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[megahorous]

Milk Can: Misadventures in Baby-Sitting

[gadgetini]

who up beating the sludge

[ghostieeeee]

what is dfk?

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I'm honestly losing my sanity rn 😮‍💨😮‍💨 just ignore me talking to myself

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Nobody Important

Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> When you first meet Logan you tell him you’re nobody important. But it soon becomes clear you are a lot more important than you say. 

Disclaimer: Contains descriptions of nightmares, couple of swear words, being drugged (nothing bad, just some chamomile tea). Mostly fluff moments with a hint of angst. I watched X-Men and wanted to write something for him. Reader has powers though they're not specified fully. Not Proof Read.

When Charles told Logan someone was going to pick him up from the airport, the last person he expected was, well, you. 

Compared to the pristine and fancy cars that were held at the school garage, you pulled up in a beat up old station wagon that looked like it had seen more than a couple of scratches in its time. And you weren’t dressed…like the rest of them. 

Rather than in some kind of pant-suit combo, you were wearing a long sleeve t-shirt, jeans, boots and a heavy brown leather overcoat. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” You began immediately as you stepped out onto the curb and rushed towards him. “I was at the back of the forest collecting some berries and lost track of time. Shall we get going?”

Logan looked you over. You seemed a lot more…energetic than he was. 

“Who are you?”

“Professor X sent me. To collect you. You are Logan, aren’t you?”

“That depends. Who are you?”

“Your ride to the school, unless you plan on walking for two hours in the freezing cold.”

Logan grunted and threw his bag into the backseat. You still hadn’t answered his question but the licence plate of your car matched that of the one Charles had told him to look out for. 

However, fifteen minutes into the drive, Logan asked once more. “Who are you?”

You smiled and looked at him for a moment before moving your gaze back to the road ahead. “Nobody important.”

“Okay, fine. What are you?”

You smiled again. “Nothing you need to be concerned about.”

“Alright, listen bub-”

“Logan, whatever information about me you think you’re gonna have me tell you; it’s not gonna happen. I work with Charles and that’s all you need to know.”

Logan furrowed his brows. “So you’re a telepath? Like him?”

“You don’t need to concern yourself with what or even who I am. But,” you reached down and pulled a file from the driver's side door before turning it over on the steering wheel and handed it over to him. “You should concern yourself about this.”

Logan took it, a little confused, and opened it up. 

“He wants you to know what you’re walking into when we get back.”

After that, the rest of the drive was silent save for one question from Logan, only to have you reply with; 

“All the answers you’re looking for are either in there or are with the Professor.”

He didn’t bother asking you another question after that. Not that you would have answered it anyway. 

Once you finally did pull up to the school, it seemed you were beside him one minute and went the next into some unknown corner of the school because he didn’t see you after that. 

But he still had questions. 

Unanswered questions. 

Like who the hell were you? 

A week later, he still didn’t have his answers. But he did run into you again. 

In the kitchens. 

The entire place was a lot messier than the communal kitchen. It looked like some mix between a witches cottage and a mess hall in a school cafeteria. But it didn't smell as bad. 

Instead it smelt of cinnamon, oranges, rosemary and cookies. 

And somehow

It was relaxing to him. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Logan looked up to find you standing at the other end of the kitchen, a bowl under one arm and a spoon in the other. Flour was dusted across your face and your hands were splotched with food colouring stains. Which matched the batch of rainbow coloured cookies behind you. 

“Err, no. I was just-”

“Here, sit. I’ll make you some tea.”

“I don’t really drink..tea.” 

Logan was still taking in the room. Every time he looked back to a spot, he found a new detail to it. Extra herbs, or ingredients, or even flowers. 

You smiled, placing down the bowl and spoon before moving across the kitchen to the simmering pot on the stove. 

“Here, try this.”

“Oh, I, uh-”

“Just drink it.” You sighed a little, with a light smile. Nobody would have to meet Logan to know he wasn’t a tea drinker. But he was also polite enough to accept a drink. 

And he did. 

“Is this where you work?”

You nodded, going back to the fresh batch of cookies you needed to start scooping out. 

“Do you usually work this late past midnight?”

You chuckled a little to yourself. “Sometimes. Mostly it’s because I think of a new recipe and want to try it out when no-one's gonna disturb me.”

“Am I disturbing you?”

“No. Plus, I heard you coming down the stairs. Figured it wouldn’t be long before you found another night owl.”

Logan grunted with a soft chuckle. “I don’t think it’s intentional being a night owl.”

You shrugged. “We all have our reasons.”

Logan nodded and took another gulp of his tea. If he thought he felt relaxed when he walked into the kitchen, he didn’t have a word for what he was feeling after the tea. 

“Hey, what’s in this tea?”

“Not much. Chamomile mostly.”

Logan nodded. But then something shifted. He was getting drowsy. Not relaxed. Not sleepy. Drowsy. 

“Hey, what did you put in this?”

Logan went to stand and repeat his question, but he was out like a light before he could finish. 

Logan, for the first time…ever, woke up slowly. From the light that came flooding in through his window, to slowly turning over and feeling the bones in his body crack just right to allow his joints to feel at ease, to not thinking a thing as his brain slowly turned back into gear. 

Then he jerked up. 

With a grunt, he looked around him. 

He was in his room. 

The last thing he could remember was your tea and the kitchen. 

Flinging the covers from him, he tore his way out of his room and down the hallways until he finally reached his destination. 

The Professor’s office. 

Walking inside, he found the situation entirely too calm. 

“Ah, good morning Logan. Glad to see you’re finally awake.”

“What the hell happened?” 

“You fell asleep. Y/n helped put you to bed before you collapsed on her kitchen floor.”

Logan turned at that moment to find you sat on the sofa by the window inside the office. 

“You.” Logan practically snarled. “You did something. What did you do?”

Logan approached you but where anyone else would have flinched, you didn’t. In fact, all you did was sit back further and smile up at him. 

“She didn’t do anything, Logan. You needed to sleep.”

Logan turned and looked at the Professor. “Don’t mean I have to be drugged.”

Then you stood. “It was just a little tea, Logan. The more exhausted you are, the faster and harder it works. But now you look more rested. Your skin looks less like you’ve been thrown into a washing machine for a couple spins.”

“Are you always this blunt?”

You smiled. “It’s part of my charm.”

“Ain’t nothing charming about this conversation, doll.”

“Really? Because I’m finding this thrilling.”

Professor X smiled. “Okay, that’s enough, you two.”

“She started it!”

You just smiled again. “You’re welcome. If you ever need more tea, you know where to find me.”

With a pat to his arm, you walked past him and said your goodbyes to the professor before heading for the door. 

“Don’t worry about it, you can keep your tea.”

“Have to admit, though. I did help.”

Internally, reluctantly, he did have to. Because despite everything, it was one of the best nights of sleep he’d ever had. 

Another week rolled by and despite Logan doing everything he could to avoid the woman that he still considered had drugged him to sleep, he seemed to see more of you. 

Turns out, you taught cooking and baking classes to the students so they could at least make themselves a decent meal every once in a while instead of quick ramen noodles. And you also taught outdoor survival skills which Xavier had Logan help sub in with. 

But this also meant, much to his chagrin, Logan was actually starting to like you. 

Rather than wanting to storm off in the other direction, he wasn’t annoyed by your presence in the room anymore and you definitely had a way with teaching a group of rowdy teenagers who would rather do anything other than learn normal “camp” things. 

It was actually entertaining watching you teach your students. And even he learnt a thing or two.

Another week passed and Logan found himself back in your kitchen, sitting at the kitchen island, watching you as you lent one palm on the counter top, a pencil between your teeth and two pens behind one of your ears. 

“Want some tea?” You asked him after a few minutes of content silence. 

“Are you going to drug me again?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s store bought, Logan. I just added a couple extra things.”

“Really, like what?”

