#she very desperately wants to play with them and snuggle with them but she can’t figure out how

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the way you bend, the way you break - part 2 | Mob!Lando

Read part 1 here 

Summary: Lando finally has all that he wanted, all that belonged to him in the first place. But there’s always room for trouble, even in paradise. And it’s up to him to fix it all and do whatever it takes to make sure that if he can’t have you then… no one can. 

Themes: pregnant!reader, mob!lando, fluff, slight angst, smut, very mild gun kink, gaslighting, dark!lando, possessive!lando

a/n: come get y’all juice [throws this fic at you and runs away]

He woke up to something warm pressing into the side of his body. 

Snuggled up to him, so close like you were trying to find a way to hide under his skin. He smiled when he looked down and found you asleep, wrapped in your blanket and still seeking his warmth. 

He instinctively wrapped his arms around you, leaning into you as much as he could. He couldn’t exactly press his body completely against yours anymore because the bump got in the way. 

It had been two months since you two had left that mansion and that little town. And your bump was properly visible now. 

Speaking of the bump… He couldn’t resist shifting down to kiss it. “Morning, little one.” He whispered against it. The warmth of your skin was comforting so he nuzzled it and sighed. “Daddy can’t wait to meet you.” 

Then he felt gentle fingers running through his hair. He gave your bump one last kiss before he looked up and found you smiling down at him. 

“Hi,” You whispered, playing with his ridiculously soft, curly hair. 

“Morning, mama.” He reached up and kissed your face until you giggled and told him to back off because his stubble hurt. “Oh it hurts?” He kissed his way down your neck, his hands roaming all over your body, caressing you through the satin PJ set you wore before he began unbuttoning the shirt and lowering the shorts. 

He kissed his way down until he settled in between your legs, your body was still warm – hot rather – from being under the blanket and he couldn’t get enough. His fingers dug into the softness of your thighs as he parted them, bringing his mouth closer to where he desperately wanted to be. 

Kissing you through the thin excuse of an underwear you had on, he asked, “Is it still hurting?” He purposely let his stubble rub against your inner thighs, making you whine and moan as you squirmed under him. “Doesn’t look like it’s hurting.” He teased. 

Your fingers found their way into his hair and you tugged on it to shut him up. He smirked as he went along, letting you guide his mouth to where you wanted him. He licked, and sucked and teased until you were a whimpering mess beneath him. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you wide open for his mouth and preventing you from moving as he pinned your hips and legs down on the bed as he ate you out. 

This. This right here was his dream. Waking up next to his woman and then rolling over to taste her like she was there only for him to taste. Lando only smiled against your wet folds the louder your moans got. These peaceful mornings were what he lived for. 

But not everyday these past few months have been this peaceful. He still remembered the couple of days following the plane ride here… 

When you woke up on the plane, you immediately started panicking. 

“Baby, it’s okay. We’re just–,” 

“You had no right.” Were the first words you said to him. 

And it pissed him off. “Oh I didn’t? You’re mine, I have every right to do what I think is good for you. And our baby.” 

And then you argued. Big time. You said just the right things to make him mad and he acted like the overbearing, possessive man he was. The only way to get you to listen to him was to bend you over the nearest surface, in this case the bathroom sink, and fuck some sense into you. 

“You belong to me.” He murmured, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. Your mind was a foggy mess as he started rocking into you, making your front bump against the counter each time he fucked into you. “Say it.” He demanded. “Tell me you belong to me.” 

“I hate you so much right now…” you whispered, even as your walls clenched around him, unable to hide just how much you wanted him. 

His thrusts were animalistic, and rough. “I didn’t hear you.” He taunted, pulling his face away. His hand flew to your hair and he grabbed a fistful of it, and tugged on it, tipping your head back so you could see your reflections in the mirror. “I said tell me you’re mine.” His voice sounded menacing as he stared deep into your eyes through the mirror. 

You hated him. You hated how good he looked with that look on his face. His lips parted as his hips moved, burying his cock into you each time. You hated how good it felt to be bent over in front of him, all for him to use. 

You whimpered as he pounded into your core. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you. “I… I’m yours,” You whispered, gritting your teeth, losing this round. But vowing to not forgive him easily. 

You continued watching him through the mirror. He looked absolutely, devilishly handsome with his head thrown back, veins on his muscular neck prominent, eyes closed, his lips parted as groans escaped his lips. With that frown of pleasure he always had whenever he fucked you. 

“You better remember that, baby.” He growled. “You are mine. I love you, and I know how to care for you. So don’t fucking tell me what to do when it comes to you and our kid. You hear me?” 

You nodded despite the death stare you sent his way, moaning as he reached every single sensitive spot inside you. You felt a familiar warmth taking over you, and a pressure building in your lower region. You knew you couldn’t hold it any longer. 

And when your walls clenched violently around him. 

“You’re gonna cum for me, mama? Hmm?” He cooed, his voice laced with lust and desire. 

Seeing you didn’t reply, he tilted your head to the side a little. You couldn’t see his reflection anymore, not as he leaned in to kiss your parted lips before pulling away a few inches to spit into your mouth, then leaned in to kiss your swollen lips again. You moaned wantonly as he did, for a moment you forgot all about your anger. 

“Come for me.” He slammed his cock harder into you, and your eyes watered. He felt agonisingly good. It didn’t take much for you to come undone after that. Gushing out around his cock, walls pulsating around him as you came, hard.

He did too, right after you. “All fucking mine.” His warm load shooting inside you, as your body shook against the counter. He gathered you up in his arms again, kissing you as your body shivered and trembled. “I love you. I’m doing this for us, baby.” 

After you landed, he drove you to another one of his houses – though he called this one his main house – which was equally as grand as the one you used to work in. Once he showed you to your shared bedroom, you went straight for a nice, warm, long shower. 

And after that, you didn’t speak to Lando for two whole weeks. 

He tried everything. Sulked, apologised, begged, tried to buy you ridiculous things, begged some more. And it took two weeks of severe grovelling for you to finally accept his apology. 

He was glad you didn’t stay mad for too long. Although those two weeks of silent treatment from you hurt even more than the time he’d been shot twice during a crossfire. 

But he had you now, under him and squirming, moaning in pleasure just how he liked it. And this was perfect. His tongue didn’t stop teasing you until you were properly spent, grinding your hips against his mouth as you calmed down after a gentle, but intense orgasm. 

He kissed along your inner thighs, which were still trembling. But then he groaned in annoyance when he looked up and couldn’t see you because of the bump. “Kid’s getting in the way already,” He murmured, kissing his way back up. “I can’t even see your face when I’m down there now.” 

You giggled at the tone he used. “And whose fault is that?” 

