#daddyesque

[kaellecappuccino]

Binging Criminal Minds rn and Hotchner is so... Daddyesque

[stormtrprinstilettos]

Wake Up - Roger x fem Reader (smut)

Summary: It’s 1983 and Queen is recording their next album at the studio where you work, and things get a little heated between you and the drummer.

Word Count: ~4.3K

Warnings: smut, somewhat of an age gap (21 vs. 35), oral smut, language, phone sex smut, and some kind of sappy shit. 18+ please and thank you

[A/N: Using the same Roger x Reader concept as I did here, so I guess this is a series now, but I want to write them to be able to be read as one shots as well. This isn’t the one that was supposed to be next, but I had these two other requests sent in, and I’m doing these before that one because the story flows better if you want to read them as a series. Thank you @quirkydeaky & she who doesn’t want to be named ( 🐓) for the suggestions. (Pretend Reader & Roger have discussed what happens before and that it is completely consensual!) Potential sugar daddyesque thing (I don’t know how to describe it) developing, and smut, in case you missed that.]

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It was already a long, exhausting day and it wasn’t even noon. You had to leave home at 5am to pick a friend up at the airport. After bringing them home you had to run to the bank. You didn’t get to work until after 10 and you were going to have to leave around 3:00 to get to a doctor’s appointment. You probably should have just taken the day off, but if you would have, you’d not have gotten your daily Roger fix. The two of you got together alone a few times since that night a couple of weeks ago, not counting that time two days ago when he stayed behind at the studio when everyone else went to get lunch (he decided he wanted to have you instead). Of course you’d have liked it every night, as would he, but you understood that it couldn’t happen like that, so the two of you settled for at least being able to flirt with each other as often as possible.

Roger notices you gathering your things and ran out to catch you before you leave. “Where do you think you’re going?” he yelled as he flings the door open, surprising you, making you jump and scream.

“Stop doing that!” you yell, both of you laughing. He finds it amusing how jumpy you get when he sneaks up on you, so he never lets the chance to startle you pass him by. “I have a doctor’s appointment.”

His face turned concerned. “Are you okay?” He walks over and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” you giggle. “It’s just a check up with the lady doctor.” His face falls, even more concerned than before. “I’m not pregnant, Roger,” you laugh. “It’s just my yearly visit and I need to renew my birth control prescription.” He exhales the breath he was holding in and starts to chuckle. “Not like I would know if you knocked me up this soon anyway,” you say seriously, but jokingly just to toy with him, after turning your back and walking away. “Guess I’ll find out in a little while, huh?” you turn around and tell him with a big toothy grin, starting to laugh again. “Scare me and I’ll scare you back.” He realizes you’re joking and flips you off, which you kindly reciprocate. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Roger.”

“Not if I see you before then,” he chortles as you walk out the door.

Before going home after the trip to the doctor’s, you stopped over at the grocery store to buy something that would be easy to make for dinner. You argued with some creep on the bus ride home who didn’t understand the concept of personal boundaries. You were tired since you had to get up so early this morning. Your boss was in a bad mood earlier and kept nitpicking at every little thing. So when you finally get inside your apartment, you’re loving the fact that you don’t have to talk to or see anyone else until tomorrow. After getting the food cooking, you run back to your room to change into comfortable clothes, throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and stop off at your stereo to get some music on before going back to the kitchen.

You set your plate of food on the table, and right as you’re sitting down to eat, there’s a knock on the door. “Dammit,” you whisper to yourself as you roll your eyes, and walk to the door. You look through the peephole and don’t see anyone, so you slowly open the door.

“Surprise!” Roger hollers as he jumps in front of the door, laughing hysterically after you scream and slap him on his arm for scaring you. “Missed you this afternoon,” he says as he leans against the doorframe and peaks out over his sunglasses. Those damn sunglasses, you groan to yourself. “Wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

You lean against the door and smile. “You’re ridiculous. It’s only been a few hours,” you tell him as you open the door and motion for him to come in. “I’m just about to eat dinner. Spaghetti. Want some?”

“You cook?” he asks with an amused tone to his voice. “Impressive.” You glare at him and stick out your tongue as you make a plate for him. He sits down at the table after grabbing a drink from the refrigerator, waiting for his food. “Van Morrison,” he nods, taking note of the music you have playing in the background. “You can cook and you listen to good music,” he jokes as you put his plate down in front of him before taking a seat. “And no one’s snatched you up yet?”

