#im gonna tattoo this on my forehead

[nattaphum]

ART 💙

[russellius]

sooooooooo, about the fanbook... well... this has just happened:

so, yeah :)...

i would like to say a big BIG thank you to everyone who has contributed to this lil book in any way, and the biggest shoutout and thank you goes to mercedes as well, for being super super nice, and helping to make this happen.

i honestly have no words for this right now, and i've been just trying to process this for half a day now (i got sent the photos and the video as we were waiting in the fanstage area at the track), but yeah.

i'm over the moon, as one would say 🥹💙...

[spicypussywave]

drts boxset

[doinggreat]

[p1harmonie]

[dutchwinter]

hi oliver i painted you a little gold finch <3

oh so you want me to cry thats it. you want me to drown in a river of my tears. i see how it is. from now on we are ENEMIES do you hear me. ENEMIES.

shae. shae,... shae. shae. listen to me. i love you. what the HELLL aauaruugh.

[end0r4]

You want fortune or you want truth?

American Gods S01E03: Head full of snow

Ian Mcshane and Cloris Leachman as Mr. Wednesday & Zorya Vechernyaya

[six-of-ravens]

today is Mall Day and I'm just so very, very excited to go to lush. SO VERY EXCITED!!

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

daNI WHAT DO U MEAN EIGHTY ONE THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED NINETY SIX HELLO?????

(leave some for the rest of us pls???)

its not a lot if you post it as a oneshot

[niallsblckgirlfriend]

I don’t care that she’s only 21

Olivia Rodrigo wrote Brutal for everyone in their mid to late 20s who was sold the American dream in their youth and are now broke and living at home, realizing it was alll bullshit lol

[maindancersungjin]

Ily (i love youngksbestsongdreamer)

[evie-sturns]

ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: you're spending the weekend at the sturniolos house, you've never had feeling for matt, but this weekend has been different, he just looks too good, the sexual frustration builds up to the point where you just have to get yourself off, but matt walks in on you..

Warnings: swearing, smut, f!masturbation, caught gettin freaky w yourself, fingering, p in v.

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i'm spending the weekend with my best friends, the sturniolos. i've never had any feelings for them, but this past week matt has been looking.. different. he's recently got more tattoos, his facial hair has grown out slightly, giving him a subtle moustache. matt's been wearing different earrings, longer ones, i've never thought about him this way, it weirds me out, but i can't help myself. i've had no privacy for the past 3 days though, constantly with a triplet. i've wanted to touch myself, but i physically cant.

i open the trash can, throwing in me, matt, nick and chris's empty solo cups, which were filled with rootbeer.

"im so fucking tired what time is it." chris yawns, standing up from the dining table.

"1:30am." nick mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"okay guys, i'm going to bed yeah? gotta be up early for the beach tomorrow" chris says, doing stupid claps with a wide grin on his face.

i scoff, waving him goodbye as he disappears upstairs. nick runs over to me, giving me a quick hug "i'm gonna sleep too, love ya y/n, see you in the morning."

me and matt stand in the kitchen, i lean on the countertop slightly, scrolling on our phones. his face is lit by his screen, highlighting his features. i don't even notice the fact i'm squeezing my thighs together until he looks up at me.

"you okay, mrs. staring problem" he jokes, giving me a smile. my cheeks flush, i uncross my thighs and wipe my face quickly. "sorry." i say, quickly.

"i'm gonna go watch a movie okay? my rooms always open." i say, giving matt a hug.

i get butterflies, why the fuck did i get butterflies?

i feel a heat grow between my legs, i run upstairs, going into the spare room which im staying in for the next few days. i lock the door behind me,

atleast i think i do.

i flop down on the bed, my hand reaches under my waistband, tracing soft circles over my fabric of my panties. "fuck." i whisper before shimmying my shorts and panties down in one motion to my ankles.

im left with my bottom half revealed on the bed, i use one finger to trace my clit in circles. i squirm on the bed, restraining my moans. after a few minutes i plunge two fingers into my hole, pumping in and out.

my mind subconsciously flicks to matt, his tattoos, which crawl up his arms, his hair, his hands, i wonder what they would look like around my neck-

the door opens, my eyes bulge open, me and matt make direct eye contact, i instantly yank up my shorts,

"get out please!" i say, my voice shaking, as i sit up quickly

"oh fuck im so sorry!" he yells slamming the door shut, his face pale.

i fall back on the bed, covering my face with a long groan.

embarrasment.

is the only thing i feel, my heart pounds as i bring my knees to my chest.

after 10 minutes, i hear a quiet knock on the door, i sit up off the bed, walking towards the door and opening it.

im met with matts guilty face, his cheeks are flushed, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

he opens his mouth, nothing comes out execpt for a small noise. he clears his throat "sorry."