Sighing, with a slight smirk, you turned around and pulled the box of tea from the cabinet before throwing it at Logan from over your shoulder. “Read it. It tells you what to add.”

“They actually sell this stuff?”

You turned back to your messy notebook with a smile. “It helps when your grandmother worked in the tea business for forty years. All the tricks of the trade, passed down through generations.”

Logan watched you work- no, dance around the kitchen. You didn’t even have to look at what you were doing and before he knew it, there was another tea in front of him, in a glass mug with hand-painted roasting logs on it. 

Logan looked at it for a moment and then you spoke up, without looking in his direction. “Being a night owl means different hobbies can be created. Glass painting was one of them.”

Logan shrugged with a nod before drinking his tea. The effects weren’t as quick or as “violent” as the first time. Instead, it was calming, then relaxing, then just plain and simple tiredness. 

“Go to bed, Logan. Before you crash into my floor again.”

“How did you get me to bed the last time? I’m not exactly all flesh and blood.”

You shrugged. “I’m stronger than I might look to you. But, go to bed, Logan.”

“Will you?”

“Will I do what?”

“Go to bed, too?”

You turned and faced him. “Soon. I want to finish this up first.”

“What are you even doing?”

“New recipe. I shouldn’t be long. Look, I promise. Twenty minutes, I’ll be in my bed, fast asleep.”

Logan raised his brow for a moment but then stood. If he waited any longer, he might actually crash onto the floor again. 

“Okay, fine.”

And you stuck to your word. Logan heard your footsteps coming up the stairs less than ten minutes later and after that…he didn’t remember much other than just complete calmness and sleep. 

The next couple of nights followed the same pattern. And even if he still wasn’t a tea drinker, Logan was growing a (small) taste for it. 

Until one night he walked in and found you stood in the corner, changing your t-shirt. 

You already wore a cami top underneath most of your t-shirts anyway – especially in the kitchen, but your first one had gotten too messy. So you were safe when changing. Except, you hadn’t expected Logan to walk in when he did. 

He paused for a minute by the door, a little apprehensive to make himself known but also trying to do so, so it wouldn’t seem like he was just watching you change your top t-shirt. But at the same time, he didn’t want you to know he was standing there because he could finally look at you. 

More so, when he saw your shoulder. 

From your left shoulder spread and faded over the top and to your right, a mark similar to a burn. The skin was scarred, yet healed over. A forgotten memory. The strap of your top cut through the larger scar that ran directly across the middle of the scarred skin, almost in a wave. Parts were redder than others but you didn’t seem to be in pain as you pulled the t-shirt over the top of your head and down your body, covering it back up. 

Logan coughed as he entered and you turned around, greeting him as you did every night. 

“New recipe?”

You nodded, looking at the messy t-shirt in your hand. “Yeah, it didn't go over too well with the mixer.”

“Better luck next time.”

And then you both just…talked. 

You were slowly telling him a little more about yourself each night, even if you didn’t know it yet. 

“I just remember being thrown into the wall and waking up like an hour later, completely covered in green brownie batter.”

You both laughed as you told him the story, but then he asked. 

“Is that where the scar is from? On your back?”

It was almost as if you had forgotten about it, having to take a moment to realise what he was talking about.

“Oh, that. No, that…that’s nothing important.”

Logan knew to drop his line of questioning. If you said it was nothing important, then there was no way of getting you to talk about it. 

Until the day he found you napping on the sofa. 

Everyone was outside for the day considering it was winter break and fresh snow had finally fallen on the ground. Except, you had opted to stay inside, and fell asleep on one of the central sofas in one of the quieter communal areas. 

The large windows let a lot of natural light flood in, and the fire that was crackling away in the fireplace was enough to heat the room, especially when the door was closed. 

And it wasn’t long before the quiet hum of the fire and odd crackle of the wood, mixed with the heat and your lack of sleep, overtook you and you fell asleep. You didn’t even wake when your book dropped from your hand and onto the floor. 

“Hey, Y/n, they’re all-”

Logan stopped in his tracks when he saw you. 

Fast asleep. 

He was careful to remain quiet as he walked over to you, cutting between you and the coffee table to pick up your fallen book and place it safely onto the table, where he sat on the edge and took a minute to just…memorise you. 

Since he met you, you had done nothing but be moving. All the time. From the crack of dawn to nightfall, you were constantly going and running and teaching and baking and doing and…hell, for all he knew, you could be something other than mutant or human – even those two needed sleep at some point. 

Hell, even he needed sleep. 

But you were just constantly forever going. 

Lay on your left side, your elbow tucked under your head, you were lightly snoring. Logan brushed the stray hairs that had fallen in front of your face, away, his hand rested on your cheek for a moment, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone for a second. 

You were fast asleep. 

Your worn Beatles band-tee was twisted slightly around your middle, whilst the waist of your jeans had twisted in the opposite direction a little, leaving a small gap that showed Logan the redness from the indent marks of where you had been lay, probably, on your other hip for a while. 

Logan thought about covering you up, and leaving you where you were, for a moment. But he also knew you could be like him when it came to sleep. And it was best to get it when you could. So, rather than chance the kids coming back in and waking you up, he made a decision. 

You flinched a little in your sleep as he spoke to you and lifted you from the sofa. It wasn’t long before he found your room and laid you into bed before covering you up. 

Once more, he brushed the hair from your eyes as you turned onto your side again. 

He looked around for a moment before finding what he was looking for. 

A heavy blanket. 

He lay it over the top of your bedcovers and you, before moving across the room to light the fireplace. 

Only, as he did so and placed the fireguard in front, you whimpered. 

He turned around but you were still. 

Then you whimpered again. 

“No,” you whispered. 

Logan moved over to you quickly and quietly as he could. You fell silent again. 

He let out a small breath and covered you up a little more before leaning down. He didn’t know why, but he pressed a small kiss to your temple before walking away. 

Except you reached out for his hand. 

Logan looked down at his hand that was connected with yours, then to you. You were still asleep. 

But it didn’t look like it was a good dream. 

You were shaking. Your entire body seemed to be paralysed with fear, all the while you were mumbling words Logan just couldn’t quite make out. 

Then the glass of water by your bed started shaking. Then the table it was on. Then your bed. Then the floor. Whatever was happening to you was spreading throughout your room. 

A picture that had been hanging on the wall outside, fell to the floor. 

Quickly turning back to you, Logan took hold of your shoulder. He kept calling your name but it was like you couldn’t hear him. 

“Please…please don’t hurt them. Please.” You screamed and then grunted in pain. Whatever was happening in your nightmare, you were being hurt. Badly. 

“Hey, Y/N! Hey, you’re okay! You’re safe! You’re in New York. You’re at school! It’s not real, Y/N. None of it is real.”

Your head shifted. You were searching. 

“I’m right here. None of it is real. You need to wake up.”

“L…Logan?” 

The violent shaking in your room slowed for a moment.

He was shocked. Maybe…

“Just follow my voice. It’s just a nightmare. I can’t get into your head and bring you out. Just…follow my voice.”

The shaking around your room gradually slowed, but you still were. Then your eyes opened. 

And glowed. 

They were still your eyes just…brighter. 

“Logan?!”

He had stopped speaking. You were panicking. 

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m right here.” Logan took hold of your hand and held it tighter. “You’re safe.”

The shaking slowed and your eyes closed again. 

Then everything stopped. 

Everything went silent. 

Logan looked at the glass of water beside your bed. It was like it had never moved. 

Then you gasped and shot up from your bed. You kicked your legs and brought your hands behind you to push yourself up and the covers from you. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, Y/n. Hey,” 

You were gasping for breath, dizzy from your nightmare. 

“Hey, it’s me. Whoa. Hey, look at me. It’s Logan.”

He took you by your shoulders then your face. 

“It’s Logan.”