He nuzzled your neck again, kissing it as he held you against him. “I love you.” He whispered into your ear. “It’s time to get some breakfast in you, mama. Let’s go.” 

You sighed in bliss, savouring one last moment in bed with him before you got out of bed and went through your morning routine while he made his way downstairs. This had become a new part of your routine now – him making breakfast each morning. 

You shook your head as you showered. You couldn’t believe this was your life now. New home, new place, new doctors, new staff members who waited on you at all times during the day. You had everything one could want. People all around the house who were ready to bring you whatever you wanted. Multiple cars with chauffeurs ready to take you wherever you wanted. 

Anywhere you wanted, you thought, but not to your hometown. 

Lando didn’t like it when you even mentioned the little town you’d just left. It didn’t have much to offer, but it was still where you were born and raised. You didn’t miss it enough to want to go back and live there. No. But you did miss it enough to want to know how everyone was doing back home. 

Your friends and family. 

You’d tried bringing it up just a few weeks ago… 

“Maybe I should go back once.” 

“What for?” He pulled you against him, arms wrapping around you, kissing your forehead as you both stood on the balcony just outside your bedroom, watching the sun rise. 

“Just to say goodbye properly. I… maybe they’d understand why–,” 

His arms tightened around you before he reached up to cup your face in his large, warm hands. “They won’t.” The finality in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. “If they wanted to talk to you they would’ve reached out by now, don’t you think?” 

Lando knew full well that he was leaving out the part where he threatened your friends and family to never reach out to you if they wanted to keep their heads on their shoulders. He had people watching them at all times. He wasn’t taking any risks. You were his now, and no one was gonna take you away from him. 

That ended that conversation. And you never brought it up again. 

You did think about it even now as you got ready for the day before making your way downstairs. Maybe, you thought, you could check up on them without physically going there. 

– 

A couple of days later, Lando came home after a particularly annoying day and all he wanted was a soothing hug from you, a couple of kisses, and maybe you’d let him bury his face between your thighs again. 

But he walked into the house and immediately, he could tell something was wrong. The guards were all in their places, armed as usual. So that calmed him down a little. Yet, a gut feeling told him something wasn’t right. 

As he made his way up the stairs, he took his phone out and checked the security cameras. Everything was fine outside, the guards walked around on alert as per usual. Then he checked the cams inside his home, trying to find you. And he frowned as he saw you in the corner of his library, typing furiously on the keyboard as your eyes remained glued to the screen of his computer. 

Weird. It was rather late, you should’ve been in bed. He tried zooming in to see what was displayed on the screen but he couldn’t see it. Damn. He should get new, better cameras. 

But without wasting any more time, and seeking to soothe that feeling in his gut, he rushed towards the library. And his heart sank as he kept an eye on the security cam footage while he approached the library. 

He watched how you visibly tensed up the moment he was sure you could hear his footsteps approaching. He watched how you clicked around in panic, typing even faster the closer he got to the library doors. 

He put his phone back in his pocket the moment he pushed the doors open and stepped into the room, finding you at his desk. The screen illuminated only your face while the rest of the room remained fairly dark. 

“Hi!” You said, sounding a little too cheerful. Sounding fake. Fake smile, fake happiness upon seeing him when he knew damn well you were just frowning right before he walked into the room. 

He hated it. The mask you put on just to make everything seem normal. He clenched his jaw before he asked, as calmly as he could, “What are you doing? It’s late, baby. Let’s go to bed.” 

“Yeah,” You gathered the blanket you had wrapped around you. “I was just looking into colour palettes. For the nursery, remember?” 

He nodded slowly, watching how you didn’t move from the desk. “Right now, though? It’s the middle of the night. And why were you in the dark?” Like you were doing something you shouldn’t. 

He noticed how you tensed up the moment he began walking towards you. He watched how you tried to discreetly move your hands towards the touchpad again. But he was quicker. 

And it only took him a moment to lean down so he could see properly, understand, and process what you’d been doing, or what you were about to do. He looked away from the screen and looked down at you. You avoided his eyes and that only pissed him off even more. 

“Care to explain this, mama?” 

Something shifted then. His tone, his demeanour, his presence – all of it getting darker. 

You looked away, sighing in defeat. “I just wanted to know.” There was no point in trying to hide that you’d been secretly emailing a friend of yours from back home. There weren’t too many emails exchanged, only a couple going back to a few days prior where you asked about the wellbeing of your parents and other friends. 

You didn’t risk texting because… that would be too easy for him to find. You couldn’t call either, he would know because his loyal guards watched each move of yours. So emails it was. You’d delete them each time. But this time it seemed you’d been caught before you could. 

“You couldn’t trust me?” He asked. Part of him was relieved that your friend had told you that all was well back there. This meant that your family was behaving like he wanted. 

“It’s not that.” 

“Then what is it?” He grabbed the back of the chair and slowly turned it so you’d have no choice but face him. “Why’d you go behind my back like this? And why lie to me?” 

You looked up at him. Piercing eyes staring down at you as the computer screen illuminated only half of his face. His hands remained on the back of the chair so he was closer now. His scent drove you insane. Damn hormones! Lately all you ever wanted to do was be close to him. His scent… it did things to you. This was unfair. 

“I just wanted to confirm that–,” 

“Why not just trust me?” 

You couldn’t help but say, “Trust you? After you kidnapped me and told me my family didn’t want anything to do with me? I’m supposed to just trust you?” You didn’t mean for it to come out like that but there was no going back now. 

“Kidnapped?” Lando scoffed. “Bringing you home where you belong isn’t kidnapping.” 

You sighed again. “I’m not saying I don’t want to be here with you, Lando. But I needed to make sure all was well at home.” 

“And is it?” 

You nodded sheepishly, looking up at him to find him clenching his jaw in that way that made you think of sinful things. 

Thank fuck, he thought, that your friend kept her mouth shut and didn’t give you any details about just how well things were at home. How your family and friends constantly had his men around them, keeping watch and notifying him of each of their moves. At this point, Lando knew exactly how many times your family went grocery shopping or to the park. He had his people keeping eyes on them at home, at work, following their cars – there was nothing he didn’t know about. 

“Am I not enough for you?” He asked, standing up straight so he could look more menacing as he stared down at you still sitting in front of him. 

Only his stance just made your body throb even more. He looked godly from this angle. Like some dark, tortured, tragic hero in his all black suit which fit him like a second skin. That metal chain hanging from his neck. His pretty eyes on you. You had to take a deep breath and shoo away all the filthy images that filled your head. 

You rolled your eyes at his question. “Don’t be dramatic.” 

