#i wanna hear his cranky grumbling when i kiss all over his face

[strawberrynull]

please can you write niki with a noona gf !! and he tries his hardest to impress her and let her see him as a big boy now ^.^

fluff or suggestive, i dont mind ❤️❤️ thankss

──౨ৎ ˙ 💋 ̟ noona!

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: bf!niki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, angst

──Synopsis: Poor Niki despises being treated like a baby by his girlfriend who is only slightly older than him. He decides to try to prove to her that hes not a baby

──Warnings: cursing, established relationship, kissing, making out, skinship, hickeys

──A/N: guys im working on making a taglist so if u wanna be added pls message me or comment or sum so ik to add you

"Hi baby. How was your day?" you ask your boyfriend, reaching up to cup his cheeks as you kiss his forehead. Niki's smile faded slightly upon hearing your name for him. Truthfully, calling him baby made him feel like a baby. Babe was fine but calling him baby just seemed to upset him. Sometimes you would take it a step further just to make him more upset by calling him 'baby boy' which was so much worse.

"It was uh... fine I guess." He shrugged, clenching his teeth slightly when you ran your fingers through his dark hair. You were already treating him like a fragile being as soon as he had gotten home. This severely pissed him off. Not to the extent that he would get mad at you though. He had never yelled at you or anything like that. Usually when he was mad he would just walk away and sulk.

"You seem a little out of it. Did something happen?" you asked genuinely, sticking your bottom lip out to form a small pout.

"Just tired." Niki mummbled briefly, not stopping to look at you. He slipped out of your embrace and made his way to sit on the couch. You followed him to the living room of your shared apartment. His expression and demeanor told you to fuck off but sometimes you didn't know when to stop. You took a seat next to him so you could continue to run your fingers through his dark locks. He groaned in annoyance, jerking his head away from you.

"Yah, why are you so cranky? Got a stick up your ass or sum'?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest with a scowl.

Niki really did like when you played with his hair. Though, right now he had to resist it. He had to get you to realize he didn't want to be treated like a little baby. He wanted to be treated like an adult. He wanted you to think of him as your super hot boyfriend instead of your baby boy. It was no easy task trying to look all tough in front of you when you were so sweet to Niki.

In a sudden swift move, Niki stood from the couch and turned to go to his room. You reached a hand out to attempt to stop him but it was pointless. He had already made up his mind to leave. There was no stopping him once his mind was made.

"Yah! Where do you think you're going?" you yelled to him, hoping he would stop and come back. Though you knew he wouldn't.

Your boyfriend stopped with a heavy sigh. He turned around to face you. "I don't want to be treated like a baby by you."

"But Ki, you're myyyyyy baby~" you coo, clearly not making the situation any better as Niki shuts the door to his bedroom. You hear a small click and you know he's locked the door too. You throw your head back in frustration eliciting a long sigh.

After a while you start to worry that your boyfriend is genuinely mad. 20 had passed by and he has yet to leave his room. Neither have you heard any noise from his room. You grumble as you push yourself off the couch and trudge over to his bedroom door. Knocking softly, you press an ear to the door. When you hear nothing on the other side, you decide to knock again. This time you hear shuffling which you assume is Niki getting up from his bed. But instead of him opening the door, you hear his gaming chair squeak.

"Come on. You know I don't actually think you're a baby, Riki." You groan, sitting down against his door. You cross your arms over your chest. "Please come back out."

Nothing but silence is heard from his room. You know damn well that he's not actually playing games and ignoring you. When he's mad, he'll pretend to be busy but he'll really just sit there trying to resist coming out of his room to kiss you.

"Say that you won't treat me like a baby anymore." you can tell by the sound of his voice that he's pouting. It makes you giggle.

"Is that all its going to take to get you to come out of your room?"

"You have to promise!" He yells back. You begin to feel bad. You can tell that he's serious that he doesn't want to be treated like a baby. He's so cute and pretty though that sometimes you can't help it. Sometimes you have to give things up for the greater good. And in this case, your boyfriend wasn't coming back out unless you gave up the baby-talk and pampering.

"Alright, Niki, I promise. I'll stop treating you like a baby." Upon hearing your promise, the door opens slightly. You look up to see your pretty boyfriend. He looks down at your sitting figure with a slight pout. Still so cute.

"Hi pretty boy." You stand from your spot on the floor. Niki opens the door wider and stands to the side, signaling for you to come in. You do just that. You step into his room which was dark from the lights being off and the windows being covered by the curtains.

Once you're fully inside the room, the door shuts behind you. Niki's hands find their way to your hips and he pushes you until your back hits the door. Heat rises to your cheeks when you realize why he's acting this way. He really does want to be treated like an adult.

He brought a hand up to cup your cheek before crashing his lips onto yours. You give a muffled gasp at his sudden action. Your hands quickly found the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Your lips seemed to mold together perfectly as if the two of you were made for each other. It may seem like he's being unnecessarily rough in him movements but his kisses are gentle as his thumb rubs circles on your cheek. Your heart flutters at the softness of his touch. You know that he could never bring himself to be rough with you.

Though, he still didn't seem satisfied. The hand that was once on your waist had snaked to the small of your back. He pulled you toward him until your bodies were flush against each other. His lips moved down to kiss your neck, setting warmth to every part of your skin he touches. Your fingers played with his hair while he bit the soft skin of your neck then soothed the mark with his tongue. Unbeknownst to you, he was melting under your touch even more than you, feeling you play with his hair. Of course he was whipped for you. He continued to leave marks on your neck and shoulders until he was satisfied with his work. He pulled away to look at you like you were like his own personal canvas.

"Ki, I-"

"I told you not to treat me like a baby." He deadpanned with a cold harsh glare as his fingers held your chin. His face moved close to yours, his lips hovering next to your ear. His voice caused a chill to run down your spine. "I'm not going to let that happen again, yeah?"

His fingers slid down to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently. You gasped slightly at his change in attitude. He had never once acted this way. Every new action was a surprise to you. His lips found themselves back on yours like a magnet. The pressure on your throat made your head spin. Niki could tell he was getting the reaction he wanted. It made his mind fuzzy seeing you like this.

Niki removed his lips from yours which were now swollen and red. He released his grip on your throat and brought a finger up to swipe your bottom lip. He chucked watching you gasp for air.

"Am I still a baby to you?" he asked, causing you to shake your head frantically. As cute as he was, you had to admit, he was so ungodly hot too. And, god, was that hot. "Good." Niki turned and walked away from you, leaving you confused.

"Niki, what was that-"

"Go away, I'm embarrassed." he whined, plopping onto the bed and throwing a blanket over himself and hiding his face. You burst out in a fit of laughter. He really was too adorable. "Shut up!" He sat up wielding a pillow which he threw full force at you, sending you landing on your ass. You sat on the floor laughing at how cute your boyfriend was.

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[iguessigotta]

Idk any actual lore aside from what I've picked up in other fics but listen. I need to write something about Ramattra have you seen the man???

Ramattra x male reader (not specifically trans but that's implied in all my fics 💜)

You started worming your way into his life the moment you first cracked some dark joke about the state of humanity

He was initially curious - what would make a human turn on their own kind?

And, even more confusing, why were you still so kind to those around you - human and omnic alike?

It started as pure curiosity. A simple need to understand.

He started to....linger...near you at times, you could feel him watching you occasionally (every time you turned to catch him staring you'd find him focused on something else way in the distance)

It took more effort than he'd like to admit to stop his amused chuckle at the suspicious squint you'd always send his way

something something now you're dating so bonus thots™️ under the cut

SFW

Ramattra sometimes gives you his version of piggy back rides

It's really just you standing on his hips, arms draped around his neck for balance, watching over his shoulder as he goes about his day

He'll let you hang out there as long as you want tbh he likes being close to you

It's very silly to see but if Ramattra catches anyone laughing...... 😬😬

🔞NSFW🔞

Sometimes, Ramattra is amazed that you, a frail human, would put so much trust into him. That you'd feel safe with him in your most vulnerable moments. He was an Omnic built for war, not-

The thought makes him weak when he's knuckle-deep in you

Though you writhe and pant under him, gripping the sheets until your own knuckles turn white, strangled cries escaping your open mouth while you teeter on the edge of release

Though you haven't even touched him yet

Somehow, Ramattra is just as much of a mess as you are

He feels as though he's trembling, terrified of hurting you (part of him still scoffing at his own concern for a human)

He's so focused on your reactions he swears he can feel your heart beating in his own chest

If you were able to hear anything over your own sounds, you'd notice the once-soft whirring of fans within Ramattra's body has gotten much louder, vents opening on his back to release hot air

He's desperate, touching you as though he'll find his own release through yours

You reach up, intent on dragging his face down to you, but Ramattra beats you to it, burying himself in the crook of your neck

When you finally do tip over the edge - back arching high off the bed as your head flies back with a startled cry - the deep groan that rumbles in your ear and against your chest makes you think he might actually have come undone just from touching you

The thought sends you over the edge a second time, legs locked and trembling around his arm

[alejandroseyepatch]

little ! heather / cg ! alejandro but alejandro stressed, so he needs to regress today basically heather's first time caregiving

Regressor! Alejandro w/ Caregiver! Heather

(I think I understood this request correctly. Please let me know if I didn’t!!)

Heather could tell something was wrong with Alejandro, even though she was currently regressed. He was really quiet and fidgety, which was definitely not like him.

Heather took a small break from coloring and looked over at Alejandro, who seemed to be zoned out. She gently tapped him on his knee.

“Hm?” Alejandro hummed, looking at Heather. “Are you okay?” She questioned. It was clear to Alejandro that Heather was starting to go back into her normal mindset.

“I’m fine, Heather. Don’t worry about me, just go back to coloring.” Alejandro told her, forcing a small smile. “I don’t really want to anymore. I think I’m done with regressing for today.” Heather said, sitting on the couch beside of Alejandro.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” She asked. “Mm..mhm..” Alejandro hummed shakily, though Heather didn’t believe him for a second.

“You know you can tell me if something’s bothering you, right? I’m here to listen.” Heather said as she held Alejandro’s hand.

“Don’ wanna..” Alejandro muttered. That was all Heather needed to hear to know that Alejandro was beginning to regress.

Heather knew that Alejandro also regressed, but she had never seen him do it. He was too nervous to do it around her, even though Heather regresses too. He must’ve been pretty stressed out if he regressed out of nowhere.

“Hey, do you need to be little today?” Alejandro shook his head while staring at the ground. “Alejandro, it’s fine if you do. I can take care of you, if you need me to.” Heather offered.

“Not ‘posed t’ be little..” Alejandro grumbled. “Baby, it’s alright. You know I won’t judge you for it. Not at all.” Heather told him, though Alejandro kept staring at the ground in shame.

“How about we go lay in bed? You seem tired and cranky.” Heather suggested. “‘Kay..” Alejandro responded quietly.

Heather continued to hold his hand, leading him to the bedroom. When they got to the room, Heather looked at Alejandro.

“Do you need anything, honey?” Alejandro nodded. “Yeah? Can you tell me so I can go get it?” Heather asked. “Mmm..wan’ paci..an’ Rory..” Alejandro whispered, his voice a bit whiny.

“Okay, I can get that for you. But can you tell me who Rory is first?” Alejandro whined, before speaking. “Lion..” He fussed, making it clear that he definitely needed a nap. Poor boy seemed so sleepy.

“Baby, relax. It’s alright.” Heather spoke softly. “Go lay down and I’ll bring you your paci and Rory.” Alejandro whined some more, but did as he was told.

Heather was quick to return with the items he asked for, giving them to him before laying beside of him.

“Thank you..” Alejandro murmured from behind his paci. “You’re welcome, darling. Do you think you might need to take a nap?” Alejandro nodded, clinging onto Heather’s arm.

“I sleepy..” He whispered, looking at her with teary eyes. “Go to sleep then. I’ll be right here the whole time.” Heather replied. Alejandro mumbled some nonsense, before hiding his face in Heather’s arm.

Heather smiled and gave Alejandro a small kiss on the top of his head. She didn’t mind taking care of him, even if he was a bit grumpy today. Heather knew he was just tired and needed some rest. But, she did hope that Alejandro would regress around her more often. Heather would really love to help him out with it all. No matter what.

[agereninjas]

Kai is sick and clingy and cranky as can be so Cole tries to comefort him

(Okay finally worked the asks tumblr was being weird)

ANYWAYS

Normally, it wasn't a big deal when Kai was sick, he knew that. But sick and just barely teetering in and out of regression? That could be a problem.

So, there he was, lying in bed, holding a red panda plushie close to his chest as he tried to ignore the growing pain in his stomach. He wanted his papa bear, but he also didn't want to get out of bed and bother Cole too. "Mhm...papa..." He quietly whispered, curling into a tiny ball. It had been forever since he'd been out of his room, so maybe everyone would think that Kai wanted to be left alone, and while that wasn't exactly the case, it was better than being a little nuisance to everyone.

Meanwhile, Cole was wondering where in the world Kai was. It was movie night, and more importantly, it was Kai's turn to choose. As he grew increasingly worried by the second, he stood up and made a beeline to Kai's room.

"Cole, where are you going?" Zane asked, tilting his head confusedly. "I'm gonna see if Kai's still up for movie night. I'll be back in a few." He responded as he walked out of the room. He headed over to Kai's bedroom, knocking on the door three times before cracking the door open.

"Kai? Are you okay?" He asked, then almost cried as he saw Kai look up at him from the bed, tears in his eyes and his face looking too feverish. Kai seemed to break like glass at that moment, starting to cry as his lip quivered. Cole rushed over, putting Kai in his arms. He took note of the red panda plushie that Kai held. "Papa...papa..." Kai repeated, melting into Cole. Cole put the back of his hand up to Kai's forehead; Kai ran hot normally, but this was just too much.

"Oh, you poor thing, you're burning up like an oven." Cole cooed, picking Kai up with ease. Kai eagerly softened in Cole's arms, he knew he was hurting but Papa would make everything better again.

He drifted in and out of consciousness as Cole carried him somewhere, eventually fully waking up in the infirmary bed, Cole sitting on the cot he was lying in. Kai could faintly remember a few things like his temperature being taken and him being fed medicine. Kai's head was on Cole's lap, which made a small smile form on his face. "Hey, little cub. Are you feeling better at all?" Cole asked, running his coarse yet gentle hand through Kai's hair.

"Mhm...m' tummy isn' hurting." Kai murmured, burying himself further into his blanket. He felt so cold yet also hot, it was confusing his already muddled brain. He felt Cole plant a soft kiss on the top of his head, earning a little giggle.

"That's good to hear, sweetie. You know, you aren't a burden to me or anyone for that matter. Tell me or the others when you're sick next time so you don't feel so bad, okay?"

Kai frowned as he heard Cole say those words in his gentle tone. Kai nodded nonetheless. "Bu-but I'll be a problem...I don' wanna be a problem." He said, sniffling. Cole instantly cooed and pulled Kai as close as he could, setting the tiny blanket lump in his lap.

"Baby, you are never a problem. Never." Cole paused, lightly bouncing Kai. He put another kiss to the side of Kai's head. "Do you want me to stay with you? Or would you rather be alone?" He kindly asked.

When Kai processed his words, he grumbled and clung onto Cole as tight as he could(But in his sick and regressed state, he could barely hold onto him tightly). "You're gonna stay with me forever...never leavin'..." He mumbled, his words slurred together but still genuine and almost melting Cole's heart.

"Okay then, Kai, I'll stay." Cole softly responded, giving Kai one last kiss on his face before laying him down, tucking him in, and protectively yet delicately watching over him.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Snowball Fight

Ninja and Puppy’s First Christmas

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~1.5k

Summary: You and Ransom enjoy a fresh snowfall

Warnings: explicit language, fluff, implied smut, soft!Ransom, idiots in love, 18+ because of the AU

A/N: The cuteness is unbearable you guys!!!

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“Baby, wake up.” Ransom grinned when you growled at him before rolling over and burying your face in the pillow, nibbling on your ear until he heard you let out a low curse as he curled his body around yours. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

“What time is it?” You opened your eyes reluctantly and reached for your phone, scowling when you got a look at the clock and whining when he just kept kissing over your neck and jaw and made it very hard for you to fall back into the deep sleep you had been enjoying. “Seven AM? If you woke me up this early just to show me your dick, I’m gonna be pissed.”

“I mean, my dick is always worth seeing, that’s not why I woke you up though.” He flipped you onto your back and hummed softly when he pressed his lips over yours, nuzzling your nose with his while you kept grumbling with annoyance. “It snowed last night.”

“It’s Massachusetts in winter, that’s what it does.” You sighed when he wrapped his arms around you and nipped at your throat, your legs winding around his hips instinctively as he kept bringing you closer to full consciousness.

“I know, but it’s beautiful, and I thought maybe you’d want to take the furry idiots out for a walk with me.” He sat up slowly and pulled you with him, cooing into your ear when you groaned and stayed tightly wrapped around him as he walked towards the closet. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you have some caffeine first. You’re such a grinch in the morning.”

“Ugh fine.” You let him set you on the dresser and press a kiss to your forehead before he moved to grab you some clothes, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you fought a smile while you watched the dog bounce around after hearing Ransom say walk. “You’re lucky you’re all so damn adorable or I wouldn’t put up with this shit on a weekend.”

Turns out, the cat was not a fan of the snow, taking three steps out the front door then turning around and screaming at you before running back inside as the dog tried to coax her out to play. She refused to move, though, crawling into the tightest corner of her cat tree and grumbling at you when you peeked in at her to maybe put her in the chest carrier.

So it was just you and the dog and the boy toy walking through the fresh fallen snow, Ransom’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist as the two of you huddled together for warmth while the dog pranced around happily. Even though you had been cranky when you woke up, you were in a good mood now, smiling when Ransom pressed his lips to your temple as you strolled slowly through the woods. You didn’t feel the need to talk at all, your breath mingling in a warm fog in the air as the two of you just enjoyed each other’s company and the calm silence of the fresh snow.

It was surprising that neither of you were feeling the chill much but the time you had looped back to the house an hour later, but you were so wrapped up and lost in each other, you couldn’t feel anything except warm. Ransom beamed at you when you stopped under the large maple tree, rubbing his chilled nose over yours and holding you close to his chest as he breathed deeply.

“What d’you say we light a fire and drink some eggnog?” Ransom squeezed you a little tighter and pecked at your lips when you hummed softly into his mouth. “We’ve got that special bourbon Ari got us, wanna snuggle you some.”

“You are the sappiest of all the saps.” You grinned when he pressed his lips to your forehead. “Fine softie, let’s find the dog and then cuddle as much as you want. Fionn!”

You separated reluctantly and started calling for your dopey golden as you wandered around the yard, keeping an eye on each other and for the furry dumbass. But you couldn’t stop watching Ransom, he looked so good with his bright eyes and his cheeks and nose flushed red from the cold air. And when he got all cute and domestic like this, you just wanted to wreck the man. You were so in love with him, it was stupid.

He took his eyes off you for a second, and you couldn’t help it. Ransom shouted when the snowball collided with the back of his head, whipping around and glaring at you while you just gave him an innocent shrug.

“Don’t you start something you can’t finish.” He shook his head when you bent to scoop up more snow, edging away from you slowly while you grinned wickedly at him. “I’m not gonna go easy on you.”

“Good.” You packed the snow together as Ransom moved to grab his own snowball. “I’ll still kick your ass.”

You hit him square in the chest before he even finished packing, running away from him with a laugh and dodging his attempt to hit you as he let out a curse. Somehow he always forgot how quick you were, lobbing snowball after snowball at you and only hitting you a few times while you just kept pelting him over and over.

“Goddamn it.” He huffed when you hit him in the shoulder again, growling when his next shot just glanced off your side and you nailed him in the stomach. “How are you always so good at this shit?””

“You always forget about my sporty days.” You hit him again and yelped when he managed to get you in the hip. “Softball.”

“That’s right, you were such a cute little jock, ow!” He scowled at you when you nailed him in the side of the head, trying and failing to hit you in the back when you ran away from him. “Shortstop, right?”

“That’s right, ha!” You laughed when you caught him in the chest again, the snow spraying him in the face and making him wince. “Didn’t you play baseball? You suck at this.”

“I don’t… damn it!” You hit him again and he huffed with frustration. “That’s it!”

He grumbled to himself as he packed an extra large snowball, managing to dodge the few you heaved at him with a triumphant smirk. The dog finally trotting back into the yard distracted you enough to give him the opportunity to get you good, hitting you square in the face and letting out a victorious whoop. At least until you clutched your nose and bent over in pain.

“Ow, fuck!” Your cry had Ransom rushing towards you in a panic, concern written all over his face.

“Baby, shit!” He reached out and gripped your shoulders when he reached you, pulling you close when you just let out a small whimper of pain and cursing himself. “I’m so sorry, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You pulled your hand away from your face and grinned at him. “I’m great.”

He didn’t have a chance to ask what happened before you were pulling a snowball from behind your back and shoving it down the front of his pants with glee, cackling when you dodged out of his grip and ran away from him.

“You bitch! It’s in my underwear!” He sprinted after you and tried to fight the almost painful cold that was spreading through his crotch, trying to act mad but you were so damn cute when you got all playful like this, he couldn’t really. “Get back here!”

It was only a minute or so before he caught you, picking you up and throwing you into a snowbank as you let out a delighted shriek. He only had a moment to enjoy his victory though, the dog bounding up to him and ignoring his admonishments to pounce on him and drive him into the same snow drift as he wagged his tail happily and you laughed at him.

“Ok, let’s get inside and dry off.” You helped him out of the snow bank and giggled when he shook snow all over you. “Told you I’d kick your ass.”

“That was mostly the dog.” Ransom grinned at you as he followed you inside, letting the dog into the mud room then helping you start to pull off your layers with a kiss to the forehead.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.” You turned around and hummed when he wound his arms around you and dragged off your coat. “Don’t get any ideas, I’m freezing.”

“Yeah, I’m freezing too.” He bit your ear until you shoved him off with a grin. “Know part of you that’s gonna be nice and warm and wet, though.”

“No, Hugh, no!!” You finally got down to your long underwear and ran away from him with a laugh as he growled and barked playfully at you. “Keep your popsicle dick away from my vagina!”

[asciendo]

I Have Something to Tell You

Zuko has just started his reign as the new Fire Lord and everything seems to be falling into place. 

That is until Y/N finds out she’s expecting and doesn’t know how to tell Zuko, afraid she’ll ruin the perfect bubble they’ve been living in. 

