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[pinkertinn]

[my-timing-is-digital]

[ Ooc: If I had a penny for every time I liked an unnaturally pale skinned character, I would have two pennies, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. ]

[poppunkmafia]

my boss sent me a text asking if I needed her. if there was a room of people I ever needed she would not even touch the outside hallway

[girlsoutlate]

the lead up to price sharing his birdie with his men, and badly hidden curiousity on their behalf

part two

fem reader described as having hair that can be tied up, slight age gap (older price) THE BOYS ARE NOSYYY

the 141 can be considered nosy by nature, but have the excuse of it being their job. some are more open than others about their home life. ghost seemed to live quite a solitary life whereas gaz and soap had shared family pictures. nevertheless, there was some idea of each others lives outside of the military. but one person stayed an enigma: captain john price. maybe because it felt strange to know so much about their superior as well as role model. price had never shown an aversion to talking about his life, but the 141 had never asked- shocking to say the least. they all had their own theories. gaz thought he used to be married but it ended in a disastrous divorce- yet there was no trace of any mrs price. soap guessed he liked the company of pretty women, if you catch his drift. but never heard any boasting from his captain. ghost concluded he was similar to him, perhaps with a few more friends and a family, there was no reason to think otherwise. yet none of them guessed there was gorgeous thing like you john was all to eager to return home to each night, until now.

the 141 had been seeing signs of a woman close to their captain for about a month now. it started with a faint hint of fruity perfume under his cigar musk and aftershave, that was out of place on such a man. gaz pointed it out, making the rest of the 141 laugh. however it was forgotten about by the next hour, no one thought anymore of it. then the next day a hairband around prices wrist. he must have forgotten to take it off after you taught him how to plait your hair the night before. it was a work in progress. the simple black band was noticed by ghost while exchanging paperwork. he brushed it off despite finding it a little odd. the first piece of solid evidence they find of the captains mystery woman was his lockscreen.

they were in their common room, taking a break from the never ending pile of paperwork. squashed on the small couches they were joking about the new recruits, which was one of their many favourite topics to complain about. the hum of fluorescent lights was drowned out by their banter. mugs with dregs of coffee in them and a half empty pack of fags sat on the table. while talking, prices phone lit up with a notification. soap, the nosy shite, immediately noticed his lockscreen. a picture of a woman with her back to the camera: gossamer hair and skin that glowed in the sunny view she was admiring. with an eyebrow quirked, soap turned to his captain and asked too casually "whose tha'?". without missing a beat price replied smugly "the missus". for once soap shut up, and looked at the others with his mouth slightly agape, checking if they heard the same thing. ghost let out a grunt which they now knew to be a laugh. gaz's eyes were growing wider by the second. price seemed done and returned to whatever the previous subject was, which had quickly become forgotten. at that point gaz, soap and ghost were a pack of dogs with a bone. who was prices pretty birdie?

over the next month or so the boys had heightened interest on their captains home life. of course they cared about the details of the captains weekend plans, did he fancy going to that quite pricey restaurant that had opened up? it was necessary for them to ask the source of his dinner that evening, did he know the recipe? the competitive streak in them was made apparent sooner rather than later, all fighting to get more important information than the others. even though, if anything was discovered it was immediately shared. one day gaz stumbled upon gold.

he was in prices office, relatively spacious with a small couch in the corner and a bookcase in another. whilst chatting about an upcoming meeting, a buzz emanated from prices phone. before gaz could read the caller id price snatched it up and grumbled "won't be a minute". thinking it was a work call, gaz was surprised to hear his captains voice suddenly becoming as soft as it could. turning to face the window johns small smile wasn't missed as he murmured "hi love, how are ya?". staying still and quiet as to not get kicked out, gaz listened to the chirpy voice that could be faintly heard through the tinny phone. with a content sigh john replied "steak for dinner? tha's perfect". a wide grin crept on to gaz's face. a giggle and another sentence could be heard before price replied "of course i'll pick tha' up for dessert" both of you let out a small laugh when john continued "are ya tryna kill me?". just when gaz thought this couldn't get any better, price fondly said to you "i'll see ya at home sweet'eart". as he hung up and turned back around the sergeant found it near impossible to dampen his grin.

john had told you of his boys' detective work, which he considered shoddy at best. as you were flitting around the kitchen that evening, you were bemused at your boyfriends recount of the day. when he described his sergeants face after the phonecall you let out a loud laugh, bouncing off the tiles of your cosy kitchen. john sat by the table watching you busy yourself by the counter, as he nursed his beer he couldn't help but take in your appearance. tendrils of loose hair curled around your ears, escaping from your loose ponytail. although hidden by one of his tops and comfy jogging bottoms, he could make out the slopes and peaks of your body that he was all too familiar with. as you turned to face him, he was drawn closer to the twinkling reflection of light in your eyes. before he realised it he was towering over you, eyes raking over your form with the beer abandoned on the table. you looked up at him, hand on your hip. "john are you even listening to me?" you asked, face comically blank. "sorry doll, what was that?" he huskily replied, slightly dazed. "pass me a can. please?" you asked, adding a awfully fake cheesy smile at the end.

pressing a kiss to your lips as an apology, he was about to pull away before you deepened it. pulling his barrel of a body against yours, his mouth slightly opened. the bitter taste of beer and cigars mingled with sweet cider from yours. pulling back, slightly breathless, johns blown pupils met yours. "yer so gorgeous, don't know wha' i did to deserve ya" he muttered, the closeness of his voice making you slightly weak. as his calloused thumb brushed over your warm cheek you coyly commented "what would your men think if they saw you like this?". for a moment john faltered, thinking about how they would feel if they saw him being intimate with someone like you- let alone how he would feel. his flushed cheeks were the subject of your teasing for the rest of that night.

while eating your dinner you brought up the 141 since you were already talking about them. you knew your boyfriend felt a responsibility to look after his girl, despite you being more than capable. whenever his deployment was brought up it was usually by him. telling you where he went and anything that he thought might interest you, from an aspect of their culture to a cute cat he saw. sometimes he brought trinkets back. but never about what he had done, or what he had ordered to be done. so the members of the 141 were more characters in your head than real people. you knew their names and basic personality but that was all. so when you asked "how much do they know about me?" it was rather tentative. john paused, his fork halfway to his mouth, thinking. shaking his head he replied decidedly "not much, besides y' mine. they're nosy fuckers, practically begged me to show them a proper picture of you". you hummed in response, finishing your mouthful of food. quietly you muttered "maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they knew more". letting the question hang in the air, you picked up the last forkful of food which went down your throat in a lump. john was silent, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

he considered your proposal, if his girl was concerned then it was worth thinking about. plainly he asked "why?", trusting you to be open. "well, you spend a lot of time with them- i'm not jealous. its just that.. you trust these men with your life, i don't even know what they look like." pausing for a second you continued "its more for my sake than theirs. if i knew them past their names it would make it, well, easier to be apart from you for so long. i know you can look after yourself, but i- i'm always gonna worry about you." with that said, the air in the kitchen grew heavier. you kept your eyes glued on to your plate as johns gaze from across the table burned in to you.

the captain realised that you wanted to know more, for your wellbeing rather than the 141's. now, he realised it was quite a simple conclusion. he imagined his girl cold and alone in an empty house, no idea where he was or who he was with, for weeks at a time. five minute phone calls spent trying to find better service than speaking to each other. no idea who john was fighting or how difficult it was. no clue about who he was trusting his life with in your absence. how on earth could he not expect you to have an issue with it? he kicked himself, he made his sweetheart worry. he could have prevented it and he didn't, too focused on a successful mission than the only thing he wanted to return home for. price knew this had to change, or risk isolating you even more than he does because of his job.

john stood up, chair screeching on the kitchen tiles while he sighed "fuckin 'ell i'm an idiot". gathering both plates and putting them on the counter, he ran a hand across his face and turned to you. just as you took a breath to take it all back, john interrupted you: "you should meet 'em". you cocked your head to the side, looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes. "whats changed your mind?" you enquired, curious about the sudden change. replying half-heartedly, still deep in thought "just thinkin' about you here on your own, worryin'". taking a deep breath he stated "i'll talk to them about it. you". walking up to him with a small smile on your face you leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, beard tickling your chin. "thankyou john" you whispered. reaching up to get the plates the rumble of his voice deep in his chest saying "anythin' for you doll" reverberated against your back.

as he turned to get the dessert out of the fridge the most pressing question yet entered his mind: how would he ask the 141 to meet his birdie- without them going mad?

thankyou for reading :))) each like, comment and reblog is greatly appreciated. this is more for context to the main meeting that has been stuck in my head for ages. if you liked this keep an eyes out!!!

heyyy guys long time no see. had a crazy two weeks, found out my boyfriend was practically cheating on me for the last month of our relationship and he already has a new girlfriend after two weeks. apart from that im grand. sorry it took so long for me to post properly again, thankyou for being patient

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Cracked

Summary: Now that Harry has time off from the fire station, him and Y/n spend (lots) some time doing what they've missed. Kind of a continuation of this! Firefighter!Harry x author!reader

Warnings: loooottsss of smut, some humiliation, all that jazz! Also, plz ignore typos lol

Wc: about 4k!

Now that Harry has hired on more guys at the fire station he and Y/n both have more time for each other and Harry has been loving every second of it.

He just got finished with hiring a new guy, who will be taking a big load off, he will be dealing with more of the little, less urgent calls that Harry has had to tend to during these low staffed months.

“Well, we hope you like it here Bryan. I know we're happy to have you on with us. You'll be saving us- specifically me, a lot of time.” He gives Bryan a polite smile, standing up from his desk to give his new hire a tour. He slips his phone out of his pants, opening iMessages and clicking on his wife's contact.

He walks out of his office, walking past the giant fire trucks and into one of the little rooms all the guys hang out in. “This is the room you'll be in the most, probably. Guys like Jim just hang out here, watching tv. You know, the guys who don't have a wife or anything.” He jokes, making Jim flip him off. He's one of the oldest firefighters, he and Harry have formed a tight bond throughout all the years they've worked together.

“You've got a wife?!” Harry nods, showing his lockscreen off to Bryan which is a photo of him and Y/n on their wedding day. “Yeah, married for eight years.” Bryan's eyes shoot wide, “How old are you?!” Harry laughs, “I'm almost twenty eight. I got married young.”

Harry closes the door, walking up into a fire truck. “Feel free to look around for a second then I'll show you everything.” Harry clicks back into him and his wife's messages, his thumbs covering over his keyboard as he plans out his messages.

Giving a tour to the new hire, I'll be off soon. Be ready for me, baby 😈

He chuckles at his own message before slipping his phone back into his pants, where it should probably stay until he gets home if he's going to continue to send texts like that.

“You know your way around a truck, right? You worked a county over for two years?” Bryan nods, finding everything himself. Harry knew he didn't have to give him much guidance since he's already worked in the field for a couple years.

After a couple more minutes of talking and finishing out the tour, he says his goodbyes, then heads back home.

He walks into their house, finding it silent with no traces of his wife. He creeps up the stairs, walking into his wife's office without any announcment. “Hi, baby.” He smiles, coming up behind her where she sits and writes. “Hi, H. I didn't know you'd be home so soon.” Harry frowns, kissing the side of her head. He slides his hands onto her shoulders, gently massaging at her muscles he knows are sore from sitting at her desk all day.

“I sent you a text. Hired on a new guy, now I'll have more time with my baby.” He smiles, sliding one of his hands into her tank top. His fingers instantly find her nipple, pinching at it. She squeaks, pushing his hand away. “H!” She grumbles, “I'm trying to write.” He shakes his head, yanking her up and into his arms.

She almost gets whiplash from the sudden movement. His arm is wrapped around her waist tight, pinning her to him. “I don't really care.” He admits, leaning down to kiss her. “Babe,” she whines, and Harry cuts her off again. His mouth hovers over her, teasing her as he bumps his nose against hers. “I really need to write, I have to finish this.” He playfully rolls his eyes, pressing a peck to her lips.

“I can just take you right back there really quickly.” He nods back to her reading chair. “Nothing with you is ever quick, and we both know that.” She pulls at his suspenders, pulling them down so she can kiss him before she turns to start writing again. “So you don't care about your husband?” He jokes, pushing her office chair back in for her despite him just asking for her to ignore her work.

“I care about him very much. You don't care about your wife's career?” Harry wraps his arms around her one last time, giving her a good squeeze and a loud kiss on her neck. “I care about it more than my own. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to start dinner for me and my beautiful wife.” He smiles, smoothing his mustache down, shooting her a wink and walking back out of her office.

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“Good morning, my baby.” Harry mumbles, smiling and wrapping his arms around Y/n. He pulls her closer, kissing over her neck. She giggles sleepily, pushing him away. “Your mustache is tickling me, babe.” He rubs it into her skin, laughing with her.

He sits up, kneeing the mattress as he yanks her legs up. “already?!” She laughs, threading her fingers behind his neck. “I'm trying to make up for lost time! I'm still recovering from those almost two months we went without.” He slides his hand down, quickly sliding his hand up and down his cock to get nice and hard for her before he pushes her little sleep shorts to the side.

“Just be a little gentle, though. We've kinda been going at it.” She softly jokes, whispering as if the bubble around them would pop if she spoke too loud. They're both still enjoying the early morning glow. “Awe, baby.” He pouts, rubbing her cheek with one hand and expertly hovering over her with his other hand in the pillow next to her head. “I don't really care if you're sensitive.” He mumbles, kissing her jaw.

Her mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out. “Don't open that pretty mouth of yours unless you want me to fill it.” She lets out a shaky breath, closing her eyes to try to calm herself before she cums from his words alone.