“Dramatic?” He scoffed. “You’re reaching out to your friends, talking to people behind my back, then lying to me about it and I’m supposed to just what, do nothing?” He accused. “For now it’s emails, what if in the future some day you decide you want to leave me? Will you expect me to just stand there, not be dramatic, and do nothing?” 

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you tried to stand up but he carefully pushed you back down on the chair. Leaning down so he was staring into your eyes, he said, “Do you want to leave me, mama? Is that what’s going on here?” 

“You’re blowing this out of pro–,” 

He cut you off by pulling his shiny, silver gun out and placing it gently on the desk. Right where you both could clearly see. Within arms’ length, but definitely closer to you. 

His voice dropped as he leaned closer, lips bruising against your cheek as he ignored your side of the argument and said, “If you are thinking of running then you better use this and make sure I’m no longer breathing before you do.” He pulled away to look at you. The proximity, the danger in the air, the inevitable tension, it made you breathless. “Because if you run, I will chase.” He whispered, “And you won’t like what I do to you when I catch you.” 

Your heart was pounding, mind racing and the filthiest of outcomes flooding your brain. Still you asked, “You think I would hurt you?” 

He smirked and he’d never looked more unhinged than he did in that moment. It scared you, about just as much as it excited you. He glanced down at his gun. “Not worth living if I can’t have you anyway.” He whispered. 

“Don’t say that.” You shook your head, finally reaching out to hold his face in your hands. “I need you. We need you.” 

That made him look down at your bump, partially visible now since your little PJ top didn’t cover all of it. He dropped to kneel in front of you, bending to kiss the bump again like he always does. 

“I’m sorry, little one,” He whispered, nuzzling the warmth of your skin. “Daddy has to be mean to mama for a bit. She’s being difficult, you see?” Then he looked up at you and said, “I don’t wanna fight.” 

“Neither do I.” You stood up this time, taking a few steps just to put some distance between you and him so you could think straight and take a deep breath. “I just don’t understand why the thought of me being connected to what used to be my home bothers you so much.” 

He slowly turned to the desk and grabbed his gun. None of that scared you. You were safe with him, you were certain of that. So you watched him. Watched how he slowly turned to you and said, “Because there’s the possibility of you leaving me and going back there.” 

You sighed in frustration. “There’s always going to be the possibility for every single thing. That’s how life works! So what, you’ll wipe the entire town out of existence? Burn it to the ground? Turn it to nothing but ash? All so I won’t even have a home to go back to if I ever leave you?” 

He gave you that same unhinged smirk from earlier. Then said, “Don’t tempt me.” 

“Lando.” You warned. 

“What?” 

“What the fuck do you want, huh?” 

He moved. 

He walked towards you and for each step he took, you took one back. Until your back met with one of the book shelves and he was right in front of you. “I’m getting tired of this conversation.” 

You spat back, “I’m getting tired of your face.” You lied. 

He chuckled, then looked down at the bump between you two, caressing it as he said, “You hear that, little one? Mama’s being a brat.” He looked up at you and said, his voice deeper now, “But don’t you worry, daddy will deal with it.” 

It all happened too quickly. Him getting your clothes off, kissing you to distract you as he walked the two of you over to the nearest couch. You bit his lower lip in annoyance till you almost drew blood, and he just chuckled before kissing you even deeper as he carefully pushed you down on the couch, hovering over you supporting himself with one hand while the other one held his gun right above your face. 

“You’re being difficult again, baby.” He murmured, gently lowering his gun and brushing the barrel against your lips, then slowly dragged it down your chin. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He dragged the tip of his gun all the way down your trembling, naked body, down your thighs and back up till he pressed it against your wet folds. He chuckled when he saw you grinding against it. “Does it feel good? Hmm?” He asked. “Does it make you feel all powerful knowing you piss me off more than anyone ever dares to and can get away with it? All because I love you too much to actually punish you? Does it, baby?” 

You frowned at him, still annoyed. “Shut the fuck up.” You didn’t stop grinding against the cold gun. You whined when he pulled it away from your skin and tossed it to the side. 

He had a mean smirk on his face, calm despite everything. You studied his handsome face for a moment. Your emotions were shifting from guilt to annoyance to lust, and your heart fluttered when he whispered, “Spread those legs for me. Show me what’s mine.” 

The crude casualness of his words would’ve surely made you blush if you weren’t dripping wet and burning with desire. And regardless of how pompous you thought he was, how authoritative and overbearing – and no matter how annoyed you were – you did just as he asked. 

You held his stare as you spread your legs so he could settle in between them. Lando eyed you with a mischievous smirk. “There’s my good girl. Now hold yourself open for me.” He said, then lowered his mouth, watching as you carefully spread your folds open for him. “Fuck…” He murmured as he kissed your knuckles. 

You couldn’t see his face – because of the bump – but his warm breath against your fingers, your wet skin, the soft touch of his fingers as he spread your wetness around, followed by his tongue, all of it had you moaning as you arched your back, leaning into his mouth even more. 

You could see his hips moving while he ate you out, grinding into the couch and for some reason that made you whine even louder. “Lando …” you whimpered. 

He smirked against your inner thighs. “Don’t you dare come just yet.” 

You whined, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. Lando smirked when he craned his neck and saw how you were struggling to keep quiet. He knew just how sensitive your body had become these days, how badly you craved his touch at all times. And right now, he noticed the way your body squirmed under him, and he knew you too well so he could tell that you were so close to coming. 

“Baby… please,” You whined, releasing your swollen lip from your teeth. Your body felt hot, and you needed to just let go and come. 

“Please what?” He taunted, shamelessly ignoring your pleas. “Is it frustrating? Wanting something so badly and having someone else just threatening to take it away? Hmm?” He slid his tongue up and down your slit, careful not to make you come and enjoying the way you growled through gritted teeth. “This is how it feels, baby. Everytime you argue and bring up that little town. The thought of you leaving me here and returning there…” He playfully bit your inner thigh. “This is exactly how it feels. Like I’m a fucking madman ready to do whatever it takes just to have what I want. Which is you next to me. Always.” 

You let out a loud moan as he kissed your throbbing clit ever so gently. “I’m sorry,” You caught yourself whispering. “I’ll… I’ll let it go. I promise. There’s nowhere else I would rather be.” You lifted yourself up on one elbow and looked down at him. He looked up at you, with his lips more pink and fuller than usual. “I want to be here, right next to you. Always.” You promised. 

He seemed proud of that. Nodding gently, he said, “See how easy that was, mama?” He kissed his way up your inner thighs again, “I love you.” He murmured, looking deep into your eyes as if daring you to not say it back. 

You couldn’t resist him. “And I love you.” You melted right under his touch as his tongue gently licked down your folds. 

