#finally did it last night and i’m like ohhh that was so difficult but the payoff finally

[goldensunset]

did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back

[shootingstarwritings]

Wrestling With Some Feelings

Wrestling with some Feelings

“Wh-What are you doing…?" Ahmed moaned as a trail of slime slid into his singlet. Just the very touch caused his body to react with an eruption of pleasurable waves. He collapsed onto the locker room floor, slowly humping the floor to get any sort of friction on his hardening dick. "Haa… aahhhh...haaa…! This isn't… right." Ahmed bit down on his lip before letting down another desperate moan. So caught up in this invasive bliss that he didn't even care when the slimy creature squeezed itself into his leaking cock. Instead, he welcomed it. Thoughts of championships and the thrill of victory soon vanished beneath a blanket of ecstasy. "Ah! Ahhh! H-Holy fuck, I'm—!"

Ahmed wasn't able to finish as his body yielded to the enigmatic invader. His vision swam and he felt dizzy until he collapsed on a puddle of his precum. Ahmed's body convulsed on the ground, unable to even call for help, until he suddenly became rigid, back arched as if mid-orgasm. Then, he relaxed. Slowly, he rose from the ground and took a peek inside his wrestling singlet. "Damn kid, you got a sweet-ass body," he said, stretching his body and letting out a satisfying grunt as something popped. His more reserved personality and mannerisms were completely gone, as though it was someone else entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stay here forever. Just long enough to throw that match with Clay tonight. Can’t let my son lose that scholarship. You understand, right?” Adjusting his singlet again, the man in possession of Ahmed, Jerry, let out a sensual groan. “Ohhh, and maybe take advantage of this little body for a while. Not every day an old fart like me can be a young and sexy college stud for a few hours."

There was still time until the match, and considering how it would just be throwing the match to Clay, it wouldn’t take much effort. For now, Jerry could relax and enjoy what Ahmed's body had to offer. Grinning, he squeezed Ahmed's meat through the fabric and threw his head back in a low moan. "You're so lucky, being so sensitive. C'mon, let's get real acquainted."

Clay’s father had to struggle to keep his erection down as Clay seriously manhandled him the whole match. Each of Ahmed’s nerves seemed to be turbo-charged and Clay’s rough hands only seemed to aggravate that. With every slam and struggle—every time flesh met flesh with a flash of friction, Clay’s father found himself growing flushed. Didn’t even have to try that hard to throw, his over-horned body did the job for him.

Was it the spell or perhaps something more? Either way, soon Jerry found himself pinned to the mat with his son sneering down at him. The ref called the final point, and that was it. Jerry walked back to the locker rooms, ignoring the calls from his coach and friends. He couldn’t risk anyone catching on to his lack of disappointment.

To make sure the locker room would be empty, Jerry took an extremely long shower—checking his goods one last time before he would have to leave and return home to congratulate his son. Towel around his waist, he made his way over to the locker only to meet a meaty arm blocking his way. 

"Gotta say, kinda disappointed in your performance today, Ahmed," Clay said with a glare.

“Oh, Clay! Uh, wh-what can I say? Performance anxiety,” Jerry said, shrugging.

Clay tilted his head in confusion. “The hell’s happened to you? All jumpy and squirrely.” He took a step forward, cornering his father against the lockers. “You sick or something? Honestly looking real weird.”

Swallowing, Clay’s father said, “Um, I suppose you just have the magic touch,” he said, mind racing to come up with a lie that would be somewhat believable. “Body got all hot and cold with you manhandling me like that.” Jerry prayed that his face and ears weren’t turning as red as he thought they were.

Clay nodded to himself while squinting as if deciphering a difficult piece of text. "That so…?” Hoping that was enough, Jerry began to walk away. However, Clay slammed both of his arms against the lockers, pinning his father completely. “All you had to do was ask,” Clay whispered, his incredulous look turning into one of passion. Without a word, he leaned and kissed Jerry on his borrowed lips. Too shocked to even fight, Jerry leaned back and shut his eyes. What did this rush of passion mean? It was as if a dam had suddenly burst open.

Caught in this stream of passion, Jerry met Clay's kiss with equal aggression. It was as if he was possessed by whatever sentiments Ahmed had locked away deep inside of his subconscious. Either way, Jerry couldn’t even bother trying to resist the youthful hormones that danced in every inch of his hunky, borrowed body.

“Damn, you taste real fine,” said Clay, leaning away to stare at the giddy, bubbly mess that was Jerry. “Your lips feel so nice. Bet they’d be even better wrapped around my dick,” he said, slapping his thigh as he said so. Jerry glanced down and saw his son’s fully erect cock straining against the confines of the singlet. Wordlessly, he nodded and got down on his knees. The taste was so salty, but he didn’t mind it at all. Hearing his son’s pleasured moans and the cock threatening to unhinge Ahmed’s jaw was enough to get Jerry’s own dick hard.

“Make me see white,” Jerry breathed as he drew back with a pop. He spread his legs, trying to show as much of his ass he could. “Fuck me hard, Clay. I don’t think I can live without that cock inside of me once.”

“Say no more.” With a grunt of effort, Clay lifted Jerry up and placed him down onto one of the benches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentleman-y like.” Leaning up to steal another sensual kiss, Clay teased the rim of Ahmed’s hole with his cockhead. Jerry moaned and bit down on his lips. He took a few breaths, trying to relax, before just leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "Hold on, relax," whispered Clay, using a finger to loosen him up. "Got some lube in my locker. Give me a sec."

“You have what?” Jerry exclaimed as Clay briefly walked off. “H-How often do you do this here.”

Once Clay returned, he just grinned and said, “Enough.”

Though Jerry wanted to continue asking his son, the finger that penetrated him had another idea. Jerry, nearly cross-eyed, immediately tightened as a reflex. He leaned back, moaning like a slut as Clay slipped in another finger. Then another. “F-Fuck, I-I’m fucking cumming!” Jerry shouted as his dick erupted with shot after shot of pent-up aggression.

“Damn, came from just fingering?” Clay grinned. “Hope you still got fuel in the tank, Ahmed. I still haven’t got a chance to shoot my shot.”

Breathing heavily, Jerry nodded as he spread his legs even further. Despite his climax abating, the sensual haze in his mind didn’t leave. Instead, he felt as though he could cum again and again that night. “I’m still not satisfied. Split me in half, Clay!” He moaned. Although the more logical part of Jerry's mind screamed and begged, he didn't give a shit. He just wanted this hunky hole filled and his son's cock was the one thing that could fix that.

Clay wasted no time. He spread Jerry as much as he cut and gave a slow, experimental thrust. When Jerry didn't scream, he slowly picked up the pace. "Mm, yeah. Nrgh, fuck yeah," he grunted with every thrust. There was no reason to go so quick that it would take away from the passion. As promised, he was gentle with strong, rhythmic thrusts. Jerry met each one with the same rhythm. Every nerve seemed to be on fire as Clay's cock filled him—as though Jerry was finally complete. With this body and this cock inside of him, he was reaching Nirvana.

After what seemed like a lifetime of pleasure, Jerry noticed Clay’s core tightening. His face was flushed and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I’m—nggh—I’m gonna blow my load. Want me to cum inside?” Jerry quickly nodded. Clay grinned. “Good answer.” With renewed vigor, Clay continued plowing into Jerry as he babbled nonsense. “C’mon, Ahmed. Scream for me.” He said, slapping Ahmed’s quivering thighs.

“Oh my god,” said Jerry, covering his face to hide the tears. He was elated and embarrassed all at once. His own offspring was smashing him and all he could do was moan and allow it to happen. It had been years since he had sex this good, and he knew that Ahmed felt the same. No, for Ahmed it was even more intense. Somehow, Jerry understood that Ahmed had never had sex before. Now, at that moment, Jerry was losing his virginity for Ahmed. With that in mind, Jerry could feel his climax swiftly approaching.

“I'm gonna nut! I'm gonna—MMM!" Jerry stopped as Clay suddenly embraced him with a long, intense kiss. Unable to handle the heat and the passion any longer, Jerry climaxed. Both of their bodies became drenched in semen, but neither of them cared. All they wished was to taste as much of themselves in that kiss.

Sorry, Ahmed, thought Jerry, lemme just stay in this body for a little while longer. I’ll leave tomorrow in the morning. Promise.

[happyandticklish]

Tickletober Day One - Teasing

Notes: Finally wrote something for Helluva Boss! I’ve been wanting to for a while now but have been lacking in inspiration, but here it is! 

Summary: Blitzo and Stolas decide to try something new. 

“Well, look what we have here~”

His eyes sparkled horrendously down, matched with a light smile that had Blitzo’s insides squirming. He knew what the other was doing by now and panic and excitement fought for dominance inside him.

“Someone who’s impatient for you to get started already,” Blitzo drawled, rolling his eyes with a bored disinterest they both knew was merely a front. “I mean, really. How long are you going to make me wait here, you’ve already got me tied up. Might as well skip to all the fun stuff.”

He tugged on his wrists in emphasis, the bonds jerking back tightly in resistance. They were pulled far above his head, out of the way in case he tried to do anything ridiculous like protect himself.

“Ohhh, is someone getting all riled up?” Stolas asked, cocking his head at him in fake sympathy. His hands were rested slightly on his sides, where they had been for the last five minutes, unmoving. Blitzo’s nerves were on high alert, and he couldn’t help but twitch with every slight movement of those long fingers. “If you’re this eager for me to wreck you like the helpless little creature you are, you should have simply said so.”

Blitzo’s swallowed, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, well, it’s not like it’s doing me much good, is it? I’m starting to think you don’t have it in y—fuck! Fuck! Fuhuhuck!”

His strangled yelp was quickly followed by a stream of undignified giggles, squirming back into the mattress as Stolas’s fingers launched into action all at once. Dragging lightly over the skin, gentle scratches that were made all the worse by the nails that seemed to have direct access to his nervous system. “S-Shihihit, Stohohoholas!”

“Yes, Blitzy dear~?”

“Ihihihihit fuhuhuhucking tihihihickles!”

“Well, I should hope so,” Stolas agreed simply. His fingers seemed almost to dance on his sides, an elegant and graceful action that Blitzo couldn’t help but find oddly alluring despite the way it was driving him utterly insane. “That is the point of this after all, is it not? To “tickle you until you could hardly think” were the words you used, I believe. Of course I’m happy to oblige. There’s nothing I love more than watching you laugh and squirm underneath me.”

“Fuhuhuhuhuck ohohohoff!” Blitzo managed, the only thing he could think to say. It was hard to think of good comebacks under the circumstances. Red flushed violently across his features, though it was difficult to tell with his natural hue.

It was Blitzo who had first come to Stolas, suggesting they do things differently that night. It had taken quite a bit of guessing on the latter’s part, as Blitzo had struggled through his words, unable to get out the simple request. Stolas was patient, however, listening to him explain and waiting while he tried to find the right words. He had been very sweet then, quickly assuring the other that there was nothing wrong with him, and of course he would be willing to try it. Now, however, the owl’s words had taken a different turn, a teasing lilt to them that made Blitzo’s head spin in the best way.

“Where’s all that eloquence from earlier?” Stolas inquired, caressing his hips with deft strokes and swirls. “You always were so good with your words, never without a comment. You seem quite subdued now, though.”

Blitzo arched up in response to the tickling, which unfortunately only brought him closer to those devious fingers. “S-Shuhut ihihit ohohor I-I’ll mahahake yohou!”

Stolas’s voice took on a dangerous pitch, a smirk unfolding slowly across his face. “Make me? Oh Blitzy, I don’t think you can make me do anything right now. No, I think the only thing you’ll be doing tonight is laughing. You can handle that, can’t you darling?”

“Fuhuhuck yohohou!” Blitzo managed to growl, tossing back a rebellious glare.

“Well that’s not very nice, now is it?” Stolas squeezed his hips in warning and Blitzo yelped, ticklish shocks traveling from where the former’s thumb dug into the nerves there. “You might make me resort to drastic measures.”

Blitzo knew exactly where he was talking about, his struggling increasing accordingly. “D-Dohohohon’t yohohou dahare!”

“Tickle,” Stolas started slowly, his words lilting teasingly as his touch travelled downwards, landing on his thighs. “Tickle…” Gently stroking the skin, a prelude to what was to come. “Tickle!”

Blitzo threw his head back with a stream of curses and cackling as Stolas squeezed the spot, his nerves jumping near out of his skin. His thighs had always been infuriatingly sensitive, a fact Stolas had been quick to discover and take advantage of. It was both Blitzo’s worst and best spot, and he thrashed and squirmed wildly on the bed, unsure whether he wanted to escape or not.

They had established a safe word in the beginning, just in case, and Blitzo found himself torn. He needed it to end and yet at the same time he couldn’t stop a well of disappointment from rising up inside himself at the idea of the tickling coming to a stop. It was conflicting in an odd, new way that Blitzo didn’t entirely hate.

“NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Blitzo squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut so he didn’t have to face that piercing gaze. It didn’t help.

“Not here? You don’t really mean that, do you?”

Fuck him. Blitzo’s blush was worsening by the second. He couldn’t respond, couldn’t think of a good response, too wrapped up in laughing his head off.

“It’s alright,” Stolas assured him. “There’s no need to answer. You can just sit back and laugh and let the tickling overtake you until it’s all you can think of. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

As Blitzo continued to giggle and writhe and let out all kinds of profanity, some never before heard by demon ears, he had to admit that it did. 

[weasvlys]

Jealous

Fred Weasley x Y/N (FEMALE! READER)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex (choking, spanking and hair pulling), unprotect sex, sexual grafic contenten, curses, explicit language.

Word count: 2131.

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"Harry! Are you kidding? You haven't prepared anything for the second task?!" By the look on Harry's face you already knew he didn't even know what was about "Oh Harry! At least do you know what it is about?" You ask again, desperate for an answer. Since that your father, Sirius Black, knew that Harry had entered in the triwizard tournament he had desperately asked you to watch for him and help him in all the tests to ensure, if not win, survive, and, of course, being the youngest of the 4 champions, he was the most inexperienced and in the same way the least likely to survive any of the tests and since the previous one, being dragons, nothing less was expected from this, it was rumored that it could be hunting some magical beast, but there were all just rumors.

"Uhm... Well, kind of... When I put it under water I heard a song, and sounds like they gave a message- a hint about what the test was going to be. " Harry said discouraged.

"Brilliant! But... Why do you look kinda sad about it?"

"Well, It's... Just that the song is kind of complicated to decipher, i already know that I have to look for something under water, but I'm not sure what, and i have no idea of how I'm going to breath under water for one hole our, Hermione, Ron and I already look in the hole library, but there's nothing, and it's in just one week..." He said hurriedly and worried, so much so that it was quite difficult to understand what he wanted to say, but you did understand. "Have you ask my dad? He might have an idea..." You said, tried to comfort him, but it didn't work, Harry quickly shook his head in desperation to dispel your idea, he said "I don't want to worry him much less encourage him to come, you know he is in great danger near the school grounds, more so now that Mr. Crouch seems to be so interested in the tournament"

"Right... Well, let's go to the library, something useful must be there, something that might be you and your friends didn't see last time" you said a little discouraged, it seemed that not even being days years older than Harry and the same age as Cedric gave you a bit of experience in these topics, you should have paid attention in class the last 5 years, but you were too busy coming up with new ways to tease Filch with the twins.

They had been there for about 2 hours and still found nothing useful, not a spell, not a potion, not even a curse. Samples you read the fifth dome of "Modern spells for modern magicians" you began to hear someone doing "psssstt" behind you, at first you thought they might be talking to someone else, but then you remembered that only you and Harry were there, and it was definitely not Harry, since he was totally and hopelessly asleep on the first dome of the same book, you turned around just to find a Fred Weasley.

"Yes?..." You said waiting for a short answer since at least that night you still had to find that it was a clue of how Harry could survive. "Can we have a word?" He said, it seems like he was angry but you didn't you paid so much attention to it. "Well... Yes, do you wanna sit here?" You respond pointing to the seat next to you, "I mean, just you and me, something more personal" he said obvious, you stand up and went outside the library while he follow you behind.

"What is it?" You said a little fed up, ready to go to sleep "Well... I-I..." He replied stammering "Fred, is it something that can't wait? You see, I'm helping Harry, and we could use a hand" You replied, now desperate for an answer "No. It can't, look, I don't like you spending so much time with Harry." At first you thought it was a joke, but when you see his expression, you knew it wasn't "What?" You said kind of angry, there was no reason for you to not help Harry, he needed you "I just don't like you to be always around him, walking in the castle, you look like you are dating, Are you? Because I don't think you could make a good couple, you are just waisting your time and i don't think he's not good for you and i just think if you gonna date some one that person should be more than enough and-" Fred kept saying angry in a very particular way, you've never seen him like this "Fred ... Fred!" Fred kept saying angry in a very particular way, you've never seen him like that "Fred!! What the hell are you talking about? Harry and I were not dating and if it were like that, it wouldn't- ohhh... Ohhhhh! Merlin! I know what happens here... " You said realizing what was happening, Fred Weasley was jealous of Harry, you started laughing, it was unimaginable, Fred jealous? "No. No. No. It's not what you think Y/N, it's just that's-" He hastened to answer now quite nervous "Yes it is!! You are jealous!" You started to say laughing, and from one moment to another and without notice, you felt Fred's lips on yours, they were soft and sweet, you felt butterflies inside you from the sensation of his hands taking your waist, after a while it detached itself from you, you were overwhelmed and surprised, there was a nervous silence for a couple of seconds, but soon and without wasting time you quickly took Fred by the face and directed him to your lips again to now give him a more passionate kiss, to which he corresponded, it was time he pulled more of your hips, it seemed that he was hungry, he began to lower his hands to your thighs, and there he began to walk his hand under your skirt gently but quickly you lowered his hands, he obeyed when they finally detached from the kiss your lips said in a whisper together "you don't know how long I had wanted to kiss you ..." You just smile and then take him by the hand and guide him to the library, you looked everywhere and it seemed that there was no one, not even Harry, who had been sitting there minutes ago, surely left after seeing you exchanging saliva with Fred "Would you help me?..." you said holding a book and putting it away, he took another book and did the same, you continued doing it, when without prior notice he began to caress your thigh that was discovered when you reached up to raise the book that was on top.

When you felt his touch you quickly turned around surprised and he just smiled flirtatious, you turned around again, ignoring it, worse again it did, and this time climbing even more to your butt, when you got up he got dangerously close to you heard "Kissing you is not the only thing I've wanted to do for a long time" he said with a smirk "oh yeah?... What else have you wanted to do to me? " You answered in the same way while I looked at you again in that way so lustful and hungry, a look that weakened your knees and gave a particular sensation of pleasure to your center, you turned around sitting on the table, he was right in front of you, he smiled and directed his right hand to your thigh caressing it while staring at you, he raised his other hand and with his finger he brought you to his face by the chin and began to kiss you gently and temptingly, leaving soft bites on your lower lip, you you took off from the kiss and, apparently angry, he press your thigh harder making you moan sileviosam and quickly, and with the same hand that was on your chin, he aggressively grabbed your neck and pulled you towards him to kiss you again, now in a more aggressive way.

He raised your face and began to kiss your clavicle, leaving marks there, began to unbutton your shirt and remove your tie, what made you moan, tried to do it as quietly as possible, lowered his hand to your chest and squeezed one of your breasts over the bra, making you moan, he looked up and smiled triumphs, and with both hands he took off your shirt, breaking some buttons that are not unbuttoned, you raised your hands to remove the tie but Fred took your wrists and said "Leave it... The skirt too" He said in a whisper as he directed his hands to your back and unbuttoned your bra, he raised his hands to the straps to remove it, without first giving you a look seeking approval, you nodded approving, he smiled at you and when he took it off he stared at them, you could almost see how he was drooling "You're beautiful Y/N" He said, and then he took one of them and quickly directed them to your mouth, where he began to suck, which made you moan with pleasure while you must have gotten more and more wet.

You lowered your hands to the edge of his sweater and and you took it off, he detached himself from your chest and lifted his face and hands, you pulled his tie and again they began to kiss while you took off his shirt and tie quickly, again Fred placed his hand on the inside of your thigh and quickly brought it to your core, where he began to caress the circles with his thumb, when you felt his touch you moaned on his lips "I can feel how wet you are through your panties love ..." He said in such a sexy way you felt that pleasure again in your center, he put his hands on your hips and quickly turned you around, leaving your entire ass in his sight, I lift your skirt leaving your ass almost bare, you moaned at his action and with his hands he squeezed the area, making you moan loud.

Fred put his left hand on your left hip, put his right hand on your butt and gave a strong spanking that made you moan loudly "I hope this shows you how you can only be around with me" and gave another even harder spanking, which made your clit throb and moan even louder, and gave another, and another noticing how you moaned louder each time, he separated his hand from your hip and under his face and left a soft kiss on one of your buttocks and when he was there he could appreciate how wet you were and how it looked through your panties "You are so fucking wet Y/N" He take the springs of the panties and slowly lower them, watching the flow form webs as it detaches from your pussy "Fuck..." He whisper surprised.

He pull his pants followed by his boxers, as soon as he lowered them, his hard and sore erection bounced, with one of his hands he took his cock and with the other he took your hip, placed the tip on your entrance, playing "Please Fred..." You said eager to be penetrated, "What do you say little girl?..." Playfully replied "Please... Fuck me, Freddy..." You responded by pushing your hips to his cock, You felt like he put his penis inside you slowly, damn it! It was so big... He started to go out and into you softly, waiting for you to get used to it, but not hard because he quickly put both hands on your head and picked up speed, penetrating you so fast and hard that make you go crazy and scream with pleasure.

With his right hand he grabbed your hair and pulled it, which made you moan even louder, the faster you could feel it touching your g-spot, You could feel how little by little you were tightening more and more, the heat was concentrated, you moaned in an almost pornographic way, you felt how you came on his cock as well as him inside of you, he came out slowly as he watched that white viscous liquid drip from your entrance, and with tired breathing he sat in a chair behind him while he tried to regulate his breathing, you rotate and you did the same, staying next to him.

"Do you want to go to the honey dukes on Saturday with me? "He said a little nervous "Sure" you smiled, you could never get tired of this.