You finally calmed a little, and he watched your eyes search his entire face until you finally recognised him. 

“Logan,” you breathed. 

“Yeah…”

Your shoulders relaxed and you leaned closer to him, wrapping your arms around him. His hand held the back of your head and his other round your back, pressing you further into him. He could still feel your body trembling. 

“What happened?”

“You had a nightmare.” Logan told you. “The room started shaking and I tried waking you up.”

You took a couple of breaths before moving back and pushed the hair from your face and curled your legs up closer to your chest. 

Logan, sat beside them, placed one of his hands on your knee and the other in your right hand. 

“What happened?”

You shook your head. “Nothing-”

“The entire room started shaking and your eyes glowed. That’s not ‘nothing important’, Y/n.”

You swallowed and nodded your head before dropping your gaze and shifting until you were sat up, crossed-legged. 

Logan remained where he was, sat on the edge of your bed. 

“Before I worked as a teacher and cook here, I was one of them.” The last four words came out slowly, almost like you had to convince yourself you were saying them out loud. “I was an X-Man. I was a part of the team.”

“So what happened?”

“The usual. A mission gone wrong.”

“And that’s what the nightmares…”

You nodded. “It was the mission that made me retire. They needed me to do a job, and I couldn’t do it. There were kids, mutants, being held captive. Some rich dick thought he could duplicate mutants. As the team went it, I was meant to be holding ground outside, helping them find their way through. Only, I didn’t shut off my power. We knew they had someone who could detect me if I didn’t. I got so focused on trying to find the kids, trying to make sure the team got to them that the team almost…”

You paused for a minute. You hadn’t told anyone this story. Ever. 

Logan took your hand. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

You let Logan’s touch soak into your skin. A memory you’d never forget yet never truly remember why you never would forget. 

“They almost died, Logan.” You looked at him and he could see the tears behind your eyes, threatening to come forward and fall again. “Everyone almost died, because I didn’t shut it down. You asked about the scar, the one on my back?”

Logan nodded. He didn’t like where this was going. 

“It’s from that day. One of their scientists had set off some kind of power..thing. Sent me flying blocks away from where I was supposed to be. I crash landed into some old wooden panelling which knocked me down. But once I got up…their Superhuman had found me.”

“Was he the one that-”

You nodded, remembering it as if it was yesterday. “I was thrown, this time on my front. I tried to get up but then all I felt was pure fire. He was burning me. Giving me a reminder of why ‘someone like me, born with the powers of gods’ shouldn’t have them when I was clearly so ��weak’. By the time he stopped, I realised where he was going. And by the time I got up, everything just…blew up.”

“Y/n, everyone’s safe. You’re all here. Don’t you teach some of those kids?”

You nodded. “Doesn’t mean I don’t forget that feeling. One of the kids had been watching the guards, tracking their materials to find a way out. If they hadn't done that…they wouldn’t have gotten out, Logan. And they almost didn’t. All because I couldn’t fight. I can’t be the reason why I lose my family and the people I love.”

The tears came forward now, streaming down your face at an unstoppable speed. 

“I just can’t.”

Logan shook his head, pushing himself closer to you to hold you. And you let him. Leaning into him, you felt his arms grow tighter around your body. There was a small security in his arms, one that you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“None of that was your fault.” Logan told you. “I know you and I know this team. You would never intentionally hurt people. And forgetting to turn your powers off? We’ve all made mistakes in moments like that. Sometimes you get so focused on one person, you tend to lose all sense of self. But none of that was your fault. They got out. They’re all here. They’re all alive. And rich dick is spending his life as dust in the fucking wind.”

“Believe me, I’ll be the first to tell you changing your feelings on something won’t stop the nightmares.” Logan continued. “But you need to find a way to let it go. Don’t let them control you. Not when you won. Not when you’re here, with everyone, able to drug me with some store bought tea.”

You laughed a little at that, wiping your tears away before Logan did the same thing, brushing his thumb underneath your eye and across your cheek. Logan smiled a little. Others might have called it a muscle flex, but knowing Logan; it was a small, brief smile. 

“Don’t let them win.”

You nodded, your head still in his hands. 

“Logan? Will you…Can you stay?”

It seemed to take Logan a second to find his answer. What you couldn’t see was that most of that time, he was trying to figure out why his answer came as fast as it did for him. 

“You don’t-”

“I can stay.”

You looked up at him and nodded with a slight smile. 

Moments later, Logan had kicked his shoes off and was lying beside you in bed. 

“Logan?”

“Yeah?”

You took his hand that lay between you both and turned your head to look at him. 

“Thank you for staying.”

It was his turn to turn his head and when he did, he felt something. The same feeling he’d been getting since the day you gave him his first cup of tea. 

Logan just nodded before lifting his arm. “Come here.”

You moved closer to him as he lifted the covers a little so you could do so. Then he dropped his arm around your back, his palm flush against its centre before it slid a little lower to hold you by your waist. 

As your head settled close to his chest, he dropped his head a little, leaning his jaw against the top of your head and as he felt you relax and close your eyes, he did the same thing. 

The moment your breathing became even, and he knew you were asleep, Logan settled back down and held you just a little tighter against him as he closed his eyes and joined you in a dreamless sleep. 

Hours passed and Charles hadn’t seen either you or Logan in hours. But when he spotted a picture frame that had fallen onto the floor, just outside of your room, he sped as quickly as he could down the hall, but paused when he saw the door open and a sight he didn’t think he’d get to witness for at least a few more months. 

From the hallway, Charles peered in to find the snow falling heavily outside of your window. The children and other teachers were still outside playing. The fire had died down a little, but even he could feel the heat from the room. 

And in the middle of the left hand wall through the door, was your bed. 

Where yourself and Logan slept soundly, almost as one. With your face and hand on his chest, and his arm around your waist, whilst his other hand held onto your arm in a soft grip, keeping your hand on him. 

Xavier could practically feel the serenity oozing from the pair of you. He knew Logan was troubled and that you yourself hadn’t felt safe or content in a long time. 

And he would never have to tell Logan of the change you brought to him, or the one he brought to you. The change that helped you feel safe again, content again. Happy again. Without the added feeling that something was about to go off kilter. 

Because Logan already knew. 

And so did you. 

And for Logan, no matter how many times you would tell him you were “nobody important”, you would always be important to him. 

[daisyblog]

Watermelon Sugar

Our Story Masterlist Summary: How Watermelon Sugar was made.

warning: smut, oral (female receiving), swearing

Very highly requested.

“So Styles…what are we working on today? Do you want to keep working on Treat People?”. Kid asked as he span around on his chair to face everyone, readjusting his hat as he did.

Harry gently licked his bottom lip as he thought about his options. “I’ve kinda got these lyrics that I can’t stop humming…I wanna work on them…see if they go anywhere, but if anyone feels uncomfortable then just say and we’ll scrap the whole thing!”.

“Shit it’s getting fucking deep in here today!”. Tyler joked, earning a snigger from Kid and a small grin from Mitch.

“What are you talking about man, every song is fucking deep”. Kid couldn’t bite his tongue. Harry only flipped him off with a sarcastic smile.

This is what Harry liked about the team, they could joke around, not taking anything to serious. But at the same time, they’d all shared many of the deepest conversations.

“Have you got like a melody or anything H?”. Mitch quietly asked as he prepared to play.

Harry shook his head as he pulled his lips into his mouth. “Nah just go with it and see what happens”.

“Tastes like strawberries…on a summer evenin'…and it sounds just like a song”. Harry acoustically sang, trying to find the right notes and melody.

“What’s with you and fruit, man?”. Mitch asked the question everyone was dying to know. “Plus what the fuck sounds like a song?”.

Harry ran his finger under his nose, a nervous habit he had. “Nothing…it’s nothing…just open for interpretation”.

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Anne didn’t need an excuse to host a summer garden party, so the moment the sun came out she invited all her close family and friends over for food, drinks and a good time.