His hand found yours and he laced his fingers with yours while his other hand rubbed up and down your thigh as he pushed his face further into your wet core, making you whimper in pleasure. Your legs had begun shaking just a little as he took his time and dragged his tongue up and down your slit, teasing your sensitive spots with his warm and wet tongue. 

“Please…” You moaned pathetically. 

Then heard his merciless chuckle as he pulled away, kissing his way up your body again. He leaned in to kiss your open mouth eventually, making you gasp and moan. He quickly placed his fingers where his mouth had been earlier, teasing your clit before shoving two fingers inside of you and stroking your walls so slowly that you were well past caring if the guards could hear you moaning. 

He pulled away just for a moment, to quickly take his suit jacket off, then his shirt. He tossed both somewhere on the floor and bent down to kiss you again. He kissed down your neck, leisurely taking his time as he unzipped his pants. 

“Please,” You whined, sliding your fingers into his soft hair. “I need you. Now.” You spoke through gritted teeth by the end, tugging at the roots of his curly hair. 

“So needy.” He murmured, loving it actually. It made his ego inflate knowing his woman needed him so badly. “I’m here, baby. “I’m gonna take care of you,” He whispered as he lowered his underwear just enough to free his cock. He was rock hard this whole time. It was a fucking miracle he was able to even wait this long. 

With a slow, steady push, he slid his cock into you. You shuddered, moaning as you felt all of him filling you up. Lando held back his moans and growls as he felt your warmth wrap around him so perfectly. He clenched his jaw as he relished the feeling of being inside of you, finally. 

“This what you needed, mama?” he asked, looking down at you, and gently grabbing your face, making you look up at him. 

You just stared at him with parted lips, breathing heavily. Lando smirked, pulling out just a little before pushing back into you again. You closed your eyes and moaned, arching your back, your bare chest pressing against his. 

Lando leaned in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth while he began moving in and out of you. You whined senselessly, overwhelmed by how good he felt deep inside you. 

He leaned down to push his face into your neck as he lifted one of your legs and hooked it to his waist, pushing himself deeper inside you. “Fuck…you’re mine, you hear me?” 

You nodded. 

“Only mine…” Lando quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before. “My woman,” He spoke, his voice thick and deep with lust. “Mine.” He stared down at you with a handsome and arrogant smirk on his face. “Say it.”  

“I’m yours.” You repeated, eyes getting droopy with desire. 

Lando caressed your cheek with his knuckles, his other hand holding him up above you. He looked down at you with nothing but love and fierce adoration in his eyes. “Come for me.” 

You let the pressure build inside you, before simply letting go. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, Lando kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even as you came. 

You felt your second release approaching even before you could recover from the first one. 

You felt your mind getting foggy again. His lean body hovering above you as he fucked deeper into you, as much as he could while still being careful not to hurt you – it was a new fear of his, that he would somehow hurt you during sex. “Come for me again, baby.” He growled, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him. 

Your body trembled as you came for the second time, walls tightening around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you until he came as well. “Fuck, baby…” His voice cracked in a way that had you clenching even harder around him. 

You were gasping for breath after that, and Lando twisted you both on your sides so you could rest for a while. He knew all too well that you had the habit of drifting off into deep sleep right after some good sex. 

Kissing your forehead, he murmured, “I’ve got you, baby. I’ll get us in bed in a while, okay?” 

You nodded, burrowing deeper into his warm, muscular chest as you let yourself pass out in bliss. 

— 

You began snoring softly in no time, so he was in no rush to get you to move. He grabbed the blanket from before and made sure you were nice and warm before he carefully slid from under you and retrieved his phone from his trousers on the floor. 

Letting the back of his hand gently caress your cheek, and bending down to kiss your bump one last time, Lando moved away from the couch and went towards the desk. Sitting down on the chair, he made a phone call while he kept an eye on what the screen displayed. 

Those damned emails. 

He smirked when he heard the person on the other end answer. He wasn’t calling to have a full conversation – not with you sleeping just a few feet away. 

“You know what to do.” He ordered over the phone. Then ended the call once the person on the other side confirmed that they indeed knew what he was talking about. 

He tossed his phone aside then closed the tabs on his computer. Deleting the emails before he did so. He scoffed, thinking about that damn little town which was being a pain – but not for long. 

He walked back to where you were sleeping. Kneeling beside the couch, he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss your cheek. “My baby,” He murmured, letting his lips brush against your skin for a while longer. “I love you so much.” He couldn’t get enough of you. “I’m doing this for us.” He smiled, “You’ll understand one day. I’m just making sure that if ever I can’t have you, then no one can.” 

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a/n: hi!! I won’t be writing any more parts for this story. I’ve been loving fics with open endings lately so yeahhhh (there will be more mob fics tho don’t worry <3)

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Sugar Baby— G!p Jenna x Female! Reader

Summary: Jenna Can’t help but want you more and more all while your friends come over in almost an hour so you would have to be quick.

“Hey Sweetheart, what you doin’?” Jenna asked Once she wraps her arms around your Waist Snuggling her head in the crook of your neck, Today you were having a couple of friends over for Game night which would probably end with you and Jenna. Leaving everyone else disgusted or worse but you both could care less, you loved her having her hands all of you the same with Jenna.

“Putting out snack for our friends” you answered causing a soft humm in return, You soon felt Jenna playing with the hem of your shirt her finger slightly but surely grazing over your exposed skin. She was already started of course she couldn’t keep it in her pants when she’s with you and only you she obsessed with you but you don’t mind.

“What Games did you make this time baby” you handed Jenna the Paper with the games you had listed down that you wanted to do some of them where very Spicy but it was only fun in it, Jenna Smirked look down at the paper then back up at you. You saw her poke her tounge against her cheek.

“What?” Confused of why Jenna was so Silent all of a sudden did she not like the games? You wondered.

“Nothing baby, but for right now I need your help with something” Jenna pulls you closer by the waist you felt her Hard dick pressing against your thigh you couldn’t resist Jenna but you would have too in order to keep yourself professional for your friends you both promised you would Behave yourselfs tonight.

“Jenna no, nuhuh not tonight baby later remember the promise we made?” Jenna groans out of frustration knowing that you most definitely were right about the promise and that you were gonna make her wait later but she can handle it maybe.

“C’mon baby please just one blowjob please” You rolled your eyes as you lead Jenna to the couch, that was slightly connected to the kitchen you pushed Jenna down rather harshly you got down on your knees you Grabbed the hem of Jenna’s Sweatpants slowly pulling them down to her ankles you saw her dick print Twitch in her boxers.

She wanted nothing more for you to give it all to her which you were, you hated leaving your wife unsatisfied, you smirked as you rubbed your hand over her hard print you puckered your lips as you teasingly kissed and licked. You watched Jenna groan biting her bottom lip desperately.