“Oh shut up,” you groan. “Maybe I don’t want to be snatched up,” you giggle as you take a bite of your food.

“Well somebody needs to,” he says before taking a sip of his drink. “Because it’s a shame to cook like this and not have anyone to feed it to.”

You start laughing. “It’s jarred spaghetti sauce I got from the store and I added meat to it. I’m not a 5 star chef.”

The impromptu dinner with Roger didn’t last long. You both ate rather quickly considering all of the talking you were doing. He told you about the rest of his day at the studio, how Brian was being difficult and Freddie left not long after you did because of all the bickering. You told him about your trip to the airport at that ungodly hour but spared him the details of your visit to the doctor. After cleaning the kitchen, you joined him in the living room where he was quite relaxed on the sofa, flipping through the tv channels with his arm thrown on the back of the sofa.

“I’m so tired,” you whine, plopping down next to him on the sofa and taking it upon yourself to curl up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s been such a long day.”

“Get some rest,” he tells you as he pats you softly on top of your head. You’re expecting him to get up and leave, but he doesn’t. He stays right there, letting you relax, even moving his arm from the back of the sofa and wrapping it around your shoulder.

You fell asleep. You’re not sure when, or even for how long you had been sleeping, and you would still be sleeping had you not heard him saying your name.

“Y/N,” you hear him mumble. You can’t make out anything else he’s mumbling, thinking that’s because you’re not fully awake, so you lift your head and look at him. You start to giggle. He’s sound asleep, and as far as you can tell, he’s enjoying whatever it is he’s dreaming about. He has a soft smile on his lips, and he keeps letting out these cute, quiet groans.

When you start to sit up, you realize that your hand is resting on his waist. You look down to make sure you don’t push on him when you sit up and notice a significant bulge in his pants. Biting your lip, you look over at him again, his smile still there, and his groaning getting just a little bit louder. You scoot down, carefully to make sure you don’t disturb him, and climb over him to get off of the sofa and kneel next to him on the floor, ideas swirling around in your head. Should I? you ask yourself. You don’t even try to convince yourself not to. Smirking devilishly, you slowly start to unbutton his pants, looking back up to Roger as you softly unzip them, hoping he doesn’t wake up. Not yet, anyway. That’s why you don’t even try to pull his pants down to give you better access.

Carefully, you open the waist of his jeans and rub against the front of his boxers, watching for any reaction on his face. His smile goes away, but he’s still groaning and whispers your name sporadically. You feel his cock growing harder and harder with every move the palm of your hand makes down the shaft. You want him to wake up now. You want him to wake up with his dick already hard and you want him to ravish the hell out of you. But he still sleeps, even as you take his arousal out of his boxers, even as you rub the drop of precum around the tip with your thumb as you gently tapped his shaft with your other four fingers. “You make me so hard,” he whispers. You look up to him and he’s still sleeping. Sure, you could easily wake him up, but this was more fun.

You climb back on the sofa, position yourself between his legs and lower your mouth to the head of his dick, licking around the head at first before taking it all in your mouth, moving up and down, hoping he would wake up soon. “Fuck,” you hear him moan, making you take him out of your mouth and gaze up at him. How the hell is he still sleeping? you wonder, lowering your mouth back down and working harder to get him to wake up. He starts breathing heavier and moaning louder and his hips start to move. You know from previous experience that he’s close – real close – and you wish he would wake the hell up so he would know that this wasn’t all a dream. “Naughty girl,” you hear him groan as he grabs the hair on top of your hair and tugs it so you’ll look at him. He’s not sleeping anymore. You smirk at him as you slowly lift your head to look up at him. He smirks back and reaches down and starts to push off your shorts. “Take those off and turn around,” he says with a wink.

He moves his body to lay flat on his back, smiles and motions for you to take your place on top of him. He gently lowers you to his mouth, anchoring his mouth to your warm flower and began to flick his tongue up and down the slit. You were frantically trying to push his pants down from his waist, but the sensation he was creating as he was lapping at your box was making it hard for you to do anything. He used two fingers to open you up, plunging his tongue in as far as he could. You fell down quickly, taking his dick in your mouth again, your moans vibrating against his already pulsating member, making it hard for him to hold off. “Stop,” he desperately tells you. “I want to wait for you.”