Harry and YN had been finding it difficult to leave each others sides, whether that was Harry’s arm reaching around her waist to sit on her hip, an arm over her shoulder or sharing a quick peck when they thought nobody was looking.

So when YN was in the kitchen, reaching across the spectacular spread Anne had put on to place a few strawberries on her plate, she felt two hands slide around her middle and a face nuzzle into her neck.

“I’ve missed you”. Harry placed small kisses up her neck, YN trying not to let her body respond as she took a bite of a strawberry, placing the green on the plate.

“I haven’t been anywhere”. YN giggled as she swallowed the fruit, placing the plate down so she could turn in his arms.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers gently played with his loose curls. Harry met her lips with his, the sweet taste of strawberry lingered between them.

“Let’s go upstairs”. Harry mumbled against her lips, that were now a darker shade of red.

“Bubs we’re in your mums…there’s a party going on”. YN pointed out as Harry’s lips nibbled down her neck, teasing and distracting her from her thoughts.

Harry only shrugged his shoulders in response. “When has that ever stopped us?”. YN knew he had a point, but she was still reluctant, glancing around to see if anyone would see them wonder off. “Please baby”.

“But I want more berries”. YN wined as she glanced back at her plate, sitting there full of fresh strawberries.

“Well I want you!”. Harry gently pulled her by the neck to place a lingering kiss to her swollen red lips.

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”All I’m getting so far is you’ve eaten strawberries on a summer evening and it sounds like a song!”. Mitch was literal with his interpretation, looking at Harry like he’d gone crazy.

“Mitch just listen to the fucking lyrics man…we’re only like three lines in and I already know what it’s about.” Tyler laughed at how naive his friend was being right now.

Whilst Kid and Tyler fiddled about with some ideas for mixing and editing ‘Golden’, Mitch tested out a few chords to see what would fit with the current song Harry was writing.

Harry was noticing some lyrics down in his leather book, when Mitch played a particular melody that caught his ears. He listened carefully trying to find the right timing.

“I want more berries…And that summer feelin'…It's so wonderful and warm”. Harry sung, catching the other’s attention, all invested in where he was going with it. “Breathe me in…Breathe me out…i don't know if I could ever go without..”.

Harry paused as he processed where this song was going. But glancing around the room, he spotted a book on the table. Giggling to himself, he couldn’t stop his hands from reaching for it. “I don't know if I could ever go without…Watermelon sugar…High!”.

“Sounds like you’ve just named your next song”.

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Once their hidden by the four walls in Harry’s room, he quickly reaches for YN’s waist, leaving traces of his fingers behind. Pulling her closer to him as their lips become ones and their fronts meet.

The warmth from their bodies being so close has caused them both to feel hot. Their movements feel quick and fast, but slow and soft all at the same time.

As Harry walks them blindly over to the bed, YN’s hands become greedy and pulls his T-shirt off and leaves it drop to the floor. Taking YN’s route, Harry’s ring clad fingers, find their way to the front of YN’s skirt unbuttoning it as their lips stay together like magnets.

Once her skirt and underwear are pooled on the floor, keeping Harry’s tahirt company, YN finds herself lying with her back on the duvet covered bed. Instead of joining her, YN feels his lips attach themselves to her inner thigh. Her mind becomes dizzy as she feels his wet lips trailing further up.

“Harry!”. Her lips moan, wanting to feel more as her lower stomach began to tighter already. His lips are now needier, moving higher and closer. In a quick movement, Harry grabs a pillow from the bed and places it under her hips.

Leaning forward Harry’s tongue meets her, licking up and down with a slow teasing start. His hands move her thighs so her bare legs are resting over his shoulders. Another moan leaves YN’s lips as she feels his mouth move against her.

“Oh, fook!”.

Her moaning only encourages his movements, as well as feeds his ego. Whilst his tongue teases her, swirling around as he tastes the wetness as it drips down his chin, he moves his left hand to rest on her lower stomach, pushing down gently.

“Fookin’ ‘ell, that’s good!”.

Harry could feel YN’s hips start to buck against him, so he gently held her hips down so the sensations hit harder. The sound of her heavy pants outplayed the sound of Harry’s tongue hitting the wetness between her legs.

Knowing YN was close as she muttered out small encouragements, Harry moved his tongue faster against her, lapping up the sweet taste. The addicted sensation began to build and the heat travelled down YN’s body. Her head swung back on the sheet behind her as the pressure built.

It hit her with force, causing her to feel light headed and unable to think of anything but the climax, when her thighs clenched around his head, Harry had no choice than to keep up his movements as he rode her through her high.

“Oh Harry, oh yes!”.

The sound was like heaven to Harry’s ears as he felt her vibrate against him. Watching her orgasm was still something he could never get bored of.

The energy had been wiped away from YN as she now laid still on the bed, unable to move due to the shakiness. Harry lifted himself up from his position between her legs, wiping away the wetness left behind on his chin.

Harry moved further up the bed with his knees, hoovering over YN’s tired body. He leaned forward pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“Worth missing out on eating your strawberries?”. Harry sarcastically asked, as he held himself up with his arms.

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As they continued to work on the song, now known as ‘Watermelon Sugar’, the penny dropped for Mitch as Harry sang, trying to perfect the melody and pre-chorus.

“Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin'…And it sounds just like a song…I want your belly and that summer feelin'…I don't know if I could ever go without”.

Mitch’s eyes went wide at the realisation. “Shit…fucking hell man…you’re singing about eating-”.

Before Mitch could finish his sentence, Harry cut him short. A large cheeky smirk covering his face as he did so.

“It’s a song about wanting to eat strawberries!”.

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[darby-rowe]

you weren't exactly expecting to see dbf!logan when you got home late. it almost makes you take a step back upon first glance, watching him emerge from the hallway where your bedroom resided. he looks flushed, constantly adjusting his clothing when he sees you. you've only ever seen him chill and relaxed.

"hey bub," logan greets you, vaguely gesturing towards you standing there. "you're, uh... home late,"

"uhhh—"

"weren't expecting me, were you?" he asks, softly laughing off the clearly unexpected encounter between the two of you.

you shrug sheepishly. "can't say i ever expect you," you avert your eyes as your bag slowly slides off your shoulder. "where's my dad?"

"he went out to get beer. you know how that stuff never lasts between two old men... wait, you haven't been drinking, have you?"

you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "uh... no," you answer, truthfully. "but there's a 6-pack of smirnoff red white and berry in the fridge with my name on it,"

logan lets out a soft, yet intrigued oh when you mention your drink of choice, almost as if he were expecting a different answer. "vodka, huh?"

you shrug again. "i can't drink it straight, though. i have to, y'know, mix it..."

"well, yeah, you're... young,"

the way logan says young sends chills up and down your spine. "yeah, i guess so," you say, followed by a sigh. "well, i'm gonna head back to my room and leave you be. don't get into trouble,"

logan gives you a less-than reassuring pat on the shoulder. "we're adults, kid,"

the weirdness you feel in the pit of your stomach doesn't leave upon entering your sanctuary that is your bedroom. something's off, like an intruder made themselves comfortable in your private space.

your eyes fall upon your dresser. there are bundles of clothing peeking out from above the draws, making them unable to close all the way. it looks like someone rushed through the job of putting away clean clothes, which is unlike you. you make sure all your clothes fit and are neatly put away.

but what's really bothering is just how sporadic your underwear draw seems to be, as you open it and see what used to be folded and neat now looks like they were shoved in at the last minute.

unfortunately, your mind starts putting the pieces together.

[kaciebello]

OMG hello my love!!! I am absolutely OBSESSED with your social media au like its not even normal anymore!!! Can you maybe make some text messages when theo says that you‘re clingy?? Pretty please

<3 have a great day bubs

-🥟

Calling you clingy Pt. 1

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[outsideratheart]

Birthdays in Bed (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Happy Birthday to the queen herself! To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it.