He slides in without warning, making her breath get stuck in her throat. “Oh my god!” She clings to him, her nails scratching at his shoulder.

Their headboard slams against the wall as he thrusts in and out of her. Harry grabs onto it, trying to silence it so the neighbors don't complain like they had the week before. That left Y/n embarrassed the rest of the day.

“You're already being so pathetic, baby. C’mon, have a little pride.” He softly laughs in her face, looking at how she's turning into putty beneath him. She turns her head the other way as if it would stop him from hearing her whines. She bites her lip, listening to him and trying to have some pride instead of falling apart the second her husband slides his cock inside of her.

Harry gives up on holding the headboard. He grabs her jaw instead, squishing her cheeks together. “Let me hear you. Haven't been shy for twelve years, baby. Don't start it now.” She lets out a cry, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts. He slips out of her, making her almost choke on air when his leaky tip hits her clit.

“Look what you did. I was fucking you so good until you got too greedy.” She pants, trying to think of any words to say but only gasps for air coming from her lips. “Apologize or I'm not letting you cum.” He slowly, painfully slaps his big, red tip against her clit, smiling as he covers it in precum.

“I'm sorry, H. Fuck, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.” She repeats it over and over again, sliding her hand up and cupping his cheek. He gives her a big, beautiful smile. “Awe, it's okay, my baby. Just don't do it again or I'll have to cum in you and leave you needy.” She nods, pushing his hair back and keeping eye contact with him him while he speaks to her.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes” she whispers, frantically nodding her head.

“Then answer. With words.” He slides back into her, finding his rhythm again after she threw him off.

Harry pushes her sleep shirt up, revealing her perky breasts. He slides his hand across one, squeezing it before he slides his fingers over her nipples. He knows he's teasing her, but he takes his time feeling the silky skin, admiring them before he pulls her nipple into his mouth. He suckles at it, closing his eyes before he bites at the bud. She lets out a pained gasps, but obviously likes it because she clenches around him.

Harry's thrusts grow faster, and the headboard slamming against the wall only gets louder- the canopy style bed didn't help their issue either. Harry moans in her ear, groaning at her name.

“Almost there, baby?” He questions, now rubbing her clit. She nods her head frantically then wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer to her. “Just-” her voice breaks, clinging to him. Her back arches into him, her head digging into the pillow. “Fuck, just a little more, babe.”

His hips work overtime while he tries to get both of them to their highs, his arm sandwiched between their bodies while he continues to rub her clit.

“Can I cum in you?” He rushes out between breaths, asking her before he busts inside of her. “Yes, please, H. I need your cum in me. I want it leaking out of me for the rest of the day.” He cums the second that dirty talk falls out of his mouth. He doesn't get to hear her that often, the first time he read her dirty scenes in her book he was taken aback. From then on he's been trying to get her more comfortable using that nasty mouth he didn't know she had in the bedroom.

Y/n follows right after, cumming at the feeling of his hot load inside of her.

Harry collapses on top of her, laughing in the post-sex glow. He kisses the top of her head, almost tempted to go back to sleep. “Oh, my baby.” He groans, rolling over and taking her with him so she's now laying on top of him. “You were so good for me. You always are.” His thumb wipes a tear that is rolling down her cheeks.

“Are you okay? I didn't go too hard, did I? You know I get a little wrapped up sometimes.” She shakes her head then rests it onto his chest to relax. “No, it was just a lot… and you're still inside of me.” His chest rumbles with a laugh, choosing not to respond and instead rub her back as she listens to his heartbeat, falling back to sleep.

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“I'm so happy we get a nice night together, babe. I'm not used to this.” Y/n smiles, walking over to the couch with a large bowl of popcorn in her hands. She sits down on Harry's thick thighs, making herself comfortable as he scrolls through a random streaming service to pick a movie. “I know. I'll take you out next weekend, for an actual date.” He kisses her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her hips and resting his hand onto her exposed thigh.

His fingers absentmindedly trace the lace lining on her shorts. “I don't care what we do. As long as we're together.” Y/n mumbles, holding a piece of buttery popcorn up to Harry's mouth. He grabs it with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth then sucking her finger. She gasps, pulling her finger away from him. “You're so weird! Get a life.” He laughs, wrapping both arms around her and shoving his face into her neck.

“What do you want to watch, baby?” Y/n shrugs, not too focused on finding a movie. She'd rather stay up and talk all night like they used to do when they first got together, and when they had time together more often. “How's work going? Are you relieved you don't have to be on their every beck and call?” Harry nods, pulling her even closer to himself so her back is right against his chest.

“I'm very relieved. How is writing going? Hopefully very well, now that you've found your cure.” He winks with a smile before he reaches into the popcorn bowl. She playfully rolls her eyes, cuddling into him and throwing a blanket across them. “Writing is going well.” She lets out a relaxed sigh, resting her head on top of his. “I'm a little over halfway done, so before I know it it will be out.” Harry smiles, giving her a big squeeze and a tiny shake of excitement.

“I'm so proud of you. I can't believe you've finally made your dreams come true. I remember talking about this when we were teenagers. I'm just so unbelievably proud of you, my baby.” She blushes, looking down. She's completely overwhelmed by his random outburst of pride. “Thank you so much, H. I couldn't have done it without all of your support throughout these past couple years.”

He gives her another squeeze. “Y’know, all of my coworkers' wives have read your book.” Y/n raises her eyebrows. “Good or bad news?” Harry chuckles, rubbing his knuckles against the silky skin of her thigh. “Good. I think it's sweet that the whole world knows our love story.” She lets out a sarcastic laughs. “I wouldn't say the whole wor-” he cuts her off, shaking his head. “No,no. Don't underestimate yourself, my little number one best selling author.”

Y/n blushes again, “thank you, Babe.”

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Harry is busy getting ready for bed, standing up beside the bed where he lotions his worn hands. He's definitely had a few bad burns through his career, so he tries to take of them now that he's all healed.

Y/n walks out of their closet, tiptoeing over to Harry and standing in front of him, waiting for him to notice. It takes Harry almost a full minute to notice her. He looks her up and down, taking in the sight of his wife dressed in nothing but a light blue teddy. He reaches out, feeling the thin lace material.

He grows a big smirk on his face. “I thought you said you were ‘too sensitive’ because we were ‘going at it’ too often.” He doesn't make eye contact with her at all, just staring at her exposed skin. The lingering doesn't cover up a bit of her with the sheer fabric, especially since she opted out for the matching bra and thong.

Y/n ignores his words, lifting on her tiptoes to kiss him. Harry moans into the kiss, pulling her in and wrapping an arm around her waist. Her hands roam his bare chest before she slides them back, smoothing down his muscled back.

She takes a step away, her eyes rolling down Harry's body. His bulge is nearly busting out of his plaid sleep shorts.

Y/n crawls onto their bed, on her hands and knees as she lowers her chest to the bed and raises her ass into the air, spreading her legs apart for him. Harry smiles, his body buzzing with electricity. He's practically drooling as he reaches out, his hand coming to her ass.

Y/n looks back, “Are you going to take your sweet time?” Harry bites his lip, pinching his eyebrows together. “Speak to me like that again and I'll fuck your mouth till you cant speak.” She smiles, “Put it in, H. Come on.” She wiggles her hips, falling down to her forearms.

Harry slaps her ass, pushing his sleep shorts down so he's in nothing but socks. He knees the bed, yanking her hips and shoving her up the bed so he has more room. “Look at how ready I am for you.” She wiggles her hips yet again, pushing back to try to rub against him. After another beat of silence she huffs. “C’mon, I didn't dress up for you just for you to not fuck me.” He laughs, rolling his eyes.

She flips around, obviously frustrated. “C’mon, H. Don't you want me?” She pulls his hands into hers, placing them on her breasts. “Of course I do. I just want to see how pathetic you can get. You know I love to see my baby beg for me.” He smiles, pushing her back into the bed. He leans down, pulling her into a kiss. She smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck.

His hand snakes down between them, rubbing her pussy. She moans, softly biting at his lip. “You look so pretty, dressing up just for me.” He sits back up, his hands sliding down her body.

“Get back down.” He says, easily flipping her around onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. “Show off that pretty pussy, baby.” She returns to her previous position, back on her knees and forearms.

She wiggles her ass, softly laughing. “I love when you throw me around.” He smirks, kissing her lower back.

Harry savors the sight before he grasps his cock, lining it up with her hole and sliding it. His hand settles on her ass to keep himself somewhat stable. “M’” Harry groans, “I fucking love this pussy.” He slides his hand down her back, grabbing at her hair.

He softly yanks at her hair, making her smile. He pushes it away, giving her scalp a quick scratch with the pads of his fingers.

Her cheek is pressed into the mattress, moaning as he thrusts in and out of her. Harry pushes her hair back starting at her forehead. “My baby looks so pretty when she gets fucked.” She gives him a blissed out smile, fluttering her eyes back open to make eye contact with him.

Her face twists, her brows pulling together as she moans his name, gripping the sheets when he hits her g-spot.

Harry thrusts into her deeper, trying to pull the same noise out of her.

“I'll never get tired of this.” Harry gasps, letting out grunts every time he slams back inside of her that only makes Y/n clench tighter around him.

They hear faint cracking noises, but chose not to say anything as they chalk it up to house settling noises.

“Me either, H. Fuck- I love your cock so much. It feel so good-” she moans, her knuckles turning white as she squeezes onto the sheets. “Good inside of me.” She finally finished her sentence, letting out a big breath of air. Harry's head falls back, his mouth dropped open in pure pleasure.

He lifts a leg up, trying to get deeper inside of her. “Oh, that's good baby. Keep squeezing me.” She listens to him, trying her best to stay clenched around him even though her mind is blank and the only thing she can say is his name over and over again.

Harry pants, “Getting close?” Reaching his hand around to rub her clit.

They hear it before they feel it, a loud crack then they feel the bed completely bust beneath them.

Harry doesn't waste a second, continuing to thrust his hips as if he didn't just break their bed from endless nights of fucking his wife until they were both lulled to sleep.

“Har-” Harry shakes his head, “ignore it baby, I can tell you're almost there.” She obeys him, ignoring their broken bed- that continues to break as he finishes fucking her.

She cums quickly, gasping his name, and Harry soon follows- completely filling her up to the brim with his hot, sticky cum.

They take a second to catch their breath before coming back down to earth.

Harry carefully pulls out of her, placing a kiss on her hip. Y/n turns back, pushing her hair away from her face where stray strands stick to the half dried tears on her cheeks. “You okay?” Harry asks, helping her dry her cheeks.

She nods, letting out a yawn.

They both take in their surroundings, speechless at the state of their once neat bedroom. A lamp from Y/n’s nightstand is knocked over and laying on the floor, while their bed is basically in bits under them.

Harry sighs, sitting up. “Let me assess the damage. I'll see if I can fix it.” He steps down onto the floor, kneeling to see what they did. The slats under the mattress are completely busted and their wooden bed frame is cracked in half. He winces, looking back up at his wife. “Absolutely no saving this, baby. We're going to have to buy a new one.” She softly laughs, preparing to step off.

“No, the lightbulb broke and I don't want you to get splinters.” He pulls her into his arms bridal style. “Off to the guest bedroom.” Y/n laughs, throwing her arms around Harry's neck.

“Yeah, we'll deal with that tomorrow.”

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“I completely forgot about this.” Y/n sleepily chuckles while standing in the doorframe of her and Harry's bedroom. Harry looks back, holding a dustpan full of chipped wood. “Yeah, we definitely did a number on it.” He tosses the wood bits into a trash can, bending down to sweep the rest.

Y/n watches his back muscles contort while he pulls up the broken pieces of their headboard. She takes a step closer to him, her hand running over the skin. Harry glances up at her, ignoring it and returning to his work. He quickly does a double take. “You can't be serious?! We just broke our bed?!”

A/N: HIIIIII WOW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR SUPPORT ON A CURE 🥹 I didn't expect this! Feeling so so thankful and excited everyone is still interested in my writing! Any words you have to say about my writing- big or small, funny or serious (specifically the horny ones are honestly hilarious- shout out to the person who was ovulating and "sliding down their couch") mean the WORLD to me ❤��❤️❤️❤️❤️

[meinii]

“Zayne headcanons”

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sfw

he’s a gentleman: he’ll lend you his coat when you’re cold, holds the door open for you, pulls the chair for you etc…

likes to kiss your hands♥︎

you’re his passanger princess and he lets you decor his car if you want to

always has his hand on your thigh while he drives

whenever he finds a new bakery he’ll take you there on a date

will eat whatever you cook for him and say it’s the best thing ever even if it tastes like garbage

will try to teach you how to cook

likes it when you kiss his scars

he always looks at you with that little smile he doesn’t even know he has

he’s lovestruck

he will use his evol to make snow balls in whatever shape you like

whenever you play claw machine he says “it’s the last time I’ll use my evol for this” but let’s be fr, one puppy eyed look from you and he’ll use it again and again

his social medias will only have pictures of you two

tbh in his phone there are only pictures of you

the password of his phone is your birthday

the password of basically everything is something related to you

his lockscreen is a pic of you, on his office computer too

always brings you back souvenirs when he travels ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১

hugs. the best hugs!

he thinks you look cute when you mimic him, like wearing his doctor coat, glasses and all

he thinks you look cute doing anything really

has an app to track your period so he knows when you got it and will take very good care of you!

he just melts when you fall asleep on him or close to him

relaxes when you play with his hair

he’s so scared of losing you

sends you pictures of the cute animals he sees

has a picture of you on his office desk and he looks at it for motivation

nsfw

minors dni!

he’s usually careful, he really doesn’t want to hurt you

he likes your chest a lot.

overstimulation~

he will really show you how much he missed you

loves fingering you

and he loves when you give him a blowjob

on the counter, on the couch, on the table, on the sink, anywhere really, and then the bed too

in his office as well!

he’s a munch and a groaner

he likes you on top and likes to guide your hips on him ʕ◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀི ʔ

will bathe you both after

seeing you with your hair up turns him on

has to hide his bulge when you tease him at work :(

he’s a dom but he enjoys you taking charge every now and then

will whisper in your ear

“good girl” “you’re taking me so well”

has water on his nightstand for you to drink when you’re done

wants you to tell him what you want him to do to you even if he already knows perfectly

he knows exactly which spots to touch to make you come undone under his grasp

[miupow]

Ok so I saw you answer the Soobin’s housewife ask and now I need headcannons about being all members of TXT’s housewife.