[drabblingdraco]

✬ Arranged ✬ Part 2 Draco Malfoy x Reader

I received a lot of requests for a part 2 to Arranged. I’ve finally come up with some ideas to continue! Maybe even a part 3 ;)

Part 1 

Warning: SMUT GALORE (unprotected sex, female receiving)

If you are underage please do not read.

Y/N’s POV

It had been only been a week after you arrived at the Malfoy Manor. To your surprise, you’d been enjoying your stay so far. What began as a forcible “vacation” brought upon by the Malfoy’s and your parents turned into an enjoyable experience so far.

After your kiss with Draco, things seemed to be less tense. You both were getting along better than ever. You’d take pleasant walks in the garden (unlike before), have tea on the patio as you watch the sunset, stay up late talking about your desires, likes, and dislikes, the upcoming years at Hogwarts.

He managed to open up to you rather quickly. Even after he confessed his love for you, you expected him to remain reserved. Although he hasn’t kissed you since the night you arrived, he’d steal cheek kisses and subtle touches on your shoulders or hips. It gave you butterflies every time without fail.

Today we were planned to take engagement photos. Although Draco hadn’t proposed, this was still a long awaited arranged marriage. As you thought about the future as a Malfoy, you weren’t sickened by it like you were a week ago.

Mother had sent you a beautiful gown to wear for the shoot. As the photographers were setting up downstairs in the foyer, you were getting your makeup done by Narcissa.

“I don’t mean to pry but..I see you and draco are getting along rather nicely, yes?”

“Yes, I guess we’ve grown a liking for each other..” you looked away shyly.

“Oh don’t be embarassed dear! I’ll tell you a secret to ease your mind.” She cleared her throat “I too was arranged to wed Lucius, I was not his biggest fan at first, but I’ve grown to love him for everything he is.”

“That’s good to know. Thank you, Narcissa.”

“Come, look at my handy work!”

You got up out of your seat and looked in the mirror. She gave you a smoky green and black eye look with basic facial makeup.

“I love it,” you smiled at her.

“Now get that beautiful gown on and come downstairs.” She then left the room.

You let your hair fall out of its clip. You untied your robe as it fell to the ground, revealing nothing but your black strapless bra, black lace thong, knee high panty house and black heels. As you unzipped the bag your dress was in, the door swung open and Draco was on the other end. At first he looked away, but when he looked back at you there was nothing but awe in his eyes.

“I- Uh may I come in? Just need to fix my hair.”

You stood motionless, trying to chose your next words. It’s not like you could say no, it was his room after all, so you didn’t deny him that.

“Oh of course.” Your breath hitched as his eyes lay locked on you and your illuminated figure.

He walked to his vanity, sitting in the chair as he grabbed a comb. You watched from the corner of your eye as he skillfully played with his grey blonde locks. You caught him locking his orbs with yours yet again and looked away, continuing to put on your dress.

You removed it from the bag and unzipped it, giving you enough room to stick your feet in through the top and pull it up. You had to admit it was a beautiful piece of clothing. The top half was corset like, there were small points above both breasts, which lifted them up and made them even more apparent. The corset had small minimal lines going down just above your waist. The bottom was pure smooth silk. And of course, it was all dark, Slytherin green. As you lifted the dress up it was difficult to pull up the zipper behind you. Draco sat at his vanity and sprayed some cologne on him.

“Draco?”

“Yes dea-I mean y/n?”

You silently giggled at his almost comment. “Could you help me?” You darted your eyes towards your zipper. He rose from his seat and walked towards you. As you moved your hair infront of you so it wouldn’t get caught, you felt Draco’s cold finger tips on your spine, sending jolts through your entire body. As he reached the top, he placed both his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to your ear.

“You look..ravishing..my dear.”

You hid your blush from him and turned to face him. “Why thank you..you look delicious as well”

He furrowed his brows. “I MEAN DELIGHTFUL- YES, DELIGHTFUL.” Now you couldn’t help hiding your blush, it was too late.

“That’s you my dear, you..look..delicious.”

You suppressed your thoughts and spoke, “shall we go downstairs then?”

“Let’s.” He held out his arm and you locked yours with it as you headed down the stairs.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and untwined your arms. You could see the foyer set up for the honorable Malfoy portrait, the same backdrop as all the other family photos.

You and Draco listened to the photographer as he told you how to stand. Draco stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in tight. You placed both of your hands on top of his, as you were instructed.

You sensed a presence behind you and it wasn’t just Draco himself..it was below the belt Draco. He shuffled trying to shake his erection but it wasn’t helping. If anything it made it worse.

“You two were lovely to photograph. I’ll get these to you by next week.”

“Thank you sir, have a great rest of your day.” You said with a smile.

You and Draco went upstairs back to his bedroom. As much as you loved that dress, it was choking the life out of you. Before you even realized Draco was right behind you, you peeled your dress off of you, dropping it on the floor. You felt him snake his hands around your waist and his chest against your back. He took a long breath, you could feel it against your cold skin.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you when you look like this.” You completely forgot you only wore your bra, panties, hose and heels. As you felt his hardness grow, you spun around to face him, pressing your hips into him.

“Show me,” you whispered.

He was shocked to get that response, but it didn’t matter because in a matter of seconds he was pushing you on to his bed.

He towered over you kissing your thighs, going up your stomach and finally your neck. He took his sweet time there, leaving long and passionate bites. You moaned as he continued to do what seemed to come so natural to him, turning you on.

He released himself from the nap of your neck and grabbed his wand. He put a silencing spell on his room. Just after feeling his lips on your skin, you knew you were going to need that charm.

You sat up and scooted backwards towards the head of the bed, Draco following you with your lips locked at all times. You started to untangle his clothes. First his tie, blazer and finally his dress shirt. You both worked together to unbutton it. He did the honors of ripping his belt off, the metal clang as it hit the floor.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in my life.” He said breathlessly, reaching his hand down towards your thong. “I hope to have the pleasure of making such a beautiful girl scream my name.”

He pushed your panties aside and began moving in large circles around your clit. Your head naturally rolled backwards in pleasure. His other hand grabbed your chin, moving it to face you.

“I want to watch you untangle under my hands..figuratively and...” he paused, going ever faster, “and literally.” He smashed his lips with yours.

You pushed him away by his shoulders.

“Draco please,” you whined. “I need you now.”

“Say no more, love...one more thing.”

He knelt down and pulled your panties off. Placing his hands on your hips, he yanked your body closer to him, making you yelp in surprise.

“A gift for my fiancé.” He smirked.

His mouth found its way to your pussy, flicking with his tongue over and over. You moaned with excitement. You looked down, watching him tear your nerves apart. His thumbs pressed into your hips, inching you closer to him with each lick he took of you.

“Draco..” you were breathless. “Fuck me, fuck me please!” You screamed.

He purred as he took one last stroke on you. He stood up and removed his pants and boxers.

He brought his tip to your entrance and slid in, like putting a glove on a hand. You gasped, then let out a soft moan. He pumped himself in and out slowly at first.

“Ohhh Princess..” He moaned.

You started going faster as you bucked your hips closer to him. Will each stroke he went in deeper every time. When he reached your g spot you released a high pitch moan, and that made him go crazy. You pulled him down to you and stole his lips. Your legs now around him as he pounded into your pussy.

You flipped him over and now you were the one on top. He didn’t oppose this idea one bit. As you adjusted yourself, you started jumping up and down, each time his dick going in further. One of his hands was gripping your hip, while the other snuck it’s way to your clit. The pleasure sent you into a frenzy. You grabbed his shoulders, sinking every nail into his skin.

“Yeah Princess, take it all in.”

You went as fast as your body could go.

“Oh, oh, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Me too baby. Go ahead, cum all over my dick.”

“Ohh yeah!” You screamed in pleasure as you both climaxed to your body’s content.

You pulled yourself off of him and fell down on the bed next to him. Panting, you both stared at each other with smiles.

He licked his lips and took a deep breath. “Is this a bad time to officially propose?”

[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

Love of my life, could you write for me some beautiful geraskier? There's a prompt; the story is taking place first few days after Jaskier meet Geralt and decided to stick with him. Geralt wasn't very found of it and was more annoyed when he had to save the bard from monster (Jaskier probably is being more dramatic about it then he should be) and/or some people that didn't like the preformet and they happened to be more violent then others. Jaskier is sorry about those actions of course, but Geralt is still pissed of until Geralt gets into trouble (u chose how dangerous ❤️) and now it's Jaskier role to save him (spoiler; they'll be fine at the end) and from then Geralt isn't that sceptical about the bard.

Sorry for any language errors. Have a great day!

Hello darling! I know its been like... thirty thousand years since you sent me this prompt so... sorry for the wait? I hope it lives up to expectations if you didn’t completely forget you sent it 😅😅😅

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Geralt sighed as Jaskier sent another wink toward the pretty barmaid. The pretty barmaid that was very obviously married to the rather large man sitting at the bar. Staring angrily at Jaskier.

The pair had been travelling together for about a week at this point, Jaskier proving to be a rather persistent type of mold that Geralt just couldn’t quite manage to get rid of. Geralt’s fondness for his new travelling companion was rather limited. The man was useful on occasion but really it was starting to seem like he was far more trouble than he was worth.

Jaskier strummed his lute one last time, sending another provocative wink in the direction of the barmaid. Just as he swung his lute strap over his head and bent down to place the instrument in its case, the large man from the bar stood up, making his was over to Jaskier, lumbering intimidatingly.

Sighing, Geralt stood from his seat. Really, one of these days, he would need to let Jaskier get his ass beat to a pulp. Maybe that would teach him to be more careful in choosing his bedmates. Or at least a bit more discreet about it.

Geralt felt rage run through him as the man approached Jaskier from behind and lifted his arm, ready to strike. Geralt reached out and grabbed the man’s arm, spinning him around, “Would you really hit a man with his back turned?” he growled out. The man paled visibly and stepped back. He was probably used to being the largest man in the room, but not with Geralt there. He shook his head, not uttering a word, and made his way back over to the bar, his head down. The barmaid was blushing a bright shade of red.

Geralt turned to look back as Jaskier who was staring at him in shock, “Thank you! I didn’t even hear him come up behind me. Surely, he couldn’t have been that offended by my set. Everyone else appreciated it!”

Geralt grabbed Jaskier by the upper arm, ushering the bard up the stairs, “Geralt? Geralt! What is going on?”

Geralt growled, “Shut up. He was trying to hit you because you were winking at his wife.”

“His wife?”

“The barmaid.”

Jaskier was quiet for a beat, “Ohhh… I didn’t realize that was her husband.”

“But you knew she was married.”

“Well, sure. But it wasn’t a happy marriage by any means so if I could offer her a night of ple-”

Geralt shoved Jaskier through the door to their shared room, “Go to sleep. At least you don’t tend to cause fights with your snores.”

-

“Okay, no, I’m not listening to this anymore.”

Geralt pressed a hand to his temple, already feeling the headache beginning. He had told the bard to remain quiet and not interrupt his negotiations. This particular alderman was known to shortchange him, always arguing that Geralt didn’t actually do what he said or claiming that it wasn’t worth the price Geralt was demanding. The price that he and Geralt had agreed upon prior to Geralt taking the contract. And so, he hadn’t wanted Jaskier getting in the way and making things worse.

“Jaskier,” He said sharply, but the bard in question simply waved one hand dismissively, not even looking at Geralt.

“Alderman, you agreed upon a price. Pay the price.” He placed his hands on his hips, staring the alderman down haughtily.

The man sputtered, “I’ll not have you interfering with my business, bard.”

“Oh, well in that case, I’ll keep my comments to myself for now and instead relay them to the headmaster when I next pass through Oxenfurt.”

The man stared at Jaskier coldly, “And what would that matter to me?”

Jaskier shook his head, shrugging, “Nothing, I don’t suppose. I’m sure that a well-respected professor who graduated with honors and is a personal friend with the headmaster speaking ill of an alderman certainly wouldn’t affect that particular towns chances for hosting the upcoming bardic event.”

The man paled slightly, “And how would you know if I were trying to host that?”

“Well, I have won that particular competition that last five years so I suppose it would make some sense that they would ask my opinion. I hear that the towns that host it often see a great increase in profits after. It must be a great boon to the town. It would be a shame if the town were to lose that because their alderman was a greedy bastard who went back on his word.”

The alderman grunted, yanking a bag of coin out of his desk and throwing it angrily at the bard, “There. Now leave, and don’t you dare speak word of this to anyone at Oxenfurt.”

Jaskier weighed the bag thoughtfully, the coins inside clinking, “No worries, I won’t mention what a stingy bastard you are. Although I will tell them about the rest of my time here. Come along, Geralt.” Jaskier smiled a rather sinister grin at the alderman before turning on his heel and walking out triumphantly.

-

Back in their room, Geralt counted out the coins carefully, finding 50 more ducats than he had asked for. He looked up at Jaskier curiously, “Why did you do that?”

Jaskier looked up at Geralt, blinking slowly as if it took him a moment to understand what Geralt was talking about, “He was being difficult, and I had a way to speed things along.”

“I didn’t need your help,” Geralt grunted.

“Of course you didn’t. But I gave it anyway.”

Geralt frowned, he didn’t understand the bard sometimes. Ever, really. He just gave freely, help and kindness just flung about, wherever he could give it. It wasn’t something Geralt was used to.

“Why?” Geralt finally asked, his eyes meeting Jaskier’s own.

Jaskier shrugged, “You’ve been good to me, Geralt. Let me do you kindness in return.”

Geralt couldn’t imagine Jaskier ever being anything but kind. Although… “Did you really mean it when you told the alderman you could ruin his chances at hosting the competition?”

Jaskier hummed, a satisfied smirk on his face, “I did. And, seeing as I don’t have anything nice to say about this shit hole, I can guarantee he won’t be happy when the decision is announced.”

Geralt let out a surprised chuckle, it seemed that the bard really did have teeth.

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[spencessmile]

Let Me In

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Reader 

Summary - Spencer takes you to visit his mother but it doesn’t go as planned.  

Warnings - Angst & Fluff 

Word Count -  2,510 words

All imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and post it without my consent. 

Feedback and comments are always welcome. Happy reading! 

Requests are open!

**  

Even though you've been to Las Vegas for a couple of cases, but after profiling and catching unsubs you want nothing more than to go home so you never got the chance to spend any time exploring the city. 

You and Spencer landed in Las Vegas on Friday. Spencer dragged you around between Saturday and Sunday showing you some places here and there and all of his favorite places. 

It was Monday morning and you found yourself putting on too many layers of clothes. You looked out the window and noticed the trees blowing, indicating that it was windy. Even though it was almost March the forecast was between 36 to 40 degrees. You were used to cold weather but after being in warm weather and suddenly finding yourself in a colder environment, it completely messed with your body. 

"One steaming cup of coffee for my love," Spencer put the cup down, wrapping his hands around your waist. 

"Spence," You groaned. "Why is it so cold?" Spencer snuggled his neck into your shoulder. 

"We live in Virginia," He chuckled. 

You looked at him through the mirror. "Yeah, so?" 

"Virginia is way colder than Vegas." 

"Were in Nevada, this is the desert," You say. "It's not supposed to be this cold."

"Baby, the desert is known for the temperatures dropping below freezing." 

"Yeah whatever you say genius," You mumbled. "I'm still cold by the way," Spencer moved to his closet and pulled out a long royal blue scarf. He wrapped it nicely around your neck, pulling your hair out watching it loosely fall into your shoulders. 

"How about now?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. 

"Ohhh," You said, snuggling your chin in the incredibly soft scarf. "Much better." 

"Good," He said, kissing your cheek. "Have your coffee and then we'll get going, alright?" You nodded. 

You and Spencer have been dating for three years and Spencer told you about the condition of his mother. A couple of months into dating you introduced Spencer to your parents but you never pushed to meet his mother knowing the situation. You know that Spencer would take you to meet her whenever he felt the time was right. 

**

Your head was in Spencer's lap, as you both were watching a random movie on TV.

"Can I ask you something?" Spencer suddenly asked, you turned your face towards his. 

"Fire away." 

Spencer played with your hair, lingering with his thoughts. You reached up for his face. "What's wrong?" 

"Would you want to meet my mother?" You were taken back by his sudden question and Spencer took notice, immediately.  

It was at times like this that being an FBI profiler, sucked. You and Spencer read each other super quickly. You both promised each other that when you started dating that you would never profile each other but it's easier said than done. 

"Why did you ma-" 

"No," You sat up quickly and stopped him before he could continue. "I'm just taken back because you asked so suddenly." 

"Are you not ready to meet her?" He asked. 

"It's not that." 

"When what?" 

"Spence," You held his hands. "Just because you met my parents, I don't want you to feel that you have to introduce me to your mom. I want you to introduce me whenever you feel ready. I don't care if that takes seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, or decades. I want to meet her when you feel comfortable. I will never push you." 

Spencer pulled you in for a hug, "I love you."

"I love you too," You pulled back. 

"Can I tell you something?" 

"Yeah." 

"I'm comfortable with you meeting my mom." 

"Then I'd love to meet the woman who raised you." 

**

You and Spencer got to the facility where his mom was, but before opening the door Spencer pulled at your hand, halting your steps towards. 

"What's wrong?" You asked, the wind blowing your hair. 

"Before we go inside I need to know if you're okay with this?" 

"I'm fine." 

"I never know what type of day she is having but I always hope for the best Y/N," Spencer says. "I just don't want her to terrify you or say something that might offend you because she can sometimes do that." 

"That's not her talking," You spoke. "That's the medications she's on." 

"I know," Spencer nodded. "I just hope she's having a good day." 

"Well if she is having a bad day, I'm sure it'll turn around once she sees this beautiful face," You said, squishing Spencer's face and he lightly laughed. "Come on, I want to meet the lovely woman you raised such a dorky, intelligent, and handsome man whom I love so much." 

You reached up on your tiptoes and gave him a kiss, and you felt him relax. Spencer took a deep breath lacing his hand with yours. 

Spencer stepped into the facility first and you followed. There was a woman standing at the door and she greeted Spencer with a wide smile. You flashed the woman your ID and she nodded. 

"Spencer I should warn you about your mother's condition before you go in to see her," She said holding her clipboard. 

"Dr. D's/N, I already know the condition of my mother." You could feel Spencer tense up beside you. 

"There have been rece-" 

"If I have any further concerns I will speak to you," Spencer led you down the hall and stopped in front of the beige-colored door. Spencer carefully stepped into the room and you followed. Sitting on a chair near the bed was a woman, who was flipping through, what looked like a scrapbook. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a flannel pajama with a hoodie. 

"Hi mom," Spencer said softly, not wanting to startle his mom. She immediately closed the book and moved her chair further back. 

"Spencer?" She questioned. "What are you doing here?" 

"I came to see you," He said walking up to her. She flashed him a small smile and hugged Spencer. They stayed hugging each other for a few moments and you couldn't help but stare. Spencer's mom noticed you were staring and pulled back. 

"Spencer, who on earth is that? Why is she staring?" She pointed to you. 

"Mom," Spencer motioned for you to come closer. "This is Y/N, my girlfriend," You took a step forward. 

"No!" She said looking away from you. "Don't come any closer." 

"Hey, hey," Spencer said, putting his hands on his mom's shoulders. "It's okay, she's not going to hurt you. She's with me." 

You didn't move an inch from your spot. "Ms. Reid, it-" 

"Do not say my name from that disgusting mouth of yours!" She yelled at you. "Spencer get her out of here!" 

"Mom what are you doing?" Spencer said looking at his mom with concern, helping her sit down. "She's harmless," Spencer looked back at you. "Y/N, come here," You just continued to look at Spencer's mom. 

"NO!" She yelled, starting to panic. "She was here all last night! She was watching me through the door! I saw her, Spencer!" 

"Mom sh-" 

"She tried to kill me last night, she stood by the door all last night!" Spencer's mom threw a flower vase at you, but your quick reflexes were faster as you moved out of the way, watching it shatter into pieces beside you. 

"Mom, what are you doing?!" Spencer asked as she continued to throw things at you. 

"Spence, it's okay," You finally said. "I'll go, I'll just wait outside. It's okay." 

"Y/N, no wait," As Spencer tried to grab your hand Spencer's mom grabbed him by the arm. 

"Do not follow that wicked evil woman! She's pure evil. She tried to kill me last night Spencer!” 

"Mom Y/N didn't try to kill you last night. She was wit-" He tried to explain. 

"Noooooooooo!!!" She yelled. Before you could even leave the room, nurses came rushing it. You decided to give them space and walked out of the facility. You walked outside until you saw a bench. 

You sat down waiting for Spencer. The wind had picked up a bit so you put your hands in your pocket and leaned your head towards your knees, looking down at your shoes. It stayed like that for a while until you heard the facility doors open. 

"Y/N?" You heard someone call out for you, you stood up and saw Spencer standing on the steps. "Y/N?" He called out to you again. 

"Spence!" You waved your hand until he caught your attention. As soon as he noticed you he ran to you as fast as his feet allowed him. He pulled you in for a hug immediately. 

"Are you okay?" You ask, rubbing his back and he pulled back.

"I should be asking you that." 

"I'm fine," You answer. 

You knew Spencer had a lot on his mind, you guided him towards the bench and sat down. Neither of you said anything. You could tell Spencer was building his walls. When he built walls he pushed everyone out, that included; you. 

Over the years you were the person Spencer would talk to everything about, you were his person. He shared almost everything with you. You once pushed Spencer to tell you about his family since you knew nothing about them and Spencer refused but you kept pushing and pushing, little did you know that while you pushed Spencer he had silently built up a wall from ever talking about his family. 

When Morgan and JJ told you about Spencer's mother, you immediately apologized for pushing. Ever since then you never brought it up. 

"Spence, you built up these walls when it comes to your mother and family. I will never understand how you feel," It was true, you would never know how he feels on a daily basis about his family but you always try to be there for him. "I know it's difficult for you to talk about it with people but you can't block me out. You have to let me in." 

Spencer laid his head on your shoulder, not saying anything but letting you know he heard you. 

"I'm so sorry," Spencer finally spoke up. 

"No," You said. "Don't you dare apologize to me." 

"I didn't know she was having a bad day or that she would say those things to you. If I had known I would have never brought you here to meet her." 

"Spence there is no way you could have known that she was having a bad day." 

"She's been confused when she meets new people but she's never thrown flower vases at them. I don't why she started to act that way. And the things she said to you," Spencer stopped to look at you. 