The sun peaking through the blinds was the reason why Alexia woke up. Although, if you were to ask her she would say the lack of your presence was the real culprit. 

She buried her head into your pillow. The scent of your wild berries shampoo flooded her senses but the coldness she felt on your side of the bed caused her in groan in disappointment. 

Where were you? That was her first question. Alexia soon got her answer when she looks over to the baby monitor. Your son’s crib was empty. 

She pushed herself up the bed and reached down to the floor to get her t-shirt you had gladly stripped her of the night before. Her left foot was out the cover but just as she was about to get up she heard tiny footsteps outside the door. What followed made her heart melt. 

“Shhh mama, Mami’s sleeping. Need to surprise her” your son’s accent was a mixture of Spanish and English but the latter was that little bit stronger when he spoke in your language. 

“I know bubs. That why I told you to stay with me whilst I got everything ready” your voice was one that Alexia could pick out from a mile away. 

Jordi, your two year old, tried to shush you again but ended up giggling at the way his mouth vibrated.  

It was a sound that Alexia loved and if asked she would say it was her favourite, tied with yours of course. 

The door slowly opened. It revealed your son in a tiny birthday hat and you carrying a tray with a selection of food on it. 

“Mami, you’re awake” Jordi playfully smacked his head. The dramatics he had picked up from his mami. 

“We wanted to surprise you” you told your wife who laid in bed content with the scene in front of her. 

“Don’t say it. I say it” the little boy stumbles over to his parents bed. 

You wanted to help him get up onto yours and Alexia’s bed as it was rather high for someone his size but you knew he’d stop you. The determination on his face and the way his tongue sticks out the side of his mouth was very familiar. 

“Surprise mami” Jordi launched himself at Alexia and peppered many sloppy kisses all across her face. 

“Feliz cu-“ you are cut off by your son. 

“No mama. I say it” once again Jordi stops you from uttering the words. He wanted to be the first one to wish his mami a happy birthday. 

“Feliz Cumpleaños” your son tries his hardest to perfect the pronunciation and the effort alone causes both you and Alexia to smile proudly. 

“Gràcies mi pequeño tesoro”  

You place the tray down and joined your little family in bed. Jordi was snuggled into Alexia’s side with his head buried in the crook of her neck. You took advantage of the boy’s lack of vision and kissed your wife. 

“Happy birthday my love” 

Alexia pulled you back in for a couple small kisses. 

Jordi eyes you both before pointing to the food. The boy had an appetite bigger than both yours and Alexia’s combined. 

“Well, what is this?” Alexia asks him. 

“We made breakfast. Look!” He carefully grabs a plate and gives it to Alexia. 

She inspects the fruit salad and although she is very grateful for the gesture, she did expect something a little more sugar based. 

“There is fruit” Jordi point the colourful bowl “and pan con tomate” his Spanish accent was adorable “juice and water” 

“Is there anything else?” Alexia asks him. 

“Nope. Mama says no sweets for breakfast” Jordi replies. 

It was true. You wanted your son to eat healthily with a few sweet treats. Breakfast however was a time to get the nutrients your bodies needed before the day started. 

Your son didn’t seem to care though because he takes a bite of the toast with no further questions. 

“It’s my birthday” Alexia pouts at you. 

“There’s Panellets in the kitchen” you grab a piece of strawberry out the bowl. 

“Mi amor, it’s my birthday” Alexia repeats herself. It was the one day of the year where she secretly loved how much you loved to celebrate her. Every year since you started dating you would bake her a cake. This year she hoped the tradition would continue. 

“The cake comes later. We have a game to play” 

“Ok. Cake later and some other desserts I think” your wife raised her eyes playfully as she kissed the side of your neck. 

[deadghosy]

hear me out, really little sibling reader and older sibling boy go fruit picking, be it strawberries or oranges or what have you. piggy back rides to reach the high fruits just really sweet sibling bonding -🦇

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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞.

Warning: very fluffy small little imagines and how strawberry picking with Lorenzo is.

Details: age of reader is 5 years old while Lorenzo is 17 in this.

A/n: thank you 🦇 anon for this request! This was my favorite thing to write about 🫶🏾 enjoy

You always wanted to go strawberry picking with your brother. But with him being in Hogwarts and doing work, you thought he wouldn’t have any time for you.

Only for you to be wrong when he shows up during the holiday to spend time with his beloved little sibling.

When you asked what he wanted to do after unpacking his things. He remembered how you wrote to him about how you always wanted to go strawberry picking. He smiled picking you up. Lifting you up like the lion muggle movie called "lion king". “Let’s go strawberry picking love.” You were immediately struck with a wave of happiness and excitement. You started to squealed of delight. Lorenzo smiled at your excitement. You both told your parents about what you two were gonna do tomorrow as Lorenzo had secretly packed some hats to blind you both from the sun.

As the morning rolled, Enzo sprayed you up and down with sunscreen. He did himself afterwards whilst you grabbed a sun hat he bought for you. You two soon rolled out. Making it to the strawberry fields was an amazing sight as you gripped the hand they held yours. “Bub! Bub! Look at all those pretty berries!!” You said jumping up and down. Enzo smiled softly at you. “Yes love, look at how juicy and sweet they are.” Your mouth started to water, and Lorenzo knew as well. “Alright lovely, let’s get to picking!” Enzo pulled out two baskets. One large for him, and a small one for you. You immediately let go of his hand and started to hand pick every single strawberry you seen. Seconds turned into minutes into an hour. Lorenzo was by your side picking the fresh strawberries beside you. He loves that innocent glint in your eyes, he loved making you happy and making sure you had a good holiday with him. To him, this was making up time for how he didn’t spend much with you. He also hated how he couldn’t see you much. You two were stuck to the hip ever since your birth.

A squeal broke his train of thought when he sees you running at him with a big strawberry. “Enzy! Enzy! Look what I got!” Lorenzo kneeled down to your height to take the strawberry you held out to him. “Oh my! This is a big one!” “I know right!” You were proud to find a big one. “Guess this means we can make a strawberry cake, won’t we?” Lorenzo had a grin, a grin with a big thought as he held it up to your face. “Yes!” “Well let’s go!” Lorenzo picked you up and put you onto his back. You laughing out loud made Enzo smiled harder. He starts to make airplane noises and run through the strawberry field. You both didn’t care for the weirded out looks. What only mattered was you two getting some time together as family.

And you two were loving every moment.

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬!: 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Imagine Lorenzo making you a small strawberry shortcake after an hour of picking strawberries. A well reward for picking the biggest strawberry.

You and Lorenzo making a mess of the kitchen, laughter thrown around as you splash Enzo with flour

You making a smile face out of a flour pile. Enzo moved by you to almost make his own smile face out of flour.

Imagine Lorenzo making sure you don’t get a big piece so you don’t choke on it. He’d never forgive himself if he didn’t watch what you ate.

You and Lorenzo watching some muggle cartoons he got from a store with the strawberries. He knows you liked comic books and visual things, so he got them for you.

You bragging tonight about how you picked the biggest berry before him.

You flicking a small strawberry into Lorenzo’s shirt, making him arch his back and try to get it out.

Lorenzo throwing a bigger strawberry at your face making you two go into a strawberry fight

Imagine you and Lorenzo playing with the strawberries like Barbie dolls to pass a little bit of time.

You eating the last few strawberries and being full as Lorenzo laughed at how you hiccuped from eating all them. He soon picked you up and laid you down as you usually sleep after eating.

[captainnameless]

ahh, I can’t stop thinking about little Daniel at the moment!! He’s like taking over my brain!

could we possibly get a little bit of cheeky/hyper Daniel with seb? Seb having to put up with daniels little pranks and tricks that he thinks work but don’t.