"i uh, sorry um, i really shouldve knocked." he says fidgeting with his hand. i stay silent, my cheeks cherry red. "i swear i didn't see much." he assures, i look up at him, raising an eyebrow in a 'really?' way. he stares at me "maybe thats a lie, but i swear ill blank it out of my mind!" he says, his voice frantic.

"its fine matt, i shouldve locked the door okay? lets go watch a movie in your room." i say, giving matt a warm smile. he nods, walking towards his room.

i follow close behind him as he jumps into bed, laying an arms out, i jump in beside him, cuddling close into his side.

my heart beats again, when im nervous words just come out.

"i was thinking about you when i was touching myself." i blurt out, slamming a hand over my mouth. the room goes silent. im frozen in shock.

"what?" he says in confusion.

"not true." i mumble out. my hand glued to my mouth.

matt tenses up under me. "y/n.. you have to tell me right now what your were thinking about.." he says, calmer than expected/

i stay silent.

"y/n." hes cut off by my voice.

"you it was you, i don't know!" i say, my voice trembling from embarrassment.

"what about me?" matt teases, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly

"tattoos, hair, hands" my mouth is moving faster than my brain.

"is that so now?" he says, looking down at me.

i nod quickly, matt sits up on his knees before hovering over me. i look up at him, my eyes submissive.

he smashes his lips into mine, holding the back of my head. "matt" i whine into his mouth. "i know, i know." he says, pulling my shorts down. "can i?" he says, toying with the waistband of my panties.

"please." i beg, lifing my hips up to help him. he leans down and whispers into my hair.

"whats gonna happen is you're gonna ride me, and you arent going to make a single noise, nick and chris are right next door."

i nod, flipping us over, straddling his thighs with my bare lower half.

he pulls down his sweatpants, his large erection springing out. "you ready?" he says, tearing open a condom with his teeth and rolling it on him. "i really like you.." i whisper, hovering above his tip. "you need help sweatheart?" matt speaks, holding my ass.

i didn't, i just wanted to feel his hands on me.

"yes,- yeah please.."

he lowers me down onto him, halfway down. suddenly he drops me, my ass colliding with his thighs, i let out a gasp as he smiles, he lifts me back up to his tip, before dropping me again.

i let out a shaky moan, matt holds a hand over my mouth. "can't stay quiet can you baby?" he teases, lifting me up and down.

i squeeze my eyes shut, pushing myself up and down with my hands on his collar bones. i let out muffled whimpers, his hand clamped onto my lips.

"so good princess." he praises, lifting me up and down faster.

"you're clenching, gonna cum for me?"

i nod frantically,

"go on." he says, i instantly comply, orgasming on his length.

he groans before pulling out of me, his cum spilling into his condom. i instantly collapse on his chest. matt whispers praises in my ear.

i place a long kiss on his neck.

"pretty glad i didn't lock the door." i say in between breaths

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had a shitty day today so i wrote matt smut LMAO

[ghxstyfae]

Jake Webber coquette girl? 😻‼️

Hi cutie🫶🏻 just did some headcanons for ya<3

Pearly Kisses ♡ J.Webber

Synopsis: headcanons of Jake Webber and his coquette gf

Warnings: 18 + under labelled section, cigarettes, let me know if i missed anything

Masterlist

Sfw

These two are like night and day, aesthetically speaking.

This causes them get looks (mostly from old ppl) wherever they go

Jake 'steals' her makeup

Sometimes when shes getting ready in the morning, sitting at her vanity with a fluffy headband and dozens of skincare and makeup products, he'll just sit on the floor beside her and watch

Makeup all over his bedsheets, especially mascara and lipsticks

"Jakey my dress doesnt have any pockets!! Can you keep my lipstick, wallet and phone in yours? Pretty please"

And of course he will, but tells her to leave her wallet at home because ?? Obviously hes gonna pay for anything she would need, and he's driving anywhere she needs to go.