"I didn't take any offense to her words Spencer," You say, quietly. "We've had unsubs say shitter things to us and we're still here." You laughed. 

"I just didn't want her hurting you." 

"She didn't." You knew that no more how much you assured Spencer he'd still feel bad. "Babe you can't control whether she has good or bad days."

You could tell Spencer was drowning in his thoughts. 

"We can always try again," You said, his head still on your shoulder. 

"You might not have a next time," Spencer slowly said. You moved and Spencer lifted his head, looking down at his hands. 

"What do you mean?" Your heart started racing at his words. 

"The doctors said that her condition is getting worse. She's been more paranoid and acting out, as they say. They want to put her in another clinical trial but I know that she won't agree. She'll shut me out as soon as I even mention it. I had to pull her out of her last one," Spencer says. "I want to help her but I just don't know how Y/N," You moved and saw Spencer crying. 

You pulled him in for another hug, "I know you're not going to believe me when I say this but you are doing things for her. You write a letter and call her every day, you try to fly out whenever we're not on a case. You've been doing these things for so long that you probably didn't even realize that these are the ways you’re helping her." 

"Sometimes I wish I could take her home so that she wouldn't forget me," Spencer lets a few more tears fall. "I don-don't want her to forget me. I woul-wouldn't know what to do with myself," He sniffled. 

"Love," You wipe his tears and he kisses your hand. "She won't forget you. She may forget everything and anything else but please believe me when I say she is never going to forget you. You’re her son, a mother just doesn’t forget her children.” Your own words stabbed at your heart because there was so much history behind them but your story was for another day.  

Spencer nods, wiping his eyes. “How was she doing after I left?" 

"They gave her a sedative to calm her down," He replied. "Thank you."

"For what?" 

"For being so understanding. I don't know what I'd do without you." 

"I don't know either," You say, shivering. "Would you happen to know any coffee shops around here? Your girlfriend is in need of a good cup of coffee and maybe one raspberry muffin." 

Spencer helped you up and wrapped the scarf around your neck tighter, "I might just know the best place," Spencer and you walked hand in hand as he guided you to his favorite coffee shop. He looked over at you and smirked. "Just one muffin?" He asked and you shook your head. 

"Okay okay, you got me, two maybe three," You replied as he laughed. 

"You know after we grab our coffee and you're still feeling cold I could think of another way to warm you up," Spencer whispered in your ear. 

You playfully hit his shoulder. "Spencer Reid!" He threw his head back in a laugh. 

You reached the coffee shop, found a table, ordered your coffees which came after a couple of minutes along with your raspberry muffin and Spencer's buttery croissant. 

"Can you promise me something?" You asked, grabbing his free hand. 

"Yeah.”  

"I know it'll be difficult for you but when things start to get tough I'm going to need you to let me in, promise?" He put his hand on yours and with the most adorable face he said; 

"I promise when things get difficult I will let you in."

** 

My walls are built up of stones but I swear for you I will tear them down - Unknown

[wangxiangiftexchange]

Winter Solstice gift for highwarlockkareena

For @highwarlockkareena​. Not quite an arranged marriage fic, but a post-CQL-canon-surprise-second-wedding fic, which I hope hits some pleasant notes. It’s fluff through and through, with just a little angst left over from the tough times. But there's a bright and happy future ahead, and a lot of parentheticals because neither Wei Wuxian nor I can think in a straight line. I had a great time getting sappy and sniffly at my computer giving these nerds the sumptuous wedding I wanted them to have. The art is also by me. I hope you like it! (No beta, all errors are entirely my fault).

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*****

This Time With Lanterns

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji reach Koi Tower at the first touch of sunset. The architecture glows with it, the pale wood and stone reflecting gold and rose from their bold symmetry. As many mixed feelings and unpleasant memories as Wei Wuxian has about this place, it is undoubtedly beautiful.

It is also, for some reason, hung with a multitude of boisterous red lanterns, bumping each other gently in the cool evening breeze, and long silken banners, likewise crimson, fluttering and flowing from the walls.

“What’s going on tonight, Lan Zhan? Looks like a wedding.”

“Yes.”

“Did you tell me about this and I forgot? Seems like I’d remember if you’d mentioned there was a wedding.”

“Mn,” says Lan Wangji, his eyes fixed on the splendid display before them, looking slightly, what was it… wistful, perhaps? Wei Wuxian cocks his head. It’s odd for him not to be able to read Lan Zhan’s moods with an easy glance these days. Once you know what to look for, he really is an open book. Right now, though, he’s… inscrutable. Shut off, a little.

“What is it, Lan Zhan?” No reply. “Wait. Did you not know?” There is a tiny flicker in those piercing eyes. Maybe he’s onto something. “The Jin sect is holding a wedding at Carp Tower, and they didn’t invite the Chief Cultivator?” Wei Wuxian takes hold of one wide pale sleeve and starts moving towards the great expanse of stairs at the base of the tower, pivoting to walk backwards so he can fix his eyes on his husband, his tone flitting between mockery and seriousness, looking for signs of where to land.

“This is a terrible insult, Hanguang Jun. What should we do? Storm up the stairs and confront them? Sneak in the back and spy on them? I could go grab Jin Ling by his collar and threaten to break his legs if he doesn’t offer an explanation and an apology, he seems to respond to that.”

Lan Wangji pulls them to a halt just before the first step, but he maintains his silent composure, so Wei Wuxian continues, casting about for reactions: “I’m not in my good Yiling Laozu robes, but I could still blow the doors open and make up a few good fake curses to bestow on the unlucky couple for their hubris and ingratitude if you want to be dramatic about it. Lan Zhan. What are you thinking? Give me a clue here.”

Lan Wangji takes the hand tugging at his sleeve in his own, his fingers slightly colder than usual. His eyes are fixed on Wei Wuxian’s, meaning swimming in their depths, just a little too far below the surface to be read. His lips part slightly, but he doesn’t speak. Wei Wuxian squeezes the hand back as his heart begins to thump just a little louder. “Lan Zhan? Is everything all right?”

Lan Wangji takes a slow breath. “Wei Ying.” There is the hint of a hint of a suggestion of a tremor in his deep voice. Shit, thinks Wei Wuxian.

“We will go look,” Lan Wangji says. “If… Wei Ying, once we reach the top, if you wish to leave we will leave.”

“Ohhh… kay?” says Wei Wuxian. Something is really off. Lan Zhan is acting decidedly weird. The Chief Cultivator turns and starts up the stairs, still holding Wei Wuxian’s hand. Koi Tower has, obviously, a lot of stairs, and Lan Wangji climbs them with a steady unrushed elegance, which gives Wei Wuxian a nice span of time to throw a few more hypotheses against the wall. The wall, in this case, being the statuesque expressionless man who is the love of both of his lives.

“Something is definitely up here, right? I mean, who would be getting married that they would deck out Koi Tower like this for, but not let us know about it?” Lan Wangji keeps climbing. “It can’t be Jin Ling. He’d certainly at least write to let us know if he was getting hitched. I know he stabbed me that one time, but we’ve been getting on pretty well since then, all things considered.” He chuckles, a lopsided smile on his face. “Funny how in retrospect somebody stabbing you isn’t that big of a deal. Weird that happened right here, huh? Well, just back down there, technically.” It’s barely perceptible, probably not even conscious, but Lan Wangji squeezes his hand, just a little.

“Besides, if Jin Ling had been courting somebody, we’d never hear the end of it from the juniors, am I right? Remember when Jingyi kept making eyes at that cute kid at the inn on that night hunt in Qinghe, when was that? Last spring? I thought they’d never let him live it down. I’ve never seen someone turn so red so fast!” He expects a classic Lan Zhan tiny-smile at the memory, but nothing. Carved out of jade, just like people say. Extremely weird. A new thought hits him, and it’s troubling. His tone darkens.

“Lan Zhan. I think I was wrong before. I think you did know there was a wedding tonight.” Lan Wangji’s face stays pointed impassively forwards. “I think you knew there was a wedding, and you deliberately chose not to tell me.” Lan Zhan blinks, probably in spite of his best efforts. “Ah-hah! So you did know! You knew, and you didn’t want to tell me about it, but you still brought me here. You told me there was a meeting about taxes or some boring shit and invited me along ‘because I enjoy your company, Wei Ying’, but actually you brought me to Lanling for the specific purpose of crashing a wedding. Wait.” His stomach flips. “Lan Zhan, wait.” The corners of Lan Wangji’s mouth have tightened but he keeps climbing, now towing Wei Wuxian along with him.

“Ah, Lan Zhan. Hanguang Jun. Wait a second, seriously. Lan Zhan. Beloved, stop.” Lan Wangji freezes in his tracks and turns, slowly. There is a tiny crease between his brows. He looks concerned, and… yes. Guilty. He looks guilty. Wei Wuxian feels a tiny tremor in the hand holding his. Fuck.

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian swallows. He’s figured it out; it makes sense. “It’s just me that’s not invited, isn’t it? It’s an important wedding and they want it to be perfect and beautiful, so they asked you to come, but not to bring me.” Of course. Makes perfect sense. Makes sense too that Lan Wangji would be more offended by that than by being slighted himself. Would force the confrontation. Not that long ago he would have loved the idea of barging in, making them all face up to the unpleasant truth that he exists. Today… he'd really rather not, honestly.

He takes another glance at the expensive decorations shining in the twilight, dancing in the wind. They’re very beautiful. "I should go then,” he says quietly, sliding his hand out of Lan Wangji’s. “They don’t want me here.”

As he turns to slink away back down the stairs Lan Wangji catches his shoulders. “Wei Ying. That is not it. But…”

“But?”

“It may still be uncomfortable. Jiang Wanyin is here, and my uncle. I should have warned you of that before now. I apologize.”

Wei Wuxian stares at his husband for a few seconds. It’s difficult to admit, even to himself, but he’s at a total fucking loss, and despite the relief he feels at his scenario not being true, he’s getting a bit pissed off. “Lan Zhan. I am sure now that you know what is happening here, and I am just as sure that I do not. Since I’m not doing very well at guessing, I am now asking you very nicely to tell your poor stupid soulmate what the hell is going on before he tries to shake it out of you.”

“Wei Ying. You are not stupid. But I will not tell you, even if you shake me. Please trust me, and come with me up the stairs.”

What is there to say? The earnestness in Lan Zhan’s quiet voice and the gentleness in his steady eyes disarms him, as it always does. Of course Wei Wuxian trusts him. To the ends of the earth. And he has to admit, he loves a mystery. He huffs, then nods, and they climb the last stretch of stairs together, silent.

They finally reach the courtyard, and it appears to be empty. They see no one, hear nothing but the snap of the banners and the hollow paper bumpings of the lanterns. But Wei Wuxian knows when he’s being watched, and without a doubt they are being watched by many eyes. He takes a slow breath, feels the air. Then:

“They’re here!” It’s Jingyi’s voice, and it’s followed immediately by a chaotic rabble of young voices shouting “Hanguang Jun!” and “Wei-qianbei!” and the courtyard fills with Lan and Jin disciples, even a few Jiang teens in the mix too, tripping over each other and mobbing the newcomers with a scandalous lack of dignity or composure.

A-Yuan (he should probably call him Sizhui, he thinks, but fat chance of that happening) offers a perfect bow to the two of them, but he’s grinning ear to ear. As he straightens he addresses Wei Wuxian. “Wei-qianbei! You’re right on time. Welcome…”

“...TO YOUR WEDDING!” he and Lan Jingyi finish together as Jingyi throws his arm around his friend’s shoulders. Both boys dissolve into peals of laughter at Wei Wuxian’s expression. He suspects he looks rather like a stranded carp. Well, he came to the right tower, he supposes. He turns his incredulous gaze to Lan Wangji.

The Chief Cultivator regards him with attentive seriousness, and a sparkle hiding in his eyes. “Surprise,” he states, and the crowd of kids burst into cheers and applause.

“Lan Zhan?” He leans a little closer. “What the-- Have you lost your mind? We’re already married. We’ve been married for a while now.” Almost a year now, if they counted from his return to Gusu and the completion of their three bows at the Lan family shrine. But truthfully they had really gotten married so gradually, so many steps over so many years--forehead ribbons and chickens and bows one place or another and, of course, the sex, which had been a very memorable milestone-- it’s hard to pin down a specific anniversary. It feels like it’s been a decade, but also no time at all.

Lan Jingyi interjects: “But you didn’t do it right! You just did it all by yourselves like it was no big deal! There was no party! Nobody even saw it; it barely even counts! You’re supposed to have a feast and guests and... ” he gestures wildly around “...and lanterns! You didn’t even have lanterns!”

Jin Ling joins his friends now, looking splendidly haughty in elaborate gold robes befitting the young sect leader of the Lanling Jin. “Can’t trust you to do anything right,” he complains. Wei Wuxian offers him a bow, to which he offers an exaggerated scoff in return. “It’s embarrassing, frankly. So I’ll guess I have to be the one to make sure you do it right, just like I have to do everything around here. Go get dressed so we can get this over with.”

Jin Ling stomps away with a gesture over his shoulder. Following it, Wei Wuxian sees Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen standing several paces behind the gaggle of juniors. Each of them is holding what looks like about a mile of red silk, sparkling with gold embroidery and beads. Lan Xichen leans over and says a quiet word in the ear of the man in purple, who gives him a curt nod. Zewu Jun is looking better; his cheeks are less hollow, his skin less pallid than when he emerged from his seclusion a few months ago. Jiang Cheng looks like he’s about to punch somebody, so at least that’s consistent. As they head over, Lan Wangji gives Wei Wuxians arm a gentle squeeze.

“Jiang Wanyin has promised to behave,” he murmurs. Wei Wuxian responds with a quiet chuckle. “He wanted to be here,” Lan Wangji concludes in a whisper as they bow to the sect leaders. As they rise, Wei Wuxian feels a tightness in his throat.

“Jiang Cheng,” he says, his voice coming out raspier than he wanted. “This is…” he barks an awkward laugh. He takes in his (former?) brother, the Twin Jades, the juniors who are watching his reactions to all this like hawks. “Um… Are you all sure about this? It seems like a lot of... expense.”

Lan Xichen’s smile and Jiang Cheng’s eye roll are impressively synchronized.

“Sect leader Jin insisted,” says Xichen. "He and his friends have been very active in the planning."

“It’s already paid for, so no point whining about it,” snaps Jiang Cheng. “Besides, it looks bad for all of us if people think you two are just running around the country like a couple of sluts.”

Wei Wuxian can’t help but cackle at that, in spite of (or maybe partially because of) Lan Wangji’s abrupt tension beside him. “Ah, Jiang Cheng!” he gasps. “You always know just what to say.”

“Shut up and come get dressed. I’m bored of holding this crap.”

“Wei Ying.” The soft voice cuts through all other noise. He turns to his once and future husband. “Only if you want to,” says Lan Wangji.

“Lan Zhan,” he laughs. “You know how much I love attention! And free food! And you planned it as a surprise? And kept this many people quiet about it? Refusing would be the rudest thing I’ve ever done, and there’s quite a list.”

“But do you want to? Truly?” asks Lan Zhan, taking his hand, and there’s that earnestness again, reaching so easily past all his walls and wrapping right around his heart.

He takes a breath, checks in with himself. It’s a lot. It doesn’t feel real. So much of his life so often doesn’t feel quite real, still. But... the chance to marry his Lan Zhan properly, sumptuously, with spectacle and ceremony before the eyes of people he loves and who seem, against all odds and reason, to love him back (or, in a lot of cases, who love Lan Zhan enough to tolerate him, but that's fine too)… he’s hardly dared to let himself dream of it, but he wants it. Yeah. He wants this. So, so much.

“I do, Lan Zhan. Truly,” he says, and stands on tip-toe to kiss his husband, his eyes a little wetter than they were a moment ago. He hears Jiang Cheng pretend to gag. Wei Wuxian smiles against Lan Wangji’s soft sweet lips, and then hand-in-hand they follow their brothers to put on their wedding clothes.

…………………..

Getting dressed takes longer than he’d anticipated. There are lots of layers, soft shiny under-robes, what seems like a hundred more robes in the middle, then rich thick silk outer robes embroidered in gold thread with stylized rivers, lotus flowers and intricate repeating geometry. He’s pretty sure he knows the Yunmeng shop they came from; they smell like home, and he doesn’t mention it because… well. He doesn’t want to trap Jiang Cheng into any deep discussions. He’s careful to be inconspicuous about smelling them and running his fingers over the lotuses on his sleeves.

The hair takes a while too. Wei Wuxian is able to comb it into some semblance of order, and then there’s a thin fragrant oil that tames the frizz down and gives it a silken shine. Once that’s done and his red ribbon back in place, Jiang Cheng pins a golden ornament in front of his topknot. It’s made in the same style as Lan Zhan’s spectacular moon ornament, although smaller, and it looks a little like the sun. He doesn’t ask where it came from, and Jiang Cheng doesn’t comment on it either.

Then Jiang Cheng adds dozens of exquisitely thin golden chains dotted with crimson and gold beads that cascade in shimmering rivulets through Wei Wuxian’s hair. He grumbles the whole time, and Wei Wuxian teases him about it. He wonders if listening to them someone might mistake them for the same bothersome, promising kids from Yunmeng that bickered so easily all those years ago. They’re not, of course. He can feel the faint sizzle of Jiang Cheng’s pent up resentment roiling away inside him, and it’s weird that that’s a thing he can do now. There’s so much they still can’t talk about, can’t get over, and today is not the day to try and air it all out.

But Jiang Cheng is here, and he’s doing what a brother would do for his brother on an important day, and that means so damn much. So they both pretend that they’re okay, and if their banter is a little forced and their verbal jabs at each other a little careful, at least they’re both here. Someday, Wei Wuxian promises himself for the thousandth time, he will figure out a way to apologize for everything. For Shi Jie.

Jiang Cheng places the last golden strand with an unnecessarily painful tug and steps back. His thoughts must be running parallel to Wei Wuxian’s. “You look... “ he swallows. “You don’t look too bad. I wish…” he doesn’t finish it, but Wei Wuxian knows. I wish she could have seen you.

He can’t meet Jiang Cheng’s eyes, but he nods. “Me too. Thanks, Jiang Cheng.”

He’s rewarded with a hard punch to the shoulder. “Let’s go. Can’t keep your precious Hanguang Jun waiting.”

……………

Wei Wuxian has problems with his memory. It’s pretty common knowledge. But it’s not that he just doesn’t remember things; his memory is a lot like his attention span. Events, conversations, whole months sometimes will pass in a blur, leaving just a vague impression on his mind, but some things stick with intense clarity, seared onto his memory. Sometimes they’re inconsequential and he doesn’t know why his brain chooses to keep them instead of any of thousands of more important things: he can’t recall his parents’ faces but he could still draw the design on Nie Huaisang’s favorite fan; he’s forgotten every single recipe he’s ever learned but he remembers word-for-word a heated argument between a master cook and his apprentice that he overheard at about 13 years old passing the Lotus Pier kitchens about the proper way to steam pork buns; he keeps forgetting Lan Xichen’s birthday but he remembers watching Lan Zhan’s hand in the firelight as he slept in the Xuanwu cave, noticing its callouses from guqin and sword practice, a thin scar on the back of one knuckle, the way the long fingers twitched minutely as he dreamed.

He’s beginning to recognize them when they happen, the moments that will stay caught in his porous memory like gold flecks panned from the river mud. He’s getting gradually better at consciously reinforcing them as they happen, making sure the important things stick. He wishes he could keep this whole night, watch it over and over from beginning to end like an emperor making his own private theater troupe perform his favorite play over and over. But of course, he can’t. The evening whirls around him, blurring into a fog of light and sound, slipping away from him even as he tries to catch it.

But he knows some of the moments that will remain with him, unchanging jewels held shining in his mind and heart until the end of this miraculous second-chance life (however far away that might be). He keeps an internal list of them as they happen. There are six that are his favorites.

1- Lan Zhan stands in his wedding robes. Wei Wuxian had expected to be done first and have to make small talk and wait for his husband, but when he rounds the corner into the main hall there he is in profile, and Wei Wuxian forgets how to breathe. They took enough time getting dressed that the sun has set and he’s illuminated by soft warm lantern light, standing out crimson and gold against the velvet dark. He’s brilliant, gorgeous, perfect, dazzling. No word is enough. Lan Zhan’s robes are embroidered with clouds and mountains. His hair, too, is set with delicate golden chains and beads. He still wears his usual pale blue forehead ribbon and his preferred silver hair ornament, the match and opposite to the one in Wei Wuxian’s hair. Somehow the blue and silver do not clash with the red and gold wedding attire. Trust him to be able to pull something like that off, the effortless beautiful bastard. He wears small smooth red stone earrings, teardrop-shaped, which swing gently as he turns from where he has been talking to his brother. He is glowing. He looks like a dream.

When Lan Wangji sees his husband, his breath catches too.

They both stand frozen for a few trembling seconds, then move to meet in the middle, Lan Wangji gliding like a dancer, Wei Wuxian tripping just slightly on the front of his robe in his haste. He can hear the whisper of silk and the tiny scrape of beads on the floor. The only other sound he notices is the roaring in his ears. Lan Zhan’s hands are warm and strong. Wei Wuxian brings those precious hands up to his lips and presses a kiss onto the knuckle with the scar he’d first noticed in a cold smelly cave two decades ago. When he looks up Lan Zhan’s eyes are shining, infinitely tender.

2- Most of the actual ceremony blurs by. He’s never cared that much about tradition or Doing Things Correctly, clearly. But tradition matters to Lan Zhan, and watching his face as they go through all the slow and formal steps that make them truly 100% married in the eyes of humans, gods, spirits, and whatever else have you… that’s important. His serious, studious face. He’s always glancing over at Wei Wuxian when it’s not inappropriate, checking in on him, locking eyes with him with subtle expressions ranging from besotted fondness to slightly possessive pride to gentle admonishment (fair, he’d started fidgeting, rolling a couple of sleeve-edge beads together to make tiny creaking noises; hadn’t even realized he was doing it). Each of those precious expressions sticks. He might draw them later.