ʚ・ ceo!txt + their housewives ! ꒰ sfw +nsfw headcanons꒱

cw // nsfw content , mdni ! housewife!fem!reader , dom!txt , kind of sub!soobin, (kind of) sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, oral (f. rec) mention, spanking, oral (m.rec), semi-public sex, traditional gender roles, creampies, sex toys mention

♡ ⸝⸝ SOOBIN .ᐟ

-> first off, this man is beyond whipped for his wife. a complete simp. he lets her walk all over him and he likes it. he’s always liked a woman that’s a little more in charge <3

-> he gets her whatever she wants whenever she wants it, can never say no to her puppy eyes, so he always has to think hard on what to do for holidays… lavish overseas trips for her birthday, custom designer for their anniversary. only the best for his queen !!

-> he can’t even fathom how he got so lucky !! coming home from work to dinner and a kiss, getting to hold you close and wind down from all of the stress <3 dessert is your wet pussy sat on his face, you played with yourself all day so you’d be ready and eager for him by the time he came home !!

-> will talk anyones ear off about his wife if he gets the opportunity to lol, has your wedding photos on his desk and your boobs in his wallet <3

-> his wifey is a little bratty but he loves you like that !! thinks it’s so cute when you squirm in his lap and beg for whatever it is you saw online that day, loves when you get pouty and bitchy because he told you no! he wants you to convince him to say yes!!

-> riding his cock so good he starts crying out his credit card information lol

-> follows you around holding your bags while you shop, puppy love look on his face hehe >< always so enamored by you and your beauty, he just can’t believe you’re his !!

-> which makes him extremely possessive over you… he’ll get nasty over the smallest things, like a waiter being a little too friendly, one of his colleagues making glances at you he doesn’t like… will ruin you over it in a heartbeat, let them listen to you cry in pleasure as he fingerfucks you in the bathroom hehe

-> is definitely the most submissive to his wife but that’s just how he likes it!! maybe even submissive to the point he likes calling her mommy but you didn’t hear that from me being led by the tie wherever you want to take him, let’s you manhandle him however you want even tho he’s so much bigger than you.. he’s just so soft

♡ ⸝⸝ YEONJUN .ᐟ

-> second biggest simp for his wife. he can hide it a little bit better tho lol .. but still not well , he’s bullied for being a total lapdog

-> like you keep his credit card in your purse you’re so spoiled. you don’t even have to ask!!

-> unlike soobin tho he does not like his wifey bratty. you better behave yourself, especially around his colleagues!!! don’t make him punish you, now.

-> always has you sitting on his lap any chance he gets!! he just loves the intimacy of it so much esp when he’s working in his office!!

-> loves coming with you clothes shopping!! getting to watch you try on all these pretty expensive clothes and put on a show for him!! he hypes u up so much!!! and maybe fucks you nasty in the dressing room

-> always taking pictures of you on all of the vacations and dates he takes you on!! your personal paparazzi <3 a picture of the two of you on your honeymoon is his phone lockscreen <3

-> you didn’t hear this from me okay but ceo yeonjun who’s a big exhibitionist… make u get on ur knees and deepthroat him in front of all of his business partners!!

♡ ⸝⸝ BEOMGYU .ᐟ

-> his wife is a little shit and so is he lmao !! both of them always scheming .. you both love to tease eachother so much until neither of you can take it anymore!!

-> plays with ur pussy under the table during a company dinner… he does not gaf !! and equally you palming his cock thru his slacks when he’s trying to focus on work!! takes u on a date with a vibrator in ur panties !! ride his dick when he’s on the phone with someone important!! constant back and forth hehe

-> total switch vibes from him tbh him and his wifey always fighting for dominance over eachother!!! aughhshsh!!!

-> if you forget to give him a kiss before he leaves for work in the morning his day will be completely ruined actually. standing in the doorway like “you forgot something >:(“ and refusing to leave until you kiss him ><

-> letting you do his hair for a meeting,,, sitting on the edge of the bed adjusting his suit while you brush and style his shaggy mullet <3

-> the most thoughtful presents ever!! always coming home with something in a little box, taking you on day trips that are picture perfect and he’s planned to a tee (and maybe stressed out over a little bit) !! making you happy makes him happy :(

-> he’s always keeping your marriage fun and exciting, nothing will ever get boring with him <3 even after years and years together you still get butterflies <33

-> rich husband gyu who was a chaebol baby and grew up rich lol.. he doesn’t really grasp the depth of his privilege but you grew up poor and he’s dedicated his life to giving you anything you could ever want and spoiling you completely rotten <3

♡ ⸝⸝ TAEHYUN .ᐟ

-> tyun loves a good, traditional household.. and as the man of the house, his wife needs to listen to his rules. and unless you want to be put over his lap and spanked, you better follow them <3

-> always be respectful to your husband and his colleagues. keep everything nice and clean. no begging or whining, only good wives get rewards. no touching yourself without his permission. always ask if you can cum. it may be a little too traditional for some women… but you love it <3 tyunnie treats you so good <3

-> calls you a brat all of the time but he’ll turn around and buy you whatever you want lol, he just enables ur behavior . tries to be strong but he can’t help but give in to everything you ask! giving him pretty puppy eyes and asking him to stay home sometimes works a little too well ><

-> he’s the best at hiding how absolutely down horrendous he is lmao. but his hand always on your waist or thigh gives him away!!! he always ALWAYS needs to be touching you or he’ll die actually

-> loves going to the gym with his wifey so he can flex his strength to her hehe, also loves it when all of the other guys at the gym stare at you in your cute tiny workout wear!! he knows u look so sexy and he loves how the other men can look but can’t touch <3 and if he grabs on ur ass a little bit in the weight room he’ll swear he didn’t mean to.

-> hubby tyun putting you in a headlock in doggy!!!! your knees on the carpet between tyuns legs sucking his dick with him sitting back in his home office chair !! making him his favorite for dinner cos you know he’s been stressed at work and him rewarding you by bending you over the kitchen counter!!!

-> he goes away on work trips often and it makes u so lonely :( but he always leaves you sweet gifts and stays in touch over the phone… texting you when he knows ur needy to remember to be a good girl and not touch yourself until your husband gets home <3

♡ ⸝⸝ HUENING KAI .ᐟ

-> golden retriever boyfriend upgrades to golden retriever husband !! he literally worships the ground you walk on

-> you’re insane if you think kai is ever “punishing” or “putting you in your place.” you can do absolutely whatever you want and kai will just watch with big puppy dog eyes !!! you can be as needy and whiny and bratty as you want, kai loves it!! go ahead and whine about how much you want that new pair of shoes, he’ll get them for you asap!!

-> only the softest, sweetest, gentlest sex !! lots of manhandling but that’s cos he’s just so strong he can’t help it !! loves taking care of his tiny little wifey fucking her and filling her pussy up <3 covered entirely by his broad frame

-> often asks his older business partners (the other boys) for help picking out gifts and planning dates for his love <3 he just needs to make sure he’s giving you the absolute best!! he wants you to feel like a princess, a queen <3

-> kai who wifed up his secretary or assistant lmaoo !! he was told getting work and pleasure mixed up would be a bad idea but he just couldn’t help himself!!! and he def made u quit after you got married so you can just stay home and he can spoil you <3

-> he takes out all of his stress from work on ur cunt !! the angrier he is the more rounds he goes until your dripping his cum and too exhausted to stop him from going again and again and again—

-> kisses you awake every morning <3 rubbing ur noses together in a sickingly cute display of affection in front of all of his colleagues.. y’all make them sick lmao !! he’s always giving you hugs and cuddles and kisses, calling you honey, sweetie, baby, dear <3 hes just so in love :(

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “I’m all for platonic intimacy but this…?”

the subtext of romance is really peeking through 🗡️ friends to lovers scenarios

Person A going to person B’s house to watch a movie but getting looped into playing drunk card games with B and their parents

Working out together and A insisting on spotting B and adjusting their form

B playfully poking A in public and promptly getting tackled

B patting A’s cheek only to accidentally linger as they notice how the light catches in A’s eyes (A is DESPERATELY trying to not blush)

“Here’s the garage code.” “… Why am I receiving this information?” “You’re already over here a lot. My parents think it’s better than a key.”

Forced close proximity at a LAN party because there’s not much room at the table (and A’s arm keeps brushing against B’s, messing up their aim, but if anything the space between them decreases as the night goes on)

The “Oh, is B coming too?” to “A kidnapped me to come here and hang out” pipeline

Going from quick and funny head scratches to absentmindedly stroking/detangling their hair while chatting with friends

“Do I smell okay?” “You smell normal.” “Which is…?” “Like lilac and gooseberry.”

A melting into B’s hug after a long and stressful week

B helping A deal with a major headache by rubbing/scratching their back

A heating up B’s ears with their hands because B forgot ear muffs in winter

“My mom thinks you’re really pretty/handsome.” “My mom thinks you look like Adonis/Aphrodite.” “Can you ever take a compliment?”

Candid pictures give away the softness in B’s eyes when they look at A goofing around

B not minding when A gives them a long hug in public, even though they aren’t big on PDA in general

B drawing a shitpost and sending it to A, A setting it as their lockscreen, and months later B realizes that A still hasn’t changed it

B’s family automatically assuming that A might join for any family function and making A’s favorite dish accordingly

“I have to go into the office this week. Can I crash at your place since it’s closer?”

Hanging out for hours —> “I don’t want you to drive home this late.” —> waking up in each other’s arms because they both refused to let the other sleep on the floor/couch

“My clothes reek of you.” “You could’ve just told me to take a shower.”

[colorfulrook]

Hello!

Thanks for anwsering my question!

Could i request some dating headcanons for Jinwoo, Thomas Andre and Jinchul please?

Thank youu

A/N: Helloo! Sorry so much for the delay, I really hope will like it, tried to maintain it PG but tell me if you had something more spicy in mind... I may have some extra headcanons for them... hehe... -Rook

Their love for you

Sung Jinwoo is a quiet lover.

He's a quiet yet reassuring presence, often opting with act of services towards you—bringing your favorite drink, adjusting your scarf, walking on the outside of the sidewalk.

He can be quite protective yet doesn't smoder you. He won’t stop you from doing dangerous things if it’s what you love—but he’ll always make sure he’s there, watching your back.

He won’t ask for attention, but the moment you touch him, he melts. He especially loves when you rest your head on his chest—he’ll quietly put his arm around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do.

He'll never tell you but you are his lockscreen. One night he let you wear one of his black coats and when he saw you in it he couldn't help but snap a pic. You swore you saw his ears go red.

His shadows love you, after you two got together Beru asked a quiet “Shall I prepare a wedding?” out of nowhere and Jinwoo nearly choked on air.

He used to have insomnia, especially after dungeons. But now? If you're curled up beside him, he’s out in minutes. You’re his peace.

Thomas Andre's love is like the sun, bright and warm.

He is always touching you, a hand on the small of your back, a sideway hug when you are close.

The whole world revolves around you and your every whim. You mentioned that you loved wine? Prepare to have the cellar stoked of every rich and famous wine of France. You said you were cold during winter? You have two tickets for the Maldives by evening night.

He love to boast about you, especially if you are in the same field of work as him. If your class can have it expect to be gifted with the rarest artefact he can find, always the best for you.

Loves when you attend special events with him, you always look super hot and he's there for it.

He calls you baby, a lot.

Despite his massive size he's surprisingly gentle when he touches you... Unless you ask otherwise.

Woo Jinchul is devoted.

A bit awkward at first, being the workaholic he is he didn't leave much space to dating around. Yet you began to grow on him more and more every day.

Gets teased by his coworkers for being so obvious. “Oh, you’re blushing again, Director Woo.” one of them would snicker after you left his office. Faint blush would dust his cheeks as he gripped his fresh coffee—a drawing of a heart would be on it.

Outside he loves to show his love with little gesture of affection. A coffee bought, driving you to work, making sure your keys are near the front door.

While indoor or among close friend he let himself go a bit and relishes in small lingering touches.

One you wore his suit jacket, he still hasn't recovered. Loves it and finds an excuse everynight for you to wear it post work. "Aren't you cold?" he asks, while already draping his jacket over you.

Loves reading in bed with you. The best part of his night is with you in bed, your head on his chest as you both read your books.

He loves when you massage him, all his stress from work just melt away under your pretty hands, he's putty in your hands.

Always making sure you’re safe. Walks you home, checks if your doors are locked, subtly hovers when you’re in crowded places.