Takes her to get her nails done on routine, he makes a whole day of it.

First, the appointment, if its a longer one he might leave for a bit and bring back some food for her and her tech. Next, they'll either go to get food if they havent already eaten, or some kinda drink (dunkin, tims, maccas, etc). Then they go shopping or thrifting, and finish the evening with dinner

Feels so out of place in her bedroom at first. Pastel pink, white, and cream shades were they only colours in her room + its full of clean, fluffy blankets and stuffies

"Jake theres literally a huge wine stain on my rug and empty snack wrappers everywhere idc if you make a mess"

But within a month half his tiktoks have a girly background because he records them while hes waiting for her to be done her makeup.

Jake now actively listens to Lana del rey on a daily basis, and his spotify wrapped will have atleast one of her songs on it

Sometimes, if gf happens to smoke, they share a cigarette and she leaves a lipstick stain on it

Speaking of, lipstick stains on his cheeks, neck, forehead, etc 24/7

Jake plans on getting her kiss mark tattooed on his neck after they get married

Nsfw

Likes to have her ride his cock in her tiny little miniskirts, will play with the bows in her hair and praise her for being such a good girl for him

Corruption kink goes brrr

Loves seeing tou all dolled up for him just so he can destroy it🤭

Valentines day special: bought her some cute lingerie and covered the room in pink flower petals, lit some candles and they had a beautiful dinner. He proceeds to absolutely WRECK her.

Would actually go FERAL if gf happened to have some kinda womb tattoo/trapstamp . just saying.

Hey, their isnt too many and they arent very good, so Im so sorry my love. I really hope you still enjoy though<3 if you'd like, id love to make a part two

My masterlist

[ashleyfilm]

Seeing Clearly - Chapter 6. The Nightmare

Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: cursing, SMUT, angst *im sorry* - Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. F!OC was recommended to me since there's a lot of description of her but I'm writing her as You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: The Nightmares that have plagued you come back and Joel helps you through it, but getting closer isn't easy. 1.2K

Thank you to @saradika-graphics for the book line divider. :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6. The Nightmare

By some miracle, you haven’t had any of your nightmares since you arrived in Jackson two weeks ago. That is until early this morning when, in your sleep, you toss and turn and yell until you’re woken up by Joel’s large hands on your shoulders and his warm breath in your face. “Hey, hey, shhh, you’re okay. It was a nightmare, you’re okay. Look at me.” You realize your cheeks are wet, how long have you been crying? “Joel?” Your voice is scratchy, how long have you been yelling? “Darlin’, you didn’t wake up for me. It took almost ten minutes of me shaking you to wake you up,” Joel says, quietly as he can but you hear so much pain in his voice. “I’m sorry,” you say, “Raiders, I was caught for, for...two years, a little while before I came here. The nightmares, I haven’t had one since I got here, I thought maybe I wouldn’t. I’m so sorry.” Joel is kneeling next to your bed, hands loosening around you, and you see he’s in his pajamas and his hair is all messy from sleep. He sits back a bit, and you see he’s visibly angry, “Nothin’ to be sorry about. That’s never gonna happen to you again, I promise you that.” Still trying to catch your breath you say, “You can’t promise that, Joel.” He sits up again, closer to you. “You are here now, look at me,” and you do, its blurry without your glasses but he’s so close you can see into his eyes, “You’re here now and I’m not going to let anything hurt you like that ever again.” You try to nod but he continues, “Oh, god, you’re shaking so much. What can I do?” After a moment of silence you ask, “Will, will you hold me?” and before you can finish your question, he climbs up beside you, puts his arms around you and has your cheek resting over his heart that’s beating wildly. As his heart calms, so do you and you fall back asleep.