I feel like one of Seb’s main ways to calm a little down after a load of excitement is a little tickle? like daniels jumping everywhere and all over seb so a little poke to the side and he stops.

have a good day, cap!!

totally valid having him take over your brain! he’s a treat to think about. <3

Sebastian has resigned the thought of nap time long ago, instead opting of trying to tire Daniel out as much as possible the rest of the afternoon so they can hopefully aim for an early bedtime.

It’s a treat, having Daniel to spend time with, but for whatever reason Daniel had cranked the wild child button up to 100 for today.

Sebastian figured plucking the berries that were ripe from the garner could be an activity to calm him down a bit, but Daniel had gotten distracted with a butterfly and started chasing that around, in turn setting off the dog and turning to chasing Bruno instead.

There was more toppling over than running, really. But Daniel didn’t cry, just laughed and rolled around in the dirt with the dog that Sebastian knew he’d also have to fit in a bath somewhere in between dinner and bed.

“Sit, please darling.” Sebastian says, slightly exasperated as he plonks Daniel down on the deck handing him his phone that’s already dialing

Lewis Hamilton

“Hell- oh! Hi, bub.” Lewis voice sounds through the speaker as Daniel grins at the screen.

“Watch the child for a second.” Sebastian says, before hurrying inside for a piss. It’s nice knowing he has a few minutes to do so without having to worry an unsupervised Daniel will find an elevated service to jump off of.

A piss and a phone call later Sebastian’s gotten Daniel to sit down long enough to eat some of the strawberries they harvested, wiping at his chin every so often to at least protect their clothing from the angry red juice that’s impossible to get out.

Eventually the little grows bored, sits up on his knees to bounce next to Seb answering Seb’s disapproving look with a cheeky smile.

“No jumping on the furniture, Bub.”

“I’m bouncing, Mama.”

Sebastian bites back a smile, brat, a heaves a sigh. “No bouncing, baby. These are for sitting,” Sebastian pats the cushion. “On your bum.”

Daniel doesn’t lose the cheeky smile, flops his legs out under him to sit on his bum and then continues bouncing that way.

“Oh you naughty boy!” Sebastian chastises, jokingly. Reaching out to grab Daniel and hoist him into his lap, fingers digging into his sides.

Daniel screeches, trying to squirm away from the tickles but he is unsuccessful, gasping for breath as Sebastian continues his onslaught.

“Mama!” He gasps in between giggles. “Pleeeeeeease!”

“Hmm?” Sebastian asks, pausing his tickling but keeping Daniel in his lap. “What’s wrong?”

“No more,” Daniel heaves, squirming in place before flopping against Sebastian, out a breath.

Sebastian smiles, runs his hand through Daniel’s curls before pressing a kiss down on his forehead. “Alright.”

Daniel catches his breath, sits up and darts off then, back into the garden. “Catch me!”

Sebastian groans, he really has to find out where this kid gets his energy from.

[0oolookitsme]

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Type- Blurb!

Verse- Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count- 728

Warnings- Alludes to smut!

A/N- Literally telling you, even I don't know what this is.

(Lmaoo tell me why this gif fits this blurb so perfectly 😭)

She had just showered Karan and sat down in her room when the doorbell rung, causing her to groan while getting back up.

The bump wasn't so small anymore, it seemed like it was growing larger every single day. Harry had told her that he was going to be late tonight, so she climbed down the stairs, a little unsure. It could be a neighbour wanting to share some food with her, for all she knew.

Peeping through the whole, a frown pulled up between her ungroomed brows when she only see the top of the person's head. They were looking down and Y/n's best guess was Harry.

The haircut he got yesterday made his hair look much smaller than her liking. It was convenient for him, sure, but not for her. And, the hair on the top of his head stood up in all directions -- still he managed to look the most handsome man Y/n has ever laid eyes on.

A grin stretches out on his face when he looks at her, instantly leaning in to press a kiss to her cheeks, which have grown fuller over the course of pregnancy and then on her lips, which much to his dismay, she's always caught chewing on.

"Hi, my berry," he greeted, feeling as if love was going to ooze out of him.

"Hi," she greeted back with just as much love, pecking his lips while shifting aside to let him in. "You said you'd be late?" She asked, swooning when he slid his hands on her bump right away.

"Well, we ended practice early because Thomas suddenly remembered he had an appointment," he shrugged.

Dropping her head back, she came right up to look him dead in the eye. "Could you not have come earlier?"

He asked, with wandering eyes, "why?"

"Because I already showered Karan!" She half yelled, fisting his shirt and shaking him to make it more dramatic.

"Woah, woah, woah! Calm down woman," heaving he said, still a bit shocked. "It's fine! ...I- I'll shower you!" He exclaimed, his face lighting up at his own idea.

She seems to be considering her offer. Why ch is why confusion coated his eyes when she turned and made her way towards the stairs. "Maybe later. Don't wanna shower right now," she said.

"Ugh, woman!"

She laughed then, but none the less entered their bedroom and sat back on her side of the bed, picking back up the Shakespeare play she was rereading.

Huffing Harry stood at the doorway for a while, watching her snicker lightly, before he slipped into Karan's room. Another puzzle set was spread all over his floor, it seemed to be an Beauty and The Beast one. And, in the midst of the mess sar Karan, his hair tied as a cute fountain on the top of his head.

Whenever Karan was doing a puzzle, it basically meant that he was trying to shut down his mind -- something he learned from Gemma.

It meant that he didn't want to be disturbed, especially not by Harry who comes to wake him up annoyingly early and then clings to him all morning until he has to leave. (He pretends to hate it just to tease Harry, but he would cry if Harry wasn't there for even one morning). If it were his mother, though, he would quite happily let her in and even dislocate his arranged pieces, if she wanted to.

Very clearly, he was biased and a mama's boy.

Doesn't mean he hates Harry though, he still greets him when he senses him at his door everytime, just like right now.

"Hi bub," Harry said as he hugged back the little one, letting him run back to his spot.

Watching him solve for a little, he walked back to Y/n who now was totally into her play, and even had her reading glasses on.

"Karan has gone so on you, woman. Literally wouldn't ditch his hobby for me," he stated and exclaimed a, "see!" when Y/n didn't reply and laughed at his reaction further on.

Harry sarcastically grumbled about being dismissed by his own family, then told her that he was going to shower as he closed the bathroom door behind him. But, Y/n didn't miss the fact that there was no sound of the door being locked, Karan had already been showered and Y/n still had too.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I want to live the cliche of cliches with him... I want to wake up next to hubby rdj, some lazy morning sex or just cuddles, make breakfast together, those types of things that couples does together, surrounded by lots of love... that's my request for rdj/fem reader 🖤

''I love you berry much!''

PAIRING | Husband!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.6K

SUMMARY | It is a lovely summer day as you and Robert start the day together with cuddles and being wrapped up in one another, followed by a run to the local market and ending with a dinner with some of his Marvel co-stars.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, established relationship (marriage), age gap (Reader is in her mid to late 30s, RDJ is in his mid to late 40s), smut (spanking, unprotected sex - wrap it before you tap it!), so much fluff your teeth would almost rot from the sweetness of it all.

A/N | Thank you so much for this sweet request, Nonnie! I let my fantasies run wild on this one, and I am convinced Robert is the most loving husband and a true gentleman. I hope you enjoy the route I took with this one, and if you ever have another request for him, please don't hesitate to let me know! 🖤

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You're still deep in your very comfortable sleep state when the sound of your alarm starts seeping through your subconscious, waking you up.

It takes a few moments to realize what's happening, but when it sinks in, you reach out for your phone, ready to turn your alarm off and turn around into the loving embrace of your husband.

With a soft sigh, you turn around, and just like you suspected, he's waiting with open arms for you to snuggle into, which you both make time for every morning.