[lilhughesy]

my favourite birthday girl | j.fisher x reader

request: i would like to request can it be where jere and i are best friends and its my bday belly and conrad throw a surprise bday party for me at the becks beach house and jeremiah & i go upstairs and we go in his bedroom he confesses that he liked me since last summer and i have my first time with jere trying different sex positions like hes on top of me and im on top of him riding him & doing cowgirl style position lots of kissing can it be smut/angst and is it okay if i include my name and if not you can do y/n thanks babe❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🥰

a/n: i fricking LOVE this!! i had so much fun writing it and i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), oral (fem! receiving), swearing, alcohol consumption, and jeremiah being a total sweetheart

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the sun was shining brightly through the windows of my bedroom, the morning breeze coming through smelling of sea salt. i flutter my eyes open, taking in the warmth of the summer. i reach for my phone that was charging by my bed side. the moment the lockscreen wakes, it’s full of birthday messages.

i feel myself smile as i go through the individual texts from all my friends back home in maine. i respond to them all, thanking each of them for the kind and loving messages.

after doing so, i finally decide that it’s time for me to get out of bed. i stretch out the slumber from my body before crawling out of the warm bed. i grab my phone and my bluetooth speaker and head over to my bathroom to start my birthday right.

cruel summer by taylor swift starts playing loudly as i pull off my pajamas, which was in reality one of jeremiah’s old t-shirts. i decide to text my friends to see what the plans were for the day, assuming they had something in mind.

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SUMMER GANG☀️🌊🫶

y/n!

goodmorning guys!! what are the plans for today?

stevie:

con and i are going fishing at the pier today

belly <3:

i told my mom that i’ll go to the store with her today!! sorry girl!

y/n!:

that’s fine haha have fun! tell laur i said hi:)

j:

i should be available today i think

connie:

i thought ur coming fishing?

stevie:

yeah!! boys trip!!

belly <3:

wow i’ve nvr seen us all so busy lol

j:

wdym it’s a regular day

connie:

nvm mom says u need to clean ur room jere

stevie:

LOL

belly <3:

so true, it’s gross jeremiah

j:

shut upp

urs isn’t any better bells

belly <3:

:(

y/n!:

stop being mean j

—

i close my phone, a bit disappointed that it appeared that all my friends forgot about my birthday. i try to shake it off and assume that they’re all busy, so remembering a birthday isn’t that big of a deal.

i step into my shower, washing my hair with my coconut shampoo and conditioner, lathering my body with body wash, and shaving every inch of my body. i sing to taylor swift as i shower, feeling my muscles relax in the warm water. i dry myself off with a towel and pull on a cute purple summer dress that i had gotten earlier last week.

after putting on some makeup and doing my hair, i figured that i was ready to go downstairs to see my family. at least they would remember my birthday.

you only turn seventeen once, plus laurel, susannah, and my mom always told me that seventeen is an amazing year.

my mom was preparing my favourite smoothie bowl when i got to the kitchen. her face lit up after seeing me turn the corner and a smile drawn up her face, “happy birthday, my babygirl!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.

i hug her back, “thank you, momma!”

she hands me the beautiful smoothie bowl, “here you go, sugar! let me go get you your presents!”

my mom scurries away to her office before returning with multiple gifts all wrapped up in colourful gift wrap. she places them on the kitchen island before sitting down beside me.

i was already half way done my breakfast when my dad and baby sister came into the kitchen.

“happy seventeenth, babydoll” my dad grins, planting a kiss on my forehead, “i can’t believe how grown up you are already.”

“happy birthday sissy!” my four year old sister yells, hugging my leg. i ruffle her hair, thanking the both of them.

my mom urges me to open up the presents, she had always been a huge gift giver — seeing people’s reactions were her favourite thing. i open the sealed boxes, revealing lululemon clothing, a new ipad, gorgeous jewelry, and some makeup products that i’ve been wanting to get.

“mom!” i exclaim, in shock of the overwhelming amount of gifts, “you didn’t have to!”

“oh, honey,” she coos, brushing my hair, “it’s your seventeenth birthday! of course i had to, do you like them?”

i look at her with my mouth opened agape, “yes, yes! of course i love them all! you know me so well, thank you!”

my arms wrap around my mom, squeezing her tight.

“my first baby,” she whispers into my ear so my sister, lindsay, doesn’t hear her, “i love you with my whole heart.”

i finish up the rest of my breakfast, while also admiring my new items. my dad also takes a few photos of us, most likely to post on his facebook page later. luckily, i look decent right now.

“eat up,” my dad says to me, “your friends are probably waiting for you.”

i shrug, “they’re all busy today.”

my mom turns to me with a raised eyebrow, “seriously? do you want me to call susannah?”

i shake my head quickly, “no! it’s alright, really.”

“i’m sorry, baby” my dad squeezes my shoulder, “you can hang out with us today.”

i give him a small smile, “that sounds good.”

the rest of the day was uneventful, well not exactly. it was moreso just a typical day for us. my sister and i went swimming in our pool, i watched tv with my parents, and scrolled through my phone a ton. i really didn’t want to confront my friends about them forgetting my birthday, it would’ve been immature was what i told myself. it’s not like i’m six anymore.

i was laying on my bed when i received a text message.

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j:

heyy pretty

wanna come over? we just came back from fishing 🎣

y/n!:

sure :)

j:

awesome! see you soon!!

also wear something nice ;)

y/n!:

why?

j:

not that you don’t always look nice!!!

my mom wants to take photos or smt lol

y/n!:

oooook

—

my brows furrow in slight confusion of the request but i shrug it off. i get up from my laying position and go to my closet to find something ‘nice’. i find a black satin slip dress that i brought from back home, i figured this would be nice enough. i put it on and look at myself in front of my mirror.

i smooth down the material of the dress, checking how it looks from the side and from behind. i silently pray that jeremiah would like it, i’ve overheard him, conrad, and steven talk about how jeremiah is an ass man multiple times — considering how the satin material of the dress perfectly fits my bum, i’m convinced he’ll appreciate it.

i grab my phone, sunglasses, and my favourite lip gloss before heading downstairs. i see my parents cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together with my sister fast asleep in the space next to them.

i slide on my white converse and head over to them, “i’m going over to the fishers.” i tell them. they smile and remind me to have fun and to be home by two am.

the walk over to the fisher summer home is brief, a quick five minute walk. them living only two houses over from mine always came in handy. i open up the front door before my vision became black.

“do you trust me?” he says, jeremiah’s hands clamped over my eyes.

“if you ruin my mascara, j, i might cry.” i joke, “yes, i do trust you.”

“okay, good.” i can hear his infamous smile in his voice, “come with me.”

he guides me slowly through the house, his hands still over my eyes. jeremiah lifts them off and it takes me a moment before noticing all the decorations put up around the kitchen. there are streamers hanging from the walls and across the ceilings, so many pretty balloons in every corner of the room, a huge ‘happy birthday’ sign hanging on the cupboards.

my hand flyes to clamp over my open mouth, “oh my god!”

steven, belly, laurel, susannah, and conrad all jump up from their hiding spot behind the kitchen island.

“surprise!” they all scream out. i smile widely, taking in everything,

“you guys!” i gush, as im being pulled into a hug from jeremiah, “thank you!”

his muscular arms hold me and he plants two kisses on my hair, “did you really think we forgot your birthday, pretty girl?”

i laugh, “well maybe! you guys are forgetful sometimes… like the time you forgot belly and i at the walmart!”

he rolls his eyes playfully, “oh shush, that was one time!”

“we never forget birthdays here.” susannah giggles before also hugging me, “happy birthday my gorgeous and beaming girl.”

everyone takes their turn in hugging me and wishing me a happy birthday. i thank each of them individually, the smile never leaving my face once.

“who planned this?” i ask laurel, who was carefully pulling out the birthday cake from the fridge.

“it was all belly and connie’s idea” she smiles, “now go sit!”

i take my seat next to jeremiah and steven before laurel brings the cake with seventeen candles on it in front of me. they all sing happy birthday to me and i close my eyes to make a wish.

every year since i was five years old, my birthday wish has been the same. not even just for my birthday, anytime i saw a shooting star, or tossed a penny in a fountain, or honestly any other occasion that required making a wish — it has always been the same.

it was wishing for jeremiah to notice me in the same way that i see him. it’s all i’ve ever wanted, as stupid as it can get.

i blow out all the candles and susannah cuts up the cake into slices before serving it to everyone. belly reminds me of all the birthday presents that they had gotten me, and to open it later.

after cake, susannah and laurel agree to leave the home to go to a cocktail bar so that the kids can have the house to themselves for a few hours. more teenagers from cousins start showing up, all of them wishing me a happy birthday as they come in.

drinks are being served, music is playing loudly off the multiple speakers scatter around the home, beer pong matches are being played by the pool, people dancing.

jeremiah stays next to me for the whole night, we chat with a few of our friends while sipping our seltzers.

“do you wanna go upstairs for a bit?” jeremiah says to me in a hushed tone, “y’know, to get away from this?”

i nod, “yeah, for sure.”

he smiles, taking my hand into his own and guiding me through the crowd and up the stairs. we walk to his bedroom, he closes the door behind me and locks it. jeremiah places his drink on his dresser and offers to put mine next to it, i agree and soon we’re both seated on his bed.

we make small talk, him asking about my birthday so far as he rummages around in his desk drawer. he sits back down beside me, facing me. he places a small velvet box into my hands,

“open it, my favourite birthday girl.” he smirks, looking into my eyes. his hand was on my thigh and i can feel myself blushing.

i think i can get lost in his ocean eyes, they’re so beautiful and full of life. i smile and carefully open it, inside was a gorgeous golden ring with a large (what im assuming was a fake) diamond on it.

“j…” i gasp, lifting the ring out of its box and admiring it, “this must have costed a fortune.”

he shrugs, “anything for you, look on the band.”

i bring the ring closer to my eyes and see that there’s an engraving on the inside of the band.

in love with my best friend <3

my jaw drops, “jeremiah?”

i look up at him, our eyes interlocking. he slowly nods, “i love you, y/n — i’ve always have, i thought it was a childhood crush and i don’t think i really realized until last summer that i truly do love you.”

“can i?” he asks, taking the ring from my hand. i nod and he carefully slips it onto my finger before being it to his lips and kissing it.

i pull him into a kiss, my hands rested on his cheeks and his on my waist. he kissed back almost immediately. my hands move down to his built chest and gently push him down onto his back, our lips never leaving each others. i adjust my legs so im straddled on him,

“i’ve always loved you too.” i whisper against his lips, he smiles into the kiss and kisses me harder.

his fingers fiddle with the edge of my dress, hands sliding up and down the back of my thighs before squeezing my ass slowly, “god, i couldn’t take my eyes off of you in this dress. it makes your body look so fucking good.” jeremiah groans.

i lower my crotch onto the evident tent in his pants, he gasps at the contact while slowly grind my hips on his.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me come in my pants.” he moans into my ear as i flip my hair onto one side. i bring my face to his jawline, kissing it and licking the soft skin. his hands tighten around my ass and i moan at the contact.

his hand slips under my dress and to the lace material of my thong, his finger slide underneath the band of it. he lifts it before letting it go, the snap of my underwear against my skin making me moan louder.

“sit on my face,” he tells me in a low voice, i feel myself getting even more wet and excited at the tone of it, “let me give you another birthday gift.”

he lifts me by the waist and moves me so my core is hovering above his mouth. i grab onto his head board while jeremiah slowly moves the lace material to the side and lowers me onto his face.

i gasp loudly when his tongue licks a long stride between my folds. he moans into me, “fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” he mumbles against me, the vibrations causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

jeremiah dips his tongue into me, licking up all the juices and tracing figure eights against me. i squeeze the headboard tighter, becoming a moaning mess quickly. his tongue is magic. he fucks me with his mouth, my thighs shaking around his head,

“shit, jere.” i cry out, feeling my high coming closer. his hands squeeze my ass yet again before landing a smack on my left ass cheek. i moan loudly in response, my body flowing with immense pleasure, “fuck, i’m gonna come!”

he never slows his tongue as i feel my orgasm come crashing down on me. waves of pure pleasure crashing down. jeremiah licks up every last drop as i slowly come down from the high. i move myself down from his face and back down towards his groin. i lean down to kiss his passionately, tasting myself on his lips,

“holy shit, i can eat you out all day long.” he says to me as his hands fumble with his pants. he kicks off his pants and boxers. his erection slaps his lower abdomen and i drool at the sight of it. it’s huge, red tip begging for attention and veins pulsating on the sides of it.

i move to give him a blowjob but his grip on my waist prevents me from moving, “it’s your birthday.” jeremiah tells me, “you can give me head another time.” he winks

my hips position themselves above his thick and veiny cock and i lower myself onto it. he fills me up perfectly and we both moan loudly at the same time. every inch of him inside on me as i bottom out.

i slowly start rocking my hips against him, both of us becoming a panting mess. his hands never leave my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his dick.

“you feel so good, baby” he praises, “you tight pussy feels amazing around me, fuck”

i continue riding him, my hands tangled up in his hair, pulling it which makes him moan.

“i- i think your cock was made for me.” i whisper in his ear before kissing him harshly.

he smirks, “oh yeah?”

and i nodded feverishly before he flips us around so im on my back and his on top of me, “sorry baby, i want to be in control now”

he pulls out almost entirely before slamming himself back in, the new position making him hit me even deeper than he was before. he thrusts harder and deeper, my back arches and i grab onto the sheets beside me, “fuck i’m close” i cry

“me too, hold on.” he continues fucking me, littering kissing on my face and neck. i can feel my inner muscles squeezing around him which makes jeremiah groan, “i’m fucking gonna come.”