You pull your mouth away and lay your head on his thigh, too weak to move in any other position, and you hold his rock in your hand. “You make me feel so good, Roger,” you groan, kissing his thighs close to his erection. His tongue moves to flick over your clit as his fingers move inside you, rapidly moving in and out. “Keep doing that,” you command him. “Don’t stop.” He’s enjoying this, and he could do it all night, but he’s about to explode, and he wants you to explode with him. You can hear the sounds of his tongue moving against your wet flower. You’re getting close, too, so you lift your head and take him back in your mouth, sucking on him hard and pulsing up and down quickly, his moaning against your core making it easy for you to release every ounce of pressure you have been holding in for the exact moment he is ready to burst with you.

He came first, his load shooting down your throat, and feeling the tremor his deep moan made against you helped you cum immediately after. After catching your breath, you climb off him and stand up. He scoots up a bit and pulls you back down next to him. “That was a nice way to wake up,” he says with a smile as he gently runs his fingers up and down your arm. “What time is it anyway?” He looks around to find a clock.

“Almost 11,” you sigh after realizing how late it was. You’re usually in bed at this time since you have to wake up early to get to work on time. You start to sit up but he pulls you back down again. “It’s late…”

“I don’t care,” he chuckles.

“You just want to stay like this the rest of the night?” you laughed. “Can I at least put my shorts back on? I’m cold.” You lean over to grab them off the floor but Roger pulls you back again.

“No,” he fusses. “Easier access this way,” he says with a laugh as he holds you tight, but you manage to wiggle yourself free and put your shorts on. “Are you kicking me out?” he asks, amused at this sudden spurt of awkwardness that seems to have taken over you.

“You are more than welcome to stay,” you tell him with your hands on your hips. “I have to go to bed or I’ll never make it to work on time. It takes 37 minutes to get there, and I have to wake up at 6 or I’ll miss the bus…” He’s laughing at your rambling and you’re getting frustrated. “What?”

He pulls you back down to the sofa. “It took me 15 minutes to get here from there.” He can see in your face that you don’t understand why he’s telling you this. “I can drive you there in the morning.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” you say. “Why come all the way over here to…” You raise an eyebrow, wondering if he’s trying to say what you think he’s trying to say.

“Am I welcome to stay or not?” he asks. “Because if I am, I would like to go to bed.” You wanted him to stay. You always wanted him to stay but he never did. And you knew if he did stay, that wouldn’t be good for this “no emotional attachment” rule you were doing very good at not breaking. This was just sex, that’s it. Good sex – okay, exceptional sex – and fun. Nothing more. That whole falling asleep together and waking up next to each other thing? Well, that was a door you didn’t know if you wanted to open.

“Stay,” you whispered with a grin. You immediately regretted it, but it was too late now. “Let’s go to bed.”

The two of you laid in bed, not touching each other, not knowing if you should be talking – not sure of anything anymore. “Roger?” you call to get his attention.

He rolls over on his side you look at you. “If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here. If I didn’t enjoy your company, I wouldn’t be here. And I would never tell you all of this if I had any intention of never speaking to you again after we’re done recording.”

He answered every single question you wanted to ask him but would never dare. You didn’t want this to get serious right now (or ever), and you definitely didn’t want him thinking he could read your mind, so you had to think fast. “That’s nice,” you tell him rather dryly, being completely sarcastic. “How do I know you’re not just saying that?”

He started to do his playful growl and climbed over you to hover, tickling you and nibbling on your neck, making you laugh hysterically. “Just because you’ll say anything as long as the dick is big enough doesn’t mean I’m like that,” he mocked, referencing what you told Alan that night at the bar.

“I bet,” you laughed. “You probably tell all the girls that.”

He pins your hands above your head and gives you a sneaky grin. “Probably,” he says before bending down to give you a quick peck on the lips. “But you’re not those other girls.”

You grunt and roll your eyes, still laughing. “I’m sure you tell them that too,” you giggle. “You’re supposed to just be here for the sex and I’m supposed to be the emotional one.”

“If this was just about sex, I wouldn’t still be here,” he tells you. “I’d have been back at my place by now.” You stop laughing and look at him somewhat concerned, which makes him start to chuckle. “Am I making you nervous again?”

