grazing innocently to your little nub of pleasure numbing nerves, flicking his thumb up and down it focusing on the rhythm as he might as well play you like his favorite instrument. “All needy and you can’t even get a proper word out, such a mindless baby.” He scoffed before slapping right on your clit multiple times.

“Ah! Ah oh! daddy!” You screamed, having no care in the world if his men heard— you knew in the back of your mind that they heard and that alone sends a new surge of adrenaline throughout your body, leaving you pliant and in need for daddy— daddy’s cock, fingers, anything just anything. “Here’s what you’re going to do, pup. You’re going to keep daddy’s cock warm whilst i do my job, if you behave like a good little girl then i’ll let you cum, but if you decided to think with your cunt and move i swear to god i’ll edge you six fuckin ways to sunday, you hear me?” You felt him fumbling with his zipper as he took his cock out, with you whining— babbling ‘yes yes yes daddy’ against his skin, eyes all droopy and fucked with your neatly applied mascara drip down your cheeks.

“Up you go pet, slide daddy in.” You shakily stand, bunching the hem of your dress on your hips before you straddled his thigh and looks down to get ahold the base of his well endowed cock— pulsing with need and heat. “Fuck, go on.” He urged you as he grab ahold of your hips before you lined him up with your sopping wet entrance and sink down slowly— down his massive throbbing length that has you moaning, panting.

“You can do better than that slut”

Smack!

“N-no! daddy please help! please i— ungh you’re too big!” You shook your head as you tried and tried to take him, all of him but everytime you sink another inch— your body felt like it’s been penetrated into a whole new level as if it hadn’t this morning or the night before, “Fucking helpless baby, look at you, pathetic and needy.” He growled before thrusting up inside you at once, forcing his thick length to slip fully inside your pumping dripping heat causing you both to moan out.

“Oh! oh mmh daddy.. shit..” You felt him deep, deep deep inside you, the tip of him grazing against your spot oh so deliciously, whilst you pant and convulse against him, clutching his cock like a vice. “Perfect little cunt, such a perfect doll for me.”

—

You’re convinced that if god was real, at this moment god must hate you for existing, must hate you so much that the universe sent you this adonis of a man to torture and blur the line of sanity and lunacy for you, torment your pleasure in mockery and sarcasm of how he stayed calm with you perched on his godly lap, panting like a puppy in heat as his thick length penetrated your insides as if it belongs there— forcing every bit of your self control over the teetering edge. You’re loosing your mind, that you’re sure of.

It has been no longer than 30 minutes but your toes have curled and uncurled themselves for eternity, your walls grew slicker and slicker each time he ‘shift’ accidentally, as you mewl and bit the skin on his neck, by the last minute of the long 30– you were trembling in order to resist yourself not to move, for the last bit of your working mind still recognized how severe the punishment would be if you were to move, the don is not one to fuck around with— oops.

Just as he stretches his hand, the knock of the door sent you into a spiraling mess, looking up to Spencer with wide eyes— all glassy and doe as you shook your head, “Daddy, d-daddy n-no..” Shivers runs deep and thrumming lively on your bloodstream as you saw his devilish handsome smirk.

“Be good and quiet, pup.” He whispers

“N-no! no daddy please! i—“

“Come in.” The sound of his voice and door cracking open has you shutting your eyes as tight as you could, face buried on the crook of his neck as he grips onto your thigh. You took a peek at the tall standing figure on the middle of his office, recognizing so clearly that it’s in fact Hotch not only that Emily and Morgan were also present, fuck— you’re fucked as you clenched hard causing the don to hiss and slap your thigh.

“What did i tell you about behaving hm? are you going to behave or should i let them deliver your punishment for you little one?” He growled in your ear, making you let out a pitiful whimper, trying as best as you could to resist the need to look at your patrons and to stay still. “No please, i’ll behave.” you muttered meekly, panting at the raging burning release that has been coiling inside your body.

“No please what? you know better, minx.” He shook his head before grasping your neck with his palm as he take a look at your messy figure. “No daddy p-please..” you bat your eyelash at him as he went in to kiss your lips with a small ‘good girl’ before getting back to his business.

“What is it?” He muttered coldly, one hand on the whiskey glass that he took a sip off every once in awhile and the other secured tightly around your lower tummy— you knew what he’s doing, the game is clear, you knew he likes to feel how you can feel him inside of you, pressing against your sweet spot and your slick canal tried so hard not to clench at the thought.

“The shipment hasn’t arrived yet to midtown, it supposed to days ago but we just heard from Garcia that the Kingsley’s hadn’t even reached out to her in weeks.” Although confident, you could tell there’s a hint of fear and worrisome latched behind Hotch’s voice, one does not fuck with your dom, one does not absolutely delay the shipment of his drugs— no no those cannot do.

“Have you traced it back to them?” The voice that rumbled against your back was eerily calm and deeper, resisting every urge inside his body to lash out— you know that very well. His fingers tighten and tighten its hold onto the glass which you could clearly see his knuckles turning white, you just hope that the poor glass won’t break.

“Yes don, Walker and Alvez went to their base and it was empty, looks like they left in a hurry.” You could feel it before you even see it, heard it, the way his blood pumps just even faster before a lound cracking of the wood sent fear and adrenaline through everyone’s bloodstream, “I don’t fucking care how many, and who’re you going to kill, but i want that fucking shipment arrived to midtown by dawn or i’ll pluck their own eyes myself.” His voice somehow rise and fell deeper at the same time, rumbling deep inside his chest which send shivers on everyone’s spine as they nod with a small uniformed ‘yes don’ before heading out hurrily— no one questions him, no one dared to speak against him, even if they know they’ll have the bloods of people (though bad) on their hands by nightfall.