''Mornin' Pumpkin,'' Robert says with a sleepy smile as you wiggle your way into his embrace, wanting to be as close as possible.

''Good morning, Bubs,'' you say once you have found your usual comfy position, and you let out one more small sigh as you revel in his body heat, the skin-to-skin contact being something you crave every single morning.

Thank god for sleeping naked.

''How did my girl sleep?'' he asks, and your cheeks feel warm as he calls you his girl. Even after almost 15 years of being together, you would never get used to him calling you that, and Robert is well aware.

''Like a log, thanks to you wearing me out last night. Everyone who thinks older guys don't last as long as younger people is very mistaken in their thoughts,'' you joke, and you lay your head on his chest, Robert's hands finding their way onto your waist and in your hair.

''Well, I can't help it when I have such a beautiful wife. Want to give her everything, and the least I can do is give her a few orgasms,'' he says, amusement sounding through his voice.

''Six, Robert. I swear it is not normal for a woman to cum like that six times,'' you say, but you would be lying if you didn't enjoy every second of him taking you apart last night.

Your hands are scratching slowly through his scruff, and you make a content noise when his hands move down your back, but you didn't expect him to land two hard slaps on your ass.

The shriek you let out is almost inhumane, and you go to sit up to get a good look at his smug face.

''It's a good thing I love you and that I enjoy getting spanked,'' you grumble, and he laughs while he kneads your ass with firm motions.

Robert squeezes harder than anticipated, and you grind over his hard member with your soaking cunt, earning himself a moan from your plump, pink mouth.

''Hmm, care to go for another round?'' you ask through half-lidded eyes, and the wide grin on his face tells you all you need to know.

You lift yourself slightly up, and he grabs hold of his hard cock, lining it up with your entrance, and you slide down in a smooth motion. A gasp leaves your lips at the stretch, even after last night.

''Oh god, you're still so tight for me, Pumpkin,'' he breathes out as you slide down until he's fully buried inside you.

''Hmm, feels so good to sit this fucking dick of yours,'' you say, and your filthy mouth always makes Robert go crazy.

You set the pace by slowly moving up and down, squeezing slightly to feel every single movement and twitch of him, moaning at the feeling as he hits your sweet spot each time.

''Hm, I love riding you like this,'' you say as you lean forward; his hands find their way back to your ass, and he picks up your pace a little bit, but not enough to make too big of a difference.

You capture his lips with yours, and when his mouth slightly opens, you take the opportunity to slide in your tongue, sliding against his at a leisurely pace while keeping the same speed.

Your hands find their place in Robert's hair and tug softly, earning soft grunts and groans from him as you both enjoy every little sound and movement from one another.

''Hm, I want you to fucking ruin me,'' you whimper as you sit back up again, your hands lying on his chest. You whine softly as Robert moves his grip to a tight one on your hips, and he does as you ask.

''F-fuck, yes! R-r-right there!'' you moan, and your hand finds its way to your swollen clit, your orgasm nearly there. With a few more thrusts and loud moans, you cum, shortly followed by Robert as he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt.

Your body goes lax, and you fall forward into the embrace of your husband, who whispers sweet nothings as he keeps riding out both your orgasms.

When Robert's completely soft again, he grabs a warm and damp washcloth to get you cleaned up before turning on the shower and picking you up to have a lovely shower together.

It was a sweet, lovely shower with lots of small kisses, extra cuddles, and lots of soft touches as he washed your body and hair, ensuring no inch of your skin was left untouched.

''You're such a good girl for me,'' he whispers in your ear as he turns off the shower, and a wide grin appears on your face at the praise from your husband.

''I love you, Bubs,'' you sigh as you turn around, capturing his lips again before drying off and getting dressed for the day.

''Love you too, Pumpkin,'' Robert says, placing one more kiss on your cheek before you walk out of the bathroom, ready to start the day.

It is a lovely summer day, and you opted to wear a red and white polka dot maxi dress today, combined with white sandals. Your hair is hanging loose around your shoulders, and you've decided against wearing make-up today.

Robert was already dressed and ready before you, so he got a head start on breakfast this morning, making pancakes and cutting up some fruit that needed to be used before it would go bad.

''Looking gorgeous today, Pumpkin,'' he says as you walk over to him, taking a strawberry out of the carton and taking a bite while you look at the pile of pancakes he has created.

''Breakfast looks almost as good as you,'' you tell him, earning yourself a chuckle from him. After one more kiss on his cheek and another stolen strawberry, you grab plates and cutlery to set the table for both of you.

''Shall we eat outside?'' you ask, and Robert hums in response, so you walk to the garden and put it on the table. You unfold the big beach umbrella so you can eat in the shade.

When everything is ready, you grab the orange juice out of the fridge alongside two glasses, put it outside, and sit down, ready for Robert to bring out the pancakes and fruit.

Before he sits down, he grabs a strawberry and feeds it to you, ready to make an unbelievably stupid pun.

''I love you berry much!'' he says, and you almost spit out the fruit as he says it because it makes you laugh so hard you can barely keep your mouth shut.

''My god, you are unbelievable!'' you say with a huge smile. ''But I love you berry much as well,'' you wink as he sits down, ready to indulge in the delicious-looking breakfast he prepared for both of you.

During breakfast, you two are going through all the ingredients you need to make dinner for tonight since some of his old Marvel co-stars are coming over for dinner.

Ultimately, you make creamy shrimp pasta with garlic bread and a salad on the side because that's always a winner when guests visit.

After breakfast, you load the dishwasher, and then you're ready to go, grabbing your sunglasses and purse before following Robert to the car.

The drive is short, but the two of you always love strolling over the market, and when possible, you try to go every week to ensure you have the freshest and most delicious produce and other ingredients.

When you arrive, Robert parks the car, and by now, you know better than to get out of the car yourself, so you wait for Robert to open your door and guide you out like a true gentleman, giving you a small kiss when the door is closed.

''C'mon,'' he says as he laces his fingers with yours, and the two of you make your way through the entire market, ending up with every ingredient you need for tonight and more.

At the last stall, you're taking a peek at all the flowers, enjoying all the bright colors that make it look like an ocean of color.

''You see some flowers you like?'' Robert asks, and you can't help but smile, already feeling he would get you some if you stopped to look.

''Those sunflowers look beautiful. Could we get a big bouquet of them?'' you ask the man at the stall, and he sells you a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers that will be beautiful on the dinner table tonight.

''Thank you, Bubs,'' you say after he pays for them, and you're heading back to the car. ''They look stunning, and I'm sure they will look divine on the dinner table,'' you tell him with a big smile.

When you're home, you and Robert put away the groceries together, and when that is done, he grabs you into a tight hug because he has to make some calls for an upcoming project of his.

''Hmm, wish I could stay like this forever,'' he whispers against your neck, and his breath makes you feel goosebumps all over your body, and you inhale his scent deeply.

You always love how he smells, a mix of his cologne and him; it is an unmistakable scent that makes your knees weak every time you smell it, so you can't help yourself by taking an extra sniff.

''I'm gonna go before you snort me up entirely,'' Robert jokes and pulls apart, leaning in for a slow, sensual kiss that leaves your head spinning on its axes when he pulls away.

You steady yourself against the counter, and when he walks away, you can't stop the grin forming on your face.

Since Robert is working, you are starting dinner and dessert for tonight, grabbing your apron first and then putting your hair up with the help of a claw clip.

The first thing you start with is the sauce since it has to be cooked for a while in your slow cooker, and after, it's time for your homemade pasta dough.

When that is resting in the fridge, you take the opportunity to start on your tiramisu, the dessert for tonight, and not long after that's done, too.

Around 6 PM, everything is ready to go for dinner, and you need to add the last touches, which is good since everyone should arrive around 6:30 PM.

''It smells divine in here!'' Robert says as he walks in, greeting you with a soft kiss as you're giving the finishing touches to the sauce, ready to be served soon.