“Yes, you’re making me fucking nervous,” you grunt, pulling your hands free from his grip and pushing him off of you as you sit up. He lays back down, hands behind his head on the pillow and looks up at you with a grin. “This isn’t supposed to be anything more than…”

“I didn’t agree to that,” he bluntly stated, but with the grin still on his face. “You’re the one who insisted on that. I’m just going along with it.”

You throw yourself back down onto the bed, laying your head on your pillow, turned on your side, facing him, who is still grinning at you. “You’ve got to be joking right now,” you laughed. “Like I’m going to allow myself to get serious about you.” You can tell those words stung him a little bit and you felt terrible. It wasn’t your intention. “What I mean is, you’ll be done with your recording and then you’ll go back to London, and I’ll be here, and…”

“And what?” he asked. “That’s it? You’ll be done?” He had to be amused by the whole situation. He was always the one being the brutally honest one, the one taking what he wanted, and then moving on when he was done.

“You’ll be done,” you tell him, poking him in the chest. “I’ll still be here, living my mundane life, and you’ll be out there living yours.” You climb on top of him, his arms still behind his head, your hands resting on either side of him. “And if you say it’s not going to be like that, you’re lying.”

“Okay,” he chuffs as he pushes you off of him and grabs you, pulling you close to him. “Then I won’t say it.”

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The next morning he shuffles into the kitchen, looking completely spent but wearing a huge smile. “Good morning,” you chuckle. “Sleep well?”

“Mmm hmm,” he mumbled as he walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You still smell like strawberries,” he chuckled. “I’d kiss you but I don’t have a toothbrush,” he said as he gave you a peck on the top of your head.

“I have a new one in the bathroom closet,” you tell him as you wave your hand back. “Toothpaste is in the medicine cabinet above the sink.” He lets go of you and starts to walk to the bathroom. “Hey, Roger?” you call him, and he turns around. You don’t know why you called him because you don’t even know what you want to say. Instead, you just smile, and he smiles in return before disappearing down the hall.

The two of you walked into the studio together. Jack was already there with Brian and they didn’t notice you come in, so you decided to take advantage of the last few seconds of privacy and pulled him down for a kiss. “Let me take you somewhere tonight,” he said, completely throwing you off guard. “Dinner. A movie. Something.”

Before you could answer, your boss, Kevin - the studio owner, walks in. “Oh good, you’re here,” he hollers, completely ignoring the fact that Roger was standing right there. “I need you down in San Diego. The idiots down there don’t know their asses from a hole in the ground.” He walked in his office and you looked at Roger, who was just as lost as you were. “Just for a couple of days. Shouldn’t be longer than that.”

“But, I don’t…”

“I know but you have to,” he tells you with his booming voice. “Here,” he says as he hands you a wad of cash. “For gas, food and a room.” He tosses you a car key. “Take the car. Don’t mess her up.” All you can do is stand there. “Here’s the address,” he hands you a slip of paper he just scribbled on. “Go home and get your things. It’s a 3 hour drive.” He walks in his office and slams the door.

You turn back to Roger, looking defeated. “Raincheck?” you ask.

“Of course,” he softly says with an equally soft smile. He takes the paper out of your hand and writes down his phone number. “Call me tonight so I know you’re safe.” He winks and kisses you one more time before walking back into the studio.

You finally get back to the dingy, cheap hotel room you rented for the night. You could have splurged for a nicer place, but this one is right across the street from where you need to be in the morning. You’re only here for a couple of nights anyway. It’s almost midnight – you lost track of time when you were at the bar next door having a good time with some of the locals. There was one in particular who caught your eye, and you really wanted to invite them back to your room, but you didn’t. You had a phone call to make anyway.

“This better be you, Y/N,” Roger answered, his voice raspy, sounding a mixture of sleepy and worry. “I’ve been worried fucking sick.”

“It’s me, Roger. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize what time it is.”

“Really?” He wasn’t happy. He was upset. Not angry, just… annoyed. “What were you doing? No one, I hope.”

You start to giggle. He’s upset, and you know he is, but you find his tone a bit endearing, and cute. “I was having some drinks. That’s all. I’m sorry,” you tell him, right before it dawned on you what he had just said. “And no, I wasn’t doing anyone, asshole.”