It’s been five months since the end of the war and since Zuko became Fire Lord. Life was good, the four nations were in harmony under the protection of Aang and you and Zuko were stronger than ever.

Your family was welcomed back in to the Fire Nation so you had your home back, but you spent most of your time with Zuko at the palace.

There were so many close calls during your time with Team Avatar, which made you, and Zuko appreciate and value your relationship even more. Zuko would include you in his important meetings and valued your opinion, you were there for him when he’d question his capabilities to run the Fire Nation, he’d constantly visit your family and you’d wake up to each other every morning.

Everything was going smoothly until the day you found out you were expecting. You weren’t certain at first, you were late and felt sick in the mornings. Zuko was concerned, thinking it was something you ate so sent a doctor to your bed the third consecutive day you were throwing up. When the doctor told you that you were pregnant, you couldn’t talk or move for a good hour. When Zuko came back and saw your shocked state, he rushed to your side immediately. You told him it was food poisoning and had to be kept in bed the rest of the week. He placed a kiss on your forehead then went back to work.

After your week of “food poisoning” was over, you started to think of how to tell Zuko that he was going to be a father. You weren’t sure how he was going to react, as you knew he was still getting used to ruling over a whole nation. You hated keeping secrets from him but you wanted to wait till you were even used to the idea of being a mother. The situation made you distant from Zuko and he was starting to get frustrated with your cold demeanor.

“Hey, do you want to go for a walk after the state dinner tonight?” Zuko asked hopefully one afternoon. It was week two of your cold demeanor towards him and everyday was more stressful than the one before. “No.” you stated as you read by the window in Zuko’s bedroom.

“Figures.” He rolled his eyes as he turned away from you. “What?!” you snapped back, you didn’t know what it was, the hormones maybe, but other than distancing yourself from Zuko, you also found yourself snapping at him more often.

“Nothing.” He said through gritted teeth as he began to leave the room. “No, Zuko, say it!” you slammed your book shut and sat up from your lounging position.

“Nothing! I’m just not surprised with your attitude anymore!” he turned to face you and you could see the frustration in his face.

“Attitude?! Just because I don’t wanna go on walk doesn’t mean I have an attiude, Zuko!”

“It’s not that! You’ve been so—so—“

“So what?” you raised an eyebrow waiting for him to finish his sentence. “CRANKY!”

“Well if I’m so cranky then why would we even go on a walk together, then?” you were standing up now with your hands on your hips.

“Forget it!” Zuko huffed and left the room.

“Agh!” you collapsed on the couch. You hated yourself for acting this way towards him. He didn’t do anything and he certainly did not deserve your attitude. The whole thing was so confusing for you and the truth was, you were scared. You and Zuko were only seventeen and you just won the war. Bringing a baby into the mix now is a whole different ball game that you weren’t sure that either of you were ready for.

That evening at the state dinner, you sulked on a couch in the corner of the courtyard.

“Hi.” Zuko sighed as he sat next to you. “Hi.” You said back but didn’t look at him.

“How are you?”

“I’m bored.” You laid your head on the wall. “I know. Me too.”

“I’m hungry.” You sighed and looked up at him and he huffed then stood up to get you some food.

You were getting impatient until you heard a voice coming from the crowd. “Move! I have to bring food to my cranky girlfriend!”

“Really, Zuko?” you rolled your eyes as he handed you the plate of food. “What’s wrong now?”

“Telling everyone I’m your cranky girlfriend isn’t exactly chivalrous.” You snapped.

“I can’t do anything right with you anymore!” he was whispering so no one else would hear but there was strain in his voice. “I’m gonna go.” you didn’t want to look at him then made your way out to the balcony.

You were so angry with yourself for being this way. This wasn’t you and it made you think about what kind of mother you would be if you couldn’t even comprehend the thought of having a child. Of course you wanted a family with Zuko, but you never expected it would be this soon.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned to see Katara. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed some air.” You smiled but you could tell she didn’t believe you. “How are you and Zuko?” she asked.

“Uhm, we’re okay? Why do you ask?” you nervously stared at your feet as she looked at you with a concerned expression.

“Y/N, come on it’s me. You can tell me, I won’t judge I promise.”

“I’m fine! Really, me and Zuko are okay.” She rolled her eyes as you continued to lie. “I heard him talking to Aang, alright?”

“What did he say?”

“He thinks you’re going to leave him.” Your eyes shot wide open, “WHAT?!”

“Yes! That’s why I wanted to ask you first!” Katara raised her arms in relief, as she knew you were finally going to open up to her.

“Oh no, this is all my fault.” Burying your face in your hands, Katara placed her arm around you.

“I’m so awful to him! He’s been nothing but amazing towards me and I was the biggest jerk!” your face was still buried in your hands as Katara watched you with concern.

“What’s going on?”

“Katara...it’s just...” there were tears forming in your eyes as Katara pulled you in for a hug. “It’s okay, I’m sure whatever it is—“

“Katara I’m pregnant.” She froze as soon as the words came out of your mouth. Katara stood there frozen and just staring at your face, then at your stomach. “I know, that’s how I reacted too.” You turned to face the open air as she continued to stare at you with her mouth wide open.

“OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS!” She suddenly pulled you into a tight hug.

“Katara it’s not that simple!” there were so many factors that would make having a baby complicated, how young you both were, Zuko just started his reign, and you not knowing the first thing about being a mother.

“Y/N, this is a good thing!” she squeezed your shoulders. “How? I mean...I don’t know how to feel about it yet...” you looked down.

“We’re only seventeen! Zuko just started his reign! I-I don’t know the first thing about being a mother!” you paced back and forth as Katara giggled.

“Why are you laughing?!”

“It’s just...Y/N you’re looking at all the bad things. Yes, we’re all still young but you both won’t have to do it alone. You have all of us! Can you imagine how loved your baby will be?” she smiled and you stopped pacing and looked at her. “Aang is going to flip! Sokka would spend every single day here if he could, and I know I would make the best godmother.” She winked and you laughed.

“But Zuko’s been so worried about how he is as the new Fire Lord...he has a so much on his mind and I’m so scared the baby will just add more stress for him...” you sighed and plopped down on one of the benches.

“He’s going to be happy no matter what. Zuko is going to be a great father and you’re going to be a great mother.” Katara sat next to you and put her arm around your shoulders. “I was so awful to him Katara...”

“It’s completely understandable, you were scared. Heck, I would probably be the same too! But you have to talk to him.”

“I know...thank you. It feels so good to finally tell someone!” you laughed in relief. You’ve been keeping this secret for so long it felt good to tell someone.

“Of course, I’ll always be here for you! But now you have to let Zuko be there for you too.” She smiled sweetly and you knew she was right. The both of you made your way back to the party laughing at the thought of Zuko changing diapers.

As soon as you entered, you spotted him in the middle of conversation with his generals. Your eyes locked on his and he quickly averted his gaze back to his own conversation.

“Good luck.” Katara smiled and left you with your thoughts.

The state dinner was over and you were making your way to Zuko’s bedroom. As you entered you leant by doorway and watched Zuko try to remove his ceremonial robes.

“Let me help you with that.” his body stiffened at the sound of your voice. “I’m fine.” He grumbled but continued to struggle. You sighed then walked over and helped him. “Zuko...I need to tell you something...” you fumbled with your fingers as you sat in front of him. Zuko stopped then sat down in front of you but he was avoiding looking in your direction. There was sadness in his eyes, which confused you at first, but then you remembered what Katara told you about how Zuko thought you were going to break up with him. “Zuko...I’m sorry.” You began and he didn’t react. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk to you these past few days...or weeks.” You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly. “Zuko can you please look at me?”

“Why should I? If you’re going to break up with me just do it.” he said bitterly. “Zuko, I’m not breaking up with you!” You grabbed his face with your palms and he was finally looking at you. His eyes were staring at you intently waiting for you to speak. “It’s just...” tears started to form in your eyes as you began to speak. “Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?” Zuko suddenly looked at you with so much concern that your heart melted knowing that no matter how awful you were to him, he was still the sweetest to you.

“No, no, it’s not that it’s...” you stood up and started pacing back and forth and Zuko watched you in confusion. “The reason why I’ve been such a jerk to you is because....I didn’t know how to tell you and I also didn’t fully, I still don’t actually...uhm...the information hasn’t really sunk in for me either, so whenever I thought about telling you, I still didn’t believe it myself so I didn’t tell you!” the whole thing was making you nervous so you started to ramble. Zuko stared at you with his eyebrow up and head tilted so you knew he was confused.

“W-wait I don’t get it. The reason why you were a jerk to me is because you did something I wouldn’t like?” he asked looking at you with a little bit of fear in his expression. “I didn’t do anything...well I kind of did by not telling you when I should have but I didn’t tell you because I still don’t sort of believe it myself?” Zuko’s expression was still a confused one you didn’t blame him. “So you’re hiding something from me?” you nodded and he huffed. “Is there someone else?” he looked down to the floor. “NO! God no, Zuko there is no one out there for me but you.” you quickly grabbed his face again.

“Then what is it?”

You sighed and turned to face him directly. “Okay, I’m going to tell you what it is now.” You said slowly as if convincing yourself that you were actually going to do it. Zuko stared at you with big eyes in anticipation of what you were going to say. When you still didn’t say it Zuko shot up from his seat and started making his way out the door.

“Zuko!”

“Y/N if you’re just going to keep me guessing the whole night you might as well not tell me!” he stopped by the door but was refusing to face you.

“Zuko...please!”

“If you don’t trust me—“

“ZUKO I’M PREGNANT!” the words finally came out of your mouth as you waited for Zuko to react. He stopped in his steps and slowly turned to look at you. His eyes were huge in shock and his mouth open.

The both of you stared at each other without saying anything until you finally broke the silence. “I know I should have told you! I was just so scared...I mean I don’t know how to be a mother. I’m so sorry for taking out my worries on you by being a jerk and I know how stressed you’ve been being the new Fire Lord and I didn’t want to worry you even more. I’m so so—“ before you could finish, Zuko’s lips were on yours and you fell into each other.

“Y-you’re not mad?” you looked up at him. “I’m mad because you didn’t tell me.” He looked at you with a serious expression and you looked away. “But not about our baby.” He pulled your face to kiss you once more. “Why would I be mad about the start of our family?” he looked deep into your eyes. “I-I don’t know, I guess I thought you’d be scared about it but I guess it was just me.” You buried your face in his chest again.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with this on your own. That must have been terrifying.” He whispered in your hair. “No, it’s my fault, I should have let you be there for me.” You smiled and he kissed you on the forehead. “We’re going to be a great family.” He said and at that moment, you couldn’t be happier.

The next day, the both of you decided to have the gang over for lunch to tell them the news. You told Zuko that Katara knew, he was a little upset at first that he wasn’t the first to know and you understood. You promised he’d be the first to know if anything ever happened with you again and he forgave you.

Zuko sat at the head of the table and you to his left. Uncle Iroh was seated to his right but you haven’t told him yet as well. Katara and Aang arrived first and Katara gave the both of you a knowing look. Sokka and Sukoi came next with Sokka telling everyone he had big news to share. Toph was last as usual saying she was busy throwing melons at strangers.

“Uhm, guys we have something to tell you.” Zuko smiled looking at you while squeezing your hand.

“Wait wait!” Sokka stood up and everyone stared at him. “I think we should start with the most important news first. Don’t we all agree? And I have an announcement!” Sokka started to prance around the table. You started to chuckle and Katara was glaring at him. “Yes, let Zuko talk!” she said with annoyance.

“But I don’t think whatever hot head over there is going to say is more exciting than mine!” Sokka glared back at his sister. “Sokka—“

“No it’s fine, go ahead.” Zuko smirked and you punched him in the shoulder playfully. “What’s your announcement, Sokka?”

“Glad you asked Y/N!” Katara rolled her eyes and slumped to her seat as Sokka grinned from ear to ear.

“I have been declared BOOMERANG MASTER!” Sokka declared while everyone stared at him with amusement. His proud expression quickly dropped and you started to giggle. “WHAT! I am!”

“Who even declared that, Sokka?” Toph teased. “THE BOOMERANG CLUB!” Sokka’s face turned red and the rest of the gang laughed. “There’s a boomerang club?” Aang asked and Sokka sat back down and Suki rubbed his back but she was laughing as well.

“Okay, if that doesn’t excite everyone then I DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL!” Sokka fumed which made everyone laugh harder.

“I’m pregnant.” You announced and Zuko was staring at everyone with a huge grin on his face. Katara was smiling as she already knew, Aang stopped mid drink, Toph yelped, Suki’s eyes were large with excitement and Sokka’s jaw dropped to the table.

“Y-you’re what?” Aang jumped up in excitement as Katara hugged you. “She’s pregnant. I’m going to be a father.” Zuko announced proudly. Aang rushed to hug the both of you while talking about how he’s going to teach your child how to go penguin sledding. Katara started asking you about baby names. Toph was already planning on making a crib for your baby. Sokka was still in shock while Suki whispered to him that she was excited about his boomerang master status.

“OH MY GOD!” Sokka burst out then rushed to hug the both of you telling you guys he’s going to give all the boomerangs he could find to your future baby. You were all so happy to tell the rest of the group and to see their excited reactions. You were looking for Zuko but then saw him hugging Uncle Iroh tightly and you saw tears in his eyes. That moment, you knew you were so lucky to have a child with the best father there could be.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Wanna Make A Baby?

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

A/N: Older!Harry, dad!Harry, small!Y/n, and breeding kink all rolled into one The fluff is adorable and the filth is filthyyy! Enjoy🙃

It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to dream. He dreamt just about every time he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Dreaming was actually one of the highlights of his night. The first was being able to sleep next to you, and the second would be dreaming. When it came to the subject matter of his dreams, it varied every time. The only constant in his dreams would be you; that’s why he loved it so much. You’d be there right by his side doing whatever you were ‘supposed’ to be doing in his dream. At times, dreaming was a way for his mind to reveal his deepest thoughts and desires. And that’s what was happening this go round with Harry. 

In his dream you were there(of course), along with himself and two other people. As he walks out of the backdoor to you guys’ home and into the spacious backyard, his eyes go straight to a play structure that was in his line of sight. As he emerges from the house even more, he hears a small voice calling out to him. When Harry looks in the direction of the voice, he sees a small child coming down the slide of the large play structure with a big smile plastered across his face. Once the little boy is back on the ground, he immediately sprints over to Harry. While the boy is running over to his father, Harry crouches down so that he’d be on the little boys level and he waits for him. As the boy approaches, Harry’s able to get a better view of his features and he couldn’t believe his eyes. This boy, which Harry confidently presumed to he his son had just about every feature he had when he was that small. The only things that were missing were the straight blonde hair, and the green eyes. Those features were replaced by yours and he couldn’t be happier about that. After talking to the little boy, he agrees to play with him before pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek and sending him on his way so that he could talk to you for a moment. 

As the little boy runs back to the play structure, Harry stands back up and looks to his right, he sees you sitting contently in the shaded lounge area of you guys’ backyard. You had a book in one hand, while the other was delicately placed upon your very swollen and pregnant belly. There were no words that could be used by Harry to effectively and accurately describe the beauty that was radiating off of you. He would talk about how pretty you’d look if you were pregnant but now he was seeing it. The sight of you captivated Harry and drew him in. As he got closer and closer, Harry was able to fully take all of you in. He got to see every little detail. When he was right in front of you, he got to see the small floral print that was littered across your flowy dress. He was able to see your more rounded facial features better. And most importantly, Harry got to see your left hand that was adorned with the glistening diamond ring and wedding band he’d put on your finger almost three years ago resting right on top of the swell of your belly that was temporarily housing his child. He had the perfect view of the two things that symbolized your love for one another. Harry then sits down next to you and he sponges a light kiss to your exposed shoulder. Him doing this results in you sending a soft smile in his direction, which fills his body with a warm feeling. Harry then does the thing that he’d been wanting to do since he first laid eyes on you. He lifts his hand and brings it up to lower it down onto the upper curve your belly.  

Unfortunately, the moment he places his hand on your belly, is the exact moment he wakes up. His eyes shoot open and he’s instantly transported back to reality. He’s in the bed that he was lucky enough to share with you. Once his breathing stabilizes a bit and he takes in his surroundings, Harry’s hand begin to wander. He slowly but surely pulls his arm that was draped across your frame up and he begins to push his hand around your midsection. As he does this, he’s actively searching for some type of a bump. Even if it was a small one. To make sure his mind or hand wasn’t playing tricks on him, Harry brings it all the way up to your side and glides it down to where the lower hem of the shirt you were wearing began. He pushes his hand beneath the fabric and brings it back down to your stomach. It didn’t take long for Harry to realize that you weren’t in fact pregnant and that it was all just a dream.  

That’s the one thing Harry hated about dreams; you always wake up at the best part. When he came to the realization that you weren’t pregnant, his heart sank a little. He didn’t realize how much he wanted his own little family until now. He wanted to watch your body swell as you carried his child. He wanted to watch you be the best mother in the entire world. He wanted to have a child of his own that he could shower with love and affection. Harry wanted to be a dad and wanted to have every last thing he had in his dream. But he didn’t want to have to sleep in order to get it. In that moment, Harry felt like everything was taken from him. The only thing that he had left from that dream is you. This feeling inadvertently caused Harry to tighten his grip on you. Even though he didn’t want to wake you, Harry needed you more than ever right now. He buries his face into your neck and he begins to pepper soft kisses into your skin. He also coos softly into your ear for you to wake up. And it did do the trick.  

“What’s going on?” You grumble through your sleep. You could barely keep your eyes open but you could feel Harry’s mouth moving against your neck and his arm around your waist. 

“Just wanted t’say hello to my beautiful wife.” Harry hums, continuing to keep his face burrowed in your neck. Even though you were one of the sweetest human beings Harry’d ever met, you were still a bit cranky in the morning. And since he intentionally woke you up, he had a little bit of schmoozing to do. 

“Well it better not be before 8 am, because if it is I’ll kill you.” You grumble back to him, moving around a little bit so you could turn yourself towards him. 

“If I tell you that it’s 8:01 will you still kill me?” Harry asks jokingly (kind of). 

“I guess you’re safe.” You concede through a yawn, pushing yourself further into his body. 

“Good, and it’s actually quarter past 10.” Harry continues, looking over at the clock sitting on your bedside table for the actual time.

“You’re in the safe zone now.” You hum happily. “How’d you sleep?” You continue, beginning to feel awake enough to have a conversation with Harry. 

“Slept fine, but I had a pretty interesting dream though.” Harry simply replies. 

“Tell me about it.” You say back, lifting one of your legs and swinging it over his waist. You then push yourself up and over so that you’re sitting on his lap on top of him.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Harry admires, sliding his hands up underneath your shirt to latch onto your hips. 

“I think so, but I’m always open for compliments.” You smirk, bringing your face down to his.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Harry hums back, slightly lifting his head to peck your lips.

“Thank you baby.” You coo softly. “Now tell me about your dream.” You say excitedly, lifting yourself back up to sit in his lap. Even though you were still a bit tired, you didn’t want to stop talking to Harry. 

“Alright.” Harry sighs, removing one of his hands that were on your hips to help lift himself up a bit. “So to make a long story short, we had a family. We had an adorable son who looked like the both of us, more like me, but still like the both of us, and you were pregnant. Which by the way, you looked even more stunning than I could’ve possibly imagined.” Harry explains, deciding to just give you a quick rundown of his dream rather than go through every last detail.

“That sounds nice babe.” You sigh softly, taking in everything he just said to you. Hearing him talk (and dream) about starting a family with you really warmed your heart. From the onset of you guys’ relationship you knew that you wanted to have a family with Harry. But now after being together for a total of almost 4 years and being married for about a year and a half of them, you were starting to realize that you and Harry were ready to take that next step in your lives and relationship. 

 “Yeah, but it made me think a bit more and I’m starting to feel like m’running out of time.” Harry says on a more sorrowful, but truthful note.  

“I thought the little guys never expire.” You reply, trying to get a better idea of where Harry was coming from. You weren’t expecting such a good and happy dream to make him sad like this.

“I mean late in life Y/n. M’getting older.” Harry explains further with a slightly frustrated huff. 

“You’re in your 30’s Harry.” You say in an attempt to reassure him. 

“Yeah, but 40 is right around the corner.” He reminds you. 

“Then you’ll be a dilf.” You reply, trying to show him the bright side of getting a little older. 

“You’re right, I would be a hot dad.” Harry agrees. 

“Exactly! So being a dad a little bit later in life isn’t so bad babe.” You reason, trying to cheer him up a bit more. You wanted him to really know that there was nothing wrong with being a dad at his age. You weren’t going to tell him this because if you did his head would swell to be the size of an actual planet (even though it wouldn’t take that much considering that he already had a pretty sizable head; upstairs and downstairs), but you thought that him being a bit older than you and being a first time dad was pretty hot. You couldn’t put your finger on why exactly you thought it was hot but you just did. Add onto that the fact that you’re married to him and you have successfully opened the floodgates. 

“You’d be an even hotter mom though. Like milf to the highest power.” Harry says bluntly. 

“Well thank you for your honesty.” You chuckle (and not so secretly roll your eyes) at his statement. After being with Harry for as long as you have, you weren’t shocked in the slightest at his comment. Him not making a comment like that would be more shocking. 

“M’serious babe! You’d even be a milf before the baby even arrived. Like your body is already perfect now, but just imagine how much more perfect you’d look with our baby in here.” Harry rations as he ever so slightly presses his thumbs into the sides of your lower stomach . “You’d be nice and round and delicious. Y’know how much I like having something to grab onto.” He continues. As he talks, his hands move up your sides and right to your chest where he wraps his large hands around your breasts.

“Well those won’t be yours anymore.” You say sternly to him before smacking his hands away through your shirt.

“What about this?” He asks, gliding his hands back down and around to your ass. 

“You can keep that for yourself I guess.” You sigh in compliance. “I swear, it’s so hard sometimes to figure out who’s the oldest in this relationship. For a man thats knocking on 40’s door, I’d expect you to be a little more tame.” 

“What can I say.” Harry begins, tightening his grip on the flesh of your ass before pulling you higher up onto his lap. “I just have a hot wife. Like your personality is amazing and I love you so much for being the sweetest human being alive but you’re gorgeous. I can honestly say that m’gonna want you ten times as much as I already do once you’re actually pregnant.” Harry’s says truthfully. The both of you couldn’t deny that he was in fact telling truth. There were a couple times where he accidentally blurted out how bad he wanted to get you pregnant. 