3-The best part of the ceremony steps right on the heels of the most awkward part. They must, as is customary, pour tea for their relatives, oldest to youngest. There are so many Lans in attendance. Even Lan Qiren is here, although he’s been keeping the buffer of Lan Xichen between himself and the happy couple pretty efficiently, and his scowl could curdle milk. Wei Wuxian has no blood relatives unless you count Mo Xuanyu’s, which he doesn’t. His Jiang family is there, very politely ignoring the fact that he’s officially disowned, which is very touching, it really is. But it’s still just Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, and aren’t they just a pair?

He pours for them. They drink. Then there’s nothing to do but stand there next to the two of his family members who were too prickly for Death to want to get near enough to take them (Madam Yu probably gave him such a tongue-lashing he wasn’t eager for another any time soon; sorry, sorry, forget he even thought such a thing). He watches the graceful lines of Lan Wangji’s back (and the enticing curves of Lan Wangji’s ass) as with perfect form he pours unending tea for what seems like a thousand respectable elder Lans. He has to switch to a new pot at one point.

“How are there so many of them?” Jin Ling whispers, clearly mired in the awkwardness too. “I thought the Lans would be too stuffy to…”

“You’d be surprised,” he quips before he can stop himself, and claps a hand over his mouth to halt the rest of the sentence just as Jiang Cheng hisses, “Wei Wuxian!”

Before it can escalate farther a deep voice calls “Wei Ying,” across the room. The three of them snap to attention, for all the world like schoolkids caught misbehaving in class. Wei Wuxian throws on his most winning innocent smile.

“Will you come here?” Lan Wangji asks, and Wei Wuxian bounces over to him, throwing a cheeky nod to the elder Lans, who look varying degrees of scandalized by his mere presence. Good thing they didn’t know what he was about to say to his nephew about the surprising effects of growing up righteous and repressed on their star pupil’s libido, especially regarding his impressive collection of exciting kinks. The star pupil in question, meanwhile, has stopped his lengthy ceremonial progression in front of Lan Sizhui, teapot in hand. Sizhui is composed and polite, but puzzled at the interruption.

Without a word, Lan Wangji takes Wei Wuxian’s hand and places it atop his own on the handle of the teapot.

Together they pour the tea for their son.

Sizhui very elegantly bursts into tears as he realizes the significance of Hanguang Jun’s gesture. They stream down his face as he smiles up at them. Then he drinks, his sleeve covering his cup and his sniffles.

“Thank you, father; thank you, Baba,” he says to them in turn, his voice thick as he puts the fine small teacup back on the table. Lan Jingyi clutches Sizhui’s sleeve, his other hand covering his mouth. He has also started crying, although he’s trying to swallow it back with little gulps and hiccups.

Wei Wuxian can’t speak. He nods to his A-Yuan, smiles at his Lan Zhan, and dammit, now Wei Wuxian is crying too. Lan Zhan wipes a tear from his husband’s cheek with his thumb. His own tears are far too disciplined to act out at such an important time, so they stay politely gathered between the sweep of his eyelids.

4- After the ceremony is finished there’s a short span of mingling time while the dishes for the feast are laid out. Wen Ning, Nie Huaisang, and, to Wei Wuxian’s surprise, Mian Mian (sorry, Luo Qingyang) mob them, giving Lan Wangji handsome bows and Wei Wuxian affectionate hugs, gushing about their wedding clothes, the decor, the ceremony, the impressive secrecy leading up to the big night. Wei Wuxian reflects that they’re three of the most loving and endearing people he knows, as well as three of the most dangerous. But then, he doesn’t really know anyone now who isn’t dangerous. They all did what they had to do, back then. It makes him happy to think these three might become friends, now, when there’s not so much need to be dangerous-- they’d get along well.

“Wei Gongzi, Hanguang Jun,” says Wen Ning, pulling him back out of his head, “I have wedding gifts for you.” he pulls a small flat box of dark lacquered wood from his robe. “I know you didn’t request any, so I hope you don’t mind.”

He holds the box out to Wei Wuxian so he can open the lid. There are two beaded bracelets inside. The beads are carved and polished lotus seeds. They look a good deal like the charm Wei Wuxian had never been able to give to Jin Ling. He holds his fingers over them and feels the hum of energy, somehow both resentful and benevolent. He throws a questioning look to Wen Ning.

“I made them, after I saw the one you made for Jin Rulan. A-Yuan helped me figure out the technique on our travels together. They will camouflage you from wicked spirits and monsters. Don’t wear them now, but I think they may be helpful while you are on your night hunts.”

“I see,” he says, touching them gently, feeling the energy contained within and its will to envelop him rather than invade him. He’s reminded of a mother hen, if it was made of black smoke and the desire for vengeance. So, a mother goose, maybe. “These are amazing," he breathes. "I’m very impressed.” He looks to Lan Wangji, and he nods in appreciation.

Wei Wuxian closes the box carefully and bows to his friend. “Thank you,” he says. “They will be of great use.”

Wen Ning smiles. “Thank you, Gongzi. If you approve of the method, I may begin making more of them. I think they would be useful for farmers and travellers who are worried about encountering monsters. When you’re ready to return to research I’ll show you how we made them, if that’s all right.”

“Of course! I would love that! It, ah…” he glances over at Lan Wangji, the word honeymoon beginning to swirl through his thoughts. “It may be a few weeks before I’ll want to return to research.” Nie Huaisang smirks behind his fan and Luo Qingyang smacks him on the arm.

“That’s all right,” says Wen Ning, giving the box one final fond pat. “I’m very glad you like them. Congratulations again on your wedding. I know you will be very happy.” With that and one more round of bows the unstoppable fierce corpse and his new friends, the political mastermind and the rebellious rogue cultivator make their way to the banquet. Wei Wuxian watches them go. He’s moved by the gift, even more by the friendship, and struck with the sometimes-wonderful strangeness of life.

5- After the feast (which is excellent; some of the spicy dishes are very nearly spicy enough, held for the sake of the more sensitive guests in bright red bowls as a warning sign), Wei Wuxian is laughing loud and raucous at a joke that Lan Jingyi has made. He looks to his husband, because he can’t laugh at anything without a glance to Lan Zhan, to see how he reacts and to include him in the happy moment.

The Second Jade of Lan is smiling, actually smiling, and Wei Wuxian feels that smile in every inch of his body, with every atom of his soul.

Wei Wuxian reaches out with both hands to capture that smile, holding his husband’s face between his palms. “Lan Zhan,” he says, and it hits him all of a sudden, like a storm, like a wave, like a runaway cart. He’s awash in the simplicity and wonder of it.

“I’m happy,” he realizes aloud. “Lan Zhan, I’m so happy,” and he pulls the mighty Hanguang Jun down into a long kiss.

When they finally pull apart, Lan Wangji’s face is soft and flushed, his lips pink and kiss-puffed and Wei Wuxian can’t help himself. He gives the unapproachably handsome and unrelentingly serious Chief Cultivator’s soft cheekies a little squeezy-squeeze. Lan Zhan blushes furiously, and Wei Wuxian casts a quick glance around the room to see who has noticed. Most of the guests seemed to have missed it (presumably if they had been keyed into the earlier part of the interaction they became politely engrossed in other pursuits when the snogging started), but Jingyi is frozen with a steamed bun halfway in his mouth, Jiang Cheng is rolling his eyes so hard he must be able to see his own brain, Nie Huaisang gives him an approving wink, Wen Ning is smiling sweetly, and Lan Xichen is administering helpful pats to the back of his uncle, who has choked on his tea. Wei Wuxian leans against his long-suffering husband and laughs and laughs until he doubles over gasping.

6- It’s after the wedding feast, and he and Lan Zhan are looking out at the cool night, listening to the summer insects and the murmurs of conversation filtering out from the banquet hall. Wei Wuxian is leaning against the railing, his husband standing as perfectly straight as always. The taste of good liquor lingers in his mouth, and the fragrance of wildflowers and night air fills his nose. He turns so he’s leaning back on his elbows, gazing up at the most beautiful man in the world.

“You’re really something, you know that?”

“Mm?”

“The peerless Hanguang Jun, so righteous that the wicked tremble at the very mention of him, so valiant that no enemy dare stand against him, so subtle that even the wicked Yiling Patriarch cannot unravel his secrets.” Lan Wangji swallows, and Wei Wuxian watches the bob of his throat with rapt appreciation. He really has no business being so beautiful. Wei Wuxian smirks. “And yet, mighty Hanguang Jun, I do know one of your dark secrets.”

“What secret?” His husband’s eyes are dark in the night. Mysterious. Very very sexy.

“You were nervous about tonight.” Wei Wuxian’s smirk grows to a full grin as Lan Wangji’s gaze drops. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so nervous.” He chuckles at the absurdity of it. “Lan Zhan, I’ve seen you fight worse monsters than most people can imagine without a second of hesitation. I don’t think there’s a soul alive who’d believe me if I told them you almost turned back on the stairs. If I said your hands had been shaking I’d be laughed out of the cultivation world.” He leans closer, his tone shifting soft and gentle. “But you almost did turn back, and your hands did shake. Why? Second thoughts?”

“No,” Lan Wangji responds immediately. “Not second thoughts. I…” it takes him a moment to formulate how he will phrase what he needs to say. Wei Wuxian waits. “I was afraid,” he finally says, “that you would feel I had trapped you into this. That you would feel pressured or ambushed or…” he searches for the right word, “...or used.”

Wei Wuxian laughs again, his ribs complaining about how much of it he’s been doing tonight. “Ah, Lan Zhan, you know how I love feeling used by you!” he laughs more, watching those perfect pale ears go pink.

He shifts over and Lan Wangji takes his hand. “What you guessed on the stairs,” Lan Wangji says. “That you were not invited to an important celebration. I’m sorry. It was never my intent for you to feel unwanted.”

“Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan,” he sighs. He brings his husband’s hand up to his face and kisses his palm, then lays his cheek into it as he keeps talking. “You are too good to me. It truly was a beautiful surprise. I don’t feel unwanted. I feel very…” (it’s still hard to say, hard to believe) “...loved. By a lot of people.” He nods to himself. It’s true, and it really is astounding. He’ll try to trust it, try to keep believing it.

“And honestly,” he continues, dropping their joined hands down to rest on the railing between them, “even if everyone else in the whole world did hate me, I’d have you. You’re amazing, Lan Zhan. You’re perfect. I’d marry you every day. And I truly am impressed you managed to keep it a secret; I really had no idea! So cunning, Lan Zhan! I think I’m a bad influence on you, with my crafty ways!”

“You are the best influence on me,” Lan Wangji says seriously.

“Ah, stop, Lan Zhan!” he moans, shoving him with his shoulder. “Why do you always have to say things like that? They make me want to dig a hole and live in it.”

“Because they’re true, and I want you to believe them.”

Wei Wuxian buries his face in the silken robe over Lan Wangji's chest and groans a muffled “You’re impossible.”

They stand like that for a moment, Wei Wuxian breathing in the earthy smell of the silk and the faint sandalwood fragrance of the skin underneath. Lan Wangji loops a hand around his waist, not trembling now but warm and steady.

“Wei Ying. I have one more surprise for you, if you like.”

He looks up, a wicked twinkle in his eye. “Here? You don’t want to wait for the marriage suite? Hanguang Jun, I’m scandalized!”

His husband smiles again, a tiny lopsided quirk of his lips which Wei Wuxian finds very appealing (his poor face must be exhausted, how many smiles does that make today? Four? five?). “We will wait for the marriage suite for that, although once we enter I do not intend to leave for several days.” Before Wei Wuxian can respond to that beyond an enthusiastic intake of breath, Lan Wangji continues: “I am stepping down as Chief Cultivator.”

That halts the increasingly filthy tumble of Wei Wuxian’s thoughts in their tracks. “You… what? When?”

“Effective tonight. The major sect leaders have been in communication about it. Xiongzhang will take over my former duties tomorrow. He is ready to become involved in the world again, and far better suited to the position than I. I know he will be exemplary, and I believe he will find it fulfilling.”

“Wow, that’s. That’s great, Lan Zhan! I’m really happy for him. For you too. I know how much you hated it. Congratulations.”

Lan Wangji nods in acknowledgment. “Now I will be free to be what I most want to be.” He leaves the statement there, bait.

Wei Wuxian sighs and takes a half-step back, squaring his shoulders to his husband. “I know you’re about to say another one of those things, Lan Zhan. Go ahead, then. I’m prepared.”

“Promise you will not dig a hole to live in.”

“Fine. I promise I won’t dig a hole to live in. Go ahead, do your worst.”

Lan Wangji leans in to press his forehead against Wei Wuxian’s. The silver cloud ornament on his forehead ribbon is cool against the skin there.

“Tell me. What will you be now?” Wei Wuxian whispers.

His husband replies: “Yours.”

The End

[infini-tree]

FANFIC: in post

Summary: A unexpected reunion takes place. Captain may be the one who starts it, but its Benjamin who ends it.

A/N: (alternate title - i don’t know what possessed me to write this post in fic form, but its here now and you all have to deal with it)

in post stuff isn’t going to be an ongoing multi-chapter thing, let alone in order, but just a place to put all the little drabbles I have. Unlike what the name suggests not all of them happen after the main story of the AU, though this one definitely does. The only way I can imagine this is after years after the main story has wrapped up.

though lbr i mostly because I got tired of trying to figure out titles for WIPs.

And just in case: slight content warning for verbal abuse from a parent. Its nothing explicit and is just a flashback, but it does take up the entire paragraph chunk its in and starts with “Suddenly he was back at his living room”.

                                                        ——–

Captain comes back to a gymnasium full of people and music, which wasn’t the weirdest part. Nor was the fact that the people were grown-ups. 

No, the weirdest part was that the gym wasn’t the one he had come to associate with Jerome Horwitz. Though, it was difficult to appreciate the novelty; between the sudden noise and people, he feels out of his depth.

His body moved automatically. Every accidental bump into someone was a shock, each trumpet blare was like a blow to his skull, and he dimly recalled thinking ah, that’s it when hearing the sound of snapping in the music. The clothes, while leagues comfier than his counterpart’s go-to, it was still there.

After what felt like ages of wading through a sea of people, he stumbled into a hallway just as unfamiliar as the gym. He really, really wanted to get out of this place quickly-- or at least, bring Benjamin back to deal with whatever this place is himself.

(Which bears the question: why did Benjamin come here? Parties aren’t exactly his Thing.)

The music faded as he moved away from the gymnasium, which helped a little.  Captain forced himself to look around. The walls looked the same as Jerome Horwitz was, but if the details were reshuffled. The lockers were in different places, the corridors weren’t exactly where he expected them to be and neither were the bulletin boards with posters on it-- wait, posters!

There were a lot of random stuff about clubs and other announcements, but one stood out. Its top edges curled in on itself, so he couldn’t read the top part, but the rest read: REUNION.

“Welcome back, class of--” Captain repeated, until--

Someone cleared their throat. He leapt up in the air with a short yell, nearly stumbling over his shoe-covered feet.

The newcomer winced, but nonetheless stayed silent. If the Waistband Warrior could describe her, then it would be... sharp. Sharp look, sharp flat top, sharp gaze. Not mean, though it could be. It reminded her of his sidekicks’ freshly sharpened pencils, ready and full of potential.

“...Are you lost?”

“Beg pardon?”

“You’ve been wandering the same hallway intersection and--” she pointed a thumb towards a distant hallway. “The gymnasium is over there.”

Captain blinked for a moment, letting her words sink in. “Oh-- ohhh. Oh no, I meant to get out of the gymnasium,” he said matter-of-factly. “Though yes, I am lost. Do you, ah, could you show me where the nearest washroom or... water fountain is around here, er--”

“Moxie.” It looked like she was expecting something, but when nothing did, her shoulders untensed.

“Captain!” he beamed.

The sharp look turned severe. “Is that a joke?”

He flinched, unsure of what set her off. “U-- uh, no?”

Sensing his nervous energy, the severe look shifted to apprehension. Her brow furrowed. Did she not know either?

“Ma’am?”

“...Do I know you from somewhere?” she asked, crossing her arms. “I’m no good with faces.”

Captain paled. Either she knew Benjamin-- which was not a conversation he was equipped for-- or she recognized him as Captain Underpants-- which was a whole other, potentially dangerous can of worms.

“Uh, nope!” he chirped. “About that washroom--”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” she said after a moment, pointing a thumb down a nearby corridor. “There should be one down the hall.”

"Alrighty, thank you! Have a lovely night, Moxie.” And with that, Captain rushed to the washroom to wash his face and get out of whatever that was.

And only when he looked in the mirror of the dingy washroom, to the clothes that made it hard to think did he slap a hand to his forehead. He really did just introduce himself as himself while dressed up as Benjamin. 

He was definitely going to read an essay’s worth of complaining after this whole thing.

                                                       ——–

“Hey, Captain.”

Benjamin gripped at his chest at the sudden voice. He just stepped outside and into the parking lot only to find Moxie Swaggerman, straight A student, the envy of literally half the school, now astronaut just...

“Uh, what are you doing out here?” his lip curls up wryly out of old habit-- he’ll address the whole Captain thing later-- what did that idiot do while he was out?! “Got tired of people asking for your autograph?”

She tilted her head, adjusting her aviator glasses. “Oh, so you do know me.” She almost seemed... disappointed by that. “Why, you want one?”

“Urgh, no.” He crinkled his nose. Opinions about her aside, that just sounded... weird to ask from someone he knew, even if said knowledge was periphery at best and non-existent at worst.

Moxie let out an amused huff. “Good, because I can only take so much people trying to kiss up to me.”

Despite himself, Benjamin couldn’t help but let out a laugh, short and loud and practically a cackle. The woman’s brow quirked up as she regarded him.

“What?” he snapped back.

“The lack of hair threw me off, since I remember you with that weird swoop back, but I finally figured it out--” And he couldn’t help but adjust his toupee as she swept back her hands on both sides as a pale imitation of how his hair was all those decades ago. “You were the one who competed against me for Prom Queen.”

Benjamin wanted to say something, but all that came out was half-noises. His entire body grew hot and his hands became clammy as she just... continued to stare. The worst part about all this was that, with the low light of outside, he couldn’t tell why. 

Suddenly he was back at his living room-- but not his, not anymore, he refused to consider that place his own-- staring down at the floor and clutching at the hems. Seeing his brother just peering in in his periphery vision as his mother continued her tirade, each word bullwhip-precise at hitting him in his core. But this was different; he was older and under no one’s thumb.

“A-- and what about it,” he managed to pry out of his throat.

Moxie’s posture shifted, and he could see her surprised expression now. If the circumstances were a bit different, then he would be reveling in the fact. Right now, though, he felt exposed, which was saying something considering who his counterpart was.

“Whoa-- hey, I didn’t mean it like that,” she clarified, and was that a hint of awkwardness? Remorse in her voice? “Honestly, it’s... nice to see you again.”

It was his turn to gawk. “...Really?”

“I mean, yeah. It’s uh-- like, its nice to see, ah... people like me still kicking.”

And it was then that Benjamin remembered the old rumors about Swaggerman-- about why she couldn’t get a nice guy to fall for her, and the girl from the rival school that clung by her side like a second shadow during summer vacation.

“I’ve always wondered for the longest time if you did that whole thing as a...” she paused, pursing her lips. “A joke, or something.”

“Oh,” he managed. “No, it wasn’t.”

“OK.” She nodded. “OK. Good to know.”

“Why, was that eating away at you?”

A passing car lit up her features in relief. When had her annoyingly cool façade been just that? It looked guarded now. A little more awkward. Funny how a few decades of separation can do.

Moxie shrugged. “Would have been nice to know back then.”

Benjamin wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he shrugged sympathetically and began to fiddle with the keys in his hand-- he had almost forgotten why he was out here in the first place.

She gaze followed the source of the glint. “Leaving early? Figure I should head out too.” She sighed. “Thanks.”

“...For what?”

“For making my last night before I get put to my paces a little more bearable.” She stretched her arms in front of her.

“Really, last night before you go to space and you choose to come here,” Benjamin deadpanned.

“First of all, no that’s not--” she shook her head. “Never mind. Basically, I wanted a normal night, and at least I got a bit of that. So, thanks, Captain.”

Benjamin had half a mind to correct her, but the moment had long passed and frankly he didn’t want to break the moment he was in now.

“Uh, yeah.” He waved her off awkwardly. “See you later.” 

She's going to space, idiot, not a weekend road trip, his own mind admonished.

Moxie only nodded in reply before she went off as well-- presumably to her own car.

[dumpsiteforfics]

Las Vegas, Baby!

Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.

Genre: Fluff, romance

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Warnings: slight mention of rape and murder! Only once, no graphical description!

Summary: This is from my Model au! This is two part story. Wait for part 2. ☺️ It's just something fluffy and cute. Just a reason to write these two together!

If you have a background idea about this au, you might be aware that I have used Spencer as model instead of Lila archer and Aaron is the agent who is gone on Spencer! Team comprised of Gideon, rossi, Hotch, Morgan and Garcia at that time!

You can check all my model au musings for more information -> 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 . Please ignore the typos and grammatical mistakes, English is difficult lmao!! Hope you enjoy! ❤️

"Okay everyone, we have a few hours till we reach Vegas, so get some shut eye if you need because we will start working until we find this unsub once we touch down!" Aaron ordered the team. Everyone agreed quickly as Aaron stood up to take his corner seat where he could spread out the files again. As he started looking into the files, making notes of some of the points they had already discussed, the team including Garcia who was still on the video call were talking quietly about lighter things before parting.

"So chocolate thunder, I hope you won't have too much fun without me over there. I'm so jealous that you are in Vegas after so long and I'm not even there!"

Morgan chuckled at Garcia's frustration, "I know baby girl! It's not everyday that we get a case in a city like Vegas! When was the last time we came for a case? Do you remember?" He mused out loud.

Rossi who was just listening to their talk quietly answered, "I think it was when we were helping with that stalker case of that gorgeous kid! What was his name again, Aaron?"

Morgan bit his lips to stop a chuckle passing through as they all watched minute change in their boss's posture. His back stiffened lightly and he frowned deeply before shooting a glare to Rossi as he replied, "Spencer Reid I believe."

Before Rossi could ask something more, Garcia gushed, "Oh God yes!! How did I forget!!! He was so gorgeous and sexy and he was such a cute little rabbit!! I wish I could have had a chance to meet him, you guys were so lucky to have met him!"

Emily and JJ were the only ones at this point who seemed to be out of loop and after watching Garcia's reaction they couldn't ignore asking anymore.