“let it go.” he encourages me, his thumb going down to start abusing the bundle of nerves. almost immediately, i feel myself orgasm. my legs tightening around his waist and i feel him finish inside of me. he releases a series of curse words as he fucks us both through our orgasms.

a few moments after he pulls out and rolls next to me. we’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths, “holy shit” i pant out, looking over at him.

he grins, “that was amazing.”

“beyond amazing.” i repeat and he laughs,

“fuck, i should’ve asked you this before.” he says, reaching over to cup my face, “will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

i blush, “yes, a hundred times yes!”

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[venusindelusion]

Giving In (to the Love): Guess

5th chapter

SUMMARY: Curiosity was eating you alive, even though someone else wishes to be the one doing it.

WC: 3K

PAIRING: Vi x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: MDNI, masturbation, mentions of clit, fingering, cursing, alcohol.

A/N: sorry for the delay, life got in the way of thirst

Previous chapter

The days seemed longer than usual, your hands were full; trying to catch up with classes and studying for upcoming exams, getting home late and barely sleeping. It has been a few days since your last tutoring lesson and you really hoped Violet would keep her promise and study on her own, although you knew she had a lot on her plate too.

After that invitation, both of you started exchanging messages daily, usually chatting about what you were doing or your plans for the day, you complained about a few classes and she would do the same about some customers during the night.

It was still early in the morning and you were drinking your coffee. Your schedule for today was a bit heavy, it was Viktor's class and you knew that a pile of exams would be waiting for you on the desk to grade and your mind would be everywhere except on those papers.

You drank your coffee peacefully while going through your phone's notifications, reading group chats of your classes and asking some questions you needed for an essay. While reading one of your classmates' reply, a message from Caitlyn pops up asking if you would be free after class. Thinking for a bit, you decide to meet up with her for coffee and maybe a study session, it has been a while since both of you could have one and you were curious about the case she was so eagerly working on too. After all, she did mention it was very important for her.

Turning the lights off, you walk out of your apartment and lock the door. Once inside the elevator, the thought of messaging Violet crossed your mind, but you remembered she had mentioned her day would be very busy— training for the weekend during the morning and receiving some new furniture for The Last Drop in the afternoon, so you decide not to.

It was already feeling like kind of a boring day, you were getting accustomed to your texts and your senseless chats, just seeing her name pop up on your lockscreen would put your heart to work fast. Although you couldn't shake off the memory of the envelope, you wonder if you would be able to build up the nerve and eventually ask Caitlyn about it. There is nothing wrong with curiosity, right?

As you open the front door of the building, a cold breeze makes you realize you should have taken a jacket before leaving your place. Sighing, you closed the door anyway and started walking, you were already tight on time and Viktor wasn't very forgiving when it came to punctuality.

"Good morning, professor." You say as you open the door to Viktor's office, but there was no sight of him. The smell of books and incense was in the air, sunlight filling the room through green curtains and illuminating the bookshelves as you dropped your bag on the floor beside your usual seat. Saying you loved this room would be an understatement, it felt so academic yet very personal, you could tell Viktor put his whole life in here; some of his favourite books were on the bookshelf right behind his seat, notes and small illustrations pinned on a clork board— some his and some from someone else, and, on the desk, he had a frame with a photograph of his husband and himself, they both looked so happy and in love.

The particular sound of Viktor's cane stumbled you a bit out of your thoughts. He greeted you good morning and apologized for the delay, then sat down and handed a small pile of exams for grading. You looked at him confused and he said, "Not many students showed up."

You nod in response and both of you start your usual working routine. The mutual understanding you shared with him was something you were thankful for, it was quiet and easy to work with him; Viktor usually focused on his own thing, sometimes it would be supervising your previous corrections or preparing the topics for the next lesson, other times he'd stay silent while writing notes on his next investigation.

"How are Violet's lessons coming so far?" He asked suddenly, not taking his eyes off his paperwork and coughing a little bit.

"To be honest, good." You replied, trying to pretend that the mention of her name doesn't strike a nerve. Viktor looks at you and raises an eyebrow curiously and encouraging you to elaborate more. "Well," you start fidgeting, playing with the pen on your hand and taking your stare everywhere but his face, "she's a quick learner and shows clear interest in our lessons," he catches your fingers moving awkwardly and tries to hide a smile, "so I think she'll do just fine next time."

Viktor nods and continues with his work, you follow his action and carry on grading the few remaining exams. It was a pity not many students showed up to take it; Viktor's lessons were difficult but very educative and dynamic, he would make sure the whole class had a chance to participate, to feel free to start a debate or even question his facts. Even though his exams were tough, he always held extra classes for those who needed additional tutoring regarding some topics. Those were the reasons you look up to him, he built his career alone, everything he has now was a product of his never ending effort; in the little time you had got to know this man, he had found a way to make you admire him even more.

"Jayce and I are holding a seminar the following week," he said, lifting his eyes off the papers in front of him and dropping his pen on the desk, "we would like to invite you."

You nod excitedly and he smiles, explaining more about the seminar his husband and himself are holding; they were working on a device that could detect and help relief the pain on small parts of the human body, it was mostly theory and the idea was still too young, but Viktor seemed hopeful about it. Both of you keep on working for a few hours more, time passing by quickly given all the work you had to do besides grading.

He ended up dismissing you earlier than expected, so you said your goodbye and walked out of the office straight to the cafeteria. Caitlyn wasn't going to arrive for another half an hour at least, so you sat down at your usual table and waited for the waitress to come take your order.

"Well, look what we have here." You hear a familiar voice behind you and turn your head around, it was Violet. She was smiling playfully as she took a seat in front of you. "Missed me much?"

"What are you doing here?" You ask her, nervously playing with the menu on your hands. Certainly you weren't expecting to see her today.

"Stalking my favourite tutor." She says and laughes. Her laugh makes you even more nervous, it feels like both music to your ears and a drums against your chest.

"I'm your only tutor." You answer, trying to sound nonchalant and calm. Violet had this unknown effect on you, it was like she was guiding you through the whole emotional spectrum; happiness, anxiety, confusion, all at once. Never in your life have you crossed paths with someone who could cloud your mind and put your heart to work as if you were running a marathon.

"Had to drop Powder's uniform," she says, running her hands through her pink hair, "she came to work and forgot it at home." She rolls her eyes, giving you the smallest timeframe to watch her slow movements, the way her shoulders would tense as she gesticulates, her hair falling against her face, her light blue eyes reflecting the sunlight coming through the window. It was like her presence was driving you in. "Are you okay, cupcake?" She breaks the spell she put you in.

"Y-Yes, I—"

"Can I take your order?" You were interrupted by no other than Powder herself, all dressed up in her uniform. Violet was about to speak but her sister cuts her out, "I already know yours, sis," she says, "I'm asking yours, cupcake." Smirking and looking at you mockingly, this little teenager managed to paint your face red.

"Just a coffee, please." You answer, coughing to try to clear your throat. Violet was sending her sister a serious stare, but you couldn't mind what it meant when your face felt like it's been set on fire.

Powder writes down your order, still with that smile on her face, and takes off. Silence sets in the small space of your table, you couldn't quite figure if it was an awkward silence that you should fill, yet you had no idea how you'd do that; Violet was entertained looking out the window, her chin on her hand and her eyes narrowed to cover herself from the sunlight. You felt like you should imitate her, as if you should cover yourself from her.

Your cellphone rings and you take it, desperate for anything that could distract your thoughts, and see a message from your best friend saying she would be arriving soon. You wonder if Violet was going to stick around for long, not that you wanted her to leave but the envelope was still in your mind— it felt like you were getting in the middle of something, putting pieces together of a secret you were not supposed to discover, yet you wanted to know why it was hidden in the first place.

It just didn't make sense, Caitlyn has been open about her sexuality ever since you first met her, so it couldn't be that. Maybe Violet wasn't? She didn't seem like the type to hide, but you didn't know that much about her anyway.

As your train of thoughts was taking you to psychosis station, the little door bell rings and a familiar shape comes into view. Caitlyn looked stunning, as always, but this time an aura of happiness was surrounding her. She approaches your table and greets Violet first, your stomach ties up in a knot when you see your best friend's hand on Vi's shoulder; such a small cordial gesture that sends your brain direct instructions to make your heart panic and you smile vaguely in a lame attempt to compose yourself.

"I'm glad you're here too." Caitlyn says to Vi, then takes a seat next to you just when Powder was bringing you your coffee, so your best friends takes her chance and ask for one too. You see the teenager roll her eyes as she writes Caitlyn's order then takes off. "Not one to pretend, I see."

"It's not personal," Violet says, "she just wants to drive you nuts."

Caitlyn chuckles and grabs her purse, taking a few papers from it and putting them on the table. You wonder what the whole conversation was about, how could Powder have such a reaction to her and why. You were feeling so left out.

"This is the case I wanted you to help me with." Caitlyn says to you, you stare at her confused and then take a look at it. You go through the pages slowly, reading some of the colorful notes sticked on them that pointed to mistakes— probably done by her boss. It was a complicated one, you could see why she needed someone else's eyes on this, but you weren't sure yours would be fitting.

"Well, it's certainly... something," You comment as you keep reading, you turn the pages until you find the strategy the firm was going to take for it, "is the other party not willing to settle?"

"He's not." Violet says, swallowing hard and looking at her side. You weren't expecting her to answer and look at her confused, then follow her gaze and find she's watching her younger sister wrapping a donut and shoving it inside a tiny bag for a customer. The pink haired girl chuckles when she sees Powder rolling her eyes again once the customer turns on their back and leaves; she really wasn't made for customer service, but you can see why Vi would want her to work here. Powder was safe, surrounded by college students or teachers, just preparing coffee and making snarky comments to customers, in a place where her older sister could actually watch over her. "I have to go now," Violet says, getting up of her seat, "I'll see you around, cupcake." She winks at you and raises her hand to greet Caitlyn goodbye as well.

Your best friend looks at you and bites her lips to repress a smile, but you're too busy watching Violet leave in a rush and replaying in your mind the little nickname that seemed to have grown on you.

Looking down again at the papers on the table, you see the Kiramman's distinctive emblem. Your fingers caress it mindlessly in a circle, Cassandra did an amazing job at the design, it really represented everything they were going for: justice, status and transparency.

"Is something going on between you and Violet?" Suddenly you ask Caitlyn, who was about to take a sip at her coffee but leaves her mug on the table slowly and raises her eyebrows in surprise instead.

"What do you—” She was interrupted by her cellphone ringing, she reads the name popping on the screen and sighs. It was her boss. Feeling a bit embarrassed about your sudden question, you smile and tell her to pick up then get off your seat. It was already time to go back home and study for your exams, but mostly you just wanted to run from the situation; it was a question you weren't sure to want to know the answer. Caitlyn picks up her purse and stands up as well, it seemed her boss told her to go back to the office as quick as possible. "Please take the folder with you," she tells you, "I'll text you later if he doesn't kill me."

You nod and greet her goodbye, then walk past Powder, who was taking an order from the table next to yours.

"Bye, Powder." You tell her before opening the door.

"Goodbye, cupcake!" She yells back, laughing loudly and winking, clearly mocking the way her sister does it.

You smile softly as you cross the door then start walking back to your place, thinking the fresh air might clear your head.

"Go to sleep, Vi!" Ekko yells from behind the bar counter while cleaning some of the bottles, humming a french song he listened to the day before with his girlfriend.

"Glad you're having fun." Violet tells him, putting a big box with some more bottles softly on the floor next to him. She looks at him annoyed, there were more important things to do than singing and cleaning the most expensives bottles no one actually asks for.

"Take it easy, it's still early." He answers, returning the same annoyed stare and putting the bottle on its place. "Just go rest, I'll take it from here."

"Don't forget to—"

"Clean the tables and take a look at the stereo," Ekko interrupts her, "I know."

Violet nods and thanks him, turning around to go upstairs. The day couldn't be any more longer, although she was more concerned about the weekend; that's when the bar would be full and she wasn't sure Ekko could handle it on his own, Powder still hadn't asked for a free day at her job to help him out and there was no one else to replace her. She didn't want to miss her fight, she has been practicing a lot more and she could see herself getting better at it. Most of all, she didn't want to cancel her date along with it. Although it wasn't a date, not that she wouldn't want it to be but the other girl seemed pretty much oblivious to her advances. Or maybe she just wasn't interested.

Sighing, Violet sits down on the couch with her whisky glass filled in her hand. She takes a sip, slowly letting the liquid burn her throat while she watches it settle again inside. It wouldn't be long for the trial to be held and even if she trusted Caitlyn and the firm with all her heart, she couldn't help but feel nervous; her father's long life work was at stake, Powder's future and her own were too. She had a promise to keep to him and should it go down wrong, it would weight her until her final days.

College was just a back up plan, not that she didn't like the idea of it but her life and dreams were at The Last Drop. The only good part about it so far was that she could get to meet her tutor— more than that, she could befriend her and perhaps something more if only that girl would ever notice her flirting.

Smiling to herself, Violet grabbed her phone and texted her. She was hoping Caitlyn was right about her and that she would help them even a bit with the case, it would mean the world to Vi. Caitlyn had talked heavens about her best friend, saying she was smart and sweet, and Violet was glad to find out it was all true; the way she would carry herself or talk, even her small gestures were adorable. Not to mention she was incredibly attractive, it was so difficult for Vi to be near her, feel her body close and not be able to touch her, to caress her face, to slide her hands down her body and smell her perfume; she could imagine it all as she laid down on the couch, her imagination was driving her nuts. Her heart beating a bit faster as she fantasized of kissing her neck slowly, what her moans would sound like once she felt Violet leaving a trail of kisses down her body, softly helping her get undressed, piece by piece until there was nothing left separating them.