“Are you just saying all this because you wanna knock me up?” You ask him playfully. 

“Is it working?” Harry asks in response to your question. He meant every last word that came out of his mouth, but he was hoping that it’d soften you up a bit so that you’d give him the green light when it came to commencing the baby making process. 

“Maybe, but you still have a little ways to go.” Now you were just fishing for some praise; and rightfully so. Harry always wanted to hear you praise him. Whether it be in the form of moans, screams, and/or whimpers, or in the form of words; Harry just loved to be praised. Now it was your turn.

“You’d look so beautiful baby. You’re absolutely glowing and gorgeous now, but you’d have an unmatched glow once you’re pregnant.” Harry explains in awe, continuing his “campaign” to butter you up. He honestly couldn’t believe that your already elevated level of beauty could be raised. “But if I’m being honest, m’gonna miss y’tummy like this.” Harry explains the ‘downside’ to your more rounded figure during pregnancy. 

“Why’s that?” You ask confusedly. One minuet he was saying how much more beautiful you’d be if you were pregnant, and now he’s saying that he’s gonna miss your figure now. Which one was it?!

“M’just gonna miss seeing and feeling my cock in y’little tummy. Y’still gonna be irresistible, m’just gonna miss that.” He explains. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll feel it in there. I always do.” You reply to him. When you say that, Harry can feel his cock twitch in his pants. 

“Are you gonna let me put a baby in there?” Harry asks with a little pout. 

“I’d love to have a baby with you baby.” You coo in response, bringing your hands up to his cheeks to squish them together a little. You then bring your face down to his before puckering your own lips and pressing them against his. His lips then begin to move languidly against yours. As the kiss continues, your need for each other grows. You were keeping your bodies as close to each other as possible too. Your arms were now around his neck and his arms were tightly wrapped around your back underneath your shirt to keep you as high up on his lap as possible. As Harry kissed you, you could feel his cock hardening beneath you. He was already a bit swollen from the images of your body that were ingrained in his mind. Now he was getting even harder at the prospect of being able fill you up and get you pregnant. All he wanted to do now as fill you up with his cock, and ultimately fill you up with his baby. 

Keeping one arm wrapped securely around your smaller frame, Harry maneuvers you both so that he’s kneeling on the bed. He then lifts himself up with you still being in his lap and pushes forward so that you’re lying back against the bed with him on top of you. When he does this, you can tell that things are getting heated so you quickly push at his chest to momentarily stop the kiss.  

“Just because were having baby making sex doesn’t mean that I don’t expect you to completely ravish me.” You say pointedly, making sure he knows the exactly what you want. 

“I would never give you anything less.” Harry replies with a smirk before smearing his lips back onto yours. As he kisses you this time, he shifts his weight over onto one arm and he uses the other to push your shirt up your body. Once it was all the way up to your chest, he swiftly pulls away from your face and tugs the shirt off of your body. This leaves you completely bare other than your panties which is the next clothing item he has his sights on. He wastes no time hooking his fingers around the sides and he yanks them down off of you. He instructs you to lift your legs up and once you do this he rips the flimsy material the rest of the way off your body. He tosses them off to the side and he focuses back in on your now exposed body. As he admires all of your features, he imagines what they’d look like once he gets you pregnant. When he looks at your breasts, he thinks about how much larger and sensitive they’d be. He also thought about how the soft and supple flesh would fill his hands perfectly. When his eyes drifted a bit lower to your stomach, he had a very clear picture of how you’d grow as your pregnancy progressed. He was looking forward to seeing your belly grow. When he reaches your thighs and hips, he immediately thought of how much more of a rounded figure you’d have. All of these things made Harry’s mouth water and his cock twitch. “So beautiful.” Harry breathes before bending down to lick into you.

“Oh my god baby!” You moan, feeling his skilled tongue lick into you. You could feel the tip of his tongue circling your entrance and prodding at it. This only made you want and need him even more. “Need you inside me so bad.” You cry out to him, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him up. When you say this, Harry sucks harshly on your clit before coming back up. He then shoves his boxers down to reveal his extremely hard cock. You could see his thick shaft standing proudly between his legs and you could see a small bead of precum beginning to emerge from his slit. Before coming in closer between your legs, Harry pushes back against your thighs so that your legs were spread as wide as possible for him. He places a tight grip on one side of your waist and he wraps his free hand around his cock. 

“Ready baby?” He asks, pushing his cock down your folds and stopping right at your entrance.

“So ready.” You pant, lifting your hips up a little against his cock.

“Good girl.” Harry hums before slowly beginning to push into you. As soon as he begins, your moans get louder.

“Oh my god! You’re so big!” You cry out to him, feeling the very familiar sting that came along with his cock stretching to fit inside your walls. Once he was a little bit inside of you, Harry’s hand leaves his cock and goes to the other side of your waist. Hearing you moan out to him like this from only having about an inch of his cock inside of you unlocked the raw and primal desire Harry had deep down inside of him. Add his desire to get you pregnant to this and he was a beast. Without warning Harry tightly grips onto your waist and he slams the rest of his cock into you. You then let out one of the loudest screams you’d ever made. The slight pain of him slamming all of his cock into you at once felt really good. You felt stretched, and you felt completely full. You could feel this fullness all the way in your stomach.

“Feel me in that pretty little tummy baby?” Harry pants smugly, already knowing the answer to his own question. All you could do was feverishly nod your head against the bed. You were too caught up in how full you were to even form a word in response.

“Good.” He simply states. And with this, he goes straight into pounding into you. The both of you could feel the raw passion radiating off of each other with every thrust. Even though Harry was shoving his cock deep into you over and over again, the both of you had one goal in mind. A baby. That’s what you both wanted, and this was how you two chose to get it. As he continues to thrust into you, Harry lowers himself down onto you. He wants you to really feel how deep he was inside of you. And he wanted to feel it for himself. Even though this is a slight change in position, it doesn’t stop Harry’s hard thrusts. He continues to slam his cock into you over again, pushing you both closer and closer to the edge with each one. You could feel his cock deep inside you, and Harry could feel his cock moving deep inside you. The two of you could also hear each others cries and moans, along with your praises better. You could hear his whimpers and moans at how good you felt around him accompanied with his growls of how he was gonna cum deep inside you. 

All of this made you want to sit on top of him and ride his cock for some reason. Even though your legs were mush, you still wanted to ride him. You wanted him to release every last drop of his cum inside of you and you knew just how to get him there.

“Wanna ride you.” You pant in his ear, continuing to claw at his back as his thrusts continued. Instead of verbally replying to you, Harry immediately lifts himself from you and flips you both over so that your straddling him with is cock still lodged between your walls. You were feeling an extreme warmth and tightness forming in the pit of your stomach and you were going to explode at just about any moment. It doesn’t take more than a second for you to start feverishly moving yourself up and down on his cock. Watching you become so desperate for a release pushed Harry even closer to unloading all of his cum into you.

“M’gonna cum soon baby.” He pants, lifting his hands from your hips to grasp your breasts in them.

“Don’t cum inside me baby. Forgot t’take my pill last night.” You whimper, continuing to push yourself back and forth against him. Even though you were just about completely out of it, you still had a little bit left to mess with Harry. When he heard this, all Harry could think about was the possibility of getting you pregnant right then and there. It was taking so much for Harry to not cum in that moment. While Harry’s trapped in his thoughts, you tug at one of his hands that were clasped around your breasts and you lower it down to your stomach which brings his attention back to you. Your next sentence lights a fire under Harry that pushes him right over the edge. “When you cum in me, our baby’s gonna be right in my tummy and I’m gonna grow and grow with our baby from all your love.” You pant down to him. 

At this, Harry removes his hands from your breasts and then flips you both so that you’re on your back and he’s on top of you. He wastes not time in getting back to slamming his cock into you. As he thrusts, you can feel his cock continuously slamming into the deepest part of you. He watches as your body quivers below him and he could feel your walls contracting around his cock. 

“Cum with me baby.” This was all Harry had to say in order for you to fall apart on his cock. Which in turn caused him to release as well. 

“Fuck!” You scream, feeling not only your extremely powerful release, but also feeling the thick and warm ropes Harry’s cum splashing against your walls.

“That’s it baby, take all m’cum.” Harry pants. He could his body become weaker and weaker with every rope of his cum that flooded your body. “Tighten up f’me baby.” Harry instructs, bring his hand up to your face to give you a couple light taps. Once he feels your walls clenching around him, he brings his arms around you back and he lays himself down so that you’re lying on top of him.

Once he does this, the both of you lay there for a good five minutes. You two were not only trying to gain feeling in your bodies, but you both were wrapping your heads around it all. There was a possibility that you two were going to have a baby. 

“I just know you’re gonna spoil the shit out of this kid.” You sigh, finally coming back to for you guys’ post sex chat. 

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you spoil the shit outta me!” You reply with a laugh. “And I expect nothing less with our baby.” You continue

“Well you’re my baby and you’re going to be carrying our future baby. So you both will be my babies that I love more than life itself which means that I’ll spoil you both rotten. Which speaking of babies, how many are we looking at? I was thinking 2.” Harry ponders.  

“Same.” You agree. “What if we have twins though?” You continue, thinking about all of the possibilities. 

“Then 4 kids.” Harry replies

“When you said that, my uterus trembled.” You tell him truthfully. 

“M’pretty sure that was just an aftershock from my dick.” Harry says proudly. 

“I doubt it.” You say smugly.

“Do I need to come over there and fuck yeh again? Because I will.” Harry says matter of factly.

“You’re getting older babe, don’t want you to kill yourself.” You laugh, bringing your hand up to his cheek.

“You’re gonna get it later.” Harry says, reaching up to pluck your hand off of him. “Just because you’re younger than me, doesn’t mean that I can’t go all day long.”

“I’ll be waiting patiently.” You hum. “Don’t want you to break a hip or anything.”

“Now y’really gonna get it.” Harry grumbles before sending a quick swat to your ass. 

The both of you had a feeling that this wouldn’t do the trick. But judging by how well this step of the baby making process went, you and Harry were more than willing to do it again. 

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N.Flying reaction to you being on your moon

So I decided to write a thing. I’m not sure if this is a reaction but I know it’s not a headcannon..at least I don’t think it is. And I wanna start with this one and from here on out write the titles at the top and fix any previous works that are framed like this so it looks better? I’m still trying to figure out how I want my layouts to look like. Btw for some reason tumblr is whack and it’s not showing me any gifs of N.Flying except for like five and they’re all recent from the Moonshot mv and it’s not what I’m looking for. It’s been happening with me a lot not whenever I search for a gif it only spits up a few and they are recent like everything else got deleted? Idk it could be a bug on my end or just tumblr doing its stupid thing so this reaction unfortunately won’t have gifs :( I’m sorry

Seunghyub: Seunghyub was a man that would come running to you at the drop of a hat. He was very gentle and understanding with you while you were on your moon and he loved showering you with cuddles and kisses in hopes it would cheer you up cause he knew how moody you could get. You came home from work and not meaning to sound like a bitch you grumbled at his friendly greeting. Seunghyub was too smart to frown as he knew you couldn’t help it. He followed you down the hall entering you room and then the bathroom to draw you a nice bubble bath. He figured the light might be to harsh if you had a headache so he lit a couple candles around and found you in your room attempting to crawl into bed with your work clothes still on. “Darling come here I drew you a nice bubble bath.” He said pulling you out of bed. You grumbled and attempted to fight him like a cat afraid of water. “Come on now you don’t want to sleep in your clothes. You’ll feel better after a bath huh?” You huffed in defeat as Seunghyub led you into the bathroom. Helping you with your clothes he held your hand as you stepped in the warm water. You immediately sighed and began relaxing. Seunghyub let you close your eyes as he gently washed your hair and scrubbed your back. “Thank you for this Seunghyub really. And the candles are cute.” You smiled warmly at him. Seunghyub hands are covered in bubbles but he still cups the side of your face to kiss you. “Anytime Darling.”

Chahun: For the most part you were calm as far as mood on your period but your cravings for random foods and your appetite always increased. Chahun has picked you up from work and you were passing every fast food place and restaurant in the universe. Well that’s what it felt like. “Hunnnnn I want fried chicken..or a hamburger. Look there’s a sushi restaurant right there let’s get something to eat pleaseeee” you whined pressing your face against the window. “It’s late love, we’re going home. I’ll fix you something then okay?” Chahun said. You appreciated and loved Chahun cooking for you but you wanted greasy food right now and you felt bad about him always cooking despite you knowing full well how to. “Chahun..don’t you think you cook too often for me? I mean..wouldn’t you like a break? Besides I really want to go out.” The rest of the ride was silent. You sat at the table in sweats and watched Chahun shuffle around the kitchen. You loved watching him cook you just felt bad that he was always doing it and even when you weren’t hungry he still insisted. You felt even worse when you were on your period. Chahun finished up and plated food for both of you landing a kiss on the top of your head before placing your food in front of you. “I know you want fast food and I know you think I cook to much for you but I think home cooked meals are better on your tummy, especially during your lady time. Also you are my girlfriend and I enjoy cooking for you as a sign of love. Now eat up and then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the evening.” You smiled taking a bite of food. Chahun was too sweet.

Jaehyun: Jaehyun always did his absolute best to cheer you up whenever you were having your monthly and most of the time he could get a smile out of you. Tonight though you were laying on the couch in tears from the cramps you were having and Jaehyun couldn’t seem to cheer you up. He tried jokes, dancing goofy, breaking one of his sticks on purpose but nothing was working, you were in too much pain. Jaehyun kneeled in front of you moving your hair away from your face so he could wipe the tears that were falling. “Sweetie I’m sorry you’re so much pain..is there anything I can do?” Jaehyun was sad seeing you like this. “Rip out my uterus please” you said. This sent Jaehyun into a laughing fit. The sudden outburst from him and seeing him roll around on the floor from how silly you were being put a small smile on your face but that went away when you got a cramp the felt like you got kicked really hard in the stomach. Jaehyun settled down and noticed your silent suffering. “Hey, let’s lay down on the bed it’s probably more comfy. I can make you some tea and..” Jaehyun stopped talking. You probably didn’t feel like getting up. Jaehyun decided to just sit with you and comfort you as best he good. He heated up a hot pack and placed it on next to your side. Running his hand through your hair helped you relax a little and the hot pack slowly started to help with the cramps. Jaehyun covered you up with a blanket as you drifted off to sleep and quietly cleaned up the living room.

Hweseung: Hweseung was use to how moody you were. He comforted you whenever you cried wheather it was cramps or you got sad, he bought you your comfort foods when you were hungry and cranky and he even put up with your random laughing fits. He knew how your emotions could get on your time of the month but he was confused this month as you kept initiating sex. You weren’t normally like this and poor Hweseung didn’t know how to go about it. “Fuck me Hweseungggg” you blurted out while you to were on the couch watching tv. Hwesung was so surprised he nearly spit out his tea. “W-what?” Hweseung said after catching his breath. Did he hear you right? “Come on I’m hornyyyy” you whined starting to attack his neck with your lips. “Babe, do you really feel like having sex right now? It’s messy and you might hurt more. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable..also you don’t want to get pregnant now do you?” Hweseung was very aware of the ovulation cycle and knew that today would be the best time to have sex if you were looking to make mini yous. “Yesss let’s make lots of babies please Hweseung. Fuck me I’ll feel better.” You said against his neck. Hweseung sat as you cuddled and crawled all over him. Hweseung himself wasn’t fond of the idea of period sex at all. He definitely thought it was a bad idea while you were menstruating but he didn’t want to upset you. After contemplating for awhile and going over the possibilities of you actually getting pregnant he decided he would go through with it. But he took to long as he could hear your light snoring as you must’ve conked out from exhaustion. Hweseung sighed in relief seeing you out with your head on his lap. You looked like a cat, it made Hweseung smile. He repositioned your head in a more comfy direction and rubbed your lower back while he continued to watch tv. He chuckled to himself at the thought of you falling asleep during sex. You were just too tired and you needed your sleep.

Dongsung: Dongsung was really good to you around your time of the month. He would give you hot packs if you were having cramps, cook for you or order anything you wanted, draw you baths or set clothes out for you after a shower. He would tend to your every need and you were thankful but he was always running around too much. “Dongsung,” you said coming out of your room after changing from your work clothes. Dongsung practically rushed to your feet with a concerned look. He was always so adorable it made you sad that he felt he had to tend to your every need. “Is everything okay babe?” He asked worry in his voice. You sighed. “Can we just watch a movie tonight. You always work so hard to help me and I just want you to stop and relax. Can we just have an easy night tonight? Please?” Dongsung nodded quietly and grabbed your hand and you both walked to the living room. “Can I still make popcorn though?” You smiled out how perfectly silly he was. “Yes of course, but hurry up please I wanna cuddle.”

I did Hweseung’s last so sorry if it’s kind of crappy towards the end. It took me two hours to finish this cause I was distracted from vibing to N.Flying lmao. Anyway I wanted to make this cause I’m in my N.Flying feels again and I just thought this would be a nice lil thingy. (Also side note I feel like Hweseung would be really sweet and neat during sex in general and even more so if it was period sex even though period sex is gross and messy but I just wanted to add all the aspects and things around your moon time)

[snelbz]

What Happens In Vegas... {7}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Feyre x Rhysand, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Summary: For Feyre’s twenty-first birthday, her best friend took her to Las Vegas for a weekend of fun she could never forget. She’s going home with a lot more than memories.

@snelbz​ / @tacmc​ collab

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Warm hands pushed up my tank top as the sun rose. Next came hot kisses down my back, sending a shiver up my spine. My body came to immediate attention, despite the truly horrid time of day.

“Feyre, baby, roll over.” Rhysand whispered in my ear.

I grumbled, “What time is it?”

We’d all gone downstairs to the recording studio after dinner for a quick look. At midnight, Miryam had bailed, saying Drakon could call her when they were done. No one anticipated that being anytime soon, since they’d opened a bottle of bourbon.

I’d stretched out on the big couch down there while Rhys and Drakon messed around, moving between the control room and the studio. I’d wanted to be close to Rhysand, to listen to him play guitar and sing snippets of songs.

He had a beautiful voice. What he could do with a six-string in his hands blew my mind. His eyes would take on this faraway look and he was gone. It was like nothing else existed. Sometimes, I actually felt a little lonely, lying there watching him. Then the song would end and he’d shake his head, stretch his fingers, returning to earth. His gaze would find me and he’d smile. He was back.

At some stage I’d dozed off. How I’d gotten up to bed I had no idea. Rhys must have carried me.

One thing was certain: I could smell booze.

“It’s almost five in the morning,” he said. “Roll over.”

“Tired,” I mumbled, staying right where I was. The mattress shifted as he straddled my hips and put an arm either side of my head, bending down over me, covering my body with his.

“Guess what?” he asked.

I hummed quietly, hoping he understood that meant I was listening.

Gently, he pushed my hair back off my face. Then he licked my ear. I squirmed, ticklish. “I wrote two songs,” he said, his voice a little slurred, soft around the edges.

“That’s great,” I muttered, with a yawn. “Congrats. Let’s sleep.”

“No, you don’t understand. I haven’t written anything in over two years. This is fucking amazing.” He nuzzled my neck, his breath hot against my ear.

“Lovely,” I mumbled. At least, I think I did. I was so tired that I couldn’t figure out if I had said it out loud or had just thought it.

“Don’t you wanna know what they’re about?” he asked, his words coated with liquor.

“Mm?”

His lips were right at my ear as he breathed, “They’re about you.”

“Your songs?” I asked, stunned. And still dazed. “Really?”

“Yeah, I just…” He breathed deep and nipped my shoulder, making my eyes finally open wide.

I gasped, “Hey!”

He leaned over so I could see his face, his dark hair hanging down. He was smiling broadly. Honestly, it was unfair how attractive he looked at five in the morning. “There you are. So, I think of you and suddenly I have something to say. I haven’t had anything I wanted to say in a long time. I didn’t give a fuck. It was all just more of the same. But you changed things. You fixed me.”

I blinked at him. “Rhys, I’m glad you got your mojo back, but you’re incredibly talented. You were never broken. Maybe you just needed some time off.”

“No.” From upside down, he frowned at me. “Roll over. I can’t talk to you like this.” I hesitated and he slapped my butt. The non-tattooed cheek, lucky for him. “Come on, baby.”

I grumbled, “Watch it with the biting and spanking, buddy.”

“So move already,” he growled, playfully.

“Okay, okay.”

He climbed off me onto the other side of the mammoth mattress and I sat, drawing my knees up to my chest. The man was shirtless, staring back at me with only a pair of jeans on. How the hell did he keep losing his shirt? The sight of his bare, tattooed chest brought me to the dribble point. The jeans pushed me right over. No one wore jeans like Rhysand. And having caught a glimpse of him without them only made it worse. My imagination went into some sort of sexual overload. The pictures that filled my head… I have no idea where they all came from. The images were surprisingly raw and detailed. I was quite certain I wasn’t flexible enough to achieve some of them. All of the air left the room.

Truth was, I wanted him. All of him. The good and the bad and the bits in between. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything before in my life.

But not when he’d been drinking. We’d already been there, made that mistake. I didn’t quite know what was going on between us, but I didn’t want to mess it up.

So, right. No sex. Bad. I had to stop looking at him. So I took a deep breath and studied my knees. My bare knees.

I’d gone to sleep wearing jeans. Now I had only panties and my tank top on. My bra had also mysteriously disappeared. “What happened to the rest of my clothes?”

“They left,” he said, face serious.

“You took them off?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think you would’ve been comfortable sleeping in them.”

“How on earth did you manage to get my bra off without waking me?”

He gave me a sly smile. “I’m good with my fingers, baby. I didn’t do anything else. I swear. I just…removed it for safety reasons. Underwire is dangerous.”

“Right,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded. “I didn’t even look.”

I narrowed my eyes on him.

“That’s a lie,” he admitted, rolling his shoulders. “I had to look. But we are still married, so looking is okay.”

“It is, huh?” It was pretty much impossible to be mad at him when he looked at me like that. My foolish girl parts got giddy.

No. Sex.

”Oh, absolutely,” Rhysand murmured, perfectly amused. “Your cheeks are turning red.”

“Are they?” I asked, trying to push all thoughts of sex out of my mind.

It didn’t work.