“—fuck baby please,please I can’t take it anymore” Jenna’s hips bucked up in rather more desperation but you were also done with all of your teasing you pulled her boxers down finally her dick spring free her tip blushing pink, while pre-cum soaked her tip.

“—Fuck your so huge Jen” Finally You kissed and sucked The salty taste of your wife made you lap more quickly Jenna Held your hair up keeping it from getting in the way as your head bobbed up and down. Jenna’s Tip hitting the back of your throat you watched As The beautiful woman sitting in front of your eyes rolled back it was such an amazing sight to see it made you wet panties soaked.

“—shit baby, don’t wanna cum so soon I want to be inside you” you let Jenna’s Dick go with a pop. Jenna grabs your waist as she helped you up kindly removing your your soaked panties then your shirt now finally your bra letting your pretty titties free and visible.

“ c’mon sweetheart, help me out here” You smirked once you lined yourself up you slowly sunk down. Your walls immediately clenching around your wife’s huge 9 inch dick it made you feel dizzy once you began bouncing.

—“ Shit, there you go Baby your so fucking wet squeezing me so tight” you both moaned loudly not caring if anyone heard you your boobs bounced with each thrust Jenna through your way your ass recoiling with each heavy hard thrust. Jenna was finally and utterly destroying your little tight pussy.

—“Mmphh Jen, f-fuck I’msoclose” your breathing back more heavily when you are finally close to your orgasm Jenna once again wrapped her arms around your body fucking your pussy more rather quickly.

—“shit go on ahead baby I feel you clench around my Dick baby go on” and you did while Jenna released and remained inside. You could feel Jenna painting your walls with her warm seed her thrusts became more sloppy as she started to calm down

“— fuck that was so good baby, I love you so much”

—“ I love you more Jen”.

[dreamauri]

ok so i saw your sub!lando post and for some reason the only thing i can think abt is if the roles were reversed??? j a clingy and cuddly reader (i love the fact that she’s gonna be clingy when lan’s streaming) and dom!lando cause brainrot 🤧 ok bye ilysmsmsmsmsmsm (please don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t wanna!!)

♪ — 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 lando norris  x  girlfriend! reader (smut) “. . . being clingy and teasing can lead up to something.”

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You snuggled further into Lando's chest as he gently stroked your hair. You were finally in pyjamas, sitting on your boyfriend's lap as he played games with his friends on stream. and you watched quietly. You didn't want to disturb them. but you didn't want to be away from Lando either.

You didn't need him giving all his attention to you. Leaning your side to his chest with the occasional kiss and affectionate touches was enough. You were feeling tired and sleepy anyways and you felt like you'd doze off any moment now.

"Well—" Lando cut himself off with a yawn. "The puppy that has claimed my lap as her own personal property and real estate has a very contagious desire for sleep." And with that he signed off the live stream, pulling you to straddling his lap. Your first instinct was to nuzzle in his neck, pressing soft kisses against his nicely tanned and warm skin.

"What are you doing?" He sucked in a breath feeling you wiggle on the spot. "Getting comfy." You chuckled, tone holding a slight tease as you leaned up to connect your lips with his. It was a sweet and soft kiss. Until you felt the brit thrust his hips up slightly. A small tiny moan left your mouth. And that was all it took to trigger Lando.

The kisses weren't short and soft, but longer and more passionate. You even struggled to try and keep up with Lando, the hungry pace he was going with was too fast for you. "Lan." You tried to stop him when you felt his hands trail up your thighs and under your shirt.

A yelp sounded as he lifted you up, carrying you all the way to his room and his bed. He was too quick to pull your clothes and half of his own, too desperate to feel your skin on his. "Stop." You giggled feeling ticklish as he pressed kisses to your tummy and hips.

"What?" Helooked up at you with clear concern. He thought he hurt you, but thankfully not. "I'm not having sex with that." you motioned to his facial hair that he was growing. "What, you don't like it?" He crawled up, leaning his forearms on either side of your head. "No. It tickles. And I wanna have sex, not laugh." You argued trying to hold in your smile while looking Lando deep in his eyes. You watched him as he stroked his chin proudly, going back down to where you needed him most.

"Lando no," You laugh, pushing his head away as he tries to catch your clit on his lips. "Hey—" The brit scolded you, pushing your hand away. "Let me work." You laughed at the statement, ready to mock him when a moan broke from your throat. “I take my job very seriously, thank you very much.”

"Fuck— ok ok, I'm sorry." You went to push his head away, feeling him lap and nibble on your bud. The brit made sure to hold your wrist, stopping you from sabotaging him in any way. "Lando-" "Be a good girl." His muffled voice was stern as he held your thigh, gently stroking his thumb against your skin to at least comfort you as he tongue fucked you.

His nose and little moustache were doing your clit no justice. And Lando knew it. He watched you squirm and moan his name, a jolt running up your spine every time he nudged you. “You’ll be good?” You nodded quickly, trying to hold his hand at least. But he held your other wrist too, confining you completely under his mercy.

“Can’t hear you, my love.” “I’ll be good. I’ll be super good.” You nodded, starting to heave as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. “You’ll be a good girl?” “I’ll be a good girl, a very good girl. T—the best girl.” You promised, squirming each time you felt him intentionally drag his tongue on the spot that made you see stars.

“I’ll take your word on that.” He hummed, letting go of your wrists, concentrating on your sensitive bud since he knew you were more prone to a quick orgasm from there. Your fingers were quick to tangle in his hair, not really pulling. But since his hands were too busy trying to take off his pants, the soft curls would do for now. 

“Lando, no.” You whined, leaning up on your elbow to look at him. You were almost there, seconds from a climax that would’ve left scratch marks on Lando’s shoulder. Your eyes were teary and your chest was heaving. You got up shakily, helping him pull his pants down. A gulp went down your throat seeing the size of him, hesitantly pulling his boxer shorts down as well.

“Go on.” Lando leaned back on his elbows, waiting for you to settle between his legs. “But it was my turn.” You looked up at him, begging slightly. You need him, you couldn’t wait any longer. You crawled up, sitting on his lap, a desperate look on your face as you looked between his sky coloured eyes. Lando looked at you, a smirk on his lips as he pretended to be thinking. “I’ve been a good girl.” You begged again, kissing him gently yet passionately. “Please please please.” 

Lan tilted his head, smiled even wider, glancing down at his dick then you.  No words or explanation was needed. You knew what he was asking you and you weren’t going to deny him. Your mind was too foggy and if it took giving him an orgasm first to receive your own, then so be it. You shifted your body between his bent knees, getting comfortable as you took his length in your mouth inch by inch. The noises he made were not helping with your situation at all. Lando’s eyes grew heavier, he was determined to watch himself disappear in your mouth and reappear, again and again. 