When you wake, you’re disoriented. You’re asleep on your side but you feel a large, warm presence behind you, and a large arm draped over you. For a moment, you freeze in terror and Joel, who was already awake feels the shift, grabbing you gentle but firm to turn you so you face him. He says your name over and over, looking into your eyes and you finally breathe. Then he can finally breathe, and he lays his forehead against yours hovering over you, his eyes closed. Before you can think, you reach up to cup his cheek and he leans into it, snuggling your palm. And you think you’ve never felt this safe in your whole life. You’re so close. It would only take a slight movement of your neck, and your lips would touch. And then they do. His lips are so soft and so warm and your lips slot so perfectly with his. He doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, licking at your bottom lip with his tongue, begging to be let in. You gladly welcome him, and he licks into your mouth, exploring you, tasting you. He tastes like mint and a hint of late-night coffee. Without thought, both your bodies start to move with each other and a moan escapes your lips only to be swallowed by Joel’s ravenous mouth against yours. You feel his hardness on your thigh, rubbing up against you. You start to run your fingers through his beautiful hair. It’s so soft.

Suddenly, there’s a slam of a door, “Joel?” Tommy yells from downstairs and Joel jerks away from you. Wild-eyed, dark and full of desire, lips pink and swollen from kissing. He stands up off the bed and you’re still trying to catch your breath, laid out on the bed in front of him, looking open and wanting. You can feel the slick pooling at the entrance between your legs. “It’s Tommy, I gotta,” he starts. “I know, it’s okay.” You smile shyly at him; he doesn’t smile back. And then he’s gone. You lay your head back on the pillow and sigh. Smiling ear to ear but also nervous about what almost happened. Does he want you as much as you want him? Fuck, you hope so. After what you’ve been through, you deserve to have something you want, right?  You roll over to find the pillow Joel was laying on and inhale his scent.

A bit later, and fully dressed, you make your way downstairs to see Joel standing in the living room and Ellie in a chair looking utterly pissed off and you wonder what the hell you just walked into. Ellie stands looking at you sadly, then stares at Joel and stalks off for her garage. Once she’s gone Joel starts speaking, not really looking at you, not in the eyes at least. “They’ve got a place ready for you, above the bakery. It’s ready today. S’what Tommy came to tell me.” It’s like a punch to your gut. You knew this was going to happen, but you didn’t think it’d be this fast. You almost thought that maybe it wouldn’t ever happen. It was going well here with you and Joel and Ellie. Right? God, you’re stupid, they’re each other’s family. You’re just a new person in town and they were just doing you a favor. It wasn’t your bedroom, it wasn’t your wolf mug, Ellie wasn’t your daughter, and Joel wasn’t yours. Your eyes brim with tears and you ask quietly, “What about this morning, Joel,” He cuts you off, his voice low, “Was a mistake, won’t happen again, this’ll be better for you.” You feel like he slapped you and stand to run upstairs so he doesn’t see you cry, again.

Tommy comes to help you with the two small boxes of things to take to the new place. He looks from you to Joel and neither of you will look at each other or him. Joel puts one more thing in the box Tommy is carrying as Ellie emerges to give you a hug before you start walking off the front porch. The hug starts off awkward until it turns into the most amazing hug you’ve had in decades. “You have to come visit me, I’m above the bakery, we’ll eat so much bread.” Ellie smiles, laying her head on your shoulder, Joel walks off into the house. “I’m so angry at him, he’s being a stupid asshole and a coward,” Ellie says, and Tommy looks back into the house seemingly trying to piece together what’s going on. “It’s okay, Ellie. I’ll see you, promise.”

After Tommy leaves you at your new apartment, you sit and stare at the floor, it’s a cute place, perfect for just you. A small kitchen, a breakfast nook by the front window, one bedroom and a pretty bathroom with a tub and a shower. And it smells amazing, but you can’t enjoy it. You feel cold being away from him, your lips feel lost without his. You don’t feel safe anymore. What had you done? What did you do to make him push you away so hard. He wouldn’t even look at you. And for the first time, since he saved you, you wish he hadn’t. Because this loneliness was worse than all the other times. This hurt more than you thought it could. And now you have to start over, alone, again.