“Better not,” he chuckled deeply. “What are you doing now?”

“Nothing,” you say as your tone turns more relaxed, quieter. “Just got into bed.”

“All alone,” he said, his tone lowering, too. “Shame.” Just hearing his voice was soothing you. You didn’t realize how high strung you were today until he started talking in that soft, raspy voice. “Are you thinking about me?” he asks.

You giggle, with just a hint of embarrassment, because you absolutely were. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I am.”

“Thinking about my lips grazing yours, moving them down to your neck,” he whispers back. “My fingers running down your body…” He hears you. He hears your breathing get heavier and he smiles to himself. “I’m thinking about it too.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask once you clear your throat of that pocket of air that seemed to build up. You don’t know what else to say. He’s got you flustered.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers. “Spread your legs and touch yourself for me. Imagine those are my fingers running over your skin, down to that pretty little clit of yours.”

“You’re such a tease,” you breathlessly whisper, doing everything with your fingers he’s describing to you right now.

He chuckles. “If I was there I would be teasing you. Kissing every inch of you,” he stops and takes a deep breath. “Running my tongue all over you, tasting every single bit of you. Teasing your clit then sliding my fingers inside you.”

His breathing is starting to match yours. “Tell me what you’re doing right now,” you murmur. “Are you…”

He doesn’t give you the chance to finish asking. “Imaging your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

“My tongue licking around the tip, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth,” you whisper. “You like when I go slow, don’t you.”

“I’m so fucking hard right now, Y/N,” he gasps. “Wish I could be buried deep inside of you.”

You start biting your bottom lip, remembering exactly how he feels when he’s inside you. “I wish you were here right now so I could feel you…”

“So I could see your face when you cum for me,” he whispers. “I love watching you cum.”

“I love feeling you cum inside me,” you tell him, both of your breathing getting heavier and deeper.

He can barely talk anymore. “I think I’m going to cum just thinking about it,” he groans. You start moving your fingers faster and start to moan. “Fuck, babe. I love hearing you moan like that.”

“You gonna cum for me, Roger?” you ask. “Because I’m about to…” You couldn’t even finish your statement. Both of you climaxed at the same time, hearing each other in your ear through the phone receiver and you both start to giggle.

“I made a mess,” he laughed. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” you laugh. “Wow, indeed.”

“Still my naughty little minx,” he chuckles. “What are you doing to me?”

“Same thing you’re doing to me,” you tell him, your tone almost serious. The two of you sit there, quiet, listening to each other breathing over the phone. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the headboard.

“Get some sleep,” he tells you, breaking the silence. “Call me tomorrow.”

You can hear him smiling on the other end, and it brings a smile to your face. “I will,” you whisper. “I’ll make sure it’s not so late,” you giggle.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says before hanging up the phone.

[part 3 >>]

[williamhughkettles]

you're turning delightfully daddyesque

🤭☺️

[assassinomemoriale]

Percorso Ghiaccio Part 1

Ghiaccio: “Oh?  What is it…”

Ghiaccio: “...I should be the first to warn you, I have a temper that makes working together a hassle.” 

>: Should I ask Ghiaccio for guidance?

      >: [Please help me!]

      >: [Do something else]

Ghiaccio: “Huh?  I thought I told you I don’t like working together.”

Ghiaccio: “Despite that...you’re still persisting on it?  What are you doing?”

>: Ghiaccio seems pretty annoyed...

(((Note: If you don’t have a high enough patience stat, you’ll get a small rejection scene telling you at this point:

>: Capula does not have enough “patience” to spend the day with him…

>: ...I decide to quietly leave. )))

>: But due to Capula’s high “patience”, she can deal with his attitude…

>: [”Please!!!”]

Ghiaccio: “Huuuhhhh???”

Ghiaccio: “If you still really want to after how much I’ve said no...I guess you can come along.  Fuck!”

>: It seems that he accepted my company somehow…

Ghiaccio: “.......No helping it now.  Follow me.”

>: Ghiaccio drags me with him down to the basement…

>: ...........

>: We arrive in the record room in the basement…

Ghiaccio: “Here, hold onto this document here…”

>: What do I answer?

      >: [”Why?”]

      >: [”Understood”]

---[”Why?”]---

Ghiaccio: “Just do it and don’t complain.”