She would make her feel so good, teasing her just the right amount to hear her begging for more. Violet slid her hand under her pants, her body already feeling hotter than before and she wished those fingers weren't hers; the need to feel her was clouding her senses as she kept rubbing her own fingers against her clit, a vivid image of her tutor moaning Violet's name was in her mind. She'd caress and feel the skin of the girl's breast against her hand as she'd keep kissing all the way down, only stopping once she's close to where she's needed the most, licking and sucking, tasting her and watching her close her eyes, trying so hard not to finish right there and then.

"Fuck!" Violet let out a soft moan, she could feel her own orgasm building inside her as her fingers kept rubbing relentlessly. She could imagine the girl's hands on her pink hair, trying to ground herself as Vi would keep eating her out, making her moan and cum like she's never before, because she was sure of it. She could feel her own orgasm building inside her, she was so close to it— Someone knocked twice on the door and called her name. It was Ekko, yelling he needed her down at the bar because a customer was causing trouble with the payment.

Sighing heavily, she composed herself and got up to wash her hands. Her cellphone vibrated and she instantly grabbed it, smiling at the reply from the girl who wouldn't leave her thoughts. She had claimed ownership of her mind entirely, little by little with every interaction, every smile, every silly joke and even when she would blush because of Violet's endless teasing.

"good night, cupcake." Violet replied, trying to keep her thoughts off her fantasies.

It would be a long wait until the weekend arrives.

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[chalkscene]

tears of themis ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

“i have a question,” you tell LUKE. he’s sat on the couch, playing some new video game which he immediately pauses to acknowledge you. “okay, shoot.” “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars or me for only 10 dollars?” before luke can school his features, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as memories from your childhood flash in his mind. ever since you were kids, you’ve always had the most random trivia and inquiries ready to share with him—his heart swells at the thought of you not having changed at all. going back to your question, luke normally would’ve been deep in thought searching for an answer but he’s always had it in him. so with loving eyes, he meets your expectant ones. “you know i’d kiss you for free.”

ARTEM looks up from his paperwork, paying you his undivided attention now. “come again?” you’re halfway through repeating the question when he cuts you off with a chuckle, “i heard you the first time.” you know he’s just too nice to dismiss you but if you spend another minute thinking about your case, you’re going to lose your mind. “so, what’s your answer?” “i’d kiss you,” he replies without skipping a beat and his lips curl into a smile. you mirror his expression before glancing at the door then back at your boyfriend. “can you kiss me now?” you pout, “i need motivation.” artem shakes his head at your antics but he adores them. he gets up from his seat en route to your side of the office, leaning in to grant your request when celestine barges into the room, “artem- oh.” artem immediately straightens up and clears his throat as he takes a step back from your desk, “yes?” whatever celestine’s come to see him for is soon forgotten, clearly enjoying the sight she walked into. the whole firm knows about your relationship with artem so you remain unfazed—unlike stellis’ notable lawyer whose cheeks are blushing furiously, unable to meet your colleague in the eye.

“missed your pretty face,” MARIUS says in greeting the moment you open the door. half an hour ago, he called to let you know he was on his way to your apartment. now here he is, leaning in for a kiss which is immediately followed by a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of your mouth on his. “you say that as if i’m not your lockscreen,” you tease when you pull away. “i can’t kiss my phone though.” he winks then dips his head lower for another peck but you stop him with a finger over his lips. marius’ eye brows shoot up in surprise, coaxing a giggle out of you. with a cheeky smile, you ask, “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” “what kinda question is that?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes at its absurdity before his familiar cockiness once again takes over his features. “miss, i’d pay to kiss you.”

“is something on your mind?” VYN’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts—well, thought. you’ve had this random question plaguing your brain for a while now. “what is it?” vyn asks again. “well…” you begin, trying to form the words before you utter them, “i was curious…” “go on.” “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” vyn doesn’t respond right away, blinking at you as he is momentarily dumbfounded. but it’s not long before you sense the gears in his mind turning. you’re not sure if it’s due to the nature of his job as a psychiatrist but vyn is never not thinking—you truly believe he’s actually taking the question seriously. soon enough, he gives you his answer. “my rose,” he says as he tenderly takes your hand in his, “your kisses are priceless.”

[nadvs]

　　　⊹　❀　︵　∘　 destined ⟢

pairing singledad! zach maclaren x nanny! female reader

summary after you find out you’re pregnant, you tell zach and prepare to share the news together.

this is a continuation blurb of this two-shot! requested by anon.

You impatiently check the time on your phone again. It’s been fourteen minutes since you sat down in the private room at the doctor’s office.

Your eyes travel over the lockscreen photo from your wedding half a year ago. In the captured moment, Zach is holding Ella. Her left arm is around her father’s shoulders and her right is around yours.

Her poofy dress is sparkling under the warm banquet hall lights, her smile just as big as yours and Zach’s.

You’d done a lot of happy crying that day, but a moment after the photo was taken, you’d never had tears of joy quite like this.

Ella had run off after the shutter of the photographer’s camera and Zach pulled you in by the waist, his lips soft against your cheek, murmuring just loud enough to be heard over the music and people dancing around you, “You know what she asked me this morning?”

“What?”

“Since I get to call you my wife, if she can call you her mommy.”

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, tearing up as he held you tighter. She had just turned seven years old and still didn’t talk about her biological mother all that much. She also hadn’t called you anything other than your name.

Zach had told you he’d be comfortable with it if Ella grew to want to call you her mom. You’d told him you’d be, too, but that you hoped she didn’t think you were ever trying to replace anyone.

“Really?” you said, your hand over your heart. “What’d you say?”

“I said she can,” he replied. You pulled back to meet his eyes, beaming up at him, almost in disbelief that three years ago, you’d knocked on his door for the first time. You could have never known the turn your life would take.

“You love her like she’s yours,” he said, his eyes glossy, “and she loves you the same way. I’m so happy she has you.”

You squeezed his hand. He’d already reassured you many times that you weren’t taking the place of Ella’s mother or being a substitution for what she lost. Instead, you’re an addition to their lives.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he said. The tears he was trying to hold back fell from his eyes and he chuckled defeatedly. “Who’s cried more today, do you think?”

“I’d say it’s even,” you said with a laugh.

The door opening pulls you out of the memory. You meet the doctor’s eyes, your heart thrumming.

You and Zach had been trying for a baby for four months now. You didn’t even have to ask Ella what she thought about gaining a sibling. She’d been asking for one for a long time now.

After a string of failed attempts, you prefer not to tell Zach every time you take a test. You can see the disappointment in his eyes, no matter how hard he tries to hide it behind a gentle, “The baby just wants to make us wait.”

A couple of nights ago, when the home test you secretly took showed two lines, you booked a blood test to be sure. The doctor starts her sentence with Congratulations and you exhale a shaky breath of relief.

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Later that day, you’re folding laundry in the living room while Ella’s at school. Zach gets home from an early practice and beams when he sees you, dropping his bag on the floor.

“Hi, baby,” he says. “How are you?”

“Good. How was training?”

“I’m getting old,” he chuckles, stretching his arms over his head. You laugh.

Zach had already decided that after eight years, this is his last season professionally playing. He was offered a position on the coaching team after he told his managers he’d be resigning. He’s ready to slow down, to work a job that doesn’t have such a high risk of injury, to have more time for his family.

He sits next to you, takes the t-shirt out of your hands, folds it and then puts it on the stack on the table so that you’re free to hug him. You giggle as he leans forward and pushes you back against the couch. He’s hovering over you, his cheek pressed on yours as he hugs you, smelling like his body wash.

Zach lives for these simple moments. Getting home to you, holding you, grounding himself and reminding himself that this is what life is about.

“Hey, how’s your day look six Mondays from now?” you ask.

“That’s specific,” he laughs. “I’ll have to check. Why?”

“I’d prefer it if you came to the ultrasound with me.”

He pulls back, searching your face in awe.

“What?” he whispers. “Are you… What?”

“I am,” you laugh, tears building in your eyes, stroking his soft hair.

“When did you…?”

“This morning,” you say. “I didn’t want to tell you in case it came back negative.”

“I’m…” Zach doesn’t have words. He leans forward, gently pressing his lips against yours, shuffling quickly so he doesn’t put any weight on you.

“It’s okay,” you laugh. “You won’t break us.”

“Us,” he repeats happily, his voice cracking. He looks down at your stomach, gently putting his hand on you. “It’s okay that you made us wait,” he whispers to the baby. “I already know you were worth it. Are you being gentle with your mom?”

He looks up at you, a flash of concern washing over his awestruck face.

“I’m a little more tired than usual,” you say. “But nothing crazy yet.”

“I can’t believe it,” Zach sighs. He sniffles, his heart racing with happiness as his eyes fill with tears. “I can’t believe it.”

“I know,” you breathe. “Me, neither. We can give her the book soon.”

Zach smiles. He’d bought a children’s book a few months back about becoming a big sister for when it was time to tell Ella a baby was on the way.

Having known you for nearly four years now, he was already well aware of how pure your heart is. But the fact that your first thought is to tell Ella is yet another reminder of how you’ve always seen yourself as not only sharing your life with him, but with her, too.

“Gonna be hard not to do it right away,” he says.

“Do you have any idea how hard these last three hours have been?” you laugh. “I couldn’t wait to tell you. But we’ll share the news with her after the first trimester. To be safe.”

“Of course,” he agrees, cupping your face and pulling you in for another tender kiss.

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By the three month mark, your appetite has grown and fatigue has hit you hard. When the day comes to tell Ella, you’re bursting with excitement to tell her the news.

After dinner, you sit on the couch, already used to Zach quietly telling you to sit down and not do any housework.

Ella’s doing homework at the coffee table as you help. You gaze at her as she concentrates on her writing and remember the four-year-old she was when you first walked into this house.

She’s nearly eight now and still has so many of the qualities you’d first noticed about her. She’s energetic and loves conversation and never hesitates to show affection.

Zach comes in from cleaning up after dinner and raises his eyebrows at you, discreetly holding the book. You nod to confirm you’re ready, nervous.

He sits next to you, taking one last moment to look at you and at his daughter, accepting that this is the last moment the three of you will have like this. His family is growing now, and it feels like his heart is, too.

“Is it two R’s? Or one?” Ella mumbles, the pencil in her hand. She looks up when you don’t answer, too busy trying not to cry as you watch her. “Are you okay, mommy?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m okay. Can you sit with us for a moment?”

Ella nods, running towards you. Zach stops her in his arms before she lands too close to you. You laugh, having already told him privately that she’s never rough enough to hurt the baby, but he can’t be too careful.

“I have a book for you,” Zach says, kissing Ella on the temple as she sits between you. “Can you tell me what you think?”

He hands her the purple hardcover.

“What’s it called?” you ask.

“Big Sisters Are The Best,” she reads. She curiously opens the page, gazing over the illustrations of a little girl with a baby.

“Thank you,” she says politely. “I’ll tell my friend Kaley about this book. Maybe she can borrow it. She’s a big sister.”

You chuckle, meeting Zach’s eyes. He rubs Ella’s back and tells her, “You’re going to be a big sister, too, honey.”

Ella’s gaze darts up to him, then to you, then back again.

“Really?” she says. Zach’s face brightens with endearment, eyes growing shiny with tears.

“Really?” she repeats, looking at you.

“Really,” you say, putting a hand over your stomach. “That’s why I keep going back for seconds at dinner lately. There’s a baby in here making me extra hungry.”

Ella stands up, unable to contain her happiness, jumping up and down in her spot a few times before wrapping you into a hug. You laugh as she wiggles in your arms.

Zach wipes his eyes, still unsure of what he did to deserve this sort of happiness. It’s like he’s in another world, experiencing a type of joy reserved specifically for him.

“This is the best day ever,” she says. “And you’re the best mommy ever and daddy’s the best daddy ever.”

“He is,” you agree, looking at him with pure love.

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“You’re such a girl dad,” you say amusedly when you go into Ella’s bedroom.

Zach’s sitting on the floor as Ella adds what looks like the twentieth clip in his hair, while he holds Olivia, who’s happily ripping up a piece of paper.

He smiles at you gratefully. Your one-year-old is exactly how Ella was at that age. Curious, smiley, and eager to make messes wherever she can. He knows you’re technically a blended family, but it has never felt like that.

“Ella, can you do mine next?” you ask.

“After Olivia,” she says happily. “I told her she’s next and I have to keep my promise.”

“Of course,” you say. “She’s lucky to have such a nice big sister.”

“Ebba,” Olivia babbles.

“Ella,” Ella corrects. You laugh. It feels like yesterday, you’d just met her and Zach, and he was correcting her on how she’d called him the bestest. Now, she’s growing before your eyes, already so mature and well-mannered.

“But Ebba’s okay,” Ella says with a smile. She leans to give her little sister a kiss on the forehead, earning a giggle from her, clapping for more.

You sit on the floor next to Zach, squeezing his knee lovingly as your daughters laugh together. He takes your hand and brings it up to kiss the back of it.

“And to think,” you joke, “we wouldn’t be here if I bombed my interview.”

Zach laughs, shaking his head as he kisses your hand again.

“No,” he says. “This is how life was meant to be. You would have found us, no matter what. I know it.”

You grin at him, nodding in agreement.

Sitting here with his wife and daughters is the definition of destiny. Zach knows deep in his soul that he was always fated to be right here, with his heart split between three beautiful girls.

(the end)

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pancakes (pt. 1)

welcome a new multi-chapter fic. enjoy.