“Yeah,” He said, amused, his violet eyes still heavily glazed over. “What are you doing up that end of the bed? That’s not going to work,” he said, totally unaware of my awakening hormones and distress at the same time. Faster than I’d have thought possible given the amount of booze on his breath, he grabbed my feet and dragged me down the bed. My back hit the mattress and my head bounced off the pillow. Rhys sprawled out on top of me before I could attempt any more evasive maneuvers. His weight pressed me into the mattress in the best possible way. Saying no under these conditions was going to be asking a lot of my self control.

“I don’t think we should have sex now,” I blurted out before anything else could happen.

The side of his mouth kicked up. “Relax. There’s no way we’re fucking right now.”

“No?” Damn it, I actually whined. My patheticness knew no end.

“No. When we do it the first time, we’ll both be stone-cold sober. Trust me on that. I’m not waking up in the morning again to find you’re freaking out because you don’t remember or you’ve changed your mind or something. I’m done being the asshole here.”

“I never thought you were an asshole, Rhys.”

Or at least, not exactly. A jerk maybe, and definitely a bra thief, but not an asshole.

“No?”

“No.”

“Not even in Vegas when I started swearing at you and slamming doors?” His fingers slid into my hair, rubbing at my scalp. Impossible not to push into his touch like a happy kitty. He had magic hands. He even made mornings bearable. Though five o’clock was pushing it.

“That wasn’t a good morning for either of us,” I said.

“I’ll give you that,” hemurmured. “How about in LA with that girl hanging off me?”

I tilted my head. “You planned that?”

He shut one eye and looked down at me. “Maybe I needed some armor against you.”

I didn’t know what to say. At first. “It’s none of my business who you have hanging off you.”

His smile was one of immense self-satisfaction. “You were jealous.”

“Do we have to do this right now?” I pushed against his hard body, getting nowhere.

He asked, “Can’t own up to it, can you?”

I didn’t reply.

He leaned down, just a little closer. When he spoke, his voice was softer. “I couldn’t bring myself to touch her. Not with you there.”

“You didn’t?” I calmed down a lot at that statement. My heart palpitations eased. “I wondered what happened. You came back so fast.”

He grunted, his arms tightened slightly. “Seeing you with Tamlin…”

I quickly said, “Nothing was going on. I swear.”

He shook his head. “No, I know. I’m sorry about that. I was out of line.”

My pushing hands turned to petting. Funny that. They slid over his shoulders, around his neck to slip into his hair. I just wanted to feel the heat of his skin and keep him near. He made for an emotional landslide, turning me from sleep deprived and cranky to adoring in under eight seconds. “It’s great that you wrote some songs.”

He ignored my compliment. “How about when I left you with Hybern and the lawyers? Were you mad at me then?”

I huffed out a breath. “Fine. I might admit to being a bit upset about that.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “When I got back and they told me what had happened, that you’d taken off with Cass, I lost it. Trashed my favorite guitar, used it to take apart Cassian’s kit. Still can’t believe I did that. I was just angry and so fucking jealous and mad at myself.”

I could feel my face scrunch up in disbelief. “You did?”

“Yeah.” His eyes were stark, wide. “I did.”

I was quiet for a minute. “Why are you telling me this now, Rhys?”

“I don’t want you hearing it from someone else.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple jumping. “Listen, I’m not like that, Feyre. It won’t happen again, I promise. I’m just not used to this. You get to me. This whole situation does. I don’t know, I’m fucking rambling. Do you understand?”

Later, he might not even remember any of this. But right now, he looked so sincere. My heart hurt for him. I looked into his bloodshot eyes and smiled. “I think so. It definitely won’t happen again?”

“No. I swear.” The relief in his voice was palpable. “We’re okay?”

“Yes. Are you going to play the songs for me later?” I asked. “I’d love to hear them.”

“They’re not done yet. When they’re done, I will. I want them perfect for you.”

““Okay,” I said.

He’d written songs about me. How incredible, unless they were the uncomplimentary kind, in which case we needed to talk. “They’re not about how much I annoy you sometimes, are they?”

He seesawed his hand in the air. “A little. In a good way, though.”

“What?” I cried.

“Trust me,” he sighed.

I blinked. “Do you actually state what a pain in the ass I am in these songs?”

“Not those words exactly. No.” He chuckled, his good humor returned. “You don’t want me to lie and say everything’s always fucking unicorns and rainbows, do you?”

I hesitated. “Maybe. Yes. People are going to know these are about me. I have a reputation as a constant delight to protect.”

He groaned. “Feyre, look at me.” I did as he asked. “You are a constant fucking delight. I don’t think anyone could ever doubt that.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re awful pretty when you lie.”

“Am I, now?” His eyes left mine, and for a second I thought he may have been about to kiss me again. Instead, he licked his lips and said, “They’re love songs, baby. Love isn’t always smooth or straightforward. It can be messy and painful. Doesn’t mean it isn’t still the most incredible thing that can ever happen to you. Doesn’t mean I’m not crazy about you.”

“You are?” I asked, my voice tight with emotion.

“Of course I am,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m crazy about you too. You’re beautiful, inside and out, Rhysand Lunasa.”

He laid his forehead against mine, closing his eyes for a moment. “You’re so fucking sweet. But, you know, I like that you can bite, too. Like you did in Vegas with those assholes. I like that you cared, standing up for that girl. I even kind of like it when you piss me off. Not all the time, though. Shit. I’m rambling again…”

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I like you rambling.”

“So you’re not angry at me for losing my temper?” He asked, softly.

“No, Rhys. I’m not angry at you.”

Without another word, he crawled off me and lay at my side. He pulled me into his arms, arranging an arm beneath me and another over my hip. “Feyre?”

“Hmm?”

“Take your shirt off. I wanna be skin to skin,” he said. “Please? Nothing more, I promise.”

I almost hesitated but the sincerity in his voice… “Okay.”

I sat up and pulled the tank top off over my head, then snuggled back down against him. Topless had a lot going for it. He tucked me in beneath his chin, and the feel of his warm chest was perfect, thrilling and calming all at once. I had to resist the urge to bury my face in his chest. Every inch of my skin seemed alive with sensation. But being like this with him soothed the savage storm within or something. Never mind the lingering scent of booze on his skin, I just wanted to be close to him.

“I like sleeping with you,” he said, his hand stroking over my back. “Didn’t think I’d be able to sleep with someone else in the bed, but with you it’s okay.”

I looked up at him. “You’ve never slept with anyone before?”

He chuckled, “Of course I have. But not in a long time. I’ve always needed my space.” His fingers toyed with the band on my panties, making me squirm.

I didn’t know what to say. “Oh.”

“This with you is torture, but it’s good torture.”

Everything fell quiet for a few minutes and I thought he might have fallen asleep. But he hadn’t. “Talk to me, I like hearing your voice.”

I hesitated, not sure what he wanted me to talk about. “I had a nice time with Miryam, she’s lovely.”

“Yeah, she is.” His fingers trailed up and down along my spine. “They’re good people.”

I nodded, my nose skimming against his neck. He smelled amazing. “It was really nice of them to bring us dinner.”

“Yeah, it was,” he said, hand still stroking my back softly.

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t ready to confess I’d been thinking about what he’d said about my becoming an architect. That I’d started questioning the almighty plan. Saying I was scared I’d mess up and somehow ruin things between us didn’t seem smart either. Maybe the fates would be listening and screw me over the first chance they got. God, I hoped not. So instead I chose to talk trivial. “I love how you can hear the ocean here.”

“Mm,” he hummed his agreement. “Baby, I don’t want to sign those papers on Monday.”

I held perfectly still, my heart pounding. “You don’t?”

“No.” His hand crept up, fingers stroking below my breast, tracing the line of my rib cage. I had to remind myself to breathe. But he didn’t even seem to be aware he did it, like he was just doodling on my skin the same way you would on paper. His arms tightened around me. “There’s no reason it can’t wait. We could spend some time together, see how things go.”

Hope rushed through me, hot and thrilling. “Rhys, are you serious about this?”

“Yeah, I am.” He sighed. “I know I’ve been drinking. But I’ve been thinking it over. I don’t… shit, I didn’t even like having you out of my sight the last few hours, but you looked like you needed to sleep. I don’t want to sign those papers.”

I squeezed my eyes tight and sent up a silent prayer. “Then we won’t.”

“You sure?” He asked, giving me one last out.

There was no hesitation this time. “Yes.”

He pulled me in tight against him. “Okay. Okay, that’s good.”

“We’re going to be fine.” I sighed happily. The relief made me weak.

Suddenly he sniffed at his shoulder and underarms. “Shit, I stink like bourbon. I’m going to have a shower.” He gave me a quick kiss and rolled out of the bed. “Kick me out of bed next time I try to come in smelling like this. Don’t let me cuddle up to you.”

I loved that he was talking about our being together like it would be an everyday thing. I loved it so much, I didn’t even care how bad he smelled.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The gong of the doorbell echoed through the house just after ten. Rhys slept on against my back. He didn’t stir at all. With a couple more hours’ sleep I felt happily half human. I crawled out from beneath his arm, trying not to disturb him. I pulled my top and jeans back on and dashed down the stairs, doing my best not to break my neck in the process. In all likelihood it would be more deliveries.

“Child bride! Let me in!” Cassian hollered from the other side of the door. He followed it up with an impressive percussive performance, banging his hands against the solid wood. Definitely the drummer. “Fairy!”

No one called me Fairy. I’d stamped out that nickname years ago. However, it might be better than child bride.

I opened the door and Cassian barreled in, Drakon dragging himself along after, followed by a young man in all black I hadn’t met before. Considering Drakon had sat up drinking and playing music with Rhys until the wee small hours, I wasn’t really surprised at his condition. The poor man clearly suffered from a hangover from hell. He looked like he’d been punched in both eyes, the bruises from lack of sleep were so bad. An energy drink was attached to his lips.

“Cassian. What are you doing here?” I stopped, rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Wake-up call, it wasn’t even my house. “Sorry, that was rude. It’s just a surprise to see you.”

I’d been hoping to have my husband to myself today, but apparently it wasn’t meant to be. Cassian dropped my backpack at my feet. He was so busy looking around the place he didn’t even seem to have heard my question, rude or not.

“Rhys is still asleep,” I said, and rifled through the contents of my bag. Oh, my stuff. My wonderful stuff. My purse and phone in particular were a delight to lay eyes on. Many text messages from Joey, plus a few from my dad. I hadn’t even known he could text. “Thank you for bringing this.”

He shrugged. “Rhys left me a voicemail in the middle of the night and said he’d written some new stuff. Figured you’d like your stuff while I came to check the new shit out.” He was standing at the floor-length windows, admiring the view of the beach. “I hate this house. It’s too nice and the view is outstanding.”

“Right?” Drakon mumbled, still sipping religiously from his energy drink. “Wait until you see the studio.”

The man dressed in black was watching me, and when I met his gaze, his cheeks reddened, just a little bit, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’m Azriel.”

“Our Az is a little shy,” Cassian chimed in, still standing in front of the windows.

I smiled. “Hi. I’m Feyre.”

He nodded, although I’m already sure he knew my name. My name, and far too many things about me that I was certain I didn’t want him to know, but he most likely already knew, anyways.

Cassian was turning around and heading toward the bottom of the stairs. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Rhysand!” I didn’t think I’d ever heard Cassian use Rhys’ real name. “Get your ass downstairs!”

“Hi, sweetie.” Miryam wandered in, twirling a set of keys on her finger. “I tried to make them leave it a few more hours, but as you can see, I lost. Sorry.”

“Never mind,” I said. I’m not much of a hugger normally. We didn’t do a lot of it in my family. My parents preferred a more hands-free method. But Miryam was so nice that I couldn’t help but hug her back when she threw her arms around me.

We’d talked for hours the night before down in the recording studio. It had been illuminating. Married to a popular session player and producer, she’d lived the lifestyle for over twenty years. Touring, recording, groupies… She’d had the whole rock ’n’ roll experience. She and Drakon had attended a music festival and fallen in love with Velaris with its gorgeous landscape and, of course, the stars.

“The couch and another couple of beds are on their way, should be here soon. Cassian, Drakon, Azriel, help move the boxes. We’ll stack them against the fireplace.” Suddenly, Miryam stopped, giving me a cautious smile. “Hang on. You’re the woman of the house. You give the orders here.”

“Oh, against the fireplace sounds great, thanks,” I said.

She clapped her hands together, beaming at me. “You heard her, boys. Get moving.”

Drakon grumbled but put down his can and bent down to pick up a box, muttering under his breath.

“Hold up.” Cassian pouted his lips at Miryam and me. “I haven’t gotten my hello kisses yet.”

He caught Miryam up in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet and twirling her around until she laughed. Arms wide, he stepped toward me next. “Come to daddy, bed-head girl.”

I put a hand out to halt him, laughing. “Referring to yourself as daddy might be the creepiest thing you’ve ever done, and you kidnapped me.”

Azriel snorted from where he’d been quietly sipped on his coffee in the corner.

He wiggled his fingers that were spread wide. He sang, “Come to daddy.”

“Leave her alone.” Rhys was at the top of the stairs, rubbing his eyes, his hair wild from sleep. His chest was bare, his jeans hanging low on his hips. My knees actually wobbled at the sight of him.

I had no idea if we were married or not, thanks to the alcohol he’d consumed the night before. The alcohol, and the fact that our track record wasn’t exactly steady at this point.

“The fuck are you doing here so early?” Rhysand mumbled, slowly stomping down the stairs.

“I’m here for the new music, I want to hear it,” Cassian announced.

“And I’m here because Cassian made me come,” Azriel chimed.

Cassian only grinned. “What can I say? I get excited about new music.” Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he remembered. Cassian stared up at him, his jaw set in a hard line. “I should beat the living crap out of you. Fuck, man. That was my favorite kit!”

Body rigid, Rhys paused on the stairs. “I said I’m sorry. I meant it.”

“Maybe. But it’s still time to pay, you dickwad.”

For a moment, Rhys didn’t reply. Tension lined his face but there was a look of inevitability in his weary eyes. “All right. What?”

“It’s gotta hurt. Bad.”

“Worse than you turning up when Feyre and me are having time alone?”

Cassian actually looked a little shamefaced.

Rhys stopped at the foot of the steps, waiting. “You wanna take this outside?”

Miryam and Drakon said nothing, just watched the byplay. Azriel looked like a father watching his children fight. I got the feeling this wasn’t the first time these two had faced off. Boys will be boys and all that. But I stood beside Cassian, every muscle tensed. If he took one step toward Rhys, I’d jump him. Pull his hair or something. I didn’t know how, but I’d stop him.

Cassian gave him a measuring look. “I’m not hitting you. I don’t want to mess up my hands when we’ve got work to do.”

Rhys crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “What, then?”

“You already trashed your favorite guitar. So it’s going to have to be something else.” Cassian rubbed his hands together. “Something money can’t buy.”

“What?” asked Rhys, his eyes suddenly wary.

“Hi, Fairy.” Cassian grinned, and slung an arm around my shoulder, pulling me in against him.

“Uh, hey,” I replied slowly.

In the next moment, his mouth covered mine, entirely unwelcome. Rhys shouted a protest. An arm wrapped around my back and Cassian dipped me, kissing me hard, bruising my lips. I grabbed at his shoulders, afraid I’d hit the floor. When he tried to put his tongue in my mouth, however, I didn’t hesitate to bite him.

The idiot howled.

Take that.

Just as fast as he’d dipped me, he set me to rights. My head spun. I put a hand to the wall to stop from falling on my ass. I rubbed at my mouth, trying to get rid of the taste of him, while Cassian gave me a wounded look.

“Damn it. That hurt.” He carefully touched his tongue, searching for damage. “I’m bleeding!”

I crossed my arms. “Good.

Miryam and Drakon chuckled, highly amused. Azriel was shaking his head and looking like he needed much more coffee before he could handle the amount of fuckery his friends caused.

Arms wrapped around me from behind and Rhys whispered in my ear, “Nice work.”

“Did you know he was going to do that?” I asked, sounding distinctly pissy.

“Fuck no.” He rubbed his face against the side of my head, tousling my already messy hair. “I don’t want anyone else touching you.”

It was the right answer. My anger melted away. I put my hands on top of his, and the grip on me tightened.

“You want me to kick his ass?” Rhysand muttered, into my ear. “Just say the word.”

I made a show of considering it, but eventually, I just laughed, quietly. “No, I guess you better not.”

He chuckled as I turned into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I couldn’t believe I was there, holding him, this man, who was only just a stranger. Yet, it felt so natural, so right. It definitely felt like we were together, but I didn’t trust my own judgment, not anymore, not after everything I had endured with him.

If I assumed we were together, I was afraid my assumption would only cause me to look more like an idiot.

“Cass and Az are joining you on your honeymoon?” Miryam’s voice was heavy with disbelief.

Azriel looked extremely uncomfortable, while Cass winked at Rhys.

Rhys chuckled. “No, this isn’t our honeymoon. If we have a honeymoon it’ll be somewhere far away from everyone. Sure as hell, they won’t be there.”

“If?” she asked, a dark eyebrow raised. I really did love Miryam.

“When,” he corrected, holding me tight.

“This is all real cute, but I came to make music,” Cassian announced.

“Then you’re just going to have to fucking wait,” said Rhys. “Feyre and I have plans this morning.”

Even Azriel spoke up, which I got the impression wasn’t a common occurrence. “We’ve been waiting two years to come up with something new.”

“Tough shit. You can wait a few more hours.” Rhys took my hand and led me back toward the stairs. Excitement ran rife through me. He’d chosen me and it felt wonderful.

“Fairy, sorry about the mouth mauling,” Cassian said, sitting himself down on the nearest box.

“You’re forgiven,” I said with a little more pep in my step as we headed up the stairs.

“You going to apologize for biting me?” Cassian hollered.

“Nope.”

“Well, that’s not very nice,” he called out after us.

Rhys snorted.

“Okay, people, we need to move boxes.” I heard Miryam say.

Rhys rushed us down the hallway, then closed and locked the bedroom door behind us.

[adhd-demetri]

Caregiver!Felix x Age regressing/dreaming!Reader

Suggested by: @vampires-lullaby

Note: this story is NOT for k1nksters! please keep your k1nks to yourself!

Playgrounds and the sniffles

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It was a lovely autumn evening. The crisp cool air outside swirled around with the leaves. The chilly air making it's way into your room gave you a sense of comfort. It was finally autumn!

You had your stuffie wrapped tightly in your arms as you watched from your window. You could feel yourself slipping into your baby like state of mind. Thankfully you were with your caregiver Felix so you felt safe.

You scooted away from the window and started to play with your little stuffie on a colorful foam mat that had letters and numbers on it. You heard the door to your room open and you looked up to see your caregiver.

"Hey little one. Playing with your stuffed animal?" He asked leaning down and picking you up. Thanks to his strength, he was able to pick you up without trouble. You loved it when he picked you up, it made you feel even smaller than you were if that was even possible!

You nodded.

"It's a bit cold out but you've been cooped up in here since morning. Would you like to go to a park and play?" Your eyes lit up and you ferociously shook your head yes. You loved the park!

You loved to play on the swing sets and the slides! You tried to climb the monkey bars before on your own but Felix refused to let you.

"Alright little one, but first you have to put on some warmer clothes. You cannot go running around in those. Especially since it'll make your cold worse." You didn't understand what the big deal was! It was just a short sleeved shirt and shorts? How cold could it be outside?

You opened your mouth to protest but a stern look from him made you shut it quickly.

You grumbled but gave in anyway. Felix sat you back down and you ran to your closet. You pulled out a long sleeve shirt with some shorts to go with it. On the middle of the shirt was your favorite cartoon character and the shorts would match perfectly with it!

" No no no little one! Not that. It's to cold for shorts. The shirt is fine though." You pouted and stomped your foot angrily. You wanted to wear the shorts! They made it easy to move around the playground and you wanted to match too!

"(Y/n)! Unless you want to sit in the time out corner I would suggest you lose your attitude."

You could feel yourself becoming angry. You could feel warm tears begin to trickle as you puckered your lip. A tantrum in the making?

Felix sighed. He knew he'd regret this decision later but if it meant keeping you from throwing a tantrum then so be it.

"Alright fine, but you will end up getting sick though. So don't say I didn't warn you little one." He said to you as he pulled on his cloak and gloves.

You quickly threw on your clothes while Felix found your shoes and a pair of thick socks. You couldn't wait to play! You were going to bring your stuffie too so you can play with them on the slides!

Once everything was ready, Felix snatched you up and out you both went.

The air swirled around you. You could feel the coldness tickle your cheeks as you both sped towards the playground.

Once there, he let you down and you scrambled to the swing. Felix of course was right behind you.

You grabbed onto his cloak and gave it a gentle tug. He looked down at you and you pointed to the brightly colored swings.

"Do you want me to push you on the swings?"

"Please?"

"Alright come on. Pick which swing you want!" He said while you led him over to them.

You picked out the perfect one! Your feet barely touched the ground and it was one of the more comfortable swings as well.

You got yourself all snug. You could feel the swing being pulled back and the sudden whoosh of cool air around you. Felix pushed you as you glided through the air higher and higher.

"Felix can I jump and you catch me? Please?!!" You asked.

Felix thought for a moment.

"Yes. On the count of 3 your going to jump. Ok?"

"1"

"2"

"3!"

You jumped off the swing and landed directly into his arms. You laughed with joy as he then spun your around in his arms like a toddler before setting you on the ground.

"I wanna go on the slide!" You exclaimed while jumping up and down excitedly.

"Tell you what. Normally I'd follow you because your a little danger magnet. But if you listen to me, then I'll let you play by yourself today. Sound like a deal?"

"Yes!"

"Alright now listen close. You cannot run because its starting to sprinkle. The bigger slides and playsets are off limits. And do not go on the monkey bars. Remember what happened last time?" He said sternly with his arms crossed.

Last time you played on the monkey bars, you slipped off one and hurt your knee badly. Luckily Felix had a small first aid kit hidden in his cloak. He had cleaned off your knee and fixed it up with him giving it a little kiss to make it feel better.

You shook your head yes. He smiled, pleased with your answer. He walked over to the bench near the edge of the playground while pulling out a book from his cloak and sat down.

You took off to the brightly colored spiral slide. It was your favorite slide because it went the fastest out of all of them!

You managed to get up the slide and you let your little stuffie go down first. They slid down the slide and you followed after them! You could feel the cold and slightly wet air against your face as you went down the spiral slide.

You repeated this until your eyes landed on the monkey bars. You know you shouldn't play on them but sometimes rules were meant to be broken right? You'd make sure you didn't hurt yourself like last time!