"Okay, holdup Penelope, what's going on? " It was Emily who finally asked her.

"Ohhh he is this gorgeous baby model! He is pretty much famous now but at that time he was being stalked by his obsessed best friend. And BAU was involved. This was back when Gideon was still on team and our fearless leader here was Spencer's security detail! " And then Garcia's voice turned into a hushed (still a bit loud) whisper as she continued, "Bossman's photo with the model was on the front page of all fashion magazines. They created quite a buzz around as well!"

"Okay that's enough!! Everybody go to sleep or I can give you work to do right now, choose wisely!" Hotch ordered, looking pointedly at every single one of them and within a second Garcia bid goodbye, disconnecting the call quickly!

Everyone else just shared a knowing glance with each other before dispersing to their preferred seats all over the plane!

It was going to be a long case, Aaron thought!!

***†***

The team soon forgot all about this supposed model who seemed to be a somewhat touchy subject for their boss. As they reached the LVPD, they were quickly immersed in the work, giving all of their focus to the case as it should be!

It was a bad case, of course all the cases are bad, but there are always some cases who suck everything good out of them, and this was one of those! Closeted teenagers being raped and murdered and the only good thing about it all was that the LEOs were helpful instead of hindering the investigation, without their full support the case would've taken a lot longer.

They were supposed to be flying out that night but the Jet was not in a good condition and their pilot told them that they will most likely be able to fly the next night! Though they would've loved going home as soon as they can, spending a night in Vegas didn't seem like such a bad option.

The team was talking about where they should have dinner and how they should spend the night, considering they didn't have any work and it was as good as vacation! Aaron was in a separate corner talking to someone on the phone and they all just thought he was talking to Strauss, giving her idea about the case and the delay!

As he came back, the team had already decided on a few options, so Rossi put a hand on Aaron's shoulder before saying, "Aaron, we are thinking of hitting this really nice restaurant for dinner, my treat, we deserve it after this long case!"

Surprisingly Aaron shook his head, he waited for a second to choose his words carefully before explaining the reason. "I'm sorry I won't be joining you all tonight! I have dinner plans already with someone else, we will meet tomorrow at the airport when the plane is ready to takeoff! "

Everyone was quite! This was probably the first time they have heard Aaron Hotchner having plans other than work and spending time with the team! He looked cute trying to look stern so no one would ask him questions, but well Rossi was never the one to shut his mouth when Hotch needed it.

"Does it involve certain model with curly hair, bambi eyes and smile to die for?" He asked, like a little shit he was!

But tonight seemed to be a night of surprises because instead of receiving a well placed glare, all they received was a rare dimpled smile which made almost everyone pause their breathing for a second, because yeah it was that gorgeous!

"Well that's for me to know and you to never find out!" Aaron replied, still smiling, before he left them.

They just looked at each other, not really sure if that really happened, but then Morgan whistled, "He is so fucking meeting that boy!!! I knew it! Penelope is going to love this gossip!"

There was still so much about their boss that they weren't aware of!!

***†***

As soon as Aaron rang the bell, Spencer was there opening the door with huge smile! Before Aaron could even place his bags down, he was enveloped in a bear hug by none other than The Spencer Reid, model, actor and his boyfriend!

"I didn't think you'd really come! God!! You are here, you are really here!! Shit, let me see you!" Spencer pulled away, his hands immediately cupping Aaron's face, those eyes almost a bit teary and Aaron felt his heart breaking a little bit! Both of their jobs required a lot of their time and they had to travel constantly. And with the amount of work they both had, they weren't able to spend a lot of time together at all! They both travelled back and forth whenever they got the free time in their schedule, but currently Spencer was working in a movie and he had been so busy with the work that they were not able to meet for more than six months.

Spencer pulled away before taking him inside the house, inside his bedroom. And Aaron kept his bags in their designated place before going to take shower. He would have really liked to have Spencer with him in there but from the looks of it, he had already showered.

So he focused on taking a quick shower, feeling better already in the close existence of his love as the hot water started to relax his tired and aching muscles. He dried his body quickly, snapping one towel around his waist as he came out of the bathroom, drying his head with other towel.

But then it was snatched away by clever fingers and he was pushed on the bed, sitting at the end of it before that lithe body he loved so much was sitting across his lap! Spencer straddled him, before starting to dry his head with the towel he snatched earlier. Aaron hummed as he felt Spencer throwing away the towel after a few minutes before raking his long fingers through his locks. He knew how soothing it was for Aaron, and it helped in melting away those last few evidences of the tension he still had.

He wanted to kiss his boyfriend, preferably 10 minutes ago, but they had a silent agreement. If he kisses now, they won't have a dinner, and he very much wanted to have that dinner with his boyfriend, he wanted to listen to his rants, he wanted to feed him few bites, play a little game of footsie just to make his boyfriend giggle childishly and then when they are full, then he will kiss him! Small, butterfly kisses at first and then they will get heavier and then they will start touching each other and that time they won't have to stop in the middle of it for anything. Because then they'll have only one purpose, to feed the hunger their bodies felt these past few months, and relearn each other's bodies, love those spots and crooks and valleys all over again, and intertwine as one to not part again for little while.

They'll do all of that, soon, but first dinner!!

[imagine-loki]

Stitching The Wounds, Chapter 17

TITLE: Stitching The Wounds CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 17 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and Kilgrave are Alphas and feel a spark with the same omega. RATING: M

Leona felt a little weird over the next few days. She noticed she wanted to be around Loki and Kilgrave constantly, wanting their touch in any way possible and as often as possible.

Loki and Kilgrave booked the following two weeks off from work. Alphas were allowed omega heat leave, as if left alone to deal with their heat it could become quite painful for omegas.

‘I’m scared.’ Leona whispered as she lay on Loki’s lap, her feet on Kilgrave’s. They were both stroking her gently, keeping her happy and sedate. She had felt a bit panicky and hot today, the first signs of her heat starting.

‘No need to be scared, sweetheart.’ Loki soothed and ran his fingers through her hair, massaging against her scalp. ‘We are going to be here, helping you through every single second of it.’

‘Between the two of us we will be able to keep you satisfied, don’t worry, darling.’ Kilgrave said as he squeezed her ankle gently.

She nodded, knowing they would look after her. She was in safe hands.

That night, she woke up in the middle of the night. She had broken out into a bad sweat, it felt like there was a painful heat deep inside her. An itch that needed scratched.

She whimpered in pain and need, causing Loki and Kilgrave to wake up instantly. Their cocks hardening straight away at the smell she was giving off, her heat had started.

As soon as they touched her, she whined and squirmed as it helped to ease her pain a little.

‘Please… I need you Alphas.’ She whimpered.

Kilgrave sat up and pulled her onto his lap. He slid his hand down the front of her body and she moaned, pushing herself into his touch more. But the skin on skin contact against her back was helping a bit. It helped even more when he buried two fingers into her cunt.

He gasped in surprise at how slick she was, it was dripping out of her already and this was only the start of her heat. He looked over at Loki, who rushed off downstairs to get some bottles of water, knowing they would all need it. Even if he was painfully hard and wanted nothing more than to fuck his omega straight away. He had to think of her health, too.

When Loki returned to the bedroom, he wasn’t surprised to find Leona on her back with her legs spread wide in the air, Kilgrave between her, thrusting deeply into her. Starting to sate her desperate need.

Kilgrave was panting like mad, her body was clamping down so hard on him, desperate to keep his cock inside her. Her natural instincts were screaming at her to breed now she was in heat. Even though she couldn’t.

He rutted into her, making her cry out in pleasure as she constantly came around him. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his back, nails digging into his skin leaving clear marks. She felt like she would die if she let him go. Her heat was that intense.

It didn’t take long for Kilgrave to knot and cum deep inside her, she finally felt some proper relief. Like he was dousing out the fire within her. He felt her relax a bit, even if she continued cumming at the same time. But her body wasn’t as tense as it had been.

Kilgrave kissed her sloppily, then pressed his sweaty forehead against her own for a moment, while he got his breath back under control. He continued throbbing inside her until he had nothing more to give right now.

He rolled them onto their sides, his hands slid up and down her back soothingly until his knot went down enough to allow him to slip out. The mess that came out from her was insane already. Loki knew the washing machine and tumble dryer was going to get one hell of a workout this week too.

As soon as Kilgrave was out of her, the heat within her started building again almost instantly.

She started whimpering, so Loki took over straight away. He tried to take her slowly, lying on their sides, thrusting lazily into her to try and make it last longer for her. But with how slick and tight she was, her wonderful scent filling his nostrils, he was unable to stop himself from rolling over the top of her and rutting into her rough and quick.

Leona bit his shoulder hard as she came over and over, Loki’s cock was hitting the perfect places. Scratching that itch that was manifesting deep inside her.

When Loki came, he shouted out loudly and pushed hard into her, like he was trying to climb inside her. His knot fit snugly inside her, throbbing fiercely as his body tried to breed her, filling her with his sperm.

‘Jesus.’ He panted as sweat dripped from his forehead, he’d never felt anything so intense before.

It went on similarly for the rest of the night. The two Alphas took turn fucking her, their own pheromones were raging and they couldn’t get enough of her either. Her scent was driving them crazy, which was a good thing as they didn’t think they’d have the energy to keep going otherwise.

They drank plenty of water and made sure she did too, even if she was reluctant to do anything else but fuck.

Eventually, in the morning, she passed out because she was simply so exhausted.

Loki managed to cradle her on top of his body while Kilgrave pulled the bed sheets off to put on clean dry ones. He nipped downstairs to put them in the wash so they’d constantly have a fresh supply.

When the bed was sorted, Loki gently placed Leona between the two of them so they could get their arms around her. Sticking close in hope it would help to keep her calm so she could get a good rest. Hell, they needed one too.

-

Loki was woken to Leona straddling over him, sliding down onto his cock. He moaned and gripped her hips, digging his fingers in tightly as she started bouncing up and down on him, desperately chasing relief.

Kilgrave woke up too and he knelt at the side of them, he slid a hand into her hair and turned her face towards him so he could kiss her deeply while she grinded down on Loki, moaning into Kilgrave’s mouth.

‘Ohhh, doll. You’re going to be the death of us.’ Loki growled, moving his hands up to her breasts while he thrust up into her, meeting her movements.

As Loki’s knot easily slid into her cunt, she stopped moving up and down and just moved her hips in circles instead. Loki rubbed across her nipples with his thumbs while Kilgrave continued kissing her and stroking her back. She felt in heaven from all the attention.

When Kilgrave stopped assaulting her mouth, Leona lay down on top of Loki, whimpering softly while her Alphas kept stroking her body, knowing how difficult it was for her and that she needed as much contact as possible from them.

Loki wasn’t sure why he did it, but he slid his hand down her back and over the swell of her bum. His long arms allowed him to reach down her easily. He slid further down to cover his fingers in their mess that was dribbling out from where they joined, then he pressed a finger to her asshole, making her whine and squirm a little.

He smirked and teased around her little puckered hole for a moment, then carefully eased a finger into her. She gasped and her cunt clenched hard around his cock, making him twitch within her.

Kilgrave watched from the side intently while he stroked himself. He looked at Loki and they both had the same idea after seeing her react rather calmly and well to being prodded there…

When Loki was able to detach from Leona, Kilgrave took hold of her and he got her into the same position as she had with Loki. Leona didn’t think much about it, or care, all she did care about was getting Kilgrave’s cock inside her aching cunt. Feeling slight relief as soon as she slid down his length.

Loki momentarily left the bed to get some lube from the bathroom. Even though she was producing plenty of slick herself, he wanted to do it properly since it was going to be her first time anally anyway.

He returned and pushed against Leona’s back, folding her down on top of Kilgrave. Kilgrave wrapped his arms around her tightly to hold her down on him while Loki got into position behind her, it wasn’t the easiest as he had Kilgrave’s legs to manoeuvre over too.

But he was able to get the right position after lubing himself up generously. He slid a single finger into her again, making her coo in delight at the feeling of being full in both holes. Loki grinned at her reaction and wiggled his finger about before adding another, there was slight resistance but then it slid in well.

Kilgrave kept her attention on him, distracting her by grinding up deep into her while Loki lined himself up with her asshole and slowly started to push in.

Leona cried out in desire, she found her body was actually wanting it. She wanted both of her Alphas inside her at the same time. But it was a weird sensation when Loki pushed into her slowly, she felt fuller than she ever had in her life.

She whimpered and let her head fall onto Kilgrave’s shoulder. He slid a hand into her hair and stroked her gently while he stilled inside her, letting her adjust better to Loki’s intrusion.

‘Easy, pet. Let Loki in.’ Kilgrave hummed softly. ‘That’s our good girl.’

Kilgrave felt her cum around him when Loki pushed home into her. The three of them all took a moment to catch their breath, Leona was still whimpering and moaning as she tried moving her body a bit. But it wasn’t easy now she was sandwiched between both Alphas and impaled on their cocks.

Her Alphas started moving together, making her cry out in pure pleasure. Her heat being fulfilled even better now, their warm bodies and scent completely surrounding her, it was like she was in paradise.

Loki’s hand slid into her hair and he tugged her head back as he lunged into her from behind, kissing her shoulder gently and growling.

When Kilgrave’s knot started swelling inside her, Loki felt it too as she became a lot tighter. Then her body went into overdrive as she started cumming continuously.

Kilgrave bit down hard over the mark he’d first given her on her left side of her neck as he came, re-marking her and Loki did too at the same time on her right side. Her mind completely shut down as she trembled between them.

Taking a knot up the ass wasn’t a good idea, so Loki made sure to resist from even attempting it. His knot swelled on the outside of her, but he still emptied into her. Enjoying the feeling of her squeezing around him.

Leona couldn’t even speak. She just whined and lay limp on top of Kilgrave, Loki still behind her. She didn’t ever want them to move or leave her. She was happy and sated in that position.

And the two Alphas knew it. So they just remained in place, not moving at all apart from to pepper kisses all over where they could easily access without disturbing her.

She wasn’t sure why she started crying softly against Kilgrave’s neck. They both spoke soothingly to her, gently calming her.

‘Don’t worry, darling. You’re ours and we are going to look after you. I promise.’ Loki whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of her spine.

[wrongs-l-write]

There have been many firsts in my life, many adventures and many life experiences to learn from, but now I was being faced with two firsts at once. My first time submitting to someone, and the first time that someone being a girl. Charlotte was my best friend from college, someone whose secrets I thought I knew.

Apparently though, I didn't know all her secrets. But one night at her house, after a lot of wine and playful flirting, I realised that her advances were quite serious and that my feelings for her were more than just platonic. Feeling rather brave I told her about my submissive tendencies, about my need to please from an early age, and not necessarily in a sexual manner. Yet I'd got her full attention now as she fixed me with a suddenly sober look.

"Didn't you know that I am a Dominatrix, Emily?" She asked me seriously, as if that solved the matter.

I regarded her with a drunken grin, caught up in the moment as I leant in to kiss her. She stopped me short with the palm of her hand across my lips.

"We should get you to bed, wait until you've thought about when you're sober."

She showed me to the spare bedroom, an unspoken invitation to spend the night, but not in her bed. I tried to respect her for not taking advantage of me, to not take it as rejection, but I lay there all night thinking about how to pursue the relationship and take it further. Tossing and turning into the night, anxious to see what morning would bring. What I didn't understand then was that Charlotte, being a Domme, had taken control already. She was waiting the next morning to pick off where we left from.

"How is your hangover? Not too sore to think about being my submissive?" I look surprisingly at Charlotte, she's not embarrassed about last night.

"Charlotte-" my mouth is dry, suddenly I'm nervous. "I do wish to be your submissive..."

"I'd very much like that. Though I insist that you address me as Ma'am or Mistress...just as I insist you lose those clothes." Charlotte said as she flashed me a hungry grin.

I backed away, swallowing hard. My racing heart felt like it was stuck in my throat. My eyes widened as I shook my head, but how could I deny the effect Charlotte's words had caused? Especially at how I had felt my pussy clench. It must have been that commanding stare, that tone of voice that seemed to naturally demand obedience, a tone that suggested that the word "No" wasn't in her vocabulary.

"Feeling shy all of a sudden?" Charlotte's voice held a little humour as she came and backed me up against the wall.

"Well...it's just that...I've never been with a woman before." I stuttered as I nervously glanced from side to side looking for escape.

Just keep her talking and I could get away and find my excuses and run, run, run and keep running.

"Ohhh, I didn't know that," Charlotte sang with excited glee. "I do so enjoy firsts. Well I'll break you in gently...at first."

I whimpered softly under Charlotte's stare, oh God why did my body have to betray me so much? I pressed my legs together, trying to deny the lust that was bubbling up between my thighs.

"No, Charlotte. No. There's been a mistake, I should just go." I lowered her head, admiting defeat, how could I ever please her sexually?

"Maybe you should just cum." Charlotte giggled mischievously, then sensing my apprehension she added a little softer as she led me to her bedroom. "Relax, Emily, come relax on the bed."

"I'm really hungover actually." I clung to the wall as if it was my life support.

"Then I insist, just relax and take it like a good girl."

Those two little magic words ran up my spine like molten fire and ice as one. Try as I might to shake my head no - my pussy was throbbing yes as my knees weakened along with my resolve. I couldn't deny how much I wanted this.

"I said 'lie down'" Charlotte gestured at the bed and I fell onto it heavily, closing my eyes tight and trying to shut out the waves of desire coming off my body.

"Good girl." Charlotte praised again and I moaned. "I see you have your eyes shut though. I usually request eye contact from my playthings but today I want to make a game out of you."

Feeling the bed shift softly, I opened her eyes, but it was in vain as Charlotte wrapped a blindfold firmly around them, emerging me into darkness. So I opened my mouth to protest, but Charlotte just made shhing noises in response as she clicked my wrists firmly into a pair of handcuffs that connected to the headboard.

"Just let it happen, Emily. You know you want this." Charlotte whispered in my ear as I arched and writhed. "Don't fight it."

A groan of longing escaped my lips in reply as my body twisted a few more times and then I fell still. It was useless to fight against my own need. Allowing myself to sag into the bed heavily in defeat, I only writhed once more when I felt Charlotte's wandering hand feeling up my skirt.

"No, no, no -no-no, please no." My desperate pleas became whimpers as Charlotte reached closer and closer to her goal.

"Oh, Emily you may say no, but your wet little pussy is begging for this." Charlotte pulled and tugged at my soaking panties.

And as I pressed my thighs together slightly, feeling that wetness, I knew from my heightened sense of arousal that I could no longer refuse.

"Such a good girl." Charlotte purred as she exposed my throbbing cunt to the air. "Oh I shall enjoy playing with you, pet."

Feeling Charlotte's movements once more I tried to twist my head to see. It was no use, the blindfold was to tight. I heard that she was retrieving something from the bedside cabinet.

"Speaking of playing, it is time for a little game. I am going to use some things on your body and you're to describe what they are without using their name. Sound easy?" I nodded slowly, how difficult could it be? Charlotte chuckled and got off the bed completely.

"Stay there." she laughed as she left the room.

I lay still, listening for clues, hearing the chink of glass and slight rattling as she returned to the room.

"Are you ready for the first object?" Charlotte teased.

"Yes, Mistress." I gasped as the words slipped past her lips, my pussy clenching tightly at the use of the words.

Charlotte tore off my blouse to place the first object directly between my breasts. I gasped immediately as goosebumps raised on my flesh left behind in the trial as Charlotte pulled the ice cube across my chest.

"Five descriptive words to begin with, Emily. No cheating by naming the object." Charlotte teased my sensitive skin, slowly lowering toward my nipples.

"Freezing." My teeth chattered as I shivered and arched.

"Good girl, keep going." She rubbed it right along my left nipple, torturing me as I gasped and writhed.

"Cold, sharp....wet." I groaned as I felt the ice cube melting slightly as Charlotte dragged it over to my right breast, it stuck to my skin and pulled slightly. "Nippy."

Charlotte removed the ice cube immediately on the fifth word leaving me gasping.

"Well done, pet. You did very well. The next item will require six words though."

Charlotte pulled on my skirt and removed it completely then I felt her weight shift again as the next item was retrieved. Hearing a slight scraping sound and the smell of smoke reached my nostrils, which flared in response. I could feel the heat of the candle just inches away from my body and held myself still in fear of being burnt.

"Are you ready?" Charlotte asked softly and I slowly nodded in response.

Charlotte tipped the candle and let the wax gather and pool before pouring it onto my breast bone causing me to grunt in surprise.

"Hot, liquid, sticky." I raised upward slightly as Charlotte poured more down my stomach, stopping to hover and wait for more words to come to my mind.

"Warmth...smokey..." I stuttered as I frantically searched my mind as Charlotte trailed down further toward my pussy mound. "Burn!" I shouted before the wax could touch me there.

Charlotte chuckled and I could sense her smiling, beaming down at me proudly.

"Good girl. Now this item...you'll need seven words..and you'll need to hold yourself very very still."

My pussy was on fire by now and I could only respond by murmuring softly as I tried to ignore the juices leaking down my thighs, wondering what ever could be next. Then I felt it, the blade against the hardening wax, Charlotte scrapping between my breasts gently as I held my breath.

"Scrapping, sharp, dangerous." I gulped as much as I would allow myself with the blade so close. "Cool, steel, pointy..."

Charlotte scoffed. "Quicker Emily, you can do this." she traced the edge of the blade along my stomach.

"Hard edge?" I cautioned with a shallow breath.

"Are you asking me, or telling me?" Charlotte's tone of voice held deep amusement now.

"Telling you." I tried to make myself sound more confident and added "Mistress." in hope that it would be acceptable.

"Very well." Charlotte removed the blade. "You did so good, now for the last one I want ten words."

I sagged in relief, finally the last object, but also in fear, ten words?! Could I do it? The feel of the wet silky object placed on my neck only caused me to shudder in excitement.

"Wet...Silky...Warm." My chest heaved as I tried to control her breathing as Charlotte worked her way down to my breasts once more.

"Hot, tickly, probing..." I sighed out as Charlotte was indeed probing at my nipples, probbing and "Tasting...licking...lapping."

Only one more word now and I could end the torturous pleasure. But as Charlotte's tongue trailed over my stomach I only bucked upward begging for release.

"Please, Mistress please" I pulled at her, wanting to grab Charlotte by the hair and push her into my eager cunt.