And for the next few minutes, you picked up the pace. You even added tongue which you knew would speed up the process. But apparently not. You were suspecting he was holding back on purpose. His moans and grunts were loud, and with the occasional shift or thrust you’d think he’s on the edge. But he can’t be on the verge of an orgasm for 5 minutes straight. Looking up at him, his face was scrunched up and jaw tense, breathing through his teeth. 

“Okay, okay! Enough! Enough. I’m dying.” He gave up, gently cupping under your chin and pulling you up forcefully. Your eyes were wide as you looked at what was just in your mouth. Lando slumped back on his back, breathing heavily. “I came like 7 times, Y/N.” He scolded tiredly, body practically shaking on the spot. You crawled up to him, looking at him confused. Nothing was in your mouth, you were pretty sure. Did he cum dry? You didn’t say anything, you instead gently pressed kisses to his jaw and neck. Once you lay beside him, you let Lando recover, watching his breath even out. He opened his eyes looking at you. “Sorry.” You whisper. “You should be sorry, how am I going to compete with that?” The two of you giggled softly, sharing soft kisses.

With a deep breath, Lando sat up, sitting with his back against the wall, patting his lap for you. You got on with no hesitation of course. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you slowly sunk on his length. “Awh, that's a good girl.” Lando’s praises went straight into you, a moan echoing in your throat as he connected his lips with yours.

The thrusts started shortly, gaining speed within a certain pace. You even switched positions a couple of times; on your side and back to prone, which was a little more frustrating because he was pressing all of his weight into you. You were too out of it to even unhook your heels from around his abdomen.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N. You’re such a good girl.” Lando huffed, arms wrapped around you as you messily made out. He eventually slipped, accidentally falling on you. All his weight now on and inside you. That was all it took for your body to rock from an intense orgasm, helpless moans and whimpers following suit. “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.” he kissed your jaw gently, but you were practically putty, head rolling on your side as he pressed kisses, fucking you through your high.

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“One, two, three.” Lando pulled out quickly, a pained moan slipping from your mouth. Your walls were too sensitive, even the action of Lando just whipping you clean felt overwhelming. 

That feeling was quickly over though and you were thankfully just left with your boyfriend and yourself, cuddling under the fuzzy sheets of his bed, deciding on whether you should get pizza, chinese, or just to call max and make him cook for you since both of your legs were very much not working. 

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“Look at these two idiots.” Max Fewtrell sighed deeply as he stood in your kitchen, pointing at your practically passed out figures to the camera that was leaned near the stove so he could cook and talk at the same time. You were splayed out on the counter in Lando's merch hoodies and shorts and Lando was on the floor only in his fluffy pyjama pants. 

“Disgusting.” He shook his head as the two of you waved at the camera. 

“I had to buy ear plugs when you and Lando were still roomies. I couldn’t stay over and sleep peacefully with how-” “Y/N!” Max cut you off looking at you shocked and panicked. Lando was laughing his ass of the floor while you gave Max innocent puppy smile.

"I hate you guys. Making me do forced, unpaid, treacherous labour." "treacherous?" " don’t know, sounds like a long scary word." 

"Chat is cursing at you, Lando." "They hate me because they aint me. They wish they had my ass." "Lando you don't have an ass." "EXCUSE ME?!" "He’s right, Lan." "DONT SIDE WITH HIM Y/N."

[yameoto]

Ghostface!Tara is a need, not a want. If you’re up for writing that I’d be stoked to see it

TARA CARPENTER GHOSTFACE HEADCANONS !

✗ warnings ; murder, general ghostface girlfriend toxicity. nsfw at bottom. possessiveness.

was terrified of you finding out and leaving her. you were never meant to find out. she did everything in her power to stop it (and if it meant a few extra deaths? well.. who‘s counting?)

but, you find out. of course you do. and she’s so so so scared of you leaving her. her eyes all wide and pupils all shaky as she tugs on the edge of your top in a death-grip, like you’re about to slip away.

pleading with you, cupping your cheeks as she tries to kiss you with all these words, cracking and trembling and spilling from her lips “please, baby, i did it for you—it’s all for you. you can’t leave— please don’t— please don’t go—“

not above getting to her knees and grovelling at your feet.

and the desperation is real. she loves you, oh how she loves you—but it doesn’t mean it’s not manipulation, either. she knows you’re as weak for her as she is for you. she knows the second she starts whimpering and tugging at you, tears making her eyes all glossy that you’ll cave for her. you always do.

intensely possessive, will get jealous at even the thought of you with someone else.

will be CHILDISH about it. lots of pouting and tugging you away by the wrist. seemingly innocuous, until she breaks away from you with a little beam on her face after you kiss her worries away, and proceeds to carve up whoever evoked her wrath—deserved or not. all messy and bloody and gorey.

she likes it when you coddle her—as if she’s the most precious little princess in the world and not a cold-blooded serial killer.

preens under your attention. needs it always. she’s like a cat, always clinging to your side; nuzzling into the crook of your neck or making sure you keep your arms slung around her.

“you’re not gonna carry me home?” tara pouts, arms wound around your neck as she leans up to kiss you, eyes sparkling impishly. “but ‘m gonna be scared. how’re you gonna protect me from all the psychos ‘nd killers stalking the streets, huh?”

“tara. you are the fucking pyscho.” you grumble, before hoisting her up in your arms anyways. it’s worth it, with the way she nudges into your neck with a delighted grin, snuggling against you like a goddamn kitten.

very much a ‘if i cant have you no one can’ type. if you don’t constantly reassure her.. even in the littlest ways— then, well..

she’s YOURS. okay? nobody else’s. tell her she’s yours. fucking tell her.

nsfw!

power bottom if you’ve ever seen one. knows exactly what she wants, and she’s gonna get it.

in her eyes she should be your absolute no.1 priority. including her libido. ergo meaning that no matter what you’re doing — if she’s horny, she‘s horny, and WILL make it your problem.

what starts as incessant pestering and whining and hands all over you devolve if you take too long. she’ll crawl into your lap regardless of what you’re doing and just start humping your thigh, taking matters into her own hands.

she’ll do this even during a work call or a hang out with your friends, if you’re not careful. and u have to be careful like.. a lot

definition of a pillow princess. always comes first, and the most. she takes priority, after all.

surprisingly doesn’t need much aftercare. is a big fan of snuggling after sex, though. mainly because she can slot your leg between hers and grind out another rut against your thigh as you doze off.

likes to play with your hands. a lot. often takes your knuckles and grinds them into her clothed cunt under the table .

likes provoking you in the sense that you’ll come home and she’ll be blatantly fucking herself on the couch. just.. legs splayed wide open, granting full view of the vibrator against her cunt. looking you dead in the eyes with a cheeky little grin as she throws her head back and mewls, loudly, shakily — and that’s your cue to give her something real to moan about.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

The Lost Boys Sexy Mate Headcanon

David:

•He is the hardest to get to know in the group, the most closed off despite the fact that he talks to people the most as the ‘Leader’ of the group

•David is a Dom if ever there was one, he needs to be in control at all times

•He would never let anyone know it but he craves his mates attention desperately, and if you make the mistake of pulling away from him before he’s ready for you to move you will regret it

•He doesn’t always have to be touching you like some of his brothers with their mate but he does always need to be able to see you. If he looks back from scoping out the packs next meal and can’t immediately see you then he is instantly ready to slaughter whoever has stolen you from him!