You giggled as your got to your stuffie and took off to the monkey bars. You quickly peaked over to your caregiver. He was more into his book than he was you at the moment.

Good!

You stretched out your arms and jumped onto the first bar as soon as you got up the steps. So far so good!

You could see a rather deep puddle below the middle. It did scare you for a moment but you knew you could make it across without falling in!

You swung back and forth then grabbed onto the other bar. You continued this little pattern with determination.

You got to the middle when your nose started to run. Your fingers were starting to hurt and lose their grip when you let out a sneeze. You managed to hold on somehow, which was a relief for you.

Quickly you swung yourself to the next bar only to sneeze again. The sprinkling of rain didn't help you either as your hands slipped from the bar and plummeted straight into the ice cold water!

You coughed and spat out the icy cold water as you were being pulled out of the deep puddle by Felix.

"Sorry to cut playtime in half but we have to get you back NOW" Felix said sounding rather aggravated. You whimpered feeling really bad about disobeying him.

He simply sighed. Felix pulled off his cloak and wrapped you up in it with only your face sticking out from the hood. He forced your head into his shoulder as he sped off.

He snatched your stuffie too as he passed by the spot where you left them, which you were grateful for. You would be heart broken if he left your mini friend.

The trip home was so cold you could hear your own teeth chattering together as your caregiver ran back.

It didn't take long for you guys to get home. By the time you got there, you were having horrible coughing fits.

Your cold have finally flared up tenfold and it was making you very cranky.

Maybe you should've listened to Felix about wearing warmer clothes after all and stayed off the monkey bars.

Before you knew it, you were in your pajamas and under a pile of thick warm blankets with your stuffie tucked safely in your arms.

Felix had stripped you of your wet clothes and was now running to grab cough medicine.

"Hang on, I'm gonna get you some cough medicine. Your coughing way to hard. Also sounds like you've got mucous in your chest too."

You simply nodded and snuggled yourself under the covers. Before you knew it, Felix was in front of you with that horrid liquid and a spoon.

You instinctively hid your mouth under the covers as he poured the thick nasty stuff into the spoon. He seemed to have seen that too. He thought of a way to lighten the mood. Then it struck him!

"Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way this time?" He asked as he smiled down at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Nuh! Gross!" You whined.

"Ah so hard way it is!" Felix's smile turned into a smirk as he disappeared from your view.

You quickly realized that this meant something horrible! Before you could act, your covers were suddenly gone.

You felt his hands suddenly ticking you like crazy! You let out a squeak as you tossed and turned trying to escape him but to no avail. You laughed and squirmed under his merciless hands.

He stopped suddenly while you gasped for air.

"Gonna take your medicine now or do I have to tickle you again my little one? Choose wisley." He said while playfully teasing you with the spoon by hovering it over your head. His other hand resting on your belly, ready to go again if you decided to fight with him.

You pouted once you realised you wouldn't be able to handle another tickling attack.

"Fine." You said angrily while crossing your arms. He gave you a gentle head pat and you gulped down the nasty stuff. It tasted gross and felt even worse going down! Yuck!

You scrunched up your face which didn't go unnoticed by Felix. You looked up at him, he had a rather devilish smirk on his own face as he watched your expressions. You knew he liked to torment you in small ways and got a little kick out of it too. This one definitely one of those times.

You stuck your tongue out at him which only made him chuckle.

"Don't worry. I'll get you something to wash that down. Which one would you like? Your favorite sippy cup or baby bottle? I also have those kiddie cups with your favorite cartoon characters on it if you'd like that instead?" He asked you while covering you back up with the blankets.

"(Baba/sippy/cup)!"

"Alright and what do you want to drink?"

"(Favorite drink)!"

"Now you sit tight and don't move to much ok? Can't risk my little one getting an ouchie while sick." He said before disappearing again.

Before you knew it, he was back again with your drink which you happily took. It seemed to sooth the icky feeling in your throat.

Felix scooted you over on the king size bed and hopped in himself. His arms snaked around your mid section and he pulled you close to him. You felt safe.

"I think you've had a bit to much excitement today. Considering you disobeyed me and got yourself even sicker than before. I'll let it slide this time since you need to rest."

You simply nodded feeling your eyes grow heavy. The blankets with his combined grip seemed to sooth you greatly. You still coughed here and there but not as bad as before.

Turning over, you snuggled yourself into his chest as his arms shifted and pulled you tightly to him. You felt something rubbery poke at your mouth. Instinctively you open your mouth and in pops your pacifier Felix had gotten you.

Felix started to hum a little lullaby and before you knew it, you fell asleep.

[copias-thrall]

Spank Day

As promised, Suey gives Mary his first scheduled spanking.

⬅️ Previous

You promised to give Mary a spanking before his band left for their 2-week tri-state tour, and Mary hasn’t let you forget it.

Just talking about logistics gets him so hot and heavy that the conversation usually devolves into him rutting into you while he talks about all the things you’re going to do to him.

Finally, the two of you had decided on having Spank Day two days prior to his leaving, and you’ve been getting a barrage of texts from him all day with just those two words: Spank Day.

You’re ignoring them, knowing that it’ll make Mary even more worked up if you don’t give him any kind of hint.

No one ever said you were nice.

You place yourself on your couch, the perfect picture of poise and decorum, and start thumbing through a book.

When Mary bangs into your place, you don’t even look up.

“Fuck. Did you get my texts?”

Flip.

“What texts?”

Flip.

“Suey.”

You look up at him.

He’s not quite a mess, but he’s fidgeting, and there’s a high color to his cheeks.

“I do work, you know,” you sniff.

He shifts from foot to foot, looking unsure.

Flip.

“Fuck’s sake, Mare. Stop hovering and go put your stuff in my room.”

You can practically hear the petulance as he shuffles away.

But you smile. 

Not too long ago, you’d made your bed all nice (something that you really only did on the days you put on clean sheets—so infrequently) and laid both the hairbrush and the wooden spoon on it in clear view.

You hear a Fuck, and then Mary’s quick footsteps back into the living area.

His breath is hot on your neck as he leans over the couch.

“You’re so fucking mean.”

Flip.

“C’mon!” He tugs at you, but you remain rooted to the spot.

“Don’t be pushy," you say with your best nonchalance. "I think you need a lesson in patience.”

“Suey…”

You turn your head to him and snap in his face.

“No whining.”

Grabbing a couch cushion, you toss it on the floor next to your feet.

“Calm down first. Then, we can have some fun.”

Well, he can. 

You’re already having fun.

Mary whines again, but you hear him kicking off his shoes and shimmying out of his jeans. When he rounds the corner of the couch, he's giving you stink face, but he complies easily, getting onto his knees on the cushion.

When you hear him grumbling, you bop him on the head with your book.

“Shh.”

He huffs, but quiets down, shifting as he settles into his kneel.

You run your fingers into his hair, and he shivers.

Flip.

A chapter and a half later, he’s lax and swaying into your touch.

You splay the book down on the couch.

“Mary.”

He sighs.

You lean down and press a kiss behind his ear.

“Count down from 50, then join me in the bedroom.”

He gives another shudder, and you vault over the couch.

It’s just enough time for you to double check that everything’s in place before you settle comfortably onto the bed.

Mary shuffles in, eyes black and half dazed, and you point at his remaining clothes.

“Strip.”

He’s quick to suck off his boxers and socks, then yanks off his shirt by the back of the collar—he tosses them haphazardly. His cock isn’t hard, but it’s filling, and you have to remind yourself that it’s not the right time for a sloppy blow job.

You pat your thighs, and after Mary lays himself half across you and half onto the bed, you smooth your palm over his ass.

“Comfy, Mare?”

“Yeah,” comes his muffled response.

“I’m going to warm you up now.”

You feel his cock twitch, and you smirk. Your hand would start stinging before Mary would even shift uncomfortably from an open palm.

Which is why you only use it to warm him up.

You give him ten on each cheek, alternating placement, and—true to your expectation—Mary barely twitches.

Taking up the hairbrush, you tap his ass a few times before rubbing the head around each cheek—to let him know what’s coming.

Raising it up into the air, you hesitate, smirking when you see his ass clench in anticipation of the smack.

“Settle,” you purr, and Mary melts back onto the bed.

You’re already slicing through the air to land the first hit, and Mary gasps (though you’re sure it’s more from surprise than from actual hurt.)

He’s expecting the hit on the next ass cheek, which is fine.

You’re just getting started.

By the time you’ve applied ten more on each cheek to his sit spots, Mary’s breathing hard, but not quite squirming.

He flinches when your hand meets his heated flesh, then relaxes as you soothe out the sting with a few judiciously applied caresses.

You’re pleased by the deep pink blooming on his bottom. (You’ve never understood his inclination to bite your ass as much as when you’re admiring your handiwork on his.)

Instead of sinking your teeth into him, however, you take up the wooden spoon. Mary loves his brush so much—more into a thud than a sting—but he never complains when you switch it up. And seeing as this is inaugural Spank Day—a precursor to his first serious tour while dating you—you want to make an impression.

He saw both implements laid out, so your application of the spoon won’t be a surprise, but you still tap him and run it around his heated cheeks. Mary trembles—subtle, clenched things—but you’re sure it’s more from anticipation than anything.

“You ok, buddy?”

He hums out an Mmm, but you press.

“Yes or no, Mare.”

“Yeah…” he exhales.

“And your safeword?”

“Nickelback, ma’am.”

You smooth your hand around his ass again.

“Good boy.”

Without warning, you bring the wooden spoon down onto his ass.

He hisses, but you’re already bringing the smack down on his other cheek. A grunt escapes him, but it sounds way too pleased for your taste. You spend the next several minutes applying little swats to his each ass cheek in a clockwork pattern, never letting up or taking a breather.

Mary’s slight wiggle turns into squirm. 

His squirm turns into violent jerks. 

Soft exhales of pleasure have turned into pants of endurance.

“Shit. Shit.”

His fists grip the sheets as he tries not to get away from you.

As his ass turns from a pretty blush to a deep pink into an angry red, you look on with an almost detached wonder (even if the slick on your inner thighs belies your invested interest). You almost wish you had a real paddle to switch to.

He’s still not fully hard, but his cock can’t decide if it wants to be soft or semi-full. In the meantime, it leaves sticky trails of precum over the tops of your thighs.

You keep going…12 o’clock…3 o’clock…6 o’clock…9 o’clock….

Mary’s trying not to twist off your lap as he gasps at each smack. You’re giving him no time to recover, and he’s whining into your now crumpled comforter. You’re a little embarrassed that you’ve lost count—but he's very distracting like this.

You stop, and Mary tries not to curl in on himself as he sniffles.

Smoothing a hand over his ass, you ask, “Enough?”

He rubs his face into your blanket.

You grab his ass, and he cries out.

“Yes or no, Mary.”

His heaving chest is now from his tears, but he stutters out, “A-a f-few more?”

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yes. Please.”

He’s crying, but not sobbing, so you say, “Five more on each side, and then we’re done.”

You’re trying to walk the line between giving him what he wants, but recognizing his limits—even if he himself can’t see them.

He whines in assent, and you proceed, raining down your stinging swats as Mary jerks and cries out from each blow.

“Done,” you say on the last one, and Mary finally lets go. It’s not an ugly cry, but he lets it all out into your bed until you shift his head into your lap, and then he wraps his arms around your middle as he sobs into your stomach.

“Very good, Mare,” you coo as your hands travel through his hair and over his bare skin. “You took that so well. You’re a very good boy. So, so good.”

His sobs quickly turn to hiccups, and you soothe him.

“I’m gonna get you your ice pack, ok?”

He whimpers, but his arms loosen from around you. You make sure he’s comfortable on the bed before sprinting to the fridge. The chocolates and arnica cream are already on your nightstand, but you’ve kept the glass of Pedialyte in the fridge and his ice wrap in the freezer.

When you get back, however, his mood has changed completely.

He’s on you immediately, his lips smearing across your face and his hands roving everywhere.

“Can I fuck you? I wanna fuck you. Please let me fuck you.”

You take his face in your hands and make him look at you.

“If I let you fuck me, will you let me care for you after?”

He nods emphatically. “Please.”

You strip before lying back onto the bed. Mary doesn’t seem to know where to put his face first. His lips brush yours before they’re on your neck, then in between your tits…and then back up to tangle his tongue with yours. Letting him have this, you run your fingertips down his skin as you murmur soft words of encouragement at him.

You’re still wet from the spanking, and Mary only needs to rub his cock up and down through your slit a few times before you’re slicking again. He sinks into you with a grunt, his hips not hesitating for a second before he’s pumping into you.

He tries to burrow his face into the juncture of your neck as his sweaty bare skin slip slides over yours, and you rake your nails down his moist back. Too soon for you to even try to get off, Mary lets out a series of low grunts as he cums, and you let him suck into the line of your shoulder as he does.

It’s a little irritating, but Mary’s usually so good about giving you yours that you write this one off.

He pants into your skin, and you run your fingertips up and down his dewy back.

“Good?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he murmurs.

He’s a little cranky when you extract yourself to care for him, but you manage to get everything he needs in or on him with a few firm words and gentle touches.

Soon enough, he’s lying on his stomach, ice wrap on his ass, with his head in his arms as you pick back up with your book. He dozes off easily—and you roll your eyes—but your wand is close enough at hand to ease your frustration that you fade into a doze not long after as well.

When you wake again, Mary is sprawled over you—his arm across your middle and his one leg in between yours.

He must’ve been awake, because when you stir, he’s quick to speak.

“Hey,” he rasps.

“Mmm. I feel asleep.”

He presses his lips into your pulse point.

“S’was nice.”

“Me falling asleep?”

“The spanking.”

You survey the bed and see the wrap has been abandoned.

“Shit. You need more ice, Mare?”

“No,” he murmurs into your neck. Then, “Maybe.”

You chuckle, but when you go to move, he practically shifts his bulk on top of you.

“Not yet.” His hands wander up and down your naked form. “Miss you,” he sighs.

“You’re not gone yet, Mare. And it’s only 2 weeks.” You pat his ass gently. “And you’ll have this to remember me by.”

He grunts and wiggles away from your touch.

“S’not the same.”

His hand comes up and grabs your tit.

You roll your eyes.

“Mare. I’ll be here when you come back.”

He sighs.

“Promise?”

You kiss the top of his head.

“I promise, baby.”

Next ➡️

[peanutbutterjelly-pie]

prompt: Motel

hosts: @bend-me-shape-me, @helianthus21, @pray4jensen

There is a loud yelp coming from the bathroom, instantly followed by a long string of colorful swear words.

Castiel sighs deeply as he puts the book in his hand aside and glances at the hideously green door currently separating him from the hunter.

“You alright in there?” he asks, trying to sound at least somewhat concerned. He highly doubts Dean is in any mortal danger right now, but it can't hurt to put some minimal effort into this.

“Alright?” Dean exclaims through the wood. “Are you kidding me?”

Just a moment later Castiel finds himself confronted with a very agitated looking human, his expression dark as he keeps on cursing underneath his breath and simultaneously rubbing his shower wet hair dry with an almost furious determination.

“You know I'm not alright!” Dean hisses. “This place is freaking haunted!”

Castiel suppresses the urge to sigh yet again. He's been hearing the same thing for days now and it got only worse and worse the more exhausted Dean became after this particular hunt that basically kept them up day and night.

Castiel surely thanks the stars that they managed to kill the monster just about an hour ago and will be able to drive back to the bunker bright and early the next morning.

“I can assure you this motel is not haunted,” Castiel says with as much patience as he can muster. “As I told you many times before.”

“Oh really?” Dean snorts. “The shower head dropped onto me like five times, my toe got stuck in the drain and the faucet at the sink nearly exploded into my face. You're just calling that a coincidence?”

“No,” Castiel concedes, and then quickly adds, as Dean's already preparing to get smug over this, “It's a result of low maintenance and you can surely blame the people responsible for this motel for that.” He tilts his head pensively. “Apart from your toe, of course. I assume that's a mixture of clumsiness and exhaustion on your part.”

Dean grimaces hard at him.

“What about the rusty nails on the parking lot that messed up Baby's tires?” he insists. “The burst light bulb last night? Or all those puddles all around outside that are so fucking deep they lead into Hell itself?”

Castiel arches a brow. “So you're saying something is trying to kill you?”

“You should take this seriously, man –”

“I have to admit those assassination attempts are quite unique then,” Castiel says, a quirk on his lips. “Death by puddle. That's truly a new one.”

Dean's pout gets stronger and stronger by the second. “Cas –”

“I swear to you there is nothing supernatural going on here,” the angel promises, slowly rising to his feet and stepping toward Dean. “The motel is simply in bad shape, that's why it's falling apart. And the puddles are so deep because the parking lot used to be flat like over fifty years ago and is now a proud crater landscape.”

Dean continues to grumble, but doesn't start any further arguments.

“And you running into furniture and door frames and tripping over nothing on the floor?” Castiel smiles softly and cups Dean's only semi-shaven cheek. “You're tired, Dean. Your senses don't work on full speed. And that makes you see things and get cranky along the way.”

Dean scowls at him. “I'm not cranky.”

“You are, Dean,” Castiel objects with a low chuckle. “But it's okay, I'm used to it. A lot of humans become cranky when they're exhausted. It basically begins the minute they are born –”

“I'm not a baby, Cas,” Dean protests and looks so grouchy in the process Castiel can't help falling even more in love with him.

So he's seriously not to blame when he leans in and presses his lips gently against Dean's.

Dean keeps on grumbling for a moment, apparently dead set on making his point, but soon enough, just as expected, he melts into the touch and kisses back. They pull each other close, not an inch of space between them, and simply revel in the sensation of being held.

“You're not playing fair,” Dean complains eventually, but there is no heat behind his words. Only poorly concealed affection.

“You have to know better than anyone, I've never played by the rules,” Castiel points out. “Why start now?”

Dean rolls his eyes and mumbles something not even Castiel's superior sense of hearing is able to catch before he nudges the angel toward the bed and makes them both sink onto the sheets.

“You wanna help me sleep at the very least, you smartass?” he teases and waggles his eyebrows in a probably suggestive manner. “Before I've got a chance to think of the millions of bed bugs living in this mattress.”

Castiel runs his fingers through Dean's still damp hair. “You don't need my help to fall asleep.”

“I beg to differ. I'm still not convinced this place isn't haunted.”

However, to nobody's surprise, it takes only twenty seconds for Dean to drift off and quietly snore into Castiel's neck.

And Castiel keeps on holding him the whole night.

While dreaming about carrying Dean across every single vicious puddle blocking their path  for the rest of their lives.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Kitten Ears - Part 7

Seokmin x Cat Hybrid Female!Reader

Word Count: 2949

Contents: hybrid au, reader in heat, thigh riding, fingering, unprotected spooning sex

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You were tired and cranky. Getting a good’s night sleep was always difficult during your heat and even with the post orgasm naps and sleeps this time around you were in a bad mood. You knew your emotions were running high too. You usually hit a point in your heat when your mood would start to change quickly and the smallest things could set you off. You were sure that was why you felt cranky and frustrated right now.

You weren’t crazy needy since you’d spent last night with Seungkwan but you were still a little pent up. Except you also did not want to be touched. Seungcheol had tried to hug you earlier and Joshua tried to play with and pet your hair and in both cases you hissed. You felt a little bad when Seungcheol looked upset after but Joshua just seemed concerned. He asked if you were okay and you just grumbled that you were tired. You knew you would have to find them and apologize at some point but that idea was frustrating you more than anything at the moment.

So you were in your room. The fur on your tail was standing on end and it was flicking quickly just above the bed as you held your knees to your chest. You stared at the wall, angry and frustrated for no good reason. You knew it made no sense but you couldn’t control the fact that you were upset. It had to be the mood swings and you didn’t know if anything would calm you down. You were tired and you wanted to get some sleep but your mind couldn’t stop racing through things you didn’t want to think about and anytime you had tried to lay down you could not get comfy. Your tail was in the wrong spot and nothing felt right, or you couldn’t figure out if you wanted to be on your side and which side, and your pyjamas pulled and felt uncomfortable and you didn’t want to say sorry for being mean even though you knew you should when you calmed down but it was still making you even more upset.

Your ear flicked as you heard someone just outside of your room, their weight landing on the familiar creak in the floor.You glanced at the door, watching the door handle turn. You hissed loudly as the door was pushed open, pulling your blanket up over your head as Seokmin peeked into your room.

“What do you want,” you hissed.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said unsteadily. You looked at him suspiciously and he sighed. “Fine, I’m worried about you. You never act like this and Joshua said you didn’t really tell him what was going on.”

“I’m in a bad mood,” you grumbled.

Seokmin closed the door and started to make his way into the room. “Why are you in a bad mood?”

“I just get… moody…” you muttered. “I don’t know why, probably hormones or something dumb.”

“It’s not dumb” he said softly as he sat on the edge of the bed gingerly. “But hiding away in your room probably isn’t going to help you.”

You shifted a little under her gaze/ “Everything is annoying right now,” you grumbled, your tail flicking frustratedly.

You could see the goofy grin spreading across his face and you already knew what he was thinking before he did anything.

“Am I annoying?” he asked in a silly voice.

You hid your face, fighting back a grin. “Maybe.”

“You’re not sure?” he asked cutely and you could hear him crawling closer. A small giggle left your lips as you tried to peek at him.

“If you’re not sure if I’m annoying then I can’t know if I need to try harder to cheer you up,” he said goofily, now right next to you. You giggled as you ducked your head back down, only catching a quick glimpse of his grin. You knew your tail was giving you away as you swayed it just above the bed slowly. You felt Seokmin reach around you and realized his plan too late as his fingers started moving along your sides.

You shrieked with laughter as Seokmin tickled you. You tried to wriggle out of his grip but he only pressed closer to you, laughing and trying to hold you still. You fell to the bed, twisting away from him and wiggling but his fingers moved faster, finding the more ticklish spots. Even with the tickle attack, his infectious laugh as cheering you up more than anything.

You gasped and giggled with tired movements of your tail as his fingers started to ease up. You caught your breath slowly as you looked up at him leaning over you with a smile on his face.

“Do you feel a little better?” he asked.

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting him to hold you close. His warm scent was filling your nose and he always managed to calm you down and make you feel comfortable. He stopped you as you pulled him in closer, chuckling a little as you pouted.

“You don’t wanna talk at all?” he asked amusedly.

“No,” you whined. “You’re so warm on top of me and you make me feel all nice and calm.” Seokmin sighed with a good natured grin and rested his head on your chest as you pressed kisses to his head.