His threat lives like a venom that stuck on their throat as they pursued their mission— one don does not get his hand dirty let alone going round plucking some low life mob’s eyes— or the end result could be.. would be catastrophic. These Kingsleys have one hell of a problem heading their way.

and you.. you have one hell of a raging frustratingly mad Mob boss in your hand.

—

Y/N’s head couldn’t even process the whole thing before she screamed in absolute pain when he pulled out harshly and bent her over his desk, knocking his whiskey glass onto the floor, clattering with no care in a world. Your mind begs for you to soothe him, soothe his anger yet your cunt aches and throbs with the need to let him use you— take the anger out to you, and ruin you for eternity. You’re his, and you’re ready.

“Stay fucking still.” Spencer slapped your ass harshly, causing you to jump in the position, your legs curled up for a moment as he gripped your hair tightly and grasp your neck with his unoccupied hand, “You’re going to stay still and be a good cocksleeve for me, i’m going to use you like you’re my toy and i won’t stop unless you say your safeword, got it?” His breath fans over your heated skin as you shake and tremble, your mind fuzzy with needs and mush of pleasure— blurring your absolute senses and submitting yourself fully to the mercy of his hand— his cock.

“Use your words, dumb little slut.” He hissed, choking your neck even tighter, with much force and you cried out, “Yes! yes sir, use me, i.. i’m yours..” just as you muttered out, your walls involuntary clenching at the intrusion of his cock plunging deep deep deep inside of you in one go, making you scream out in absolute pleasure and pain.

Spencer might’ve seen red— but when he delves deep inside of your tight heat, he saw the absolute heaven on earth as he begins to thrust in and out of your cunt in a brutal space, knocking his desk toppers off, and making you mewls and screams.

“Fucking tight little cunt— mine huh? isn’t it fucking mine pup?” He slammed into you over and over again as his balls hit your clit in an antagonizing pleasure whilst you writhe below him, forcing your eyes to stay open with all the power in your body looses control. “Its— mmmh ngh fuck! it’s y-yours sir! yes yes yes!” Your moans filled the entire building but neither of you care as Spencer drove his cock home everytime he sinks inside your tight pussy.

“Being such a good whore, letting me use you as my personal fucktoy, just to let my anger out.” He laughs maniacally, pistoning his hips as you clench your walls tightly to elevate the pleasure for you both, causing the room to tremble as you moan and cries out loud, “ungh yes! yes yes your whore daddy— mmh fuck me!” You could feel all the drool drips down your lips as he fucked you stupid atop of his desk but neither of you care nor have the patience to even pay attention because in his mind— the messier the better.

“Won’t be able to walk for days, pet. Fucking cunt going to drool for me everytime you see all the marks i fucking left on you.” He growled, bringing his palm over your ass before giving it a smack over and over again as your body lunges forward trying to get away with how all the friction is causing you to went into over sensitivity. But being the mean dom that he is, Spencer laughs as he pulled you back towards him by your hips. “Where are you going, bunny?”

“Please p-please let me cum, sir... ah!” You arched your back perfectly when the tip of his finger move down down down to where your swollen sensitive clit was, rubbing quickly in a fast pace just to send you over the edge, testing you, daring the orgasm out of you. “Wanna cum petal? hm wanna make a mess on daddy’s cock?” He whispered, one hand continues to rub your clit as the other focuses on holding you against him whilst his hips drives up deep— so deep that the tip grazes against your cervix.

“mmhh ah uh uh uh!” Your eyes lolled back trying to find a cohorent sentence— anything you can say to him but no matter what you’re trying to say was rendered to sinful moans and cries instead as you were right on the brink, “You can do better than that, c’mon bunny, beg daddy to cum.” he stills for a second, pressing in deep as he slaps your cheeks not once but twice— bringing fresh tears flows from your eyes.

“I.. ungh please daddy please! let me cum! been so good for you, please— want you to fill me up too.. fill your baby up, daddy!” Your high pitched voice rang an alarm through the circuit of his lust and anger laced mind, you’re slipping into your space and you’re slipping fast with your eyes just glazes absolutely flying through the realm of pleasure sensitivity.

“Good girl butterfly, such a good fucking girl, wanna cum? c’mon cum..” He whispered, before thrusting his hips in and out slowly, feeling the bliss of your overly wet and tight cunt engulfing him— milking him to cum inside, “Cum for daddy, princess, that’s it.. ohh... that’s it baby, good girl.” You cried out silently as you cum hard around his cock, muscles clenching so tightly that you sent him to release himself inside of you, thick ropes of cum paints your inside as you both moan and tremble.

“My good girl, shh thats it— best cunt ever.. that’s it, so so good for me.” He whispered softly, backing down to where his chair was pushed aside, bringing you with him before sitting down. You groaned out a loud scratchy, “daddy..” As you feel his cock shifted deeper inside of you, your eyes closed as he holds you and calms you down.

“Shh shh princess, just stay here like this. such a good girl, gonna keep me warm while i wait for them aren’t you?”

Although your cunt practically ache and scream for you to not say yes, your love and lust filled mind fogged with utter desire— just nods whining an agreeable mumble— just for him.

This will be a long long day and even a longer night.