Charlotte licked and sucked on my inner thighs one after the other. I bit her lip and rocked my hips frantically in encouragement.

"One more word, Emily. Just one and I'll give you what you want."

My mind went blank, but I wanted this, I needed her orgasm.

"Teasing." I whimpered softly and Charlotte rewarded me by burying her face between my legs.

Her tongue began lapping at my pulsing clit before sliding between the lips of my soaking wet cunt. Grazing and pulling on my folds delicately with her teeth. The teasing was too much for me and I began begging again.

"Please, Mistress please. I need this so bad."

Charlotte rewarded me by curling her tongue and pushing it into my tight little cunt as she slid a finger in to accompany it. I let out an excited yelp as Charlotte tongued thoroughly, her rhythm in perfect timing with her fingers.

"Mistress please, I'm going to - Oh my Godddd..." I came violently, screaming in ecstasy.

Wave after wave of orgasm washed over me as Charlotte sucked and nibbled it out. My pussy felt so delightfully sensitive as I released and still Charlotte licked and lapped, slowing down slightly as I caught her breath. Then Charlotte crawled up to me, kissing me passionately, sharing my juices as our tongues entwined.

"There now, that wasn't so bad." Charlotte whispered after a short eternity as she took off my blindfold.

The sudden light made me flinch but I looked back at Charlotte with my eyes shinning in afterglow. I leant forward slightly and was just about to kiss her when we heard a sudden cough from the doorway. I looked up and met the eyes of my boyfriend and standing over his shoulder was Charlottes.

[hamiltonimagines]

Because I Love You

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to bring Daveed home while he’s drunk. She gets him home and he tells her how he feels, but she dismisses it as only drunk words. In the morning, he asks her why she puts up with him and is always so caring.

Word Count: 1.9k

I was planning on having a wonderful night at home. I was going to watch a bunch of cheesy romantic movies and think about how I didn’t have the guts to tell my best friend that I had had a crush on him for years.

Daveed and I had a beautiful relationship. I was friends with him before Hamilton, but once he was cast, I quickly became friends with the rest of the cast as well. I knew if I ever told Daveed how I felt, he would push me away and we would lose all those years of friendship.

I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts when my phone began to ring. I groaned and paused the movie.

I picked up my phone to see that Anthony was calling. “Hey Anthony, did you call me to settle another argument you’re having with Jas? Because I’m not getting in the middle of that again. She stills bring it up that I sided with you, when you guys were arguing about the best icecream flavor” I said, smiling as I recalled the memory.

“Y/N!” Anthony said, stopping my rambling. “I’m sorry, what’s up?” I asked, curiously. “It’s Daveed” he said, simply.

My heart dropped. Had something happened? Was he okay?

“Wait, what happened?” I asked, quickly. “He’s really drunk, we all keep trying to bring him home. He won’t come with us, he says he’ll only go with you. He’s going on and on about how amazing you are, you two lovebirds” Anthony teased me.

The whole cast liked to tease Daveed and I about secretly being in love. The first time it happened, I got my hopes up and hoped Daveed would make a move. Turns out, he only saw me as a friend. The only ones who knew I liked him were Anthony, Jasmine, and Pippa.

“Can you put him on the phone? Maybe I can convince him to let one of you bring him home” I suggested. “Okay I’ll try it” Anthony said.

I heard Anthony tell Daveed “Hey Diggs, someone wants to talk to you”. Then I heard Daveed reply, “I don’t want to talk to anyone”. He sounded really drunk, more than ever before. “It’s Y/N” Anthony said. Without missing a beat, I heard Daveed said “Ohhh, then give me the phone”.

His voice softened as soon as Anthony mentioned me. I wish that we could of worked out as a couple. It was hard to see Daveed date girls and not imagine what he’d be like as a boyfriend. He would of been amazing, and so loving.

“Hey Y/N, is that you?” Daveed asked. “Yeah it’s me, D. Listen I need you to listen to Anthony and go home with the guys. Can you do that for me?” I asked him. “But I want you, I want to see you. Please Y/N. You’re my favorite person” he begged. “I’m at home. How about you go home with the guys and we’ll hang out tomorrow?” I suggested. “Nope. I need you right now, not tomorrow. I’m not going home with them” he said.

He had always been stubborn when he was drunk. I groaned and grabbed my car keys.

“Alright, I’m coming Daveed. I need you to stay with Anthony until I get there. And tell Anthony to text me the address” I told him. “Okay bye love. I’ll see you soon” Daveed said, before hanging up.

My cheeks couldn’t help but flush red when he called me “love”. Daveed always got flirty when he was drunk. I always felt so special, but it was back to just being best friends in the morning.

I quickly drove to the address that Anthony had sent me. I pulled up outside the loud bar. I saw Daveed sitting on a bench. He was surrounded by Anthony, Lin, and Oak. They were all struggling to keep him sitting.

I got out of the car and Daveed locked eyes with me. “Y/N!!” He exclaimed, as he pushed away from all the guys and ran towards me. He picked me up and spun me in circles. “Hey Diggs, can you go sit in the car please?” I asked him. “Yep” he said and he quickly got in the car.

By now, the guys had walked over. “I’m sorry, to make you come all the way out here” Lin said. “That’s alright, we all know how difficult he can be sometimes” I said, honestly. “Are you guys still saying your just friends? Or have you finally stopped lying?” Oak asked me. I rolled my eyes. “We are just friends” I said, having told them this a million times before.

“Well maybe, but he doesn’t know that. He kept talking about how amazing you were” Anthony said. “He said I was what?” I asked, shocked.

“Ooooo someone’s blushing” Anthony responded. “Oh shut up, I got him off your hands. Are we done here?” I asked them. “Yep, he’s all yours” Oak said. They all pulled me into a group hug and then I got in my car.

“There’s Y/N, my favorite girl” Daveed said and grabbed my hand. He pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. My cheeks were bright red, but the car was dark so he couldn’t tell.

“I better be your favorite, I drove all the way out here to get you” I teased him. “I’m sorry, I wanted to see you” Daveed said. “I know I know” I said, smiling at him.

Then I heard my phone ring, again. “Can you be responsible and answer that for me?” I asked him.

“Oh hey Anthony” I heard him say as he answered the phone. Anthony talked for a while and then Daveed said goodbye and hung up.

“So what’d he want?” I asked Daveed. “Don’t be mad at me” he said, cautiously. “What’s wrong?” I asked him, concerned. “Well, Anthony took my keys so I wouldn’t try to leave. But I guess he forgot to give them back to me” he said.

“That’s alright, we’ll just go to my place” I replied. I knew very well that Anthony did that on purpose. This way, Daveed had to stay over at my house.

We pulled into my driveway and I helped Daveed walk inside. “You’re so nice to me Y/N. You’re such a good friend” he said, softly. I’d never imagined how much that word could sting.

“Can I sleep with you please Y/N?” Daveed asked me, with big puppy eyes. I knew I couldn’t say no to him. “Only if you’re good” I said, as I brought him into my room. I handed him some clothes to change into, a T-shirt and sweatpants he had left at my house.

He started to take off his jacket. “Not in here, dork. In the bathroom” I said, pushing him into the bathroom. I was going to change, when I realized I had pajama shorts and a T-shirt on already. I sat on the bed and waited for him to finish.

“You okay in there, D?” I asked him. “Yeah, I’m coming” he replied. He walked out and came to sit next to me. “You look so beautiful” he said staring into my eyes.

“You’re drunk, you don’t mean that. You just need sleep” I told him.

“But I do, you’re my best friend, but I love you. I always have, you’re so sweet and caring. You’re the prettiest girl I know, Y/N” he said, looking at me, like he meant every single word.

I was speechless, he had been flirty before. But, he had never said something like that. I didn’t what to do. Were drunk words sober thoughts? Or did he not know what he was talking about?

“Let’s go to sleep” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else. I tucked him into bed and then got in on the other side. “Come here, Diggs” I said as I pulled him closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

We had cuddled countless times, but it felt different this time.

Even though I had a lot on my mind, I fell asleep quickly in his arms.

I woke up to the brightness that filled the room. I felt cold and pulled the blankets up to cover myself. I remembered last night and looked over for Daveed.

Except, he wasn’t there. I worried that he remembered what he said and regretted it.

I got up out of bed and walked into the living room.

I saw Daveed standing in front of the coffee machine. “Hey, you’re here” I said pulling him into a hug. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? Did I do something embarrassing last night?” He asked me. “No no, I just thought you mentioned a meeting today” I lied.

He handed me a cup of coffee and walked over to sit at my kitchen table. I joined him and sat next to him.

“I wanted to thank you for picking me up last night. Anthony already called me and said I was being really stubborn last night” he apologized, sincerely.

“That’s alright, not like you haven’t been stubborn before” I teased him. “Woah rude” he said, pretending to be offended. “You know, you can crash here whenever you want and I’ll always go pick you up. You don’t have to apologize” I told him.

“You are too good to me. Why do you do it? You drive out of your way to pick me up? You let me stay in your house? Why?” He asked me.

“Because I love you” I said simply, not even thinking about the consequences. “Wait...what?” He asked me, looking confused and shocked.

“I can’t pretend anymore, like I haven’t had feelings for you since the day we met. I know you’re my best friend and this will ruin things, but it’s too much to keep it a secret” I confessed, nervous of his response, but relieved.

“Wow, I never knew” he said, still looking speechless. “I’m sorry to spring that on you” I apologized. “Y/N, I feel the same way” he whispered.

My eyes widened and it was my turn to be speechless. “So what you said last night was true?” I asked him. “What I said last night? I thought you said I didn’t embarrass myself” he asked, chuckling. “You said you loved me and I was the prettiest girl you knew” I told him, blushing.

“Well, I wasn’t lying” he said, smiling. “So what do we do now?” I asked him, unsure of what to do next. “I think, this is the part where I kiss you” he said, smirking.

He stood and grabbed my hand to pull me up with him. His arms wrapped around my waist, and my hands instinctively met behind his neck. He held me close to him and then we both slowly leaned in.

Finally, our lips collided and it felt like magic. It sounded cliche, but it was like fireworks. All of our pent up feelings were finally released. Our lips slowly moved against each other’s. We slowly pulled away and just looked into each other’s eyes.

“Wow” we both whispered. “None of our friends will ever let this go, will they?” I asked him, giggling. “No, but I’ll give them credit. They knew we both liked each other before we did” he said.

“You know, I was upset that I had to pick you up instead of watching my movie last night. But, I guess it was a hidden blessing” I said, smiling at him. “I agree” he said, with the same smile.

Then he leaned in again and connected our lips. We slowly kissed each other and poured all the built up love we had for each other into the kiss.

[heroloverangel]

Stray

Happy Spooky Month, my Halloween costume is Villain Fucker.

You always did have a bad habit for taking in strays. As a kid, your parents constantly scolded you for feeding random dogs and bringing unfamiliar cats into the house. Keep giving it a place to go, they’d warn you every time, and you’d only tempt a stray animal to stick around. 

Meeting Dabi was a lucky coincidence for both of you. You were being harassed by a pair of criminals on your way home, and were lucky that their threats were loud enough to annoy the real villain passing by. They were easy enough to deal with, and he was lucky that you wanted to thank him for his help. By the time you realized he only planned to take care of the muggers for bothering him, and never meant to help you, he was already in your bed. Months later, those old warnings still echo in your head whenever he shows up unannounced, eager for some comfort before he runs back off into the night.

You know it’s irrational to worry about him. He kills people for fun and profit, the world would objectively be a safer place if he were captured. Yet somehow, whenever you hear news about heroes clashing with the League of Villains, you’re secretly hoping he gets away and is headed towards your tiny, broken down apartment. Even though he’s never said it, you like to think he’s grateful for the safe spot to recover after a rough fight.

Today sounds like a really rough fight. It’s been hours already and the reporters are still describing the battle that happened earlier. Four heroes have been rushed to the hospital, and at least one villain was injured before fleeing. It’s disappointing that they don’t tell you who it was, and you’ve been glued to your phone the entire day. It’s not as if you can just call him like a normal person, but this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve gotten a vague text from an unknown number letting you know he’s alive.

It’s well after dark now, and the wait is driving you crazy. After another twenty minutes, you finally turn off the news and stand up to stretch. It won’t do much for your frazzled nerves, but a shower will at least help relax your tense muscles while you wait for information. You stay there until the hot water runs out then stand in the bathroom, breathing in the remaining steam and trying to take your mind off off him. You’re wrapping a towel around yourself when you’re startled by a sudden, loud SLAM from the other room that scares you half to death.

It’s silent for a minute before you gather enough courage to open the door and peek out. Immediately you let out a sigh of relief at the scene in front of you. Dabi’s standing with his back to you, reeking the distinct scent of ash and smoke that you’ve come to associate with him, his jacket sporting plenty of fresh damage. Blood drips from his knuckles, and it takes you too long to notice the smoldering, fist-sized hole he’s just punched into your wall. Well, that explains the noise.

“Hey,” you begin, but there’s no reaction. Cautiously you step closer. “I...um. I saw what happened, I’m glad you came over.” Still nothing. “Are you okay? Dabi?” You reach out to touch his shoulder, and it breaks him out of whatever thought he’d been focused on.

He spins around to face you and for the first time since you met, you’re actually afraid of him. You’ve never seen him this angry before, glaring at you with a look of rabid fury in his eyes. Automatically you step back but he’s fueled by adrenaline and moves too fast to avoid. His hand latches around your throat and squeezes, holding you in place as his lips crash down on yours. 

The staples decorating his face are warm, a familiar side effect of his quirk, and scrape roughly along your skin as he forces your mouth open for his tongue. His free hand yanks off the towel wrapped around you and gropes at your chest before you can stop him. Your nipples harden at his touch; despite his harsh treatment, he knows more than enough about how to get your pulse racing for him. A calloused thumb rubs over your nipple and he tightens on your neck in response to the moan you let out.

You push at his chest for air, and eventually he releases you with a final, stinging bite to your lower lip. There’s a metallic taste of blood when you swallow. You chance another glance up at him and his grin does nothing to put you at ease; he looks far too much like a wild animal baring his teeth at his prey. “Hey, doll.” He grabs your chin and forces another kiss on you the moment you open your mouth, barely restraining his agitation with every move. The grip on your shoulders is almost painful as he pulls you against his overheated body, his cock already hard beneath his pants. Your skin is so soft and vulnerable compared to his, and you struggle in protest when his nails sink into your arms. “You gonna reject me?” His voice is a snarl when he pulls back next. “Really? After all the shit I’ve been through today?” You can tell from his tone, it’s more of a warning than a guilt trip.

“Sorry,” you offer, rubbing soothing circles into his tense shoulders. “What can I do?” You’re always so obedient for him, practically begging him to leave you bruised and aching. That’s what keeps Dabi coming back more than anything, and the tiny gasp that slips out of you when he pinches sharply on your nipples has him throbbing. You’re such a cute toy for him to play with.

“Get on your knees, slut.” You lower yourself in front of him without an argument, watching him fumble with his belt until he’s able to free his dick for your attention. “Put that fucking mouth to good use.”

You nod, giving him a sweet smile before wrapping your hand around the base and running your tongue over the leaking tip of his cock. Dabi lets out a pleased grunt when you suck gently on the head and release him with a wet pop. You focus on the underside of it, giving slow, gentle kisses to the row of piercings along his shaft. He’s sensitive there, and the horny growl he gives you has your cunt dripping in anticipation. Your other hand moves lower to cup his balls and you trace over his veins, enjoying how they pulse eagerly under your fingers. Carefully you graze along his length, and are rewarded with a violent yank at your hair.

“Cut that teasing shit out before I break your goddamn teeth.” Your apology is muted by his dick shoving back into your mouth. You swirl your tongue over him again, opening wider to take more of his cock past your lips. You know he wants to jam himself down your throat, but you’ll need to work up to that. You bob up and down on him, slowly sucking more of his dick and his hips begin to rock with your movements. A hand weaves into your hair and you wince at the feel of his staples catching on the strands, but he ignores your discomfort in favor of pulling you further around him. “Take me like a good little bitch.”

He keeps the steady pressure on your head but lets you work at your own pace, and soon enough the tip of your tongue is rubbing against the last of his piercings. You’ve only got a few inches left, surely you won’t mind a bit of help. The squeal you let out is muffled as Dabi’s fist tightens around your skull to hold you steady as his hips rut forward, jamming the full length of his cock into your unsuspecting mouth. You’re too busy trying not to gag to appreciate the delighted moan he gives you, your poor throat spasming wildly around the intrusion. You look up at him with watery eyes and he’s smirking at you with pride. “Don’t keep me waiting, doll.”

For a moment you’ve forgotten how to breathe and only kneel there choking on him until he withdraws just a fraction and you remember to take merciful air into your lungs. You relax the muscles as best you can, a difficult task with his dick rammed against your tonsils. You start moving again, letting his strong hand guide you back and forth on his cock exactly how he likes it.You focus on his heavy panting, the obscene things he hisses at you through gritted teeth make you pussy clench. You can tell he’s getting close, and you double your efforts to help him finish.

An unexpectedly harsh buck of his hips has your throat tightening around him on instinct, and his moan signals his impending release. He tugs your head back and pulls out of your mouth, saliva coating every inch of him. You don’t have time to react as his free hand grips his twitching cock, jerking himself for a few seconds before he orgasms, strands of cum spurting out onto your lips and sliding down your chin to your chest. “Fuck,” he sighs. “You look good like that.” He looks down at you expectantly and you get the message. You make a show of running your fingers through the mess, dragging the hot cum further over your breasts and hard nipples then bringing it to your mouth to lick it off. 

Dabi’s insatiable now that you’ve made the mistake of encouraging him. “Up,” he demands, and you scramble to your feet before he can yank you up by your scalp. He inspects your face, admiring his work and his thumb wipes off a tear you hadn’t realized had escaped. He kisses you again while his hands roam over your heated skin, and the wetness between your thighs is undeniable. “You sure play innocent when you’re getting soaked over choking on my dick,” he taunts. He doesn’t wait for an answer, grabbing you instead and dragging you towards your bed. He shoves your face into the pillows and you struggle to lift yourself but he presses on your back to keep you down. You hear him stripping off his clothes and then rough, feverish skin is flush against your own. He gropes at your hips, pulling your lower half onto your knees. “Ass up, slut,” he orders, cock already recovered and rubbing along your dripping folds.

“Dabiii,” you whine, wiggling to make him slide against you. “Just put it in already--ohhh…” He slides in and you get no time to adjust to the stretch of him as he bottoms out without stopping. You’d been nervous about his piercings the first time you slept together, but now they send a shiver down your spine when you feel the warm metal rub inside you. Positioned like this, they stroke over your g-spot with each thrust and you’re babbling praise at him within minutes.

“I never get enough of this pussy,” he murmurs, bruising grip on your ass. “Always so ready to milk my cock, huh?” You dig your fists into the pillow and nod, words catching in your throat as he fucks into you more aggressively. He stretches over you, warm chest pressing against your back while he bites sharply along your neck. You clench down on him and he laughs at you. “That’s my sweet little cumdump.”

“God, Dabi…” you trail off, hissing when his nails sink into your hips to pull you onto him. He hammers inside you faster, chasing his own end and merely taking you along for the ride. This deep, you can feel him throbbing with a need to dominate you; the sounds forced from your abused throat tell him you’re loving every mark and bite he leaves on your naked body. His teeth sink deeper into the smooth skin of your shoulder and you wince. “That hurts,” you complain, trying to squirm and put some distance away from his jaws. He only fucks inside you harder in response, obviously enjoying your struggle.

“That’s the point.” One hand slides over your bruised hip to finger your swollen clit and your back arches up against him. “Oh, shit. Feel how hard you’re squeezing my dick?” You shudder, his ragged voice in your ear makes you feel like you’re burning alive. You bury your face back in the pillows and do your best to keep your cool, but tonight he wants to hear every filthy noise he can urge out of your needy mouth. He releases your hip to yank your head up, grip hard enough that for a moment you wonder if he’s actually trying to snap your neck. “You’re gonna make everyone in this piece of shit building know who’s fucking you.”

That’s how it always is with Dabi. He gets to keep some sense of self respect when he comes, while you’re reduced to a squealing mess for him. His fingers grow merciless as they tease your clit, demanding louder cries from you with every touch. “Don’t stop,” you pant, the tension inside you straining to the breaking point. “I’m gonna...fuck, there!” You hadn’t realized that he was just as close, and the steady twitch of your pussy around him is enough to send him over the edge. “Feels so...D-Dabi!”” you wail, feeling every drop of his hot cum pooling inside you. Your own orgasm feels like fire in your veins as your greedy cunt takes everything he’ll give you, battered voice begging for it. You’d be embarrassed with yourself if your brain hadn’t effectively shut down long before this point.

He releases you, letting your spent body drop face-first into the bed while he rides out his pleasure. You can feel the punishing smack of his hips slow to a lazy grind before he finally pulls out. He looks down at your exhausted, marked up form and gives a solid slap to your bruised ass to bring you back to your senses. “You good?”

“...Ugh. Good enough,” you mumble. You lay there boneless and immobile while he stretches and wanders off to your bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and an insult shouted out at the freezing water, and manage to pull yourself up to a sitting position by the time he comes out. Of course he’s scrubbing the remaining ash out of his hair with your last clean towel. “Wow, you look like shit,” he taunts as he collects his clothes.

“Yeah, well fuck you too.”

There’s a flutter in your stomach when he smirks at you in return. “You couldn’t handle that again.” He shoves his boots back on and to your surprise, leans over to kiss you. “Gonna lay low for a week maybe. Fix your hot water before I get back.”

You roll you eyes. “You make a lot of demands for a guy who doesn’t live here.”

He shrugs, pulls his jacket around himself and heads for the door. “That’s your fault, doll.”

The door slams behind him and you sigh, your limbs protesting as you stretch your sore muscles. You’re left alone with your thoughts, and outside the heat of the moment you wonder if you should feel guilty. You’re not stupid; you know what he is, and that some day this is all going to end badly for both of you. Still, in your heart you know that you’ll never be able to turn him in to the heroes. Maybe it’s some misplaced sense of loyalty, maybe it’s just the sex, but you hate the idea of seeing him caught.

He’s trouble, but he’s your stray. 