>: I was scolded by Ghiaccio...

(((Note: leads back to main dialog)))

---[”Understood”]---

Ghiaccio: “...Well, at least you know how to listen to orders.”

>: Ghiaccio reluctantly praised me...

(((Note: leads back to main dialog)))

Ghiaccio: “Look...I’m sorry if I come off as an asshole a lot, I just don’t like to waste time.”

Ghiaccio: “But me being sorry and looking after you doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you or treat you differently.”

Ghiaccio: “I need you to find me a document somewhere in this room.  Let’s call this a test of character.”

>: What do I answer?

     >: [”Isn’t there something else I could do instead?”]

     >: [”Okay, I can take care of this”]

---[”Isn’t there something else I could do instead?”]---

Ghiaccio: “You...you’ve got some nerve.”

(((Note: leads back to main dialog))) 

---[”Okay, I can take care of this”]---

Ghiaccio: “...Alright then.”

(((Note: leads back to main dialog)))

Ghiaccio: “..........”

Ghiaccio: “............I’m not the type of guy that’d normally do that sort of thing, but I wonder if I could still kick their ass if they messes up…”

>: Ghiaccio’s muttering like I’m not even here...

Ghiaccio: “Okay, I’m going back upstairs…”

Ghiaccio: “There’s plenty of time before I need any of this, so you don’t have to get it all done today.”

Ghiaccio: “But while you’re going through all of this, put a lot of thought into if you really want me to be the one teaching you.”

>: And so Ghiaccio leaves...

>: ...I decide to start organizing the materials.

>: ......Some time passes.......

>: I was planning on taking a break as soon as I got tired, but I never even felt my eyelids get heavy.

>: I might actually be suited for this kind of work...

>: ........!

>: It feels like someone’s coming...

Ghiaccio: “Hey, you...are you stupid or something?”

Ghiaccio: “I thought I told you we had time...you didn’t have to try and get it all done in one day.”

Ghiaccio: “Do you even realize that it’s technically not even the same day as when you started?”

Ghiaccio: “What are you thinking you idiot!”

>: What do I answer?

    >: [”I didn’t even notice”]

    >: [”I wanted to stay out of everyone’s way”]

---[”I didn’t even notice”]---

Ghiaccio: “How can you not even notice when you’re being stupid!  You’re going to make everyone worry about you.”

(((Note: leads back to main dialog)))

---[”I wanted to stay out of everyone’s way”]---

Ghiaccio: “What?  That’s not something you should even be worried about!”

(((Note: leads back to main dialog)))

>: Ghiaccio seems offended about something...

Ghiaccio: “............”

Ghiaccio: “....Fuck it, whatever.”

Ghiaccio: “I guess it’s sort of understandable...there’s no windows down here to help tell the time…”

Ghiaccio: “Don’t worry about the rest of this, I’ll take care of it.”

Ghiaccio: “...I know I’m going to regret this later.”

>: I feel like I understand a little bit more about Ghiaccio now...

>: New possibilities arise in Capula’s spirit...Capula developed the stand [Resist]!

>: Was that some sort of new ability waking up…?

>: It’s sort of nauseating...

Ghiaccio: “Hey!  What’s going on Capula?”

Ghiaccio: “.........Huh?  What stand?”

Ghiaccio: “Shit...you seem pretty out of it…”

Ghiaccio: “Look, you can lean on my shoulder until we get you up to your room.”

>: With some help from Ghiaccio, I return to my room...

>: I was actually able to get Ghiaccio to try and teach me something!

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[harryfeatgaga]

I'm glad my parents fucked when they did otherwise I would not be blessed to be alive sr the same time as Harry HE IS AN ICON AND IS ONLY 25 WHAT THE FUCK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Anonymous said: i am so ......... Harry is literally oooooozing BIG DICK ENERGY like you can see the confidence just radiating around him and just ugh like so dom/daddyesque tonight I want him to throw me around like I’m worth nothing

I FUCKIGJN KNOW CAN HE PLEASE END MY LIFE

Anonymous said: There’s a place in Rome where Alessandro goes to eat pretty frequently when he’s in town... anyway he goes there very often with his staff and coworkers and i know for a fact that he’s been there with Harry a couple of times. Anyways, I hope to meet him if so, it would be pretty amazing .... fingers crossed!

OH WORM?