“You’re sure you don’t want to talk about how you were feeling?” he asked again.

“I know I have to apologize to Joshua and Seungcheol,” you pouted. “I know I was kind of mean.”

Seokmin let his hand rest lazily against your head, playing with the edges of your ears and your hair gently. “I meant, is there anything bothering you, that triggered the mood swing?”

You bit your lip and batted away the insecure thoughts that were eating at the corners of your mind. “I don’t think so…”

Seokmin propped himself up on his elbow and gave you a sweet smile before giving you a quick kiss. “I’m just checking,” he hummed.

“Thank you for being so sweet,” you could feel some heat rising in your cheeks at the loving look he was giving you.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay. Do you want me to stay for a while?” You nodded but you couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped to his lips. He noticed and chuckled, leaning in and closing the distance.

His lips were soft against yours as he laid you back onto your pillows. His kisses were sweet and slow and his hand cupped your face gently. You let your arms wind around him and pull him closer to you. You breathed in his warm, comforting scent and sighed against his lips. You felt him smile as his thumb caressed your cheek and he pressed closer. You purred happily at his warmth and weight on top of you.

His tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you were eager for him to deepen the kiss, tightening your arms around him. His tongue slipped past your lips and he shifted, pressing his thigh gently between your legs. You could hear your own purrs getting louder as he pressed in as close as he could to you. You let your hips roll against his thigh, whining softly against his lips at the feeling.

Seokmin pulled back to look down at you. He let his fingers tangle into your hair idly as he gave you an amused smirk.

“Is this why you wanted me to stay?” he asked with a chuckle.

“N-No,” you stuttered. “But you’re warm and cozy and you smell good…” you trailed off and pouted as he sat up on his knees. You fiddled with your shirt for a moment before he grabbed your hands and pulled you up to sit. You watched him, confused as he moved to the edge of the bed before beckoning you closer. You crawled over to him, your tail swaying curiously as he kicked his jeans off, leaning him in his boxers. He sat on the edge of the bed and moved you around until you were standing in front of him. His fingers toyed with the waistband of your leggings.

"Are you feeling pent up again?" He asked.

You bit your lip nodding slightly. He normally made you feel cozy and comfortable, that was nothing new. But his scent and his warmth were working you up slowly and you wanted to be closer to him every second.

"Why don't you take these off, I have an idea."

You were quick to slip off your leggings. His hands found your hips and he played with the fabric of your panties with a smile that was bordering on a smirk.

"These too," he hummed. Your tail flicked, a little more nervous as a blush rose in your cheeks. You tried not to feel too shy as he slipped your panties down your legs slowly, letting you step out of them before guiding you to straddle one of his thighs.

He didn't say anything else, instead taking your chin in his hand gently and pulling you in for another kiss. He was quick to deepen it and you sighed against his lips as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You pressed a little closer to him, wanting to sit there and kiss him forever but already feeling the heat pooling between your legs. You knew the longer you made out with him the more you'd need relief.

You felt his hand slip from your chin to tangle into your hair. His kisses came a little rougher and his hand squeezed your hip, urging you just a bit closer.

You shifted your hips forward on his thigh and gasped at the feeling. Seokmin grinned against your lips as he pulled back from the kiss for a moment.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, guiding you to grind down on his thigh slowly.

"Yes," you mewled sweetly, wanting more of the friction against your core.

"Good," he hummed, letting his other hand fall to your hips. You let your hands move to his shoulders as he started to guide your movements. You followed the pull of his hands, rolling your hips forward and letting out a mewl.

He kept your movements slow at first, savouring the sweet sounds that were falling from your lips as you ground against his thigh. The scent of his arousal hit your nose as he tightened his grip on your hips and you whined, letting your head fall in the crook of his neck. He let out a low groan.

"God I can feel how wet you're getting," he said lowly.

You let out a whimper at his words, breaking away from the pace he was setting with his hands and pushing faster. A breathy chuckle left his lips as he let his head fall back. He let you move at the faster pace and removed one hand from your hip. You peeked down and let out a moan as he pushed his boxers down out of the way and started to pump himself slowly.

His scent only drove you faster, your movements getting sloppy on his thigh. You moaned as he flexed the muscle under you.

"T-That-"

"Did that feel good?" He said, more breathy than he meant to.

You whimpered and nodded quickly. You felt him flexing again and you moaned as you ground down as hard as you could. Your breaths came fast and your ears were pinned to your head as you chased your high. Your sharp nails dug into his shoulders and it seemed to only turn him on more as he groaned and pumped his cock a little faster. You whined as the scent of his arousal grew stronger and you caught the sight of his precum leaking from the tip of his cock.

You let out a sudden gasp as bounced his leg and flexed it again.

"P-Please a-again," you whined as your hips ground quickly on his thigh. Seokmin obliged, bouncing his leg again and sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

You let gasps and moans fall from your lips with every movement of his leg. Your chase was desperate but your body was getting more and more tired. Your pace started to slow and your whined in frustration, so close to your high and yet not able to reach it.

Your lip started to quiver as your hips stilled, a wave of frustration crashing over you. You tried to catch your breath as Seokmin lifted your head out from his neck and pushed back the hair that was stuck to you forehead, your skin slick with a sheen of sweat and he frowned at you.

“What happened?”

“It’s not enough,” you sniffled, your mood going downhill very quickly.

“Hey,” he said softly, noticing the tremble of your lips. “Hey it’s alright. We can do something else.”

“I’m too tired,” you whimpered pitifully. You knew your mood was swinging again because of how high your emotions had been running but you didn’t particularly care at the moment how whiny you sounded. Your fail flicked in frustration and you felt a lump forming in your throat. You couldn’t help your overreaction.

“It’s really okay,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Here, I know something that might work.” He pulled you onto the bed with him, ridding himself of his boxers as he went. You followed along with a whine. His hands were gentle on you, guiding you to lay down facing away from him. He pressed against your back and let his lips fall to your shoulder.

“You can just relax,” he hummed to you, his fingers slipped between your legs. “Let me take care of it okay?”

You whimpered in response as you felt his fingers teasing your entrance. He easily slipped one finger in and after pumping it a few times, followed with a second. You let out soft sighs and mews as he stretched you open, gently scissoring and curling his fingers. Your hips shifted and rolled a little tiredly against him and your tail flicked lazily against his hip as he worked his fingers into you.

You relaxed more bit by bit and let yourself get lost in the feeling, especially as he pressed a third finger into your heat. His lips sucked gently on the back of your neck. You pressed against him with a mewl as his fingers moved easily in you and with his hard cock pressed against your ass you quickly found yourself whiny and wanting more.

Seokmin read your body before you had the chance to tell him, pulling his fingers from your dripping core and cleaning them off with his tongue. You let out a small moan as you glanced back at the sight and took in the way he groaned at your taste on his tongue. You pressed your ass back against him impatiently and he chuckled.

“I’m sorry,” he hummed against your neck as he aligned himself with your entrance. “You just taste so good.” You didn’t have the time to whine at him, instead gasping from the stretch as he slowly pushed into you.

Seokmin let out a low groan as he bottomed out, pressing kisses to your shoulder and wrapping his arm securely around your waist before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you. You let out a moan at the feeling of him filling you and moving inside of you. He let his other hand sneak underneath you and between your legs. You gasped and bucked your hips as he pressed two fingers to your clit and started to rub in slow, smooth circles.

Seokmin held your hips close to him as he thrust into you at an even pace. Groans followed moans off his lips, only making the heat pool in the pit of your stomach faster. You could feel the now familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, tightening as you got close quickly, your sensitive core clenching around Seokmin’s cock and making him moan out louder into your ear. His fingers moved a little faster and he thrust into you more roughly, hitting just the right spot inside of you.

Your orgasm took you by surprise, the feeling crashing over you. Your legs shook and Seokmin held you tight to him as he started to release into you. The feeling of his warm cum spilling into you only added to the pleasure washing through your body and making you tremble.

Seokmin held you there for a few moments, kissing your shoulder lightly. His fingers stilled, resting against your clit and his arm around your waist hugged you close. You both caught your breath slowly, your ears twitching and your tail swaying lazily.

You let out a whine as he pulled out of you slowly. Seokmin tried to move away from you to clean up but you were quick to shift around and cling to him, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Don’t you want me to-” you cut him off with a quick shake of your head.

“I want you to stay right here,” you mumbled, your tail laying across his hips.

“Okay,” he hummed, relaxing. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you in until you were partially laying on top of him. You purred loudly, breathing in his scent.

“I take it you’re feeling better?” he asked with a yawn.

“A lot better,” you hummed. “Seokmin?”

“Mhm?” he asked, sounding as if he was about to fall asleep.

“Thank you.”

He kissed your head sleepily. “You’re very welcome.”

[blissfulparker]

12 days of Christmas Day.2–T.H

Summary → tom plans on proposing to you on Christmas, although when toms been gone for months and left you with Harrison who started to let his feelings for you come back, 12 days of Christmas quickly becomes 12 days of tension

Warnings→smut

A/n→so this is a series, I guess I didn’t make that super clear. There is a plot and it’s leading up to the engagement and stuff like that! Thank you so much for the feedback and support, it means a lot and I love you guys so much💓💗🥺also once again sorry for the no read more link, I can’t find my charger for my laptop and I don’t know how to do it on mobile 🤧

It was early, the sun only starting to come up and melt the snow and start the day. It was always pretty in the morning. That’s what you told tom. The snow melting against the sunrise and melting at the sunset was gorgeous. The way it glistened and was just a little bit harder because it was trying to stick together so it wouldn’t melt. It was beautiful.

Although you had woken up to the sound of the T.V. And sink running in the living room. Haz was up, he was up and you weren’t exactly ready to see him after the encounter yesterday. Some people would call it dramatic but you...it was hard for you to not feel guilty for being so Oblivious someone else’s feelings. The strange part was, part of November he had a girlfriend, well...a hookup. More like a girl he took on dates and she took him home. You thought they were both lonely, looking for maybe a fuck and maybe something serious. Although she met you, Tom, Harry, tuwaine, then things ended. It was strange and you never questioned it.

You pulled out extra socks and a thicker hoodie. One that made you feel a lot warmer and one that made you feel closer to tom.

You turn off the lights to your mini Christmas tree you had in your room and look down at the presents already stocked there. Two big boxes and three little ones. You could tell whose was whose. Toms were the neat wrapped ones in snowflake Christmas paper. You loved wrapping presents so you could always make them look just like the movies. Toms were somewhat messy, same paper but very bumpy. It was always the actual gift that matter though not the skills of wrapping.

Your feet dragged you out into the living room. You see haz sitting on the couch watching some lousy Christmas movies and eating cereal. Netflix Christmas movies were always the ones to be made fun of, laugh at the story and how gross the love story was.

“Good morning.” You say in a sing song voice. You did it every morning and you thought maybe the best way to handle the situation was to ignore it. Ignore and move on because maybe he wanted to deal with his feelings without you there, maybe you trying to help would make it worse. The last thing you wanted to do was loose Harrison as a friend, the last thing you wanted was for Tom and Harrison to split up.

“Morning.” His voice was no different than it was any other morning so it was good, everything was okay.

“What time you go to bed last night?” You tried to keep a normal conversation as you pulled out some oatmeal for breakfast.

“Usual, around 12am? Played on the Xbox and then headed to sleep.” He told you as you nodded. “How about you?”

“Oh around eleven. Talked to tom, took a shower, read a bit of my book. It was nothing much.” You gave him the usual rundown.

“I took Tess for a walk so you don’t have to worry about her.” He told you and you nodded.

“Thanks.” You see the dog at your feet and give her a piece of bacon you found from the counter. It probably was quickly heated in the microwave from haz because he didn’t really cook. Neither did tom but you taught him over the years, over both years.

“Hey, so...the party tonight…” he trailed on as he got up from his spot on the couch. “Mind if I invite Amanda?” He asks. The girl from November. The girl that acted a little strange but then stopped seeing haz. She was strange, although if he needed her to get over you, then yes, it was terrible but yes.

“Oh, the girl from November? From the coffee shop?” You asked as that was how they met.

“Yeah, black hair, green eyes, olive skin?” He describes her. Were you a little jealous of Amanda? Yes. Every boy was all over her. Even tom admitted for thinking she was hot but then said she was off and wouldn’t be worth it for him if he wasn’t with you. And he had you and loved you more than anything.

“Of course.” You tell him as you go to grab a mug for coffee. “You two...a thing?” You point with your fingers and he nods.

“Well...kinda. It’s off and on.” He lies. He texted her last night when he was horny and they sexted for the whole night. He wasn’t playing Xbox, he was talking to Amanda and she was coming to fuck.

One thing about Amanda was that she didn’t like Harrison, or you. She liked tom. She liked him a lot. She thought he was infatuating and wanted him. But then she saw him with you and realized to back off. She didn’t feel so bad for liking tom though because haz had his eyes on you. It was no secret with Amanda. They liked people they couldn’t get. Typical, sad, but true.

“She’s pretty.” You told him. You were being honest and if Harrison had a new girlfriend coming in, good for him.

“Thanks.” He says and you go back into adding the strawberries into your oatmeal. “Toms pretty too.” He teases and you laugh.

“I’ll tell him that. He’ll need the validation especially from you.” You tease and he laughs.

“So uhh…” he starts and you start to get nervous. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was being dumb and blind. I’m sorry if I offended you, that wasn’t my intention at all.” He says and you shake your head.

“I’m over it. It’s fine.” You take a sip of your coffee. “Do you...did you...are you…” you start and he nods.

“I do. I do. but you’re happy with tom. Toms happy with you. I can’t do that to myself or any of you. I was being selfish in the moment and I’m sorry. Don’t worry about me, there’s someone out there that’s perfect for me the way tom is perfect for you, and Vice versa.”

“I hope you find that girl.” You pat his shoulder In a friendship way and he smiles. A soft smile that still hurts but is something new.

“Thanks.” He gets caught in your eyes. For a second he thinks about Amanda, calling her off, but then he thinks he shouldn’t be in love with you. Tom is proposing in 11 days(counting today) he can’t be in love with his best friends fiancé.

“What’s going on here?” Toms voice makes you jump. You set your coffee mug on the counter and run over to tom. You jump on his body and pepper his face in kisses.

“Mmh, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you!” Your cheery personality makes harrison swallow hard and toms heart spin. The red head mess of curls cover in snow comes in behind him shutting the door. Harry holds another suitcase of Toms and comes in to take Harrison away so you and tom can have some time alone.

“I’ve missed you more than you could imagine princess.” He kisses your neck before setting you down.

“You must be starving! How did you get home so early? I thought it wasn’t until two—“ you started and he smiled and pulled you into a kiss.

“I booked an earlier flight.” He kisses your cheek and you two almost eye fuck in the middle of the living room before you look over and see Harry standing akwardly there.

“I’ve missed you too Harry.” You let go of Tom and go over to hug him tightly. Your hug throws him off but he sinks into it feeling like you were the older sister that protects him from Tom. Especially when Tom was cranky.

“Excited to see the human embodiment of holiday cheer.” He teases and you pinch his shoulder.

“touché.” You go back over to tom and he wraps his arms around you.

“Well Harrison, it’s your lucky day. I’m here to save you while these two fuck like rabbits.” Harry says straight up and tom punches him. Harry grips into his shoulder and Harrison lets out a soft chuckle.

“I guess it really is my lucky day isn’t it.” He says and then looks at the two of you who can’t get enough of each other. “I’ll be out in a second, let me go get changed.” Haz leaves the room and it leaves you, Harry, and tom. Harry looks off at his phone and you are back to being in love with tom. Your one true love.

“Mmh, while you were gone I got you more presents.” You told him as you played with the hair that was coming back.

“I’m about to give you a present when they leave.” He lets his hands grip your ass and you squeal and Harry groans.

“Harrison hurry up!” He yells and tom gives him a look. You could tell when Tom and Harry spent too much time together, they got annoyed with each other pretty fast. But they still loved each other at the end of the day and were the playful brothers they always were.

“I can’t wait to do this every fucking day.” He grumbled into your ear so Harry couldn’t hear just how horny he was. You laugh and let him kiss your neck as you enjoy his kisses.

“You do get this everyday. You’ve just had to wait because of filming.” You scratch at his back and Harry looks at the both of you shocked.

“Harrison—!” He starts but Haz jogs out of the room with his phone and wallet to be with Harry for the day.

Harrison catches a glimpse at the two of you practically begging them to leave to fuck. He feels a pang but moves on. Hes got Amanda, some sweet, pretty girl he found a month ago. Sweet pretty girl that can suck his dick really good.

“Bye guys, we don’t wanna be uncles yet by the way!” Harry calls, Tom chuckles and press more kisses on your neck. He pushes you back into the couch causing you to fall and tumble over. You giggle at his neediness and he keeps pressing kisses.

“Missed you more than you know.” He mumbles into your skin. You play with his hair and tilt your head back to give him access.

“I think I might’ve missed you more.” You let your hands roam to lift his shirt and he gladly takes it off. He shivers a little but will soon be warmed up by your body against his.

“Impossible.” He let his hands slip under your shirt and cup your breast. You arch your back as you swore his hands got bigger and they were much colder.

“Let me take care of you?” You ask pulling at his trousers. He smirks and as much as he’d want your lips on him sucking him until he sees stars, he wants to take care of you first.

“My turn first darling.”

-

You lay back in your own bed completely fucked out. Your legs sore and you don’t even think you’re in the mood to make an appearance at your own holiday party. Tom went to go clean himself up and brought the rag into the room to clean you up.

“Do you know what’s up with Haz?” He asks. He takes the cold rag and cleans you up. He mumbles a ‘sorry’ and kisses your bruises and hickies he’s left by accident.

“I don’t wanna talk about our best mate when we’re naked.” You whine as you stretch your hands over your head. He chuckles as he comes back up and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry,” he throws the rag on the ground and you reach for your hoodie since you’re cold. “But he seemed weird the other day when I called him. Mostly to check up on you but it was like he was ignoring you.”

Tom wasn’t gonna lie, he was a little standoffish about leaving you and him alone. He trusted you, he trusted him, but three years ago Harrison said how beautiful you were and how much he wanted a girl like you. It was over a couple of drinks and you and Tom were only about 6 months into dating so he didn’t really worry about it considering it’s been a few years. He assumed he got over his little crush on you since there’s been several girls since.

Although haz having a crush on you now wouldn’t surprise him. He’s noticed how Harrison will get a little flirty with you in the room and how your naturally chippy personality does not help him. He knows you’re loyal, he’s known you’ve been in cheating relationships and how it broke your heart. He knows you wouldn’t cheat on him and how much you love him. And in eleven days he’d call you his fiancé. Then you’d probably have a summer or fall wedding next year and everything would be absolutely perfect. You'd be his wife and probably have a kid in three years. He couldn’t wait, he absolutely couldn’t wait.

“That’s strange, when were you talking to him?” You asked turning to your side. His arm was loosely wrapped around you and he couldn’t unlock his eyes from yours.

“Like two nights ago.” He shrugged and you tried to think and you couldn’t. You couldn’t really think of anything that could make him irritated other than maybe his feelings.

“Who knows.” You shrug and your eyes go over to the tree and the presents.

There were a few big ones, you knew what you got tom and you’d only hoped he’d love it. You knew he’d love the matching necklaces you got for each other and the shoes that he’s been wanting for months. You also knew he’d like the Apple Watch and regular watch you got him. You loved spoiling Tom on Christmas and he knew it.

“What’s that itty bitty box?” You have been fascinated with the small box that was poorly wrapped.

“That’s a Christmas surprise darling.” He poked your nose and you scrunched it.

“But what if we played the ‘open one present’ game?” You pout and he shakes his head.

“Then I’d tell you to pick something else.” He kisses your jaw and you threw your head back. You could go another round and not prepare for tonight, or you could start cooking now.

“Tom,” you moan and he rolls over to be on top of you. “I’ve missed you, but I need to get started for tonight.” You start new scratches on his back. He kisses your cheek and pouts.

“Mmh, we’ve got a couple of hours.” He looks over at the alarm clock that reads “2:15” he ignores it thinking the party doesn’t start until six so he has time.

“Yeah, but I need to prepare for the amount of boys in my house tonight.” You tell him and he lifts his head from your neck.

“Your house? I live here too!” He furrows his brows and you push him off.

“If we get done by 5:00 I’ll let you have me of the whole hour. And I’m all yours tomorrow.” You wink and he rolls to slip on his joggers and sweatshirt.

“You know what? Cooking sounds really good right now.” He says in a serious voice. You chuckle as he gets up real excited.

“I love you.” You get up out of bed and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Love you too sweetheart.” He kisses your forehead and you rest your head against his chest. “So...we making treats or what?” He is trying to move as fast as possible to get back into bed.

“Calm down, I know you’re excited.” You say and he pulls your lips onto his, his one last chance to try and get you into bed. He leaves a long sweet kiss and he can already feel himself getting hard. It’s not his fault he missed you for so long and he made a bet with Harrison for no nut November, he won but still he was beyond horny.

“Please one more round babe I’m begging you.” He whimpers and you feel his hard on poking your legs.

“I’m actually all fucked out and will be surprised if I can walk tonight but I can take care of you.” You slowly go down to your knees and he looks over to the clock seeing how it’s now “2:21”.

“Ten minutes tops?” He looks down at you with already blushed red face, he needs this, really needs this.

“Ten minuets or you wait the rest of the night.” You tease and he twitches in his pants.

“Deal.”

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Best Part of Me -Chapter 45

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Koen arrives shortly before eleven in the morning; making the thirty six hour pilgrimage in the same clunky, rusted pick up he’s been driving for twenty years. It’s beat up and weathered just like its owner; rough and battered on the surface, but full of piss and vinegar below. He’s big and he’s broad and he’s brash; a steely, gritty determination that matches the scruff on his face.

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he grumbles as he climbs out of the old truck; Sadie the cattle dog enthusiastically jumping out after him. He doesn’t hesitate wrapping Tyler in a warm right hug; a brotherly embrace that comes with fighter battles- for country and self- together. And there’s a smirk on his face when he holds the much taller, muscular man out at arms length and directs a playful slap to the back of his head. “You get uglier every time I see you.”

“Almost due, yeah?” Tyler taps the back of his hand against Koen’s stomach. “Hope it doesn’t look like its old man. Doctor might slap its face instead of its ass.”