[chasing-classics]

I See You, I Love You- Lexi x Reader

Pairing(s): Lexi Howard x Reader

 Warning(s): language

 Summary: Lexi has been in Cassie’s shadow for as long as she can remember so she’s given up on the idea that you, her best friend, could ever be interested in her. At the winter formal, you show her exactly how you feel.

 A/N: Lexi Howard is a fucking saint and she deserves the absolute best! She needs more love lol

 ‘’What did you think of the dance?’’ you beamed, sitting down next to your best friend.

 Lexi offered her signature smile, that little twinkle in her eyes shining bright and taking your breath away.

 ‘’You were great, as always,’’ she nodded, holding her geometry book to her chest as she smiled down at the floor.

 That was typical Lexi. She and you came from two completely different worlds and personalities. You were outgoing, the class clown and the life of every party. Lexi was the bookworm, the quiet girl with the heart of gold. And you loved her more than anything in this world. You had become fast friends with the Howard sisters, Cassie and you had similar interests and personalities so you two clicked immediately in elementary school. Nearly everyday after school was spent at your house or at the mall growing up. You easily considered Cassie one of your best friends, but it had been Lexi you had fallen in love with.

 Unbeknownst to you, Lexi had fallen just as hard. She remembered feeling something different towards you growing up, but watching all of the attention Cass would get from guys and the pressure from her mother to ‘’bag a man’’ made it difficult to come forward with her feelings towards you. It wasn’t like her mom was homophobic or anything, and she absolutely adored you and was charmed by your witty humor, but she had always been in her sister’s shadow for as long as she could remember. How could she suddenly, after ten years of friendship, come clean about her feelings towards one of her closest friends? How could she possibly jeopardize that, when she was so used to being second-best to Cass? How could you ever see her more than what she was; plain-Jane Lexi.

 ‘’Are you going to the formal tonight?’’ you playfully bumped her shoulder with yours as you two took your time walking to your car.

 ‘’Yeah, want to pick me up?’’ she smiled, tucking a tendril of wavy brown hair behind her ear.

 ‘’Abso-fucking-lutely,’’ you grinned, opening the car door for her.

 This was it, this was going to be the night you were going to confess your feelings to Lexi. After you had chickened out about asking her to the formal, Maddy, BB, Kat, and Cass all gave you the stern pep-talk you so desperately needed. ‘So are you just going to wait around until some loser makes a move on her?’ Maddy scoffed. Your eyes furrowed in both jealousy and protectiveness. ‘It’s true, I saw Chris Rivas talking to her in P.E today,’ BB added, taking a hit of her vape. You clenched your jaw at the thought of that meat head anywhere near Lexi. Cassie grabbed your hand encouragingly, a small smile on her glossy lips. ‘She likes you back, y/n. Just. . .just tell her how you feel.’ And so you were. As you walked up to the porch of the Howards’ house, makeup done to your liking and your dress looked absolutely stunning.

 ‘’Y/N! Oh honey you look stunning,’’ Miss Howards exclaimed, the typical half-empty wine glass in her hands. You smiled, giving her a hug as she welcomed you inside. Cassie came down the stairs first, dressed in a simple but elegant blue gown. You squealed and hugged your best friend, the two of you trading compliments and joy.

 ‘’Oh my gosh, Lex,’’ Miss Howards’ voice broke the two of you apart, you turning around to look up the stairs. Your jaw dropped and you swore your heart actually stopped beating for a few seconds.

 She was beautiful. She looked like a princess, only better. She had an embarrassed smile on her face, her cheeks quickly turning into a rosy pink color. You smiled when you noticed her nose crinkle up, the same way she always did whenever she was embarrassed.

 ‘’You look beautiful,’’ was all you could manage to get out, still in a daze. She laughed a bit, looking down at the ground. Neither of you noticed the knowing smile on Cassie and Miss Howards’ face.

 ‘’Take good care of my daughter, y/n,’’ she called out as the three of you flooded into your car. You gave her a cheeky grin, nodding as you made sure Lex and Cass were buckled up.

 ‘’Always!’’ you called out, watching the older woman put her wine glass away to wave to you three.

 The gym was packed, sweaty bodies were dancing and grinding in every which way you could imagine. You were currently sitting at the table with the girls, smiling as Lexi played and toyed with your charm bracelet out of boredom.

 ‘’I’m going to go get a drink, Rue, you should come,’’ Jules announced, causing you to quirk a brow.

 ‘’Huh? Ohhh, Oh! Yeah! Coming,’’ Rue grinned, winking at you.

 ‘’I should go apologize to Ethan,’’ Kat sighed, offering you an encouraging smile.

 ‘’I’m going to go kick Nate’s ass, enjoy you guys,’’ Maddy sent a quick smile as she glared daggers at the Neanderthal currently fingering some random blonde on the dance floor.

 ‘’I’m going to suck dick,’’ BB coughed, smirking as she blew out a cloud and swayed away with some random baseball player.

 ‘’I’m going to watch,’’ Cassie was the last to leave, the two of you now alone in your big empty table.

 ‘’Well that’s weird,’’ Lexi laughed, raising an eyebrow in confusion at the dispersed group. You shrugged, smiling back at her. ‘’You still got me,’’ you offered. Lexi nodded, smiling and leaning closer to you. You felt your face flush as you realized how close you two were, and the two of you cleared your throat; praying that the other couldn’t sense how fucking nervous you both were. ‘It’s now or never,’ you relented in your head. You turned in your seat so that you completely faced Lexi, her sitting up straight as she noticed your change in attitude.

‘’Y/n? You ok?’’

 ‘’N-no. I mean, yes! Well, sort of. Fuck this isn’t how it was supposed to start,’’ you huffed, pinching your brows together in frustration. You froze when you felt Lexi’s soft hands hold yours down from your face, her eyes searching yours as if she could read your thoughts.

 ‘’How what was supposed to start?’’ she asked softly.

 You thumbed at her hand, sighing. You looked her right in the eye, taking a gulp and trying to remember the girls’ words of encouragement.

‘’Lexi. . .I’m in love with you.’’

 Her eyes widened in shock, her grip on your hands became slightly looser as your heart clamored in your chest.

 ‘’I’ve been in love with you since fourth grade, when you helped me the day Nate Jacobs gave me a bloody nose from that football. I loved you then, I loved you when you could barely say one fucking sentence the day you got your braces, I loved you when you told me Rue couldn’t kiss for shit, I loved you when you came over at my house in the middle of the night crying about your dad, I loved you when you made me chicken noodle soup when I was sick with the flu last summer, and I love you now. I probably always will. I love everything you do and I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you without making it weird between us, because I’d hate myself if I ever lost you. . .and now I’m rambling, but. . .it’s true. . . I love you.’’

  You felt your body shake as Lexi processed  your words. On one hand the weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. The burden of carrying such a heavy secret had finally ceased to exist, dissipating into thin air. On the other hand, though, you were terrified of what Lexi’s reaction would be.

 ‘’Y/n. . .you don’t mean that.’’

 You were crushed, physically deflating. ‘’W-what?’’ you whispered, trying not to allow your voice to crack. Lexi shakily sighed, eyes glossy with unshed tears as she looked at the dance floor to avert your devastated gaze.

 ‘’My whole life, I’ve been runner up. I’ve never been enough. Nobody has ever really seen me. And you, you’re so wonderful. You shine in a crowd, everyone loves you. Everyone sees you. And as much as I love you too. . .which I do. I fucking love you so much, I’m not enough for you. I’ll never be enough,’’ tears streamed down her pale cheeks and when you went to brush them away, Lexi sniffled and pulled away.

 ‘’Lex. . .I want this, I want you. Why can’t you see that?’’ you whimpered, heart breaking at the sight of her crying.

 ‘’Y/n, I’ve never been enough for anyone. Not my parents. Not our friends. I don’t want this to be the same,’’ she was close to sobbing as she stood up, pushing her way through the crowd toward the exit.

 ‘’Lexi!’’ you called out, panicking. You had come this far, confessed this much. You couldn’t let her leave feeling like this, like you didn’t see her. Without thinking, you made a bee-line for the stage, abruptly cutting off the DJ and grabbing the microphone.

 ‘’Hello? Sorry, sorry guys I just. . . I really need to say something,’’ you exhaled, closing your eyes momentarily to gather your courage. You opened them and right away found Lexi, stunned and tears running down her cheeks as she looked at you like you had lost your mind. At this point, you weren’t sure she was wrong.

 ‘’That girl over there, the one in the black dress. With the most beautiful fucking eyes and smile you’ve ever seen,’’ you started, someone moving the spotlight so that it rested on Lexi’s general direction.

 ‘’Yeah, that’s her. Lexi. Listen. . .I don’t know if she’ll hate me for doing this. And if you do, Lex, I understand. But the last thing I’m going to do is let you leave without showing you how much you mean to me. I’m not afraid if the whole fucking school knows it, I’ll say it to anyone who will listen. Lexi Howard is the most beautiful, the most down-to-Earth, kindest, funniest, most loyal person you’d ever hope to meet. Those are just some of the reasons I fell in love with her when we were in fourth grade. And as much as I thought I loved her back then, that’s absolutely nothing to how much I love her now,’’ tears cascaded down your cheeks, you felt the entire school looking at you but all you focused on was Lexi.

 Her mouth hung open, tears still glossy in her eyes as she stood there, listening to every word you said. The shadow of a smile on her red lips.

 ‘’You’re worried that you’re not enough for me? Lexi. . .you are everything. I see you, I love you. And I’m not going to stop just because you’re scared. I don’t care how long it takes, I’m going to prove it to you that I’m not going anywhere,’’ you smiled through your tears. You could vaguely see her smile, hands covering her mouth soon after as she began taking small steps towards you.

 You gently handed the mic back to the DJ, who you could’ve sworn was choking back a few tears of his own (whether it was from being faded or actually moved by your speech, you didn’t know) and began walking towards Lexi. Nothing around you mattered other than the girl you were walking towards. Not the whole school who was clapping and cheering, not the girls crying out of joy and merriment, not even the fact that your makeup was absolutely fucked due to your emotional outburst.

‘’Lex please don’t hate-‘’ your eyes flew open when she tackled you into a mind-blowing kiss, her hands caressing the back of your head as she crashed her lips onto yours.

 You quickly kissed back, holding the side of her face as the world completely faded from your view. You didn’t know how long you stood there in the middle of the dancefloor, kissing your dream girl like it was a bad high school musical deleted scene. But you didn’t give two shits.

‘’I love you too,’’ she whispered, staring into your eyes as you held each other. You nodded, smiling as a new wave of tears threatened to escape. She smiled back, the two of you kissing and smiling, wrapped around in each other’s gentle embrace. Wrapped around in the start of your new forever.

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My Everything - Part Twelve

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut! 7.6K

Masterpost

It was sad putting your two weeks in at Mark It, but everyone understood. You were extremely grateful for every single opportunity they had given you. But sometimes a bird needs to leave the nest. You promised you’d talk up the company to any undergrads you come across. You were able to get onto the university’s insurance right away, and you added Harry to your plan.

One night Harry was rubbing your feet while you were both sitting on the couch.

“So do you need to go to campus a bunch? Or can you do a lot from home?”

“I’m going to be on campus for as long as I can, set up my office and all that. It’s nice, I even have a window! I feel like I’ll be able to concentrate in the space a little easier.”

“My mum was wondering if we wanted her and Gem to come here for Christmas this year instead of us flying out.”

“Oh.” You frown. “No, I want you to be able to see your friends. This is when you usually get to see Louis. I can still fly, the doctor said it was okay.”

“Are you sure you can swing that? I mean, you have so much to do with your new job.”

“We only go for the holidays, the school won’t even be open. We’re only gone for seven days. I’d rather go to London, but that’s very sweet of her to offer.”

“If that’s the case, she was wondering when we’re going to set up a registry. I think she wants to throw you an early baby shower since they probably won’t be able to come here for that.”

“Oh, um, this is sort of awkward, but we don’t do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, Jewish people, we don’t do baby showers.”

“Why not?”

“It’s bad luck.” You shrug. “You’re not supposed to buy gifts for the baby or bring anything into the home ahead of time. My mom said we could put things in her basement.”

“So we can’t even set up the nursery? I mean, I was ready to start gettin’ the bed out of there. I was thinking of turning the loft into the guest room.”

“What about your desk and all of your things?”

“I don’t really work from home much anymore, and I’d like to still have a place for my family to sleep when they come visit.”

“Alright, and we can set up the nursery, like we can paint and stuff. We can put the crib in there, but maybe not the padding or the blankets. We can get the registry set up and just put my mom’s address on there. I know she was thinking of doing a combined mommy shower for myself and Erica.”

“Mommy shower?”

“It’s sort of a loophole to the baby shower thing. Everyone brings gifts for the parents to be.”

“Ohhh, I like that. I’ll tell my mum to do that instead. I’m sure she’d love the idea of buying you a ton of things.”

“She doesn’t need to.”

“I know, but this is her first grandchild and she feels far away from it, you know? She wants to spoil us, you.”

“Alright, then I won’t argue.”

“Come here, come sit in my lap.”

You get up and climb on top of him. He holds you close to him. He gives you kisses and you give them back. He feels a wetness on his neck from where you’ve buried your face.

“Are you crying?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” He can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m just so happy.” You look up at him. “I thought starting a new job and rearranging all our furniture and stuff would be stressful. I thought with our friends living further away we’d never see them, but we see them all the time still. Things are good, Harry.”

“They’re very good, darlin’.” He kisses your forehead. You roll your hips down on him.

“Will you take me to the bedroom?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

He picks you up carefully, and carries you down the hall. Things were really good.

//

“Let me get a good look at yeh, spin around.” You turn around in your maternity outfit for him. You still weren’t that big, but you were carrying a lot of your weight in your lower stomach, so normal pants were no longer an option. Instead you opted for leggings and a long sleeve flowy dress to wear over them. “What time’s your first class?”

“9:30.” You beam.

“Have a great first day, I can’t wait to hear all about it.” Harry kisses you and sends you off into the cold.

Your commute to school wouldn’t be a long one, which was nice. Since you weren’t hired as a research faculty, and since you couldn’t start your PhD yet, you did have to work Monday through Friday, but most days you’d be home around 3PM, which was really nice. You’d be teaching a couple of intro communication courses, at two sections each, and then two sections of an upper level film criticism course. You were thrilled.

You go to your office first to drop off your coat, and change your shoes. You didn’t need to wear your boots all day. Your friends had sent you good luck texts and other well wishes. You make your way to the elevator and head upstairs. There were a couple of early birds there, and you smile at them as you get your laptop set up with the computer.

You wait until 9:35 to get started, letting any stragglers come into the room. Once everyone is seated, you close the door.

“Good morning everyone, lucky you, we get to do this three times a week. I know 9:30 is early so coffee and other snacks are fine with me. I know some professors don’t allow that, but I don’t really care. Just make sure your neighbor doesn’t have any allergies.” You take a deep breath. “Right, so, my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, feel free to call me Y/N, or professor, or whatever you feel comfortable with. Just know that I am not a doctor, so you don’t need to address me as such.” The students hum their response. “As you may or may not be able to tell, I’m pregnant.” You turn to the side and cup your lower stomach. “Thank you, yes, very exciting. I’m due at the end of May, and if all goes according to plan you shouldn’t need a substitute. This is my first time physically teaching in person, but I have taught before. I’m very excited to be here. Oh! I will say, my husband owns Styles Photography not too far from here, so if you ever need a good picture taken, or if you’re looking for an internship, don’t hesitate to ask me. And before you ask, no, I did not take his last name.” You look at their droopy eyes. “Okay, before we get into the syllabus and class expectations, I want us all to do an ice breaker.” You hear a few groans. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to say your name or where you’re from, I already have all that info. I want you to turn to the person next to you, take out your phones, and show them your most recently liked tik tok.” They all look at you. “We all have tik tok right?” They all say yes. “Okay then, have at it.”

You lean back against the desk as you hear people laughing and giggling.

“Anyone have the same one liked?” A couple students raise their hands. “Too funny. Okay, okay, let’s settle back down. See, isn’t that a better way of getting to know someone?” You go over to the computer and pull up your syllabus. “I want these classes to be real open discussion. As long as you’re not talking over someone, don’t even worry about raising your hand.”

You give the same shpeal in each class all week. By the time Friday rolled around, you were drained to say the least, but you were happy. You felt accomplished. You knew things might get more difficult as you started assigning projects and such, and getting bigger, but you tried not to think too far ahead.

You loved having students visit during your office hours, some of them really took a liking to you. Harry would bring Buster by when you could take your lunch breaks. You were a lot closer to him now which he liked.

“Professor Y/L/N?” A student knocks on the door and gasps when she sees Harry. All of your students knew what he looked like by now because they begged to see pictures. “Sorry, I’m interrupting your lunch.”

“It’s okay, Molly. This is my husband, Harry.” He smiles and shakes her hand. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you could look over something quick for me? I selected some music for the background in my video, and I just wanted to know your thoughts.”

“Sure!”

“I can step out if yeh want?”

“It’s okay Mr. Styles, six ears are better than four.” The girl smiles and he nods.

Harry watches as you explain things to your student. How understanding you are, and how you give her a few tips. She thanks you before leaving.

“That was pretty cool. Wish I had a teacher like you back in the day.”

“Oh, stop.” You smile. “I’m really having a lot of fun with them.”

“Good, I’m glad. So…we have a doctor’s appointment on Friday.”

“That we do.”

“We’ve been holdin’ off on something…”

“You wanna know the sex of the baby, don’t you?”

“I do, I really do. I know it doesn’t really matter because it could decide it wants to be the complete opposite, and I know we’ve painted the nursery grey and yellow, but I mostly wanna know so we can start calling it its name, instead of it or Baby Styles.”

“Aw, but I like Baby Styles.” You pout and he leans in to kiss you. “I see what you’re saying though. Okay, I suppose at our next appointment we could finally let Dr. Johnson tell us.”

“Consider it another birthday present.”

“Harry.” You sigh. “Your birthday was two weeks ago.”

“I know…but you made it such a good birthday.”

“Please.” You whisper as your cheeks heat up. “I can’t discuss that here. This is one office that will stay pure.”

//

Dr. Johnson was giving you your ultrasound, making sure everything was good. The baby’s heart beat was excellent, and everything was the way it should be.

“Does its head look large to you? Harry has a pretty big head.” You smirk and he nudges your shoulder.

“We may have a larger head, sure.” She laughs. “So, Harry mentioned to the nurse that you’d like to know what you’re having. Are we sure? A couple of weeks ago it didn’t seem like you were ready to know.”

“We talked about it and we’d like to know.” You tell her.

“Alright…” She moves the ultrasound over your stomach so you can really see the baby’s side better. “You two are having…a boy!”

You both gasp and tear up. You look up at Harry and he leans down to kiss you.

“We would’ve been happy with either, but I was hoping for a boy.” You say. “I kind of had a feeling since he’s sitting so low.”

Dr. Johnson cleans up your stomach and prints you some new sonograms. You couldn’t help but stay glossy eyed as you get down to the car. Harry takes your hand and kisses it.

“Harry…”

“Yes, my love?”

“We’re having a Jack Edward.”

“We’re havin’ a Jack Edward.” He leans in to kiss your teary face. “Can we FaceTime my mum when we get home?”

“Of course. We can tell everyone.”

//

Your mother threw you and Erica a conjoined “Mommy Shower”. Her husband’s family wanted to do something traditional for her. So of course they broke the rules and bought things for her soon to be baby, which you found out was going to be a girl. You were happy to have her to go through this with.  It made you a lot closer. You could call her and compare weird cravings.

You were having fun munching on food, and talking with your friends. You and Erica didn’t really want to play any of the baby shower games. The decorations were really nice that were put up, though. Eventually came time for you to open gifts. Harry sat on one side of you while Mike sat on Erica’s other side so you two could sit in the middle.

You each opened up your gifts, and thanked everyone for coming. You talked with Sarah about her wedding planning. Her and Niall would be getting married at a Temple in Milton, and the reception would be at a nearby hotel. Well, the ceremony would be outside of a Temple, but either way, more religious than your ceremony.

Isaac and Seth would be going to the courthouse at the end of March, and having a party at their apartment for close friends and family. Rachel and Mariah had recently got engaged as well. Everything was falling into place for all your friends, and you couldn’t be happier for them. You were happy that even though you were all sort of growing up and moving on with your lives that you still made time for each other. You felt like you had this whole other family with them, and they felt the same way.

//

It was your one year wedding anniversary, and you were very pregnant. Harry wanted to take you to the Cape for the weekend, to the inn you got married at.

“Are you excited for your weekend away, Professor?” One of your students asks. They loved when they could get you going on a tangent on a Friday. You were too tired to care at this point.

“I’m very excited.”

“What’s being married like? I can’t even imagine being with one person.” Another student says.

“That’s because you’re in college.” You chuckle. “Being married is really nice, actually. To be honest, it’s not that much different from being just in a normal relationship, but there’s a whole other level of trust and understanding.”

“How did you and Harry meet?”

“Have I never told this story to this section of class?” The class all says no. “I don’t believe you, but I’m too pregnant to care, and it’s Friday.” You sit on the edge of the desk. “We met on a blind date. Our friend Niall set us up. We went to a dinner. I was twenty-four at the time.” You smile.

“And you two just hit it off?”

“Mhm, it was like we went on that one date, and we just kept seeing each other like every weekend. I think it was like three weeks in when he asked me to be his girlfriend.” The class gasps. “I know! And then we moved in together after like five months.”

“Ohhh, he really liked you huh?”

“Very much, and I guess I liked him too.” You giggle.

“Is it weird that next month you’re going to be a mom?”

“Well, I’ve been a mom to my dog, Buster, you guys know that. But…it’s not that it’s weird, it’s more like nervous and excited. Everything’s going to change.”

“Ahem.” You look over and see Harry leaning against the door frame, smiling, with a bouquet of flowers. The class ooo’s. They knew Harry well by now.

“You’re early.” You smile.

“Only by five minutes. It’s Friday, think yeh could dismiss ‘em early?”

“What do you say class? We did some good work this week, yeah? Go on, enjoy your weekends.”

“You too!” A few of them say.

“I like freshmen.” You tell Harry as he hands you your flowers. “Thank you, these are lovely.” You kiss him quick.