•David loves blindfolding you when you play together. The trust you give him makes him the happiest vampire in the world, the faith that you have in him to not know whether he is going to run a feather over your flesh or his own fangs is incredibly arousing to him

•He’s a bit too controlling for you in the beginning but you adapt to it quickly, moving into the cave with your mate about a week after meeting him and turning that next weekend as David wasn’t okay with allowing his precious mate to be at risk a moment longer than she had to and you were completely fine with that

Dwayne:

•Dwayne is quite a bit like David when it comes to his mate, he doesn’t always have to be touching you but he does always have to see you however he finds the need to touch you quickly growing on him as you take to hanging off of him most of the time

•He shocked you when you found out how much of a cuddler he was when you’re alone or in the cave, his brothers sometimes like to tease him for how ‘clingy’ he is when you’re snuggled up on the couch but you just flip them off and run your fingers through his hair. He loves laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you as firmly as he could…honestly he just loves laying his face between your breasts

•He wasn’t a fan of toys until he caught you with your vibrator one night and from then on his favorite thing was taking you apart with it before stretching you out on his cock until you’re a boneless puddle unable to move

•Dwayne isn’t very jealous but it doesn’t mean he’s not possessive as fuck, he knows you would never be unfaithful but he believes only he should ever be allowed to touch you

•He quickly took to taking pictures of you. He ‘bought’ a Polaroid so that he could take pictures of you any time you were doing something he thought was ‘cute’ which was all the time. Dwayne knew that once you turned he would never be able to take pictures of you again so he wanted all he could get now. He convinced you to allow him to take some sexy pictures of you as well, he has many of you under him with your hair over the pillows and your breasts either in a lacy bra or exposed for his pleasure. His favorite picture however was an image of you in a black lacy bra and panty set, straddling his bike on the cliff by their cave at sunset that he carry’s in his wallet everywhere he goes

•2 weeks was all it took for him to get you to come and live with him in the cave, drinking his blood that very same night and joining their eternal family

Marko:

•Marko often pulls you as close as he can, loving it when you wrapped yourself around him like a spider monkey

•He is a very jealous mate, glaring at every male that so much as looked at you sideways and often getting into fights on the boardwalk with Surf Nazis as well as just normal tourists, once even punching a 12 year old boy in the nose for looking at your ass

•One thing that Marko loves is fucking outside, and he loves fucking you in the rain. It started as something you did to be out of the cave so his brothers couldn’t bother or tease you, and it was one of his favorite memories, pinning you to the tree, your clothes soaking through and heavy as he brushed your drenched hair out of your face and saw your cute little smile, pulling you into a passionate kiss and spending the next hour and a half playing with you in the storm as the waves crashed so loudly you could barely hear each other

•Marko shocked you a bit by not allowing his brothers to touch you at all for quite some time after you got together. He knew they wouldn’t hurt you but he was so possessive and protective of you that he didn’t like the idea of anyone but him touching a single inch of you

•It was on your 1 month anniversary that you moved into the cave and you lived there with him for several months before turning and joining the pack, Marko not being as pushy for you to turn and wanting you to experience all your human things before turning so you wouldn’t regret it

Paul:

•Paul had his hands on you 110% of the time, constantly needing skin on skin contact with you whenever possible

•He was the most touchy and attentive of the vampires, and while he’s always been flirty and a bit of a man-whore, that completely changed when he found his mate

•Paul loves finding new ways to pleasure you, and tease you as well, which is why he was always open to trying new things. His favorite thing that he has discovered with you is your fluffy tail plug which he got you matching ears for to be his little pet

•Paul doesn’t mind fucking you in front of his brothers. He actively tries to cover you as much as he can from their sight but for the most part he would rather put up with them being in the room rather than not touch you at all

•You found out quickly in the relationship that he had never gone down on a girl before when he admitted it to you, desperate to have you wrap your legs around his head but not wanting to hurt you. You thought he was sweet, and honestly his embarrassment was adorable. He had never had a real committed relationship before (only fucking girls before feeding on them and never having a relationship before being turned at 18 by David and Marko) and now that he did he wanted to give you everything and make you scream like a good boyfriend is supposed to (and not how he normally makes women scream)

•He ended up being extremely good with his mouth and eating his mate out became one of his all time favorite things to do to you, loving the way your legs shook around his head and you soaked his face

•Paul was a fantastic mate and after moving into the cave a few weeks into your relationship you offered to turn so that you could be with him forever and Paul was beyond happy about it as he had tried so hard not to pressure you into becoming a vampire for him but he knew as you drank his blood that night that you had the rest of eternity together

Lost Boys Masterlist

[woso-fan13]

Whumptober 2023: 29 (Arsenal)

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

Your teammates were used to your regressions, and they loved babysitting. There had been countless team bonding nights that ended up with you snuggled in the middle of the group with a cartoon playing. Some of the girls would even invite themselves over when they knew you would be little, claiming that they needed their baby fix. You weren’t going to complain, you loved the attention. 

The only time that they knew you would never regress was at the stadium. You felt very strongly about keeping your work and personal life separate and everyone respected that. You had only been little on the pitch once, and that was a unique situation. You had been sick and regressed, and Beth and Viv weren’t able to justify skipping practice for that, so they settled you in a stroller with a blanket and let you sleep by the bench. You slept like a baby- ironically. 

You were extremely good about sticking to your rule and keeping your regressions away from work. Until you weren’t. 

—-

Practice had been going well. Your team had won during the scrimmage, the weather was lovely, everything was working out. During a water break, you’re talking to some of your friends while digging through your kit bag that you had previously tossed to the side. You had felt your watch buzzing during practice- an indication of multiple texts waiting for you- but you hadn’t had time to look. Finally, your fingers grasp on to the rectangle and pull it out triumphantly. 