“I oughta slap YOUR face. What with the amount fo shit that comes out of it. Well...well...well..” he gives Esme a long, slow whistle and a playful as wink as she steps out onto the front porch and then heads down the driveway.  “I think I see my future third ex wife.”

“I’m ready when you are. But you’d have to fight this one.” She lays a hand on the small of Tyler’s back, rubbing softly. “And I don’t think that’s the hill you want to die on.”

Koen eyes his old friend from head to toe, nodding slowly. “I could take him. He’s not that tough. All show and no go. Never underestimate us old guys; we’re full of tricks. He’s a chink in that armour somewhere. Cutie like you is worth showing hands for. Even if I do get my ass handed to me.”

He warmly embraces her, then presses a kiss to both cheeks.

“Why are you still hanging around with this guy?” He asks, nodding in Tyler’s direction and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You a glutton for punishment or something?”

“He’s surprisingly entertaining to live with.”

“What’s his secret? For landing the likes of you AND keeping you?”

“You want the family friendly answer or the x rated one?”

Koen grins. “So THAT’S it. He knows what he’s doing in the bedroom.”

Tyler smirks. “Bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom…”

“I’m starting to understand how you all managed to have kids. Mating like rabbits all the time. He treating you good outside of those things? ‘Cause if he ain’t, you just let me know and I’ll set his ass straight. Could have used you a couple of years before you showed up. You could have straightened him out before he became such a mess.”

“Well he’s doing pretty good now,” she gives Tyler a soft smile. “I think he’s as straightened out as he’s going to get. We have to keep some of that edge. What do you think sucked me in in the first place?”

“Thought maybe it was his pretty blue eyes and his boyish charm. Definitely wasn’t his face. I don’t know how you look at that mug every day. How do you wake up beside that every morning? You like torturing yourself?”

“Why do you think I sleep with my back towards him? So when I wake up, I’m NOT looking at him.”

“Atta girl,” Koen chuckles. That’s the Esme I remember. The one with the smart ass comments and the nice…”

Tyler smirks. “Don’t even finish that sentence, mate. Don’t make it weird.”

“Smile,” Koen finishes. “I was going to say smile.”

“Sure you were,” Tyler scoffs.

“I’ll let you two catch up,” Esme says. “I’ve got Ovi alone with a teething toddler and a cranky newborn. I can’t torture him too much.” She tousles Koen’s thinning hair and then stands on her tiptoes as Tyler leans down to press a kiss to her lips.

The two men stand side by side as she turns and heads for the house, Sadie already following at her heels. Watching the way her hips gently sway and the denim of her shorts hug every curve.

Digging his elbow into Tyler’s side, Koen grins up at him. “She does have a nice ass.”

***

They retreat to the garage. Tyler pulling two beers from the bar fridge and twisting the caps off both; hanging one to Koen and keeping the other for himself.

As soon as the bottle touches his lips, he notices the frown that takes over his old friend’s face; the concern in Koen’s eyes and the deep furrows in his brow. He knows what’s going through the other man’s head. That he’s remembering the old days; when the promise of only having one or two beers turned into downing a dozen or more. When his existence was spent in a drunken fog and there’d be times when days would pass before he’d make any contact with the outside world and Koen would show up at the shack to make sure he was still alive. He’s seen all of Tyler’s inebriated moods; the friendly, talkative and overly affectionate drunk, the one that’s volatile and vicious and wouldn’t know when to stop hitting a guy during a fight, the emotional and weepy one that would cry as he talked about his dead son.

“What the ever loving fuck,” Koen drawls. “I thought you were clean.”

“I was.”

“The wife know about this?”

“No. I keep a secret stash of booze in the garage and drink myself into a stupor and she never notices. What do you think, mate? It’s not something you can hide.”

“I think you’re a fucking drongo is what I think.”

“We talked about it,” Tyler says. “Agreed that there’s worse I could be doing. I’ve been slipping. Badly. Especially with everything that’s been going on. All the fucking stress with this Mumbai bullshit and all the threats and all the worry and…”

“You weak bastard.”

Had anyone else said that. Tyler would have had them laid out, unconscious, with one punch. But they’ve known each other a long time; they’d shed buckets of blood, sweat, and tears together. He knows Koen’s heart; he has nothing but the best of intentions in mind.

“You don’t know what it’s been like,” Tyler says, and takes a long swig of his beer. “Everything that’s been going on.”

“No. I don’t. But I do know that you’ve got a beautiful wife that loves you -for whatever goddamn reason- and five kids. And they don’t need this bullshit. They don’t deserve this. They deserve a sober you. Not a drunk you. What the hell is wrong with you? You get a life...a regular life...an amazing life...and you go and fuck it up?”

“I’m not fucking anything up. I’ve got it under control.”

“You used to say that all the time. And it was never under control. I don’t understand you. You find someone...someone amazing...that thinks the sun shines out of your ass. You make a life for yourself. You become a daddy again. And you go back to this? Back to how you were before you got so lucky? You sure your brain didn’t get more damaged than those doctors say?

“I’m not going back to anything,” Tyler insists. “I’m not going to be like I was before. I’m not gonna be that bad. Not even close to it. I’m not going to spend every day drinking. I promised her that. That I’d keep things from getting that far.”

“And you really think you’ll be able to control that? That you’ll be able to stop after a couple? Or a few. I know you.”

“You knew the old me. I’m not that guy anymore.”

“I know once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic.”

Tyler smirks and takes a seat on the edge of the work bench.

“You still won’t admit it, will you. You don’t even like hearing the word, never mind saying it. I love you, mate. You know I do. But that’s what you are. You ARE an alcoholic. You won’t be able to control this. Not when it really takes over.”

“I’m not going to let it take over. I know what I’m doing. I know what I can and can’t control. So get off my ass about it.”

“Do you want to end up like him? Your old man?”

Tyler’s eyes narrow. “I’m nothing like him.”

“You saw what booze did to him. How it changed him. Is that what you want? You want it to change you like that? Because it will. And I’d sit back and let it happen if it was just you. If you were still a single guy wallowing in your own self pity. I’d let you spend the rest of your life as a pathetic drunk. But you’ve got a wife and kids. What about them? How are they going to feel when the booze takes over and you become a different person? When you start losing your shit on them and raising your hand to your wife?”

“I would never...ever...raise my hand to her.” Tyler snarls. “I would never touch her like that.”

“It’ll control you. You won’t be able to stop it. When the booze lies to you and tells you something she said was meant to piss you off or that she looked at you the wrong way. It’ll be the booze that takes over and hits her. You won’t be able to control that.”

“Like hell I won’t.”

“You won’t even know what you’re doing.”

“I will kill myself the day I ever think about hurting her. I’m not going to beat my wife. Or my kids. I’d die for them. In a heartbeat. I’m not going to hurt them.”

“You better hope not that never happens,” Koen warns. “Because I will come down here and beat you within an inch of your life, then I’ll stop and let you catch your breath, and then I’ll beat you all over again. You hear me? I will bring you to the brink of death and then I’ll take your wife and your kids, and get them away from you. I’ll make sure they’re safe. Somewhere you can’t find them. Understand me?”

Tyler nods, beer clutched tightly in his hand, eyes staring down the neck of the bottle.

“I love you, mate. But I won’t tolerate that shit. You fuck up your life, I’ll fuck YOU up. That’s not a threat. That’s a promise. Now…” Koen takes a swallow of his beer. “...where’s all these days? I wanna see all the toys.”

Tyler finishes his drink and slides off the edge of the work bench, leaving the empty behind and grabbing himself another beer. Ignoring Koen’s heavy sigh and shake of the head; twisting off the cap and taking a sip before fishing a set of keys out of the side pocket of his cargo shorts. Five gun lockers -as full as they can get- sit along one wall, along with four army style trunks secured with padlocks. And he opens them all; stepping back as Koen surveys the contents.

“Jesus...Christ…” his friend breathes, and emits a long whistle. “...if it ain’t the promised land. Most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. Other than your wife’s ass.”

Tyler smirks.

“Where the hell did you get all this? HOW’D you get all this?”

“I gotta guy. There’s more where that came from.”

“How much that cost you?”

“I called in a debt I was owed. Everything above and beyond this will cost me.”

Koen’s eyes narrow. “How much?”

Tyler shrugs.”I’m not worried about that.”

“You swimming in money or something? Living large and in charge? Not even that five million you told me about would last that long buying shit like this.”

Less than ten minutes after Tyler had called Anil to let him know that they were accepting his proposal, the contract was sent to them in a secure file through email. An hour later, seven million dollars was transferred into his bank account; the original offered amount, plus an extra five hundred grand for ‘being so prompt'.

“Esme and I struck a deal with someone,” he explains. “Brother of the guy that helped get her and Ovi across the bridge.”

“That Saju fella?”

“His younger brother owns his own security business. He had a hard time finding mercs to do the real dirty jobs and he offered us a good deal to partner with him. Huge money if we’d supply him with mercs when he needs them.”

“What kind of money we talking about?”

“Each guy would get seventy five grand per job. Plus all travel and medical paid.”

“Shit…”

“And a bonus if things get done in good time and up to his specifications.”

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think I’m going to like working for you,” Koen chuckles.

“He’s going with us. To Mumbai. He’s going to be the one to take care of Mahajan. He has a score to settle. And he deserves a chance to finish things. For his brother.”

Koen nods in understanding. “Do you know who these pricks are yet?”

“I do. I know their names, their faces, where they live. I know who they hang out with, where they hang out.”

“How many we talking about?”

“Fifteen. Twenty.”

Koen’s eyes widen.

“I figure if we can get a handful of ‘em in one place, we can take a bunch out at one go.”

“How the hell are we gonna do that?”

Tyler shrugs. “We’ll figure something out when we get there. I figure with the kid with us, we’ll be able to get all the information we need. Might be able to find out where a group of them are getting together.”

“The kid’s coming with us? Why?”

“Do YOU speak Hindi? ‘Cause I sure as hell don’t.”

“They don’t speak English over there?”

“How welcoming do you think  they’re going to be? You really think they’re going to be willing to help a bunch of white guys? We need the kid. He can get us closer to these guys than we could ever get on our own. Use his father’s name. His influence.”

“We’re gonna get him killed is what we’re gonna do.”

“He’s tough,” Tyler says. “Resilient. I’m not too worried about him. You and  your slow ass have me more worried.”

Koen scowls. “Fuck you, mate. This is some crazy shit you’ve got us going into.”

“About as crazy as it gets,” Tyler agrees.

“You sure this is the right way to go about things? Going there and hunting these fellas down?”

“Better than the alternative.”

“Which is?”

“They come here and kill my wife and my kids.”

“Won’t be able to do that if we’re here to stop ‘em,” Koen reasons.

“I don’t want them getting that close. I’d rather hunt them on their own territory. Take them by surprise. Not the other way around.”

“I can understand that, but…”

“Who's the one that’s done this before? Who’s been in the job already?”

“Don’t pull rank with me. You’re still a kid in my old eyes.”

“I’m also your boss,” Tyler reminds him. “I sign your checks. And if you don’t want to do this, I can find someone else. The job isn’t for everyone.”

Koen frowns. “You think I can’t handle it?”

“You think you can?”

“I know I can. I’m just asking if you think this is the right way to do things. If going there is really the best idea.”

“I don’t want them anywhere near my family,” Tyler says, as he finishes his beer and then locks up the gun cabinets and trunks and once pockets the keys. “I don’t want them even coming remotely close to them. So if you’re having second thoughts and want to back out…”

“I ain’t backing out of shit. I’m in this ‘til the end. You think I’m going to let your sorry ass go there alone? Someone’s gotta keep you from fucking up and shooting yourself in the foot or something.”

A soft, repetitive knock on the door that leads from the garage into the house captures their attention. And Esme -with a now quiet and content Addie on her arm- gives an apologetic smile when both men glance over her in direction.

“Sorry,” she says. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. But are you guys hungry? Ovi’s making lunch. Enough to feed an army. And as Tyler can tell you, that kid can cook.”

“Should be a chef,” Tyler addresses his old friend. “He’s THAT good.”

“I could eat,” Koen nods. “Now get in here, cutie. I wanna see the new little rugrat. I hear you finally one that doesn’t look like this jackass.”

“She’s definitely all her mom,” Tyler confirms, and he drapes his arm around his wife’s shoulders and presses a kiss to the side of her head when she stands beside him.

It’s only been thirty hours since their early morning blow out, but things are better; neither of them have raised their voices or gotten irritable with one another. There’s been no harsh words or hurt feelings; both surprisingly calm and relaxed. The sealed deal with Anil and the finality of heading to Mumbai has brought a sense of closure; both still worried and feeling the side effects of tremendous stress, but dealing with it together instead of taking it out on each other.

“Oh my goodness…” Koen gushes, a rare softness creeping into his voice and face as the baby is placed in his arms. “...you’re a wee one, ain’t ya? Barely weigh a thing! How does something as tiny as you come from something as big as your daddy? She does look like her mom,” he says, as he smiles at them. “Only one I don’t feel sorry for.”

Tyler smirks. “Are you calling my kids ugly?”

“No kid is ugly. You on the other hand? You fell out of the ugly tree and every damn branch on the way down. This little miss though…” he grins down at the baby. “...is everything that is perfect in this world. I remember holding your sister when she was born. And your daddy crying like a baby when he came out and said it was a girl.”

“He cried with each one.” Esme says. “But he was the worst with the twins.”

Tyler grins and playfully tugs at her ponytail. “Why do you have to rat me out like this?”

“I don’t blame him,” Koen says. “Two boys in shot. Two sons. Especially after...well you know...after Austin.”

A somber mood falls over them. Tyler had been extra emotional when the twins had been born. They’d held off on finding out the sexes beforehand; preferring to be completely surprised the second time around. Esme had been adamant they were both boys or a boy, girl combination; he’d been pretty sure he was destined to have more daughters. So when the doctor had announced that the first one was a boy, the tears had been immediate. Another son after losing Austin seemed unbelievably perfect; a chance to make up for all the wrong he’d committed the first time around. The arrival of the second boy...only four minutes later...had been overwhelming.

“Can’t wait to meet those two,” Koen breaks the silence. “And their little brother. If they’re anything like their dad…”

“They’re just like them.” Esme says. “Inside AND out. You’ll see when you meet them. They look just like him. Especially Tanner with the old haircut. And I warn you now, Millie is not the little baby you remember.”

“She’s a pain in the ass,” Tyler tells him.

“So she’s just like her old man, too,” Koen chides.

“Oh she is,” Esme laughs. “More like Tyler than the boys are. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. She’s a little…”

“Extra,” Tyler finishes for her.

“Almost six going on sixteen,” Esme says. “I’ll go and help Ovi finish up. You guys can keep on her? She’s got quite the temper, Koen. She’s tiny but feisty.”

“Like I said,” Tyler squeezes the back of her neck. “Just like her mom.”

“Yeah, but she has YOUR temper. Already. Lunch will be ready in a few minutes. If you guys can make sure things are locked up out here? The last thing I need is Declan getting out here and getting into things he shouldn’t be into. I don’t need an eighteen month old mercenary, thank you very much.”

“I’ll make sure,” Tyler promises, and gives her a chaste kiss before she heads for the door.

“You lucky bastard,” Koen remarks, when she disappears back into the house. “I hope you realize you got going for you. That you’re not going to just piss it all away. Any man would want what you have. Someone who loves you THAT much. Who’s totally devoted and loyal no matter how many times you fuck up.”

Tyler smirks. “You’re really handing out the lecture today.”

“Someone needs to. You’re teetering on a very thin ledge here. That woman is only going take your shit for so long. No matter how much she loves you. You’re going to mess up so bad one day that she’s going to say ‘fuck it’ and leave your ass and take the kids with her. Don’t think she can’t do it without you. Because she can. And she will if she has to.”

“I know she will.”

“Break her heart, I break your face. And your legs,” Koen says. “And that’s a promise.”

****

The bar is packed with a wide selection of clientele. Conceited college jocks in backwards baseball caps, baggy jeans and t-shirts that are that show off underwhelming physiques and girls in mini dresses and skin tight pants and way too much makes who that are far too invested in guys that can’t grow proper facial hair and never do full reps at the gym.   There’s flush faced businessmen with their ties and suit jackets missing and their dress shirts wrinkled and the top three buttons undone. Blue collared workers that smell like sweat and are covered in dust and grime; still wearing their bright orange safety vests, their steel toed boots covered in the powder from drying cement and asphalt. And then there’s the tourists. The ones that mean well with the I LOVE OZ t-shirts and mini version of the country’s flag tucked in their back pockets or sticking out of their purses; who love the accent ‘so much’ that they resort to trying to copy it.

Tyler doesn’t even know why he’s here. It’s the LAST place he wants to be; the crowd, the noise, that pulsating of blaring music and too many conversations taking place at once. It’s all too much; too much laughter, too much energy, too many people and squeezing and pressing against you.  He’s always preferred quieter settings; too much noise and activity bothering his PTSD and triggering his anxiety. It has become especially bad since returning from New Zealand; choosing to stick with his own home, his own property, his own people. It’s his ‘safe place’; where he’s most comfortable and secure and he’s in full control of everything that happens around him.

This is chaos. Too many bodies. Too many voices. The lights too bright. So he takes four anti anxiety tablets that he’d stashed in one of the front pockets of his jeans before leaving the house; washing them down with the remains of a glass of scotch before heading to the bar.

He’s comfortably drunk. Not slurring his speech or stumbling and swaying as he walks, yet too too far gone to be considered tipsy.  At the stage where he can still form coherent thoughts and speech, yet the tips of his gingers and his toes are starting to tingle; colors seeming dull and faded. He’s unsure of just how much he’s consumed. Losing track after helping polish off four pitchers of beer, downing five scotches, and taking part in five rounds of shots; a potent mixture of Jack Daniels and tequila.  He makes his way through the crowd. Noticing the way the college girls -used to less mediocre bodies of their boyfriends and schoolmates- check him out. The jocks either glare at him or stare in wide eyed amazement; both impressed and intrigued -and maybe even a little jealous- at the size of his arms and shoulders and the width of his back.  

He orders a scotch for himself and two pitchers of beer and another round of shots for the table. Sipping his drink as he watches Koen and Nathan -who’d arrived in the early afternoon- goad Ovi into guzzling half a pitcher of beer in one go. It’s an initiation of sorts. The kid finally ‘playing with the big boys'.  He can handle his liquor; figuratively AND literally. Barely spilling a drop on himself as he downs the brew in record time.   And Tyler is on his second sip of own drink when he feels someone sidle up beside him. A little TOO close. Glancing down at the slender, smooth forearm that’s intentionally resting against his on top of the bar. A smirk curving his lips at the intrusion; looking down into a pair of sparkling green eyes staring up at him.

“I’m Beth,” she says.

“I’m married,” he counters.

She smiles. “You don’t recognize me, do you.”

“Am I supposed to?”

“Miss Spence. From…”

He nods in recognition. “Millie’s teacher.”

Her smile brightens and she nods. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“I’ve never been here. You come here a lot? It’s Wednesday.”

“You think teachers don’t drink?”

“Not on school nights, I guess I don’t.”

“We all need to unwind somehow,” she reasons. “Those your friends?” She nods in the direction of the table, where Nathan is setting up the shots and Koen is looking over at the bar, watching Tyler with a frown on his face.

“Yeah,” he says. “Work buddies. The young one...with the dark skin...that’s my son.”

“Your son?” She looks confused. “I thought…”

“He’s adopted. Sort of. It’s a long story.”

“That’s a heck of a scar,” she comments, fingertips boldly tracing the jagged, thick line that runs horizontally across his right bicep, just below the sleeve of his t-shirt.

The wound had been brutal and deep; slicing almost straight to the bone when he’d caught his arm on a protruding piece of rebar when he and Ovi had jumped from the moving truck in Dhaka.  Esme had stitched it up at Gaspar’s house; using a needle and dental floss. It had been nothing short of a miracle that the damn thing had never gotten infected.

“Work injury.” Tyler says, and moves his arm away.

“The ones on your face too?”

“They’re everywhere. The scars.”

“All from work?”

He nods. “Mostly.”

“Hell of a job you must have had.”

He takes a swig of scotch. “It had its moments.”

“So what ARE doing here?” Beth inquires. “This doesn’t seem to be your kind of place. I was surprised when you walked in.”

Tyler frowns. “I’ve been here for two hours.”

“It took me that long to get up the courage to talk to you.”

Fuck. This is the LAST thing he wants. Or needs. “I’m not interested.”

She sips her beer. “In what?”

“Whatever the hell you came over to me for.”

“Just to talk. You’re not in the mood to talk?”

“I'm not much of a talker.”

“The strong, silent type,” she smiles, the bottle presses against her lips. “Mysterious, almost.”

“Nothing mysterious about me. I’m just a regular guy.”

“What DO you do for a living?”

“I own my own business.”

“What kind of business.”

The lie rolls easily off his tongue. “Private security.”

“Intriguing. So why ARE you here? Trouble in paradise?”

Tyler scowls. “What?”

“Beautiful wife, beautiful kids. Nothing is as perfect as it seems. Not if you’re here drinking in the middle of the week and not at home with your family.”

“I’m just here with some buddies that came to town to visit.”

“That’s it?”

He nods. “That’s it.”

“You’re not here for something more?” She trails her fingernails down his forearm, and he yanks it away.

“I’m married.”

“Happily?”

“Very.”

“She doesn’t need to know. I can keep a secret.”

“You’re my daughter’s teacher. Isn’t that against some sort of rule? No coming on to any of your students’ parents?”

“It’s not advised. But it DOES happen.”

“Well it’s not going to happen with me. I have a wife. That I love. That I wish I was home with and fucking right now. Because believe me, nothing you have, nothing any other woman has, no other pussy in the world, can hold a candle to hers. I’m not interested. I’ll never be interested. So if you don’t mind, fuck off.”

Beth blinks.

“I’m serious. Go. Go find an available dick to hop on. Mine’s taken.”

Blushing furiously, she gives a dramatic huff and swallows the remains of her drink. Angrily shoving him before stomping off.

“Fuck me…” Tyler mutters, then finishes his scotch and orders another.

****

He passes out during the cab ride home; vehemently protesting when Koen and Ovi both shake him awake. Bitching at him to ‘get his shit together’ while Nathan chuckles about how much trouble he’s going to catch the second he walks through the front door.

Everything is altered; colors less vibrant, sounds muted or coming in as if he’s listening to them underwater. Conversations make no sense; words out of order, some sounding foreign. It’s been a while since he’s been this drunk. Where his limbs seem impossibly heavy and he can’t feel his feet and his lips are numb. He couldn’t even remember his own address when the cabbie asked for it, or how long he’d managed to stay awake before he’d passed out with his head on Ovi’s shoulder.