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :) // the pancakes recipe here :)

P1 - bulgarian split squats

Really, the only way to survive Formula 1 was by going to the gym. 

The gym addiction was something that had existed long before joining the circus of a motorsports paddock filled with politics and rumours, as well as the slim fitting uniforms that always seemed to be accompanied by, in your opinion, ugly ass shoes. 

Sure, Puma was the offical sponsor but couldn’t they get anything other than the Speedcat? And what even was that name? Speedcat? It was on brand, sure, but at what cost? Really? If Formula 1 was trying to grow its popularity they could honestly start with their dress code. Seeing Christian Horner in Skechers really took the intimidation out of him when you served him his double espresso during the Spanish Grand Prix that one time last season. 

One of the perks of working in Hospitality - and there were very few far and in between - was that uniform was not so strict. F1 Hospitality only required an all black service with ‘comfortable shoes.’ This you took for interpretation. Dunks. Jordan 4s. Maybe 1s. Never 13s. Forces were good for a night race - that usually meant more stairs - and Vans were what you reached for in the morning when you knew you’d be working the barista shift. Converse were for ‘throw away’ races.

These were the races where you knew the shoe-care was not important. For example, Silverstone with its torrential UK drinkers who were likely to throw up on your beloved sneakers. Alas, you had learned the hard way when you almost lost your job by rushing to the kitchen to start scrubbing the vomit off your blue and red Cortez during peak lunch.

Never again.

Admittedly, you did try to keep at least one pair of Converse in good care since they were the renowned shoe come leg day. 

Another perk of working in F1 Hospitality was that every circuit’s map layout had been drilled into your head. Meaning you always knew exactly where the communal driver’s gym was located at and could therefore get your daily dose of dopamine before dealing with… well, everything.

You silenced the shrill horror that came from the iPhone alarm. 4:00 read the lockscreen, the light shining brightly into your face. It didn’t help that your wallpaper had a photo with a clear blue sky, making the light even harsher in the darkness. You could’ve very well changed it and avoid the pain you routinely go through every morning. But it was this very photo that reminded you why you were getting up in four in the morning in the first place. 

You had snapped it during a free practice in Italy that had miraculously lined up with a break in your shift. The sky was clear and the red car was small, but clear on the circuit. Ferrari, of course. You still remember the buzz that circled around the paddock staff that day. No matter who you routed for or whatever bias you had, there was a unanimously acknowledgement that Ferrari winning at Monza was special. He was special. 

Then again, you’ve known that long before he stood on that podium in Italy and was given his infamous nickname. 

It didn’t even take you ten minutes until you were out the door. Your gym clothes (pump cover included!) were on the one limpy chair that decorated your poor little hotel room, your shaker sat on top of your gym bag with you black high top Converse right beside it. By the time you had made it to the gym, it was a little past 4:15 and you had already scooped in pre-workout into your mouth ready to get through the oncoming pain. 

Your hips were a little tight, as per normal. The left side even more so. The hood of your hoodie was up, headphones on and blasting the hardstyle house music that would see you through the next two hours. You went through your usual stretches but with today’s added focus on the lower body. 

And then you went about destroying your legs. 

It was about an hour or so that Oscar finally sleepily arrived. You weren’t actually sure what time it was but you were up to doing bulgarian split squats - and hating life - and that was usually at the hour mark. You gave him a curious once over, noting the odd choice of clothing. It was a little odd to see a driver in the paddock wearing athleisure that wasn’t their team uniform.

“Bro, it’s five in the morning.” Oscar groaned, shuffling over to come and sit on the bench next to you. You gave another three more reps - Oscar silently watching you groan in pain through the last two - and then finally dropped the dumbbells. You reached over to take a sip of water and checked the phone for the time.

“It’s five thirteen in the morning.” You corrected. It had been just about the hour mark. “Are we training today or?” It wasn’t the first time Oscar had joined you. The reason his neck was getting stronger was because of you. In your opinion, the trainer Alpine had assigned Oscar was a fucking idiot.

“You’re doing legs.” Oscar pointed out, as if that was enough of an answer. He leaned to lay back down on the bench and stared up as he continued to speak. “Drivers don’t need bulky legs. We’ve been over this.”

You had. Many times. You knew he was right. It still would be nice to have someone to go through legs with you, though.

“So train with light weights.” You offered, trying. Oscar just gave you a look that made it clear he was not picking up any type of weights. You shrugged, not deterred. “I’ll do calisthenics with you. Or we can work on plyometrics.” Oscar’s response was to close his eyes and let out a deep sigh. “Fuck it man, do some cardio.” You came to the last resort, coming to kick his legs as you walked past to load up the smith machine with some different plates. 

“Piss off Tezza.” The Australian-ness continuing to shine through with the nickname that Oscar had specifically designed for you in respect of your shared citizenship to the ‘land down under.’

Except unlike the blond caucasian boy who loved AFL, grew up in Brighton East and attended Haileybury, your Australian-ness was less obvious. Your accent, for one, wasn’t as prominent since your parents were African immigrants. This, of course, didn’t just influence your speech patterns and accent.

Dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair, you weren't exactly the picture of a 'true blue Aussie.' The rite of public school bullying from those who did look 'Australian' (whatever that meant) had you scoffing at vegemite and preferring to follow EPL and La Liga than whatever the fuck was Aussie Rules Football.

Why is it called football if the players pick up the ball?

Still, when a homesick Oscar Piastri overheard one of the Hospitality staff yell out that that they were going for a 'Macca’s run' between the practice sessions on his very first F1 race weekend, he instantly picked up on the Australian-ism. And he didn’t let it go. And cue the beginning of a friendship that had Oscar Piastri calling you ‘bro’ and shortening your last name as per Australian rite.

Even if you had sworn off that sort of thing.

“Oscar, man, if you ain’t here to train then why are you?” You said, locking the plates in place on the smith machine. You lifted up your hood up and ducked under the bar to rest the metal against you shoulders, the hood acting as a cushion. The starting weight was light enough that you wouldn't have to worry about music for your first set. Besides, if Oscar was here, he could be the entertainment for this set. “You forget that this is a driver’s only gym. You could get in trouble." The sarcasm was all too clear in your voice.

No one used the ‘drivers-only’ gym. It was something that every Grand Prix had set up. Mobile, communal and high-end, it had enough equipment to rival the local 24/7 studio franchise gym that seemed to exist in every neighbourhood. Despite the fact that every driver preferred to train at their own motorhome gym - or that every team had their own mobile gym set up in conjunction to the motorhome - F1 still went about packing up and moving their own studio gym to every single location come race weekend.

If anything, it was a nice stop during the presentation walk during the sponsorship lunches where good old Stefano Domenicali would show off all the amazing resources that the Grand Prix space has to offer. 

So, no. F1’s Driver Gym was not used.

The only reason it wasn’t gathering dust was because every weekend it was packed up and moved. That and you woke up at 4am every weekend to destroy your muscles in the familiar red and black equipment.

"You're here." Oscar reminded you. "And not a driver."

You ignored him and just kept up with your repetitions, focusing on engaging your glutes and keeping your core tight. Oscar was silent as you finished your first set. When you finished your last rep, he stood up and came round as you locked the machine. He knew you well enough to pick up the 10kg and help add it to the sides.

"Thanks." You said. Oscar nodded and added the weight to the other side. There was a quiet air for a moment and you went to pick up your headphones to put them back on. Things were getting heavier and you would need music to get through the next few sets.

“I might be leaving Alpine.” 

You looked up at Oscar who dropped the bomb and then looked back at your headphones. You sighed and then dropped the headphones back to land in your gym bag. Headphoneless, you went back to the machine and Oscar took your invitation.

“Zak Brown approached me yesterday and suggested something about picking me up for next year.” Oscar said.

You just kept squatting. Oscar was far too removed to yet be aware of - well, everything.

“And with talk of Fernando quitting, I know that Alpine will be calling me up but do I trust that? Honestly Lando has been doing so well and Ocon has always pissed me off.” Oscar watched as you started to struggle.

He stood up and came around to help you but you just shook you head. You pushed through one more rep and then called it. 

“He does have a punchable face.” You said, now out of breath. Esteban had always annoyed you and before meeting Oscar, you used to dread the weekends where you were put on Alpine.

Your friend handed you the water bottle sat beside your gym bag before you could even ask. You gave a two finger salute in thanks as he continued on.

“And Lily and I got into this massive fight again! Apparently I don’t communicate enough!” He huffed. “But I sent her flowers and chocolates because she’s going through finals and she likes daisies and Cadbury."

“Yeah, but is that her love language though?” You asked, dropping your bottle and going to stack up the final set of weights on the smith machine. Oscar stood up again to help you.

“Her what?” He asked, handing you the plate.

“Love language.” You answered, still panting, and explained, “You’ve got physical touch, gift giving, quality time, words of affirmation and acts of service.” 

“Are you saying people love in specific ways?" Oscar asked, quick to process new information as always.

“Exactly. You did something nice for her, an act of service. Maybe all she wants is a nice, long phone call or maybe some texts complimenting her or something.” You shrugged and then brought up your headphones.

Oscar accepted this, knowing the last set would require music.

He watched you as you settled back under the smith machine bar and went on squatting more than his body weight. He shook his head and ran a hand over his face. He really shouldn't have been surprised at your lack of surprise. Little shocked you. That or your might’ve already known and just kept it to yourself. F1 Hospitality were a part of the Formula One Group and, therefore, were not associated to any one team. They had rotations across all teams and, therefore, every member of staff were required to sign an NDA. Not that ever did anything in this damn place.

Still, Oscar knew that you were one of the few genuine people left in this place.

He knew that there would’ve been so many opportunities where you could’ve easily done something for yourself by recounting something you had overheard while pouring Toto Wolff his coffee or serving Mattia Binotto his lunch. It was the reason why so many teams hired their own internal hospo staff.

It was also the reason why Oscar felt comfortable coming to tell you about Alpine and McLaren before he had even told his own parents, or Lily. The argument with his girlfriend had prevented him from getting any sleep, mulling it over in his mind for hours. Oscar knew you would be able to help him through it all.

And that you would be the only one awake at this godforsaken hour.

By the time you had finished your first set, he was Googling love languages and having a quick read through. 

By the time you had finished your second set, he was halfway through doing the love languages quiz.

By the time you had finished your third and final set, he was seeing what the problem was between him and Lily.

“I think Lily is words of affirmation and I'm acts of service." He said, coming up to the machine as you stepped back and pulled down your headphones. You blinked and nodded, still put of breath. "I think I forgot to check in with her and send her some compliments. Tell her I'm proud of her for getting through exams. Especially because she never is one for gifts, really."

You held out your hand to him. "There you go. Growth."

"I don't know what to do about Alpine."

"Call a lawyer."

Oscar pursed his lips and then considered this. That wouldn't be his first move but thinking about it, it was probably for the best. "That's actually a good idea."

"Isn't that why you're here?" You retorted. "Since you're not here to train. Speaking of which, the fuck is that?"

“What?” He asked and realised you were looking at his feet.

“Zak Brown isn’t going to hire you if he finds out that you’re wearing fucking thongs with socks.” You said, finally recognising the flip-flops he wore with some white socks that really needed to be washed. 

“You’ve been a great help, thanks.” Oscar smiled. You rolled your eyes and went to your gym bag. Pulling out a pair of white Adidas Sambas, you tossed them to Oscar.

“Put these on.”

“Is my footwear really that offensive to you?”

“We’ll go run the track.” You said then gestured to all of him. “It’ll help you burn all of this off.”

Oscar sighed and did as he was told. He laced up the shoes you'd given him that surprisingly fit his large feet and followed you out to the track. He used his pass to get through since a driver running the track at 5:30 in the morning would just be seen as the dedication to the grind. A Hospitality staff member would just be accused of breaking in. 

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re going through a crisis. I’ve always wanted to do a morning run on the track.” You said with a grin as the pair of you came to the starting line that, in a matter of hours, would be full of mechanics, engineers, reporters, camera crew members and, of course, drivers.  

“If I get a seat at McLaren, you can be my trainer.” Oscar said as you both started warming up into a light jog.

"Ha." You snorted. "As if you could afford me, bro."

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Cordelia Goode x Reader- Hidden Desires

A/N: based on this request 🤍

tw/tags: nsfw, smut, mommy kink, enchanted strap on, breeding kink, blowjob

word count: 3.5k

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The days had grown colder lately, a constant chill in the air whenever you left the academy and stepped into the world. Today in particular it had been so cold that you could feel it trying to enter the safe academy but the fireplace and warm atmosphere kept it warm always. When you woke beside your lover Cordelia that morning, your eyebrows furrowed, it being more whiter and lighter than it should be and as you took a glimpse out the window, you saw the snow covered gardens, feeling a little excited.

With the weekend approaching, the witches had left to do their own things for the next two days, either going to their families or activities outside the coven which- as much as you loved them- you appreciated having Delia to yourself and by your side. The supreme and you needed to do one more thing tonight, a council meeting at another coven before being able to enjoy the weekend together. The two of you had talked about going on a nice walk to a lake nearby, possibly even ice skating or for dinner one night. So far today, you both had breakfast together, Cordelia making you some pancakes, giggling together and speaking about anything and everything.

During lunch she worked in her office, giving you some time to adjust for the upcoming week, preparing your own classes for the witches and doing some housework around the academy. Eventually, the two of you reconnected over some coffee, sitting on the supreme‘s lap as she made you smile, booping your nose and holding you close as the world outside faded, snowflakes falling softly in the background and completing the scene. The blonde was mostly ready and so you decided to leave her for a moment, taking a quick shower before getting ready and dressed for the council meeting.