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[poppy-metal]

first kiss with mafia!jordan,,,,mafia!jordan taking ur virginity,,,,THROAT TRAINING WITH MAFIA!JORDAN!!??????!!!!!

throat training is so special to me im gonna faint. they make their little wife hang her head off the bed, cause its time she learns how they like to be served -

towering above her in all their naked glory - thick corded muscles - tattoos everywhere, a sleeve on their arm - which is pumping their dick - a snake tattoo coiling from their groin down their leg - flushed skin. and that thick heavy cock between their legs. it kinda scares you - how big it is. veins spider down it, to the thick base, to that thatch of darkly curled hair. even upside down you can see their balls hanging - a slight sway to them as jordan slowly jerks their cock. smearing their own precum down the length of it - making it shine - its intimidating but - your mouth is already watering.

it feels so dirty but so right. you're their little wife - this is your duty. to please your husband - your wife - to do whatever they want. and so you do nothing but hold your mouth open as they watch for what seems like hours before they're stepping forward.

you think they're gonna slide home right away but they dont - bracing one knee up on the bed next to your head, half straddling your face. the angle brings their balls right into your line of sight, n over your mouth. you've never seen them up close before. heavy and round and emanating warmth.

"keep your mouth open-" you hear jordan say from above - "you're gonna give me that tongue and worship my balls."

oh. your cunt clenches. the heady musk of them invading your senses as they lower their sack onto your waiting tongue. you both groan when they make contact, as your tongue immediately begins massaging the twin sacks in spit. they're so soft. you can feel the warmth of them, the weight, how they dance across your tongue as jordan keeps stroking their dick above you.

"such a good little wife, fuck. tongue bathing my balls like that - goddanm." they have to grip themselves hard around their throbbing head. already close to coming from the sensation of your little licks against them. "you feel how heavy they are? full of all that cum that's gonna go down that tight fucking throat in a minute - aw shit-"

they have to pull away before they blow - groaning at the glassy eyed look already in your eyes, they're quick to feed you their dick - sinking inside that wet silken throat.

they meet resistance soon enough - but they keep the steady pushing even as you start to gag around them. one steady hand wraps around your throat, "open that throat, baby, c'mon. dont fight it - just let me in."

tears flood from your lashes, upside down so they spill down your forehead into your hairline. you grip jordans tight ass, fingers digging in as you struggle to do as they say, opening your throat to them.

"breathe through your nose."

you do, nd it helps a little. that frenzied panic fades, and you swallow around the thick length of them filling you. letting it happen. letting them in.

"good girl" you're reward by them petting a hand down your chest, one big palm cupping your tit and squeezing. "fuck, you feel good." they flex their hips just a little, starting to pull out.

you gasp for that sweet air when they do, cockhead resting on your lips as you cough and gag.

already, too soon, or maybe not soon enough, if the ache in your pussy is any indication, they're sliding back in - groaning at the sensation.

"you take it so well - baby. fuck - you're so tight." it fills you with pleasant warmth to hear the praise and you work even harder to relax your throat, breathe through your nose, until you feel their balls resting against them, fully seated inside you. "shit that's all of it." their hand again, at your throat. "can fucking feel it through here - just stay like that. gonna jack my dick just like this - give you this fat fucking load."

[harry-styles-obsessed]

can you write something about harry bringing his newborn daughter to the studio and showing her everything <33

Thank you for the request!!! I’m so sorry for how long it took! I hope this is what you were looking for! <3

Daddy-daughter day

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

“Babe,”

Harrys voice was stern as he looked at you “you stay in bed. You need to rest…” he saw the look of reluctance on your face, a soft smile tugging at his lips “no buts baby.” You pouted your lips and he chuckled “sweetheart… you need rest. You’ve just pushed a baby out of you. You shouldn’t be on your feet at all. Rest, alright? Im gonna take Delilah to the studio… keep her busy. And when I get back home we can watch a movie together okay?” He smiled and as you nodded he leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips “good… don’t move. Got it?” He gave you a stern look and you rolled your eyes “fineee,” he chuckled before kissing your forehead “I love you. The leftovers from dinner last night are in the fridge okay..” “Harry you don’t need to baby me I’m okay” you whined playfully and he chuckled “shh, stay in bed. If you don’t I will know about it…” he let out a soft laugh soon followed by a laugh from you too and he kissed you again, “I love you so much.”

You watched in adoration as he moved to Delilah who was laying in her crib, his ring adorned hands wrapping around the newborn as he slowly lifted her up into his arms. The child was still asleep, letting out some baby sounds as he shifted her into the crook of his elbow- keeping her safe and secure in his embrace “I love you. I’ll see you later on okay? If you need anything call me.” He said before he left, a small smile remaining on your lips before you exhaled happily as you carefully laid down, relaxing as you attempted to fall back to sleep knowing your body needed to recuperate from what it had endured.