“Bags and Buster are in the car, you ready?”

“Mhm, just need to pee quick. Long drive.”

You waddle down the hall to the bathroom, and Harry waits for you. He goes down the elevator with you and helps you with your things in your office. You liked that the two of you took these sentimental trips. It was the perfect way to celebrate an entire year of marriage. It would also probably be one of your last weekends away as you him, and Buster before Jack comes.

“So, I was thinking we could have dinner in the restaurant tonight, and just relax in the hotel room. Then tomorrow if you felt up to it we could go for a walk on the beach in the morning, and then go to the spa in the afternoon. Get pedicures and all that.”

“Sounds wonderful, baby.” You take his hand and kiss it. “Thanks for planning this. It’s the perfect getaway.”

Harry checks you in while you use the bathroom in the lobby. You get Buster up to the room and give him a biscuit before changing into some dinner clothes.

“Do you think I’ll lose all this baby weight?” You say as you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Hope not.” He pinches your bum and wraps his arms around you from behind. “Kinda like havin’ a little more to hold onto.” He kisses your cheek.

“Harry, stop. I’m all…plump.”

“It looks good on yeh, babe, trust me.” He gives your bum another squeeze and lets you go. “Ready to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m starved. Be a good boy Buster, mummy and daddy’ll leave the TV on for you. We’ll have to take him for a good walk tomorrow.”

“Agreed.”

You two are seated at a table. You remember when you had brunch with everyone the day after the wedding. There was space to dance near the bar, other couples having a good time. When you’re done eating, Harry brings you over to the dance floor and pulls you close. The music was slow and nice.

“My bump’s in the way.” You look down at your stomach and back up at Harry.

“Not at all.” He has you lean your head on his chest, and he dances with you. “See, isn’t this nice?”

“Very.” You nuzzle into him closer. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

After a few songs you both decide it’s time to go upstairs, you had been on your feet all day. You both greet a sleepy Buster and start your nightly routines. You rub some cocoa butter on your belly and get onto the bed. Harry’s routine now involved getting between your legs and talking to Jack. He’d tell him about your days and what he was looking forward to once he was born. He did this every night because sometimes Jack would kick, and Harry loved feeling his kicks. He’d give your belly a ton of kisses and then he’d give you a ton of kisses.

The next morning you put on some leggings and a three-quarter zip fleece, and put your hair up in a cute, messy bun. Harry puts Buster’s leash on and you two head out and down towards the beach. It was a nice spring day out, but you were happy you had your fleece since it was still a bit chilly.

Going for a long walk was good, according to your doctor. Not to mention Harry loved seeing your ass in your leggings. The three of you stop so Harry can take a selfie. Someone sees the three of you and offers to take a photo.

“When we get back tomorrow…” He says as you make your way back to the inn to go to the spa. “I have some things set up for you.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll see.” He grins. “We haven’t done a maternity shoot yet.”

“Oh!” You beam at him. “And you already set it up?”

“Mhm, I didn’t wanna waste any time when we got home.”

“I’m really excited. You’ll be in them too, right?”

“Um, usually the dad isn’t…do you want me to be?”

“Yeah! Definitely.”

He kisses your temple and you head inside. Buster gets a little luxurious experience at the groomer the inn has while you two get pedicures. You nearly pass out in the chair while getting your feet massaged. Harry kept his hand in yours the whole time.

You both decide to order room service for dinner and a little lemon cake for dessert. You take a relaxing bath with him in the Jacuzzi-tub. Once you’re all dry he gets you on the bed. He has you sit in his lap where he knew you’d be most comfortable. He gets his lips on yours and kisses you softly. You lace your hands through his damp curls. He rubs his fingers along your slit before pressing inside you. You groan against his neck as he curls his fingers up. He retracts them and sucks them into his mouth.

“Jesus.” You moan as you line his throbbing tip up with you. You sink down on it and groan. “Babe, what if, what if I’m never this tight again.”

“What?!” His eyes snap to yours. “What would even make you say that right now?”

“I don’t know! I mean, I’m gonna push this kid out of me, and his head is gonna rip me open, and-“

“Baby, baby…” He cups your cheeks. “Listen to me, none of that matters. I don’t care about that.”

“But you’re always saying you love how tight I am, and-“

“I know, and it’s true, it feels really good, but it would feel good with you no matter what because I love you. As long as it’s you, it feels good, okay? Do you believe me? Please, don’t worry about something like that.”

“Okay.”

“You believe me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I believe you.”

“Good.”

He kisses you and your tongues mold together. He grips your ass and helps you move on him. You were at a point where you didn’t have much strength on your own, but this was the only position that worked for you these days. His teeth sink into the crook of your neck and he sucks on you.

“Harry.” You groan.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He says into your ear as thrusts up into you. “You’re giving me everything I ever wanted and more.” Your nails rakes down his chest and around to his back, sinking in.

“I love you too, thank you for making a mom.” You start tearing up as he fucks up into you faster.

“Jesus, fuck.”  He grunts. “You’re gonna be the best mum.” He makes eye contact with you and smirks. “The fuckin’ sexiest mum on the block.”

He snakes a hand between the two of you to rub your clit as fast as he can. You cling to him harder, your body laced with sweat. He had you moaning pretty loud until you let out a breathless gasp as you came.

“Fill me up babe, need to feel it, please.”

“God, I love it when you beg me like that, shit.” He groans and releases inside you. He kisses you before lifting you off of him.

He gets up and grabs a towel to clean you up. Once you’re both all set, you snuggle up and fall asleep.

//

“Oh wow!” You exclaim when you get into your apartment the next day.

“Happy anniversary, dalin’.” He kisses your cheek.

“This set up looks beautiful! Wait, I have something for you.”

“Y/N.” He sighs. “We said no real gifts.”

“I know, but I couldn’t help myself.” You pout. “I got you a new chain for your cross.” You hand him a box out of your purse. He opens it and smiles.

“It’s beautiful, thank you very much.”

He gives you a quick kiss and changes the chains out quick.

“Okay, go do your hair how you like, and get naked while I set the cameras up, yeah?”

You go into the bathroom and blow out your hair. You put some makeup on as well, and come out in your robe. Harry had his white sheet hung up in the living area, and a fan to blow your hair back.

“Harry…?”

“Yes?”

“Um…my…well…could you help me shave? I don’t want my bush in the pictures. It’s one thing with just you and me, but when I look back on these, and I can’t reach, and-“

“Go stand in the tub, I’ll come in in a second.” He smiles. Harry comes in a few minutes later.

“I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not, really.” He shrugs. “You’d do the same for me if I couldn’t reach my balls.” You burst out laughing.

He gets you all shaved after ten somewhat awkward minutes, but you’re grateful to feel fresh and clean.

“Thank you so much, I’m sorry.”

“Please, stop apologizing. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses you. “Now come on, it’s all set up.”

You come back out. He gets the fan going to blow your hair back. He tells you what positions to stand in. He gets some beautiful ones of you from the side. Really holding your bump.

“Don’t people do this wearing clothes too?”

“Oh, sure, but we have plenty of pictures of us like that, don’t we?”

“I suppose that’s true. Take your shirt off now, I want you in the pictures too, remember?”

Harry gets the camera set up on the tripod, and takes his shirt off. He gets on one knee and kisses your belly in one. He stands back up and takes your hands in his. You both lean in to kiss each other. He gets behind you in one, and you both make heart shapes with your hands over your stomach.

“I’ll zoom in on that one, it’ll look really nice for an album cover.” He says. “Look at how beautiful you are.” You put your robe back on and look at his camera.

“Thank you so much, I’m happy we’ll have these memories.”

“And then once Jack’s born, Mariah said she’d do a newborn shoot for us.

“She’s the best, the absolute best.”

//

You were able to make it through the end of the semester without having the baby in your classroom. You felt grateful that you’d be teaching online sections of courses in the fall so you could stay home with Jack a little longer. Erica had her littler girl, and you waddled into the hospital to say congratulations. She was a beautiful baby, and you were excited that Jack would have a cousin so close in age, other than Michael, to grow up with.

The weather was getting warmer and you were getting more uncomfortable after each day passed. Harry did his best to keep you calm, but you were at a point where everything annoyed you. He had you walking, eating spicy food, and you two were definitely still fucking, but nothing was helping you induce.

You had finally fallen asleep when you felt something wet underneath you. You pull the blankets back and see a huge wet spot. Your eyes grow wide.

“Harry!”

“What?!” He comes bursting through the door, he had stayed up to read in the living room so you could get some sleep.

“I think my water broke!” You beam.

“Oh my god, it’s happening!” He helps you out of the bed and gets you into the sweats you had picked out to go to the hospital in.

“Call my mom, I want her with us, okay? I need her.”

“Okay, once we’re in the car alright?” He smiles. “I need to text Rachel to come by to be with Buster.”

“Alright.”

He gets you into the car, and he calls your mom letting her know you were on your way to Boston Hospital. Luckily, Dr. Johnson was on call for you, and you were told she was on her way. A nurse gets you into a room, and gets you hooked up to whatever you needed to be hooked up to.

“Okay, so you’re not looking for a natural birth, correct?”

“Nope, give me all the drugs.” You laugh.

“We’ll do our best.” She smiles.

Eventually your mom shows up giving you lots of hugs and kisses.

“My little girl, my baby about to have a baby.” She smooths your forehead. “How are you doing, Harry?”

“M’alright, just wish I could take all the pain away. Her contractions have hurt really bad.”

“That’ll happen.” Your mom chuckles. “I’ll go get you some coffee.” She smiles and leaves.

“I’m glad she’s here.” You say to him.

“Me too. Nice to have family here for this.”

“Do me a favor, if the doctor asks you if you want to look while he’s coming out, say no. I do not want you looking. You’ll never get that image out of your mind.”

“Alright, I promise.” Your mom comes back shortly with the coffee.

“Mum, you’ll have to call the cantor for me so we can get Jack circumcised.”

“Of course, I’ll call first thing in the morning. I know he’s been waiting for you to call. And I’m going to have your brother and dad get your crib and everything over to your apartment first thing in the morning as well.”

“Oh, thanks mum.” You feel the sharp pains return to your stomach. “Harry!” You gasp. He rushes to your side to hold your hand.

“Remember to breathe, like in the classes.” He strokes your cheek as you squeeze his hand.

//

After twelve hours of labor, it was finally time to push. Harry was on one side you and your mom on the other. You had been given the epidural, but everything just felt cramped and uncomfortable. You were screaming and cursing as you pushed.

“You’re almost there, Y/N.” Dr. Johnson encourages you.

Harry thought you were going to break his hand off, and honestly, he felt like he deserved it watching you go through all this. Luckily, you weren’t cursing at him or screaming at him that you’ll never do this again, because honestly, you would. Despite how sick you felt in the first trimester, your pregnancy was relatively easy. You’d turn your love with Harry into another baby in a heartbeat, but he didn’t need to know that right now.

“I can see his head! Give me another good push, Y/N!”

You do ask the doctor says, and you nearly feel like you’re going to faint as she pulls Jack out of you. You weren’t sure, but you had to have torn open, there’s no way you didn’t. You hear the baby cry and a wave of relief sweeps over you. They clean him quick before resting him on you for skin on skin. Harry lets the doctor cut the cord, too afraid he’d mess something up. There were tears in your eyes and Harry’s as well. They let Harry hold Jack skin to skin as well before taking him off to weigh him and clean him up further.

“Do we have a name?” One of the nurses asks.

“Jack Edward Styles.” Harry says. You were too exhausted to speak. He leans in and gives you a kiss on the forehead. Your mother was also at a loss for words.

“He’s beautiful, honey, you did great.”

“Okay, Y/N, we just need to take care of a few things down here, I need to stitch you up.” Dr. Johnson says as she cleans up what she can.

“Oh god.” You groan and you start sobbing.

“Nothing to worry about, happens all the time. His head was a little larger like we thought. Long body too.” You look up at Harry and glare as she stitches you up.

“You and your big head.” You seethe.

“M’sorry, baby, really I am.” He can’t help but smile.

“Alright, all done. The nurses will help you the rest of the way.”

One of them shows you the mesh underwear you’ll be wearing and you grimace. You never felt less attractive in your life. After a little while you’re wheeled into your hospital room where you can relax. Your mom stepped out to go home and change. She said she’d come back during visiting hours. She also wanted to give you and Harry some time to relax. He laid on the bed with you and you rested your head on his chest as you finally slept. You were so fucking tired. It was like your entire body had been tensed up for days and now you could relax.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?” A nurse coos as she comes in with Jack. Harry sits up and beams at the baby. “Someone’s hungry, does mommy wanna try to feed?”

“I’ll give it a go.” You say as you try to sit up a little. Harry adjusts your pillows for you. “Ten fingers, ten toes?” You ask the nurse.

“Yes.” She chuckles as she hands him to you. “Perfectly healthy. Almost nine pounds.”

“Good god, you came outta me?” You coo to your new bundle of joy. Harry helps you move the hospital gown out of the way.

“He may not latch on right away, just give him a minute to get acquainted.” The nurse explains.

“I brought a pump with me in case he has trouble. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about breast feeding.” You explain and she nods. “Oh! Look at him go, Harry.” Jack latches on so he can feed.

“Does it hurt, love?”

“Not really, just sort of feels weird. It can tend to hurt, right?” You ask the nurse.

“Yeah, it can. You’ll want to pump so you don’t get sore and tender. For now you’ll be fine since we’ll be bringing him in for his feedings. I’ll leave him with the two of you for a while and come back in an hour or so.” You both thank her before she leaves.

“He’s beautiful, Harry. Can you believe we made him?”

“Absolutely gorgeous. I took your picture when they first put him on you, but I could take a better one now.”

“Please do, I’m all cleaned up now.” He takes his phone out and takes your picture. “What’s your eye color, Jack?” He looks up at you slightly. “Oh! Green, duh.” You laugh.

“Be a bit weird if he didn’t since both of ours are green.”

“My dad’s eyes are brown and my mom’s are green, but my brother ended up with blue eyes. Both of my sisters have brown eyes, and I have green, so literally anything could have happened. I hope he has your curls.”

“Looks like he’ll have your nose, which is nice. Your nose is way cuter than mine, s’like a little button.”

“Oh stop it, I do not have a button nose. His ears look bigger like mine.”

“Seems like he’ll be a good mix of us, huh?”

“We’ll find out once he grows in a bit. I think he’s done.” You hold him up against your shoulder so you can gently burp him, and then you hand him to Harry. “So natural.” You tell him as you smile at your boys.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Makin’ me a real Daddy. I know we have Buster and all, but this…” You lean in and kiss Jack’s head.

“Mm, he smells so good, smell his head.” You giggle. “He’s got that new baby smell.” Harry dips his head slightly and he smiles as he smells his child.

“He does smell good.” He chuckles.

A nurse comes in for you a little while later.

“Time to go to the bathroom, Y/N.” She sighs.

“No, please don’t make me.” You whine. “It’s going to hurt.”

“I know, but we need to have you try. I’ll be right in there with you.”

“Oh, wonderful.” You roll your eyes.

“Go on, honey, I’m sure you need to go with all the fluids you’ve been given.”

The nurse helps you onto your feet and you cringe as you take a step. You look back at Harry and he gives you an encouraging smile. It broke his heart to see you like this. He knew in a few months you’d be perfectly fine, but right now he knew you were in a ton of pain, and he hated it. The nurse helps you use the toilet, and you swore at her up and down, then you apologized of course. She helps you back in the bed afterwards.

“Okay…so the next time I come to help you use the bathroom, you’re going to hate me even more.”

“Why?” You ask, taking Jack back from Harry.

“You need to try to have a BM.” Your eyes widen. You had read up on this, and you weren’t looking forward to it. “We need to make sure you stitches don’t rip open and get cleaned properly. I’ll be back in a couple of hours, okay?”

“Please, take your time.” You tell her as she leaves. “That’s going to suck.”

Nurses continued to come in and out to check on you and Jack. They took him away for a while to let you and Harry rest. Harry had let everyone know to just come to visiting hours tomorrow. You needed more time to recover, and you really didn’t want to see everyone just yet. Your BM was painful to say the least, but you got through it.

“It’ll get easier, Y/N.” The nurse says. As you lay down in the bed she braces you for something much more painful. “You may want to hold your husband’s hand for this. I have to give your stomach a massage, and it’s going to hurt.”

“Wonderful.” You take a breath. “Ow! What the fuck?!” You squeeze Harry’s hand.

“I’m so sorry, I’m checking to make sure there’s no internal bleeding or air pockets.”

“This is worse than giving birth, I swear to god.” You grit your teeth.

“Okay, all done.” She smiles. “Take some time to rest. We’ll bring the baby in for another feeding soon.”

“Alright? Want some ice chips?”

“No, because then I’ll need to pee again.” You pout.

“Y/N.” He sighs and hands you the cup of ice chips.

“It burns, Harry. It’s terrible.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’ll get better soon, this is the hardest part.” He strokes your cheek. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You pucker your lips and kiss him.

//

The next day people trickle in during the different visiting hours. Your family came first and took turns holding the baby. Your friends came in the afternoon, many of them shedding tears. It was wonderful to have so many people around.

Harry had made sure to take time off from work to be home with you. Not necessarily a paternity leave, though. He told you he’d take two weeks off form going to the studio, and then he’d do half days or every other day from there. He promised he wouldn’t work weekends as well. You knew he had to work to make the money you both needed. You had a good paycheck from the school, but you weren’t working this summer, so that extra cash was nonexistent.

You were grateful your dad and brother were able to set up the nursery the rest of the way for you. Everything was in its place. You and Harry agreed Anne and Gemma, and Nannie, could fly in, in a month or so to come meet Jack. You just needed some time to adjust and heal before you started having a ton of visitors.

You and Harry couldn’t help but laugh when he helped you set up the breast pump. It was extremely awkward, but you couldn’t figure out how to do it yourself. You also needed his help going to the bathroom at various points, also extremely awkward and embarrassing, but that was marriage. You were grateful for him.

Buster took a liking to Jack right away. You knew they’d be great buddies. You and Harry barely got any sleep the first couple weeks, which was to be expected. You constantly needed to feed Jack. He was a big boy, and he was hungry.

“Why are you crying?” Harry sighs as he comes into the nursery to see what’s going on.

“Because.” You sniffle. “Because what if my breast milk doesn’t have enough stuff in it and that’s why he’s so hungry? I know nothing’s wrong with formula, but like, I’m his mother, and I can’t even give him what he needs.” You sob.

“Okay, okay.” Harry takes Jack and the bottle from you to continue feeding him. You wipe your tears. It was hard to be sad whenever you’d see Harry effortlessly hold your child. “You are giving him what he needs. He’s just…large.” He chuckles. “He’s hungry a little more. I was talkin’ to Lou, and he said Freddie was the same way. Constantly hungry, and Bri used breastmilk. You’re makin’ plenty of it. If you were havin’ trouble producing, I’d say yeah let’s switch to formula, but I think we’re fine.”

“What am I gonna do when you go back to work.” You tear up again.

“Your mum’s comin’ to be with you, remember? She’ll be here when I can’t be. Believe me, I’d rather be here with you.”

“I know, I don’t mean to make you feel bad. You just always know how to calm me down.”

“Luckily your mum’s done this four times, so she’ll know what to do too.” He smiles. He turns Jack over to burp him. “Here, wanna rock him to sleep? I’m gonna take Buster out quick.”

“Okay.” He hands him back to you. You rock him slowly and set him down in his crib. “Mummy loves you very much, Jack.” You coo as you leave the room.

You go out to the living room to sit on the couch. Buster comes trotting in and sits at your feet. You pat the top of his head, and Harry comes to sit next to you. He puts an arm around you and pulls you in close.

“Love you so much.” He kisses your hairline.

“I love you too.”

//

You were never so thankful to have friends who didn’t work in the summer in your life. Your mom was a big help, but she was also trying to help out Erica. Sarah and Rachel came over often to hang out and make sure you weren’t bored to shit while Jack napped. They’d go out for walks with you while he was strapped to your chest.

“You look great, Y/N.” Sarah says.

“Seriously, Y/N, it’s been what? A month? Barely even have a tummy anymore.” Rachel says.

“Oh stop it.” You shake your head at them as you walk down the street. “I’ve just simply deflated. Dr. Johnson said I could start doing more cardio next month, do some strength training too, but for now she just wants me walking.”

“Having that little guy strapped to you has to be some kind of strength training.” Sarah smirks.

“You have no idea! He looks tiny, but he gets heavy after a while.”

“When do you think you guys will do your newborn shoot?”

“Probably next month once I feel a little more comfortable being photographed. Oh! You guys should see the album we put together from the maternity shoot, the pictures came out so nice. I had a couple framed and put into Jack’s room.”

“Definitely! How’s Harry been with going back to work?” Rachel says.

“He feels guilty, and like he’s missing out on things. I’ve brought Jack to the studio a couple of times, but I think it makes it worse for him. That’s why Buster’s been going to work with him. He’s such a good dad, not that I ever doubted he would be. It’s never a contest, like he’s just always jumping into help.”

“That’s what he’s supposed to do. He’s a dad, not a babysitter.” Sarah points out.

“Exactly.”

“Do you feel like you’ve had any post-partum stuff?” Rachel asks.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough? Like when I feed him and he gets hungry again almost immediately after, I feel like I’m not giving him what he needs. But Harry seems to think he’s just genuinely hungry. I’m excited for Anne and Gemma to come visit soon, and I think Nannie’s gonna come up in August.”

“That’s great! It must be difficult knowing you have a grandchild so far away.”

“Since Anne’s retired, Harry was saying she might rent a small studio and stay here for a while longer this summer to be with Jack, and to help us out a bit. I’m all for it, she’s the best, and it would take some pressure offer my mom. I know she’s trying to balance out time with Jack and Melissa.”

“Oh yeah, how’s she doing?”

“Good! Erica’s kind of dealing with the same things as I am. Although, she went right to formula instead of breastfeeding.” You shrug.

“Do you think you’ll ever put your piercings back in?”

“The second my stomach goes back to normal, that’s going back in for sure, but my nipples I’m not so sure about. If I get pregnant again I’ll just need to take them out, it was really annoying. I’m fine with just my nose for now.”

You were grateful your friends didn’t mind talking about this stuff, and even more grateful they were checking in on your mental state. You were the luckiest person in the world.