''Thank you, Bubs. Could you set the table? I'm almost done here, so I'll help you after,'' you say, but he looks at you disapprovingly.

''Pumpkin, you've done enough. When dinner is served, you can sit that perfect butt of yours down on your chair and let me handle the rest,'' he says, and you nod in response.

''That would be nice, thank you,'' you say, and that's when the doorbell rings, notifying you that the first evening guests have arrived.

''I'll get it, Bubs,'' you say as Robert finishes setting the table, and you walk over to open the door. You're greeted by Chris Evans, Sebastian, Anthony, Jeremy, and their significant others.

''Wow, it smells amazing in here, as always,'' Chris says as he greets you with a kiss on your cheek and a hug, followed by the rest of them as well.

''Thank you! We're eating Italian style tonight, so I hope you all brought a big appetite; I have enough to feed an elephant!'' you joke, and you lead them to the dining room where Robert just got done setting the table.

He greets everyone and lets them sit down, pouring them all something to drink as you finish dinner.

When it's done, Robert helps you put everything on the table, and just when you're about to pull out your chair to sit down, Robert is there first, doing it for you.

''Thank you,'' you whisper as you give him a soft kiss before sitting down and enjoying dinner with everyone. The pasta, garlic bread, and salad are gone before you know it, and everyone is ready for dessert.

''You can stay seated, Pumpkin. I will get the dessert,'' he says, and you gladly do. When Robert is in the kitchen, Anthony nudges you and tells you you're fortunate to be married to Robert.

''Honestly, I try to be the best gentleman I can be, but he is on a different level,'' he says, and you agree. You got lucky to have found Robert in this lifetime.

Not long after, Robert returns to the dining table with your tiramisu. It looks like a slice taken right out of heaven and tastes that way, too.

After dinner, everyone moves outside to finish their conversations and to enjoy one more glass of wine or other beverage. Still, to Robert's dismay, you stay inside to clean the kitchen and load the dishwasher again.

''Pumpkin, please sit down. You've done enough already, and they're here for you too,'' he says.

''I'm almost done, Bubs. I need to load the last few things, and then I'm all yours again,'' you say, and he agrees but waits for you to finish.

When you're done, he grabs your hand and leads you outside, sitting on a lounge chair and pulling you into his lap to hold you close by, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Before you know it, everyone is going home again, and after many thank yous and goodbyes, you sigh softly because evenings like this take up a lot of energy, and Robert knows that.

''C'mon,'' he says as he picks you up bridal style and walks you up the stairs and to the bedroom, ready to sleep together.

He sits you down on the edge of the bed, and he can tell how much toll this day has taken on you by the sleepiness on your face.

''Let's get you out of these clothes and into bed, Pumpkin,'' he says. You let him take off your sandals, dress, and bra before pulling one of his shirts over your head before you lie down, not worrying about brushing your teeth now.

Robert follows suit and walks over to his side of the bed, and you feel it dip behind you before he slides over and pulls you against his chest.

''Thank you for everything today, Pumpkin. I couldn't have done it any better without you by my side, and I'm grateful for everything. I love you so much,'' he whispers between soft kisses on your neck as it lulls you slowly into a deep sleep.

''Loveyoumore,'' is the last thing you mumble before the sleepiness pulls you under and into a warm dreamland. Everything feels perfect in your husband's arms, and you sleep so deep you even snore softly.

Robert smiles softly as he hears them, and not long after, he falls asleep, too, with you pulled close to him as the two of you fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

[hoseoksluna]

— 🫦. bubs,

this pic is making me feel things and i want you to suffer with me. 🤗

this is exactly how i picture berries!hobi, the businessman he is. the clean look, the suit, the smile. and baby jungkook… who’s insecure and wants to be like hobi…

a spoiler?

perhaps.

LUNAAAAAAA

[moth-in-the-broth]

straw-bub-berry

[dickinfectionbez]

BOO! Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me 👻

Finally managed to wrap my life ( things took longer than I thought) and now prepped for the rest of the season. Since it’s been a minute I’ve got to ask how’s it going? Any funny updates (or new poisonous food eaten) since summer break.

— London anon (just left their cave)

YAAAAAAYYY THE GOAT IS BACK 🫶🫶🫶 MISSED YOU BUD.

Oooh so I do have an update for you bub. Things I've done.

got pickpocketed in Kingston, lost 17 pounds t someone shopping at a korean shop while i was having lunch at nandos

ate conditioner accidentally (yesterday)

had a mental breakdown and dyed my hair green and cut my bangs

relapsed and went green again

got stuck in a bus for two hours and puked in my mouth before nearly fainting

dyed my hair black (yesterday)

nearly fell into a blackberry bramble (day before yesterday and plan to go berry picking again today)

fucked up my neck so bad i can't lift my arm

lost my knife and had to shave my moustache using a body razor

found my knife

theres more but i forgot

[berriesnursery]

Hello!! Could i maybe request smth about how cg!sam&colbs would act if you go little during an investigation or smth like that? Orrr if you came home after having a really rough day and being big is too hard? Tysmm!!<<<3333

Cg!Sam&Colby \\°~☆

Tough Days🧸🧺

Sam, Colby and Y/n lived togheter in LA. Due to childhood trauma Y/n started age regressing, but was too embarrased to tell Sam and Colby for a long time. A few months ago they opened up to the boys for the first time and ever since then Sam and Colby tried to help Y/n as much as they could. Cooking them comfort food, watching cartoons, reading bedtime stories and buying everything a little could wish for.

The boys were sitting on the sofa watching a horror movie, with snacks all around as you storm in teary eyes in sight. Sam looks at colby concerned. Before getting to say anything colby said "it would be best to give them some time alone before checking up on them, maybe just having a shitty day". Sam nodded, they waited a few minutes before hearing sobs coming from upstairs. After a panick mumbling about ehat to do next they decided to slowly walk into Y/ns room seeing them on their bed, sobbing into a big teddy bear. "Hey bubs why so upset?" Sam cooed as he sat doen next to them on the bed. "Bad day:c" the little said as colby wiped away a stray tear on their face. "How about we make ourselves a halloween night? We could go to the store, pick out some things to do watch some scooby doo. Because afterall your favourite holiday is coming up bubs, Halloween!" Colby said excited, trying to cheer his little up. The little jumped up at the thought of spending a fun night woth their favourite caregivers and nodded excitedly "yes pwease!" Sam chuckled as colby answered "okay bubs lets go get my keys and Sami is gonna get you ready okay?" He said as he walked out of the room grabbing the car keys and getting ready to go the the store. Back in your room sam made sure you were all cozied up for their little trip to traget. A Big xplr hoodie with the hood up your favourite purple sneakers and your stuffed bunny. "Okay lets get you into the car bubs" Sam said as he held your hand walking you to the car and making sure your safety belt was on (and bunnies too of course). After everybody was in the car colby started driving, after about 15 minutes you guys arrived at target and as you know Sam and Colby they eill get you everything you look at. Cookie dough with jack o'lanterns on it? In the cart. Spooky ghost blanket? In the cart. Monster high doll? In the cart. Scooby doo lego? In the cart. Halloween squishmallow? I think you know the drill by now. After some very fun shopping you guys arrived back home. Colby prepared the cookies for the oven as sam was preparing the pumpkins to be carved. "The pumpkins ate ready to be spooked!" Sam shouted out at colby. Colby helped you with your pumpkin as sam did one on his own. Half an hours later you and colby came out with a cute kitty cat and sam a moon with stars. Ding! Sounds like the cookies are done, Sam took out the cookies and put them on a plate as you and colby made the sofa comfy with blankets and plushies for the movie. Sam brought over the cookies and some leftover chips from a party. Colby put on the lego batman movie and handed you a cookie. Y/n is so glad to have the best caregivers in the world.

BERRIE IS BACK YAY!!!