But the suffering is gone; mentally AND physically. There’s no stress, no worry. No wondering if Millie is going to wake up the morning of her sixth birthday and suddenly have cancer. Or if Mahajan’s people will break in the middle of the night and slaughter his entire family. There’s no pain in his shoulder or knee. Everything is numb and comfortable and he’s never felt so relaxed.

It takes him three tries to get his key in the lock on the front entrance before he drops them for a fourth and final time, resorting to pounding on the door and ringing the bell. Within minutes she’s answering; clad in one of his hoodies over a night shirt that skims the tops of her knees. Hair messy from sleep, a mixture of annoyance and fury in her eyes.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Esme hisses.

“Did you change the locks?

She shakes her head in disbelief. “Yes, Tyler. I called a locksmith while you were out and changed every lock on the house. Just because. Do you know what time it is?”

“I know it's late.”

“It’s one in the morning.”

“My key didn’t work.”

“Oh my God,” she mutters, and grabs a hold of the front of his shirt and yanks him inside. Pausing before closing the door as Ovi and Koen linger in the driveway, watching intently; the former giving a sheepish ‘sorry’ before they disappear around the side of the house. “What the hell did you do?” she asks, and then closes the door and sets both the deadbolt and the alarm.

Tyler leans against the wall in order to keep upright, attempting to toe off his boots. Unsuccessfully.  “I’m a little drunk.

“A little?” she scoffs, then drops to one knee in front of him and tends to undoing and losing the laces on his boots.

“I’m a lot drunk, actually. And while you’re down there,” he smirks; and lays a hand on the back of her head.

“That’s the LAST thing you’re getting tonight,” Esme huffs, as she slaps his hand away and stands. “Why would you wear those boots to a bar?”

“I gotta break them in,” he reasons. “I don’t want them fucking up my feet on the job. Where’s the kids?”

“It’s one in the morning. Where do you think they are? They’re in bed. Three of them have school tomorrow. And I swear to God, if you woke them up pounding on the door and ringing the bell….”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he takes her face in his hands and places a sloppy kiss on her lips. “I love you. I’m a little drunk.”

“You said that.”

“I’m A LOT drunk.”

“You said THAT too.”

He tucks her hair behind her ears and lays his hands on her shoulders. “I know you’re mad…”

“Annoyed,” she corrects. “Not mad.”

“But I love you. So much. And I think we should go upstairs and fuck.”

“Yeah,” she scoffs. “I don’t think so. I don’t do drunk sloppy sex and you know that.”

“It won’t be drunk and sloppy. Well it’ll be drunk. But not sloppy. It’s never sloppy. Ever.”

“Oh I can think of a couple times where it has been,” she says, and he follows her through the foyer and down the hall that leads to the living room and kitchen. “Remember the time you and Kyle went out together when he got engaged to that stripper?”

“The red head with the big…”

She glares over her shoulder at him.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“When you came home, that sex was very drunk and very sloppy and I told you I’d never do that again. It’s not much fun when only one of you is drunk and your two hundred pound husband gets to come and you don’t and he even has the nerve to pass out on top of you.”

“I was really loaded that night.”

“You’re really loaded right now.”

“I know. And I’m sorry. But I DO love you.”

“I don’t doubt that. Still doesn’t mean I’m having sex with you.”

“Can you at least give me head? Because I’m pretty horny and I really want you and if you won’t let me fuck you…”

“Tyler, you’re more liable to get a punch in the face than a blow job right about now.”

“Did I mention I love you?”

“Yes. You did. About three times. And I love you too. But I’m not putting out and I’m not giving you head. Not now.”

“Maybe later?”

Esme sighs in exasperation, and when she puts her hands on his chest and gently pushes him backwards, his calves connect with the couch and he drops down heavily. “Just sit down.”

The room is spinning. He feels nauseous, yet strangely energized. And he leans his head back and closes his eyes; hearing the echoing of loud music and too many conversations in his head.

“Drink this.”

He opens his eyes, looking at the clear bottle in his hands. “Is it vodka?”

“It’s water. Drink it.”

He does as he’s told; fumbling with the cap and then downing half the bottle in one gulp.

“If you puke, I’m making you clean it up,” Esme declares.

“I’m not going to puke,” he says, then turns sideways on the couch and stretches his legs out; back against the arm rest.  “I don’t puke.”

“Oh really. So that wasn’t you puking alongside the twins the last time they had a stomach bug? I’m pretty sure you were throwing up more than they were. I can handle kid puke, not grown man puke. So if you’re going to be sick…”

“I’m fine,” Tyler insists, and then grabs a hold of her forearm and yanks her down on top of him; settling her between his legs, both arms wrapping tightly against her slender body as she leans back against him.

“Jesus Christ, you stink,” she complains. “How much did you drink?”

“A lot.”

“Did you bathe in it too? And what did you drink?”

“I dunno. A little of everything. A LOT of everything. Beer, scotch, those shots that have JD and tequila in them.”

“For fuck sakes, Tyler,” she sighs heavily. “You couldn’t just stick to one type? You had to mix? On the first day you drink after six months?”

“I know. I’m a dumb ass.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you want to.”

“I wanted to say it, I’d say. I don’t hold back and you know it.”

“I’m so fucking weak,” he laments. “I can’t believe I caved in. What kind of loser am I? What kind of fucking failure?”

She pushes her fingers through his, lacing them together; resting their joined hands on her stomach. “You’re not any of those things. You’re my strong, brave, amazing husband who just happens to have a weakness like all human beings tend to.”

“This is twice now. Twice I thought I beat it and looked at what happened.”

“And you’ll beat it again. When you’re ready. I’d rather you drink than other things.”

“I’m not going to be like before. I’m not going to be that bad. I promise. I can control it this time. I know I can. I just slipped really bad tonight and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get this bad.”

“I know,” she raises one of his hands to her lips, pressing a kiss to each scarred and permanently damaged knuckle, then to the side of his wrist. “I figured the first time would be bad. I was expecting it. But I can’t handle it if you do this all the time. I just can’t.”

“I don’t want to do this all the time. I don’t want to be that guy again. I don’t want to lose you,” his voice cracks with emotion. “I don’t want to lose you or my kids. I can’t do this without you. This life. I don’t WANT to do it without you.”

“Just calm down, okay?” She tightens her hold on his hands, then places them on her collarbone. “Don’t get upset.”

It’s the norm. The weepiness, the emotions, saying things he’d never likely say while sober. Not to the extent he says them, anyway. After all, a drunk mind often speaks sober thoughts.

“I’m not upset,” Tyler argues.

“You are. I can hear it in your voice. Just settle down. You don’t need to get worked up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Everything. Everything shitty I’ve done in the last seven years. For taking you to Gaspar’s house and not killing him when he offered me that deal. I should have killed him. When he said that about you. About handing you to Asif. I should have…”

“Stop,” Esme gently orders, and presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Just stop.”

“I should have fucking killed him right then. And I’m sorry for sending you with Ovi and Saju and I’m sorry for the bridge and I’m sorry you had to stick your fingers in my neck to save me and…”

“Tyler, stop. None of that was your fault. There’s nothing for you to be sorry for.”

“And I’m sorry for the times I’ve fucked up. All the times I’ve yelled at you and been a shitty husband and a shitty father. All the birthdays and anniversaries I missed and all the promises I broke and every time I said something to hurt you.  And I’m sorry for those six months. I didn’t want to be away from you for that long and it fucking killed me. I’m sorry I couldn’t get my shit together sooner.”

“Settle down,” she implores. “I don’t like when you get like this. Because you start to panic and I won’t be able to calm you down and...”

“And I’m sorry about Nik. About the times she called me and messaged me and showed up where I was staying. But I never cheated on you. Not with her. Not with anyone. Ever. And I never will.”

“I know you didn’t. And I know you won’t.”

“I love you too much to ever hurt you. I need you to know that. How much I love you.”

“I do know.” Esme assures him, then releases her grip on his hand and turns around to face him, kneeling between his thighs. “Tyler…” she gives a small pout and lays one hand against the side of his face and uses the fingers of the other to brush away the tears that trickle down his cheeks and the sides of his nose. “...don’t...don’t cry. You don’t have to cry. Everything’s fine.”

“I’m scared,” he says, as his hands settle on her hips.

“Of what?”

“That I’m not going to come home. That this will be the one time I can’t get back. If it was just me, I wouldn’t care; I wouldn’t care if I died there or not. But I don't want it to end there. Not when I’m so far away from you. I don’t want to die there and be stuck there.”

“That won’t happen. Nothing is going to happen to you. You’re strong and you’re brave and you’re resilient and you’ll do anything you have to to get home. I have never doubted that about you. Ever. I’ve always known you’d do whatever you had to to come back.”

“But if I don’t…”

“Tyler..”

“Let me say this. Please. Just let me say this.”

“Okay.”

“If I don’t come back, just know that I loved you. With everything I am and everything I have.”

“I already know all that,” she fights back her own tears and rests her forehead against the bridge of his nose. “I know all of that.”

“I don’t want you to be alone. Maybe for a little while. And then I want you to meet someone that loves you and loves the kids and wants to take care of all of you. Someone that you love and…”

“There isn’t going to be anyone after you,” she says. “I don’t need anyone else.”

He sniffles. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Good. ‘Cause I lied. I don’t really want you being with anyone else. I’d have to haunt him and make him miserable. Make him impotent or something.”

She gives a small laugh.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to. You’re going to Mumbai and you’re going to get shit done and then you’re coming home.”

“What if you’re not here when I get back?”

“Where would I? I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if you’re dead?” The tears come again. “What if someone gets to you? What if…”

“Tyler…” she pulls back to look at him, holding his face in both hands. “...stop. Don’t let your head go there. Nothing is going to happen to me. You’re going to have all kinds of people here keeping an eye on things. I’m going to be fine.”

“Maybe you should come with me.”

“I have kids to look after. I can’t leave them. Especially not Addie.”

“They can come too. We can find a place to stay. I’m sure Anil knows someone that has a place we can rent. Or buy.”

“We are not buying a house in Mumbai.”

“Why not? We’re kinda rich now.”

“That’s not where I want a vacation home. And I can’t take the kids to India.”

“Why not?”

“The three oldest have school, for one.”

He shrugs. “They can miss some school. We won’t be gone THAT long.”

“Baby, I am NOT going to Mumbai.”

“Why?”

“What’s the point of being there when you’ll be gone kicking ass all the time?”

“You’ll be close by,” Tyler reasons. “I’d feel better if you were. If we were in the same country as me at least. Not thousands of miles away.”

She sighs.

“We can find a place,” he insists. “I can talk to Anil. He can find a safe place and he can have people there to watch you and the kids. I’d feel a hell of a lot better if you were there.”

“You usually don’t make this much sense when you’re drunk.”

“Just think about it. Please? Because I would feel a lot better about things and I'd be more focused because I wouldn’t be spending my whole time worrying about what’s going on here.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you,” he presses a kiss to her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Are you okay now? Did you get it all out?”

He nods. “I think so.”

“You’re exhausting.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m glad you love me.”

She grins. “You are, are you?”

“No one else could put up with my shit. I don’t even know why you do.”

“Because I DO love you.”

“I don’t know how you can love me when I don’t even love myself.”

“Well, I just do. And I love you enough for both of us. You gonna be okay?”

Tyler nods.

“Do you want to sleep upstairs or…?”

“I don’t think I can get up there without passing out.”

“Okay” she places a kiss on his lips and then climbs off the couch. “Lie down . I’ll get some blankets and pillows.”

“For both of us?”

“For both of us,” she confirms. “God you’re a pain in my ass.”

“It’s a nice ass though. A really nice ass.”

“You can compliment it all you want. I’m still not having sex with you. Or giving you head. So don’t even ask.”

She heads for the laundry room, reappearing several minutes later with an extra comforter and two pillows. And a plastic bucket she sits by the side of the couch.

“In case you puke,” she explains. “In the bucket. Not on me.”

“I won’t need to puke.”

“Mmm...hmmm. Lift your head,” she orders, and then tucks one of the pillows under him. “You’re like having another child,” she playfully complains. “This is like when you get the man flu and I have to baby you.”

“Maybe I like when you baby me. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“I won’t ruin your reputation as a bad ass, I promise. Can you move over even a little bit? You’re not the smallest guy.”

He frowns. “Are you calling me fat?”

“I’m calling you big. As in tall. As in insanely muscular. As in you're built like a brick wall and I won’t be able to move you once you pass out. So move over a bit. Promise me you won’t throw up on me?”

“I promise I will throw up in the bucket. Not on you.”

“We’re getting a divorce if you puke on me.”

“Bucket. Not you Got it.”

She squeezes in between him and the back of the couch, drawing the blanket over both of the; settling on her side, her head on his shoulder and one of his arms around her.

She grimaces. “God, you reek. You smell like you drank the whole bar.”

“Sorry. But If I have to put up with the smell of baby puke, you can put up with this.”

“You smell way worse than any baby barf I’ve ever smelled.”

“You’ve gone nose blind to it, then. Because it’s rank.”

“Like the sewer in Dhaka?”

Tyler chuckles. “Nothing’s THAT rank. Why’d you even have to mention that?”

“You’re going to throw up, aren’t you.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“Maybe…”

“Oh God…”

“Nope. I’m okay. It’s gone. I’m fine.”

She sighs. “Remind me again why I married you?

“Because I dick you down as good as I do.”

“Yep,” she grins against his shoulder. “That’s exactly it. By the way, you’re getting up with the kids in the morning.”

“Like hell I am.”

“You want to wake me up at one am, you can pay the price. That’s the price.”

“Tell you what. I’ll get up with them IF you give me head.”

“Goodnight, Tyler,” she says, and rolls over, back facing him.

“Seriously?”

“Go to sleep. You have an early morning.”

“You’re evil,” he declares.

“You married me,” she reminds him.

“Yeah. I did. I’m glad you said yes.”

She smiles at him over her shoulder. “I’m glad you asked. Now will you shut up and go to sleep?”

“You’re seriously not going to help me out?”

“Nope. I’m not. Close your eyes and go to sleep. Maybe in the morning I’ll be nice to you.”

“I won’t want it in the morning.”

“You ALWAYS want it.”

“Good point,” he says, and moves onto his side, placing a hand on her hip and a kiss to the back of her head. Nestling his face in the back of her neck, he inhales deeply and closes his eyes.

He’s asleep in minutes.

[heli0s-writes]

Moving Night

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary: The three of you finally move out! But now you are very tired and very cranky. A/N: 4 of ?? Snapshots between you, Steve, and Bucky. In the same canon as Mystery of Love– check it out first :)

The last of the boxes have been unpacked, made quick work of under the determined hands of Steve and impatient hands of Bucky. It is midnight and Bucky is ripping apart cardboard and piling them by the corner of the entranceway. Steve is arranging dishes into cabinets with quiet clunks and careful precision, handling the ceramic ware as lightly as he can.

After another shelf has been stuffed full, he stands back to inspect his handiwork.

“What do you think about this arrangement?” He asks, completely serious.

You are splayed out on the newly mopped hardwood floor dramatically, arms outstretched, legs bent, as if you are a murder victim about to be traced be chalk. Steve and Bucky both have chosen to ignore you for the past fifteen minutes, letting you be because they know better than to encourage you.

“Beautiful.” You announce, cheek pressed to the floor. “Fantastic. Wonderful. Amazing. What a configuration of wine glasses and mugs.”

Bucky snorts in the distance and Steve only rolls his eyes, “I’m serious!” He scolds.

“Let’s go to go bed!” You whine in return, kicking your legs and planting your sock-covered feet until you are spinning slowly in a wide circle with your head and shoulder as the center point. It’s rare for you to be such a brat, but you are dead-tired and hate unpacking. The sheer amount of brainpower it takes to visualize where everything goes and how makes you pessimistic and limp.

The last two apartments you moved into, you were living a minimalist Marie-Kondo type of life, with your camera as your only prized possession. Since then, you have accumulated more clothing, more dishes, more towels, more of everything because there are two other people involved and they both are very specific when it comes to their needs.

Bucky needs so many pairs of socks. Steve needs house-shoes. Bucky needs throw blankets. Steve needs all of his books. They both love houseplants and handheld shower heads and locally sourced coffee beans and what the hell are wool dryer balls, Steve?

Naturally, the boxes piled on until they were way over your head and taking up all the space in the living room. You could no longer visualize where anything went along with when oh when will this be all put away?

“Honey, will ya help me out?” Steve grumbles from the kitchen as he sorts through cleaning supplies. “We decided to move into our own place, so now we need to—“

“Yeah, yeah. We need to make it feel like a home.” You reply, shutting your eyes. When you open them again, the overhead light is blocked because Bucky is hovering over you with a feline smirk.

“Is baby feeling tired?” He teases, “Strong girl, you carried so many boxes today.”

You roll your eyes because compared to them, the boxes you carried were featherweight and while they continued unpacking all you have done is put things in the upstairs bathroom and fixed a space for you to get ready in the morning. Most of the clothes had been sorted into the right closets, but upon seeing the still half-full living room of packed away objects downstairs, you grew exhausted.

Bucky leans down until he’s on his knees and gives you an upside-down kiss, tasting of the slightest hint of salt from his sweat. It didn’t help that the move was made in August when the sun seemed to be the hottest regardless of whether or not it’s true. It had been a terribly scorching day. “Just another hour, dollface, until Steve’s ready.”

You frown. “He won’t be ready until it’s all finished.”

From the kitchen, a drawer shuts before Steve appears, shirt sleeves rolled all the way up over his shoulders and hands on his hips. “What was that?” He asks with a raised brow.

“Stevie, honey,” You sigh, “My darling, my sunshine…” Bucky sits back and shakes his head; you are laying it on thick. “My golden lion, my Hercules and—”

“Okay, that’s enough.” They both say in unison to the way your mouth curls up into a smirk. One more second and you would have turned raunchy— listing the ways he’s well endowed like a god, too.

“I wanna go to sleep!” You say petulantly, “It’s almost two and we’ve been up since six and I know you two are big, strong, super boys, but I am tired! If I had any energy left at all, I’d help but I don’t!” You turn uselessly, side to side.

Bucky is more prone to letting you have your way, so he shrugs before looking up to Steve who sighs deeply, letting his head roll back. “You are so spoiled.”

Your eyelids flutter as you chew on your lip, doing your best impression of a timid little girl under his scrutiny. Even your hands clasp together, and you flex them straight down, pulling your shoulders up to rest your cheek on.

Steve sighs with a tiny smirk.

A smile breaks across your face, proudly displaying your teeth as you squeal and sit up quickly. In a snap, you launch yourself onto Steve’s torso and wrap your legs around him. 

“Yes!” Then, you pepper kisses all over his face and down his neck and your hands lift the back of his shirt up, fingers digging into his muscles. “Thank you! Love you, love you, love—“

“Why, honey,” Steve mumbles under your mouth as another kiss lands on his lips, “You’ve suddenly got so much energy for someone so tired.”

And you wilt once more, like a flower trampled under the searing blaze of summer sun. “One more box?” He asks, sending Bucky an impish wink.

“No! More! Boxes! Just! Go! To! Bed!” You beat your fists on his chest and thrash against his hips until you run out of breath and slump against him. “What?” you ask when his grip tightens.

Bucky puts his arm around Steve’s shoulders and peers at you. “Nice job, baby. Smart way to distract him.”

“You want to go to bed?” Steve mumbles, licking his lips. You feel it then, against your center, Steve growing stiff and large. From your tantrum in his arms, you’ve rocked all over him in just the right way. “I’ll take you to bed.” He puffs into your ear, “I’ll take you to bed, alright. ‘m gonna get you real tired, baby.”

Bucky is laughing now, cackling at the way you lean back and let your arms hang like boiled noodles to your side. One of Steve’s arms braces your spine while the other one curls around your bottom under your thigh. No, you are actually tired now. It’s almost two, and you have genuinely tuckered yourself out by violently flailing. Your last fucking braincell is counting sheep branded with red and white stars.

Steve’s last braincell seems to be in between his legs. “Bucky, please.” You moan, “Save me.”

“I’ll volunteer as tribute.” Bucky shrugs nonchalantly and you dramatically put the back of your hand over your forehead while Steve walks your flaccid body upstairs.

“Oh, thank you kind sir. Steve, did you hear that? Bucky’s gonna take my place. So brave.”

With one eye, you peek up at him as a smirk grows over his face.

“Uh-huh. Sure, honey. We’ll see how long this little act of yours lasts when I get my mouth on ‘im.”

Your body bounces off the mattress and you grunt a little, tugging the sheet over your body and turn on your side. Your eyelids are so heavy and dull, neck and shoulders aching, not to mention your poor feet from standing up all day.

A shirt gets tossed on your face and you swat it away in irritation before another one lands in the same place. You pull the cover over your head, determined to endure them and pull through your mission of getting rest.  

Someone’s palm lands on someone else with a sharp thwack. Throaty chuckles arise before being smothered by a groaning mouth. Tongues touch and lips smack lewdly. And then, good fucking lord, the bed starts to rock as two voices pant and purr in unison.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky laughs, “Goddamn it, you’re so good.”

Butterflies are whipping around in your stomach. Steve is slurping and sucking noisily, and they both are exchanging husky breaths full of praise about who’s mouth is softer until they are both groaning into each other. You are desperately trying to count sheep but the images in your head are turning the sheep into naked little caricatures of your men, running at you instead.

“Oh, fuck you two!” You exclaim, angrily yanking the sheet down.

They are both lying on their sides, wrapped under the comforter up to their necks, as if you’ve stumbled in on them merely relaxing. No hair is misplaced on Steve nor Bucky’s head, and they look completely unruffled and serene, quirking their eyebrows at you on the edge of the mattress, fuming to yourself.

“You okay?” Bucky asks, face contorted in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not going to sleep, baby?” Steve prompts, tilting his head.

You scramble out of the sheet and throw yourself on top of Steve, tearing the blanket off and then shoving two fingers into Bucky’s chest, twisting the ever-loving fuck out of his nipple. “Teach me a fuckin’ lesson, here’s what I have to say to that.” You snap before doing the same to Steve. They both yelp in pain and cover themselves, shocked that you would be so rough.

Then, you cross your arms and huff. “Lesson learned, boys. Now,” you narrow your eyes at them, “I’m going to sleep.”