As soon as you stepped away from the kitchen table, entering the bathroom, your phone chimes and Cordelia brushes it off, focusing on her coffee and the warmth her favorite mug provided. But when it buzzed again and again, curiousity gets the better of her and she glances over your lockscreen, some notifications coming into view, your favorite photo of the supreme and you set as your background photo. She furrows her eyebrows when she sees it‘s from tumblr as she had no idea you used the app to begin with. Her eyes dart back to the stairs you ascended moments ago before putting your phone down and walking to the sink and washing her cup. Her eyes dart back to your phone and she can‘t help herself as she unlocks it, her face ID set on it as well as neither of you had secrets ever.

The supreme clicks on the app before seeing your account but when she swipes the notification her eyebrows raise in surprise, seeing a set of photos with a character of a show the two of you had watched a little while ago after you suggested it. By the time she reads the title and shortly after the warnings, she quickly connected the dots, realizing this was a work of fiction. But then her eyes dart back to the warnings and she gulps as she realizes just what you had been reading, realizing you are on the persons taglist for further updates on the story. Mommy kink, Enchanted Strap-On, Blow Job, Degradation, Breeding. Her eyes read over the words over and over again, in disbelief you are actually into these kinds of things. She can‘t help herself from exploring further, clicking on your profile and seeing how you had shared the specific storie‘s other chapters with hashtags that she couldn‘t quite believe.

The two of you had been keeping things casual, you having been at the academy for years and there always having been a spark between you both but the blonde struggling to accept her feelings after her past but eventually doing so and the two of you having been together for months. Of course you had been intimate but things had been mostly vanilla so far, neither of you quite sure what the other one liked yet but Cordelia had no idea you were into these specific things. With a swift motion she closes the app and locks your phone, going on her own and googling the specific story so she could read it later on tonight and do some of her own research. If this was what you were into- she was going to make sure you could experience it, the supreme enjoying those things a little more than she had led you to believe and wanting to take things slow with you.

By the time you make it back downstairs, you see the supreme waiting with her keys and you join her, your girlfriend opening the car door for you and treating you like her little princess as always. „You look great“ she whispers before kissing your cheek and beginning to head to the nearby academy. But there was something different about her tonight and you could tell. The way her fingers tapped against the steering wheel, the way she hummed along to the songs and how she seemed a million miles away. Even during the council meeting you could tell she wasn‘t truly herself and you couldn‘t help yourself once you both got a break, finding her before checking in. „You okay Delia?“ you ask before she nods reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

But even that night she seemed preoccupied and you couldn‘t quite place what was bothering her until the next day. It started innocently enough, the two of you enjoying breakfast together before the blonde disappeared into the greenhouse for a while. About an hour later, she finds you in the living room, the fireplace keeping you warm as you are snuggled in a blanket, skipping through the tv and eventually settling on a programme. She sits down beside you before opening her arms and you settle into her before a sense of quiet washes over you, happy to have the supreme in your arms and the weekend to yourselves. Her fingers trail down your back before she glances at you, watching your eyes focused on the TV.

„You know“ she begins, catching your attention as you glance at her. „That show you made us watch a while ago?“ she asks casually as you glance back at the TV. „Hmm which one?“ you ask, remembering quiet a few the two of you had watched recently. „You know the one with the witches?“ she asks and you nod before smiling „Agatha all along?“ and she nods „That‘s the one“. There is silence for a little bit as you both glance back to the television before you snap out of it. „What about it Dee?“ you ask as you miss the slight smirk curling on her lips. „You really liked that woman didn‘t you? Agatha?“ she asks and you nod, not quite understanding the little game she is playing yet. „Yeah she‘s cool“ you brush her off casually before she carries on, not nearly done with you yet.

„Because it turns out“ she carries on as her hand travels from your back a little lower. „I stumbled upon your tumblr profile a few days ago and sweetheart- I did not expect that“ she laughs a little as your eyes snap open and head turns towards her in an instant. „You um.. what?“ you ask a little dumbfounded as you suddenly remember every single one of your posts and how much you had been thirsting over your favorite celebrities and shows on there. „How did you find it?“ you ask before she tuts a little „Well sweetie, it doesn‘t help if you use the same username for every single social media platform“ she chuckles and you gulp, knowing she was right about that one for sure. „But what made you think of tumblr specifically?“ you ask, trying to take the attention away from what she probably saw a little.

„Well remember when you were in the shower yesterday? your phone kept buzzing and I thought it may be important but it turns out it was just some Agatha story“ she explains, so casually and composed it causes your heart to beat ten times faster than before. There is silence again as you bite the inside of your lip, your cheeks burning red at this point. „I had no idea you enjoyed little stories like that and I gotta say that one was… suprising“ she teases as your eyes widen further. „You mean.. you read it?“ you ask, unsure whether this may be a fever dream after all. „I did and I especially enjoyed your little hashtag reviews. What was it again?“ she asks, causing your whole body to tremble under her intense gaze and her words. „Please Mommy? I need this?“ she recalls your words and you avoid her gaze, feeling utterly embarrassed about the whole thing but your legs squeezing together nevertheless at her suggestive tone.

„Oh don‘t be embarassed darling, I had no idea you were into those things“ she coos as her hand meets your chin, fingers gently tilting you back towards her gaze. „You know the good thing is.. I‘m the supreme after all so an enchanted strap is no big deal if that‘s what you want sweet girl“ she explains casually and your eyes widen yet again, mouth hanging slightly open at her words. You knew Cordelia was more experienced than you, knowing she was into kinky stuff as well as she would undeniably always be on top but you could tell she was often holding back that side of her and with how new things had been between you and how slow you had been taking it, it didn‘t bother you at all. But hearing her words you feel both in disbelief but at the same time more turned than you ever had been before.

Both of your eyes lock as your own dart between her eyes and lips, feeling a deep hunger and desire taking over, wanting nothing more than to experience those things with her. In a brave attempt you move closer, capturing her lips in your own and the supreme isn‘t holding back, her hand moving to the back of your head and pulling you in further, tongue swiping over your bottom lip making you moan in response before entering your mouth and exploring you. „Delia please“ you whine after a minute of intense kissing before she smirks into the kiss. „If you want all of those things sweetie, I‘m gonna need you to say it“ she explains and you fake pout as you look at her with big doe eyes. „Please Delia?“ you whine but she shakes her head with a chuckle. „Adress me properly darling“ she instructs and your eyebrows furrow, too taken back by your own desire and how the afternoon had turned out to think straight, not that you ever were.

„Please Ms Supreme?“ you try in a desperate attempt, lunging forward again and hands finding her collar, pulling slightly, remembering she enjoyed when you called her that once. „Nuh uh“ she tuts and you look at her when you realize what she wants. „I can‘t“ you whisper, suddenly feeling utterly shy and embarrassed. „Come on darling, I know this is what you want“ she whispers as she reaches your ear, nibbling on it gently. In a swift motion, she lays you down, the supreme climbing on top of you as she begins kissing your neck, leaving marks that you were sure would stay for weeks to come. Her mouth explores your body, almost like she usually would, but there was a newfound hunger and desire and it drove you insane as your moans filled the quiet living room.

She didn‘t waste much time, with a flick of her wrist ridding you of your entire clothing, a pile appearing on the floor beside you while she remains fully dressed on top of you. Her eyes dart to your trembling hands, taking one of them and squeezing as she begins kissing down your chest, finding your hardened nipples and taking one into her mouth, swirling her tongue and keeping eye contact with you, as you try hard to keep your own eyes open, feeling like you might explode any second from this alone. Before things get any more heated and before she goes near where you need her, she stands abruptly, causing your eyes to rip open as she begins undressing herself, slow and gentle and so Cordelia. Before you can speak, she flicks her wrist again, the strap tugged on her waist, causing you to gasp as you see the dildo and how undeniably hot your girlfriend looks like that.

„All you need to do is say the words“ she teases with a smirk and you fight through the trembling of your voice, the burned cheeks as you compose yourself, quickly sitting before glancing at her. In a swift motion you get on your knees, looking up at her before whispering „May I please, mommy?“ she smiles widely before nodding „Good girl“ the blonde praises before you put your hands around her, seeing the little sparkles of the incarnation and knowing it means she would feel everything you are about to do. You begin slow and almost teasingly, seeing how her chest heaves and her breathing hitches and while she forces her eyes closed, you take your chance before taking her into your mouth. Just the tip at first, never having done this before and only so far have read about it in fanfiction. „Oh god“ she cries out as you keep pushing her further into your mouth, supressing the need to gag and not taking her fully as she chose a rather large toy after all.

Her pupils blow as her hands fist your hair, gently guiding you back and forth, feeling every sensation of your mouth and tongue and internally grateful she decided to snoop through your phone the day before. In a swift motion she pulls you up gently, taking you into her arms before laying you back down on the large sofa. As she lays you down, she balances on her knees, the two of you suddenly feeling the urge and need to experience this together, not caring about anymore foreplay or the usual stuff. „Are you sure you want..“ she begins but you nod frantically „Yes mommy please“ you supress the need to scream in desperation as your desperate eyes find hers. „Okay okay“ she chuckles before carefully aligning herself with your wet core.

The second she slides her cock inside you you moan, the sensation unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had tried a toy on yourself before but this felt so much more like what you assume to be the real thing, seeing how she slowly sinks into you, her nipples hard, chest heaving and mouth agape as she bites her lips, suppressing the need to scream herself as she never anticipated this to feel that good. The supreme can feel how tight you are, your walls practically swallowing her hardened dick as she slowly begins moving her hips in synch with yours, hands frantically searching yours as the feeling almost takes her breath away. „Mommy“ you whisper as you throw your head to the side in pleasure, gripping her thighs, your nails leaving marks as you dig into the skin. But your girlfriend couldn‘t care less, the feeling of having you like this, feeling like she may be high.

The two of you quickly get addicted to the feeling and you couldn‘t deny how much it turned you on to have her on top of you, inside you and filling you up so well, praises falling from her lips as her hands explore your body and lips find yours hungrily. She changes positions after a while, the two of you desperate to try this together and eventually she has you wrapped around her body, legs around her as she carries you upstairs, the sofa suddenly too small for this. The blonde takes you to bed, the door slamming shut as she presses you against it, still inside you as tears stream down your cheeks from the pleasure, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. „Delia please“ you whine as she lays you down and before you know it you are on your stomach, the supreme behind you as she begins pounding into you from behind.

The only sound in the quiet bedroom and academy is the sound of skin slapping, Cordelia on her knees again as she pounds into you, no sign of any vanilla as this was so much more intense and intimate, her magic bounding you two as you can both feel each other‘s magic flowing through your veins. And considering she was the supreme, it only made the feeling stronger and the pure bliss streaming through your body. „Mommy please I‘m gonna“ you breathe but she stops you as her hand travels to your throat „Just a little longer darling, you are doing so well“ she praises and you nod as you force yourself to hold it in, the sensation driving you crazy. It doesn‘t take long before you are on your back again, the supreme now laying on top of you as your hips move in synch, lips hungrily finding each other and hearts beating in synch against each other‘s chests.

„You are so tight, god- you feel so good sweetie“ she whispers and you can‘t help the loud moan that follows when she speeds her movements. „Cordelia.. mommy please“ you cry, tears still flowing down your cheeks from the pure bliss of it all. Her hand finds your cheek, wiping them gently before she hungrily explores your mouth again. Despite your entire body about to give out, you begin arching your back, moving your hips into her and the new slight angle causes the older woman to moan as she feels her own orgasm approaching. „Please mommy cum for me- I want you to fill me up please“ you cry and her eyes close at hearing your words, using the last bit of her strength to go even deeper and faster and before you both know it, you feel her juices coating your walls, your cum dripping down her dick as your orgasms wash over you. „Oh sweetheart“ she pants as a gutteral scream escapes you.

Your girlfriend swallows the rest of your moans with her mouth, sweaty foreheads touching as your mouths are open, kissing and gasping for air all at the same time. Neither of you manage to move, hips still slowly moving as neither of you want this feeling to stop, the smell of honey and your mixed cums in the air and your ragged breathing echoing in the room. The sensation is beyond anything you had ever felt before, every single muscle in your body relaxing after tensing so much before, your heart tingling with love for your girlfriend.

There is silence for a while, the only sound in the room your ragged breathing mixing together and by the time you open your eyes, you see the blonde beautiful angel, her hair sprawled across your chest. Her eyes are closed as her fingers ghost over your skin and there is a faint smile on her lips. „Delia..“ you whisper and her eyes find yours as your eyes lock. „That was..“ you begin but she swallows your words by kissing you before whispering „I know sweet girl“. The blonde moves slightly and thats when the familiar tension returns to your core as you feel her moving inside you as she still hadn‘t pulled out of you, neither of you wanting the feeling to end.

And as your eyes meet again, the desire returns and she moves back gently before you take over, laying her down and climbing on top of her before you allign her by now hardened enchanged strap with your entrance again. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she watches you sink into her fully, a sigh of bliss escaping her as she watches you bounce on her, up and down, tits bouncing and eyes closing as you grip her hands. She holds you tightly in place, moving her hips to reach into you even deeper. „You‘re so hot Y/N“ she whispers as the two of you are about to reach your orgasm together again.

„I‘m so glad. - I accidentally read that“ the supreme pants underneath you and you smirk before whispering „Accidentally huh?“ and the two of you giggle for a moment before you turn your focus back on how you feel inside each other. And if one thing was for sure, there was not gonna be any vanilla sex anytime soon, not with how good Cordelia made you feel tonight and how this side of you turned your girlfriend even crazier for you.