Harry walked out to the car, Delilah still in his embrace, his free hand holding the small car seat he was going to strap her into. He opened the door easily before placing the car seat in, strapping it in, before he looked down at Delilah “we going on a car trip hm sweetheart? Yeah? Gonna have fun with daddy? Yeah…” he smiled lovingly down at her before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before carefully lowering her down into the car seat. The baby’s eyes were now open, tiredly looking up at her daddy as he strapped her into the car seat making sure she was all safe and sound before covering her up with the small baby blanket, tucking it just underneath her chin and arms to cocoon her “we gonna have some fun today, hm sweetheart?” The man asked an adoring look on his face as he smiled stroking his knuckle against her soft cheek before he smiled, shutting the door quietly before getting into the car himself, he strapped himself in, tattooed arm stretching out to grab a hold of a disk ‘cartoon theme tunes’ sure it sounded stupid but you and Harry had found that cartoon theme tunes soothed the little girl. Especially the scooby doo theme tune. Delilah just seemed to adore it for some unknown reason…. He slid the disk into the radio area before putting the music on before Harry started the car up, driving all the way to the studio. He was excited to introduce Delilah to Mitch and the others.

✯at the studio✯

Harry had Delilah in his embrace, wandering into the small but not too small studio. Mitch was already in the studio a warm smile on his lips “look who it is..” he spoke with a soft chuckle “hey man,” Harry spoke Mitch looking down at Delilah with adoring eyes poking a finger against the child’s stomach “hello you,” he gently tickled her stomach with his pointer finger the small child attempting to analyse Mitch a clear look of confusion and bewilderment on the little girls face.

“Im not staying long.. just thought id give y/n a little lie in and come show Delilah the studio.” Harry explained as he slowly walked with the small child in his embrace walking up to a microphone “look baby girl,” he pointed at the microphone- the baby gurgling and making the usual baby sounds, kicking her arms and legs about. Harry tapped the top of the microphone to make sure it was off before he picked it up “you know, your daddy doesn’t have a good friendship with microphones. It’s a love hate sort of relationship.” Mitch teased with a smirk earning a playful glare from Harry. But Mitch wasn’t wrong, Harry constantly was losing his microphone or tripping over his microphone stand whilst on stage. It was fairly humiliating. “Bet your ass I’m going to tell her that again when she’s old enough to understand.” Mitch chuckled out Harry smirking and rolling his eyes, he showed Delilah some more things- the piano, the soundproof box that Harry would often record in and some other instruments, Delilah’s eyes wide and full of wonderment as she watched her daddy show her it all. As he continued walking about chatting about random things to the little girl he eventually fell silent as he heard the gentle snores of Delilah.

“Oh you’re really that boring huh?” The voices of his band teased and he rolled his eyes “I guess you all aren’t that exciting.” He retorted but really they were all just teasing each other. “I just know she’s going to be like you Harry… she’s gonna have a well good voice.” Sarah said smiling and Harry nodded his head “yeah, unless she sounds like y/n… she sounds like a screaming cat.” “Harry! Im gonna tell the poor woman you said that! She just pushed out a baby! Give her some lenience!” He laughed softly “I’m just kidding. I love her really. But yeah… I’ll see you guys later on. I’m gonna get this one home. She needs her milk and probably wants her mummy.” He spoke, allowing his friends to hold Delilah for a while before he eventually bid his goodbyes and left to the car.

~

Once at home Harry was greeted by you a playful annoyed look on your face “so I sound like a screaming cat huh?” You asked, Harry smirking his dimples appearing “no. I was just kidding…” he spoke placing the baby carrier down before wrapping his arms around you pressing multiple kisses to your lips “besides you’re supposed to be resting… not up on your feet. Go on and relax. I’ll make you something nice. And then we can cuddle. Hot chocolate, coffee… tea?” He spoke, which in your opinion sounded wonderful a soft smile tugging at your lips…. “Surprise me” you giggled out the man smiling and nodding as he walked to the kitchen humming to himself “y/n you better be sat down and wrapped in a blanket otherwise imma make you sit down.” He spoke making you laugh softly. Oh how he was an idiot… but he was your idiot. And you adored him so very much. He was someone everyone wanted and luckily you had him all to yourself and you couldn’t be more grateful.