Continuing your conversation, you tap the screen and unlock your phone without looking. You keep talking, pulling the messaging app up and looking down. A slew of texts from an unknown number. Puzzled, you begin reading through them. 

Oh. 

You freeze mid-sentence, your brain frozen as you try to process the messages you’ve received. As you try to process that they not only managed to find your number, but that they reached out this much. 

Your teammates must have been concerned by your sudden silence, as they call for Beth and Viv. The two women make their way over, their concern growing as they see you. 

Beth steps up first, a hand reaching out to rest on your arm. 

“Hey, sweetheart, are you alright?”

You look up at her with wide eyes, full of terror. Your mouth moves, desperately trying to find words that would help. No sound comes out. 

Viv walks up at this point, standing beside Beth. Seeing the two of them, tears start filling your eyes. Viv pulls you into a tight hug, Beth wrapping her arms around you. They can feel your heart hammer as your breath shudders. It's silent until they hear a tiny fearful voice. 

“Mama?” it questions. 

Looking down, it’s clear to the two women that you’ve regressed hard and fast. Tears are flowing down your cheeks as you snuffle. Your head is pressed firmly against Viv, the rest of your body shifting to increase contact. 

Viv and Beth know that practice is far from over. They both know that, coming back so recently from injuries, that they can’t really afford to miss sessions. But their maternal instincts are in overdrive as they watch their baby sob. 

Sharing a look, Viv pulls you fully into her grasp, your arms and legs clinging around her. She walks to the far end of the bench, away from the rest of the team, as Beth frantically digs through her bag. She knows that some of your stuff must be in there. 

Digging out a pacifier and your comfort rag, she hurries to join you and Viv. Viv has sat now, but you’re still clinging tightly to her, your chests pressed together. She’s rocking slowly back and forth while cooing to you softly in Dutch. Even though you had no idea what she was saying, it usually calmed you quickly. Not today. 

Beth presses a kiss to the top of your hair before sitting beside Viv. She wants more than anything to pop your dummy in and watch as you suckle. Your breathing would slow as your eyes drifted shut. But she doesn’t want to, not yet. If they can figure out what’s causing your distress and fix it quickly, it’s not impossible that all three of you could soon return to practice. 

Unfortunately, their usual tactics don’t work. Giving in slightly, Beth passes you your comfort rag. You slam it sloppily to your face. While this is usually a cure-all, it doesn’t stop your tears. 

Sharing a look, they decide to break out the big guns. Beth pulls the rag away from your face just enough to slip your dummy between your lips. Now they can just wait. 

The repetitive motion does soothe you, quieting your sobs slightly. You’re still nowhere near where you usually are. 

All hopes of returning to practice have vanished long ago. Now, your mums are simply desperately trying to calm you enough to get you home without you making yourself sick. It was sure to be a long day. 

[jinx-420]

Summer fling 2 - classic trick

Pt one - Summer fling

Summary: Your brothers childhood friend joins your family’s annual summer beach trip, nothing has changed between you two…right?

Warnings: brothers bsf Abby x fem reader, gets a teeny bit smutty, smoking weed, Abby calls reader princess like a billion times. this isn't proof read at all..

A/N : this was sitting in the drafts unfinished foreverrrr so I forced myself to write rq so I didn’t wanna leave y’all hangin for even longer 😍 I hope this one is good enough 🔥‼️

“Abby would you be a dear and wake her up, honey?” Abby politely agreed and put her focus on you, which doing so happened to keep her entertained the entire car ride. Your hair was slightly messy as you turned in your sleep. Abby would be lying if she said she hasn’t felt a little creepy staring at you sleeping for so long, but she just can’t stop looking at you, observing your features, wondering what your dreaming about. it almost gave abby a sense of nostalgia as she recalls when you were a kid, always falling asleep on road trips or whenever they had movie nights, which always ended with Jordan having to wake you up, leading you to become grumpy for the remainder of the movie. Abby wished she could be the one to wake you up every time, even though you had a known tendency to be grumpy when woken up, she didn’t care, if given the opportunity Abby would make you a perfect breakfast in bed in return for a kiss. (Not like she planned it out or anything) to be truthful Abby was slightly intimidated by the task of waking you, which is logical considering she had never woken you before, Jordan always rushing to annoy you. As Abby was picking at the reasons to not wake you up in her head, they were pulling into a gas station so Abby knew it was inevitable. She would just have to cross her fingers and hope for the best. She approached you gentle and brung her hand to your head, softly pushing your hair behind your ear before she moved her hands to your cheeks, gently caressing your face until your eyelids twitched, letting her know you would be waking up. You let out a gentle sign as your body started to wake up. With your barely conscious, blurry waking up brain, you snuggled into whatever the hell was so warm and comfortable.. which was Abby. Her brain practically short circuited seeing you getting very comfortable with her body. You snuggled your face on her waist, her shirt rising as you snuggle slightly deeper into the material, Abby feeling your face but more importantly lips on her waist. Abby felt pathetic the way you were making her feel like she was touch starved, she was always the one for that job. with other girls she was contained and abby always the one making them flustered, but with you it was a whole different story. Abby doesn’t comprehend how you seem to be making her a mess when you don’t even mean to, it’s honestly frustrating. even just last night Abby found herself almost loosing her composure with just having you touch her. She also is reminded of the fact that you got her so worked up and so fucking desperate for you, she couldn’t help but relieve all the ache you gave her after practically teasing her all night. Abby would also like to brush over the fact that she used your hoodie to get off, or just forget about the whole thing completely. “Is she awake yet” Jordan asks, snapping Abby out of her haze. “Oh she’s waking up” Abby says trying to play off the fact she zoned out staring at you. “Alright do you want to come with me in the gas station?” He asked while yawning. “Nah I’m good but can you get me a water and get her those smoothies she likes?” Abby said watching as he gets out of the car. “Yeah sure, be back in a sec” he says shutting the door softly, jogging up to your mom. Abby was so caught up in the conversation with Jordan she failed to realize you stirring in your sleep a bit.

“Cmon don’t give me a hard time wake up” Abby says with a giggle and squishing your cheeks together until you finally opened your eyes and gave her an unexpected hazy smile. “There she is, you get your beauty sleep princess ?” She says ruffling your hair. You playfully swat her hand away as you start to sit up, taking in the fact you were sleeping on her. “Oh shit, I’m sorry i didn’t plan to sleep that long..” you say as you look outside to see the dark skies. “Like I said last night, I don’t mind you snuggling up to me” Abby said with a little chuckle, seeing that you were slightly frantic. You had to admit this was the first time someone had woken you up that you didn’t want to kill them first thing you do, in fact you wished that abby would wake you up ever morning. Seeing that face first thing when you wake up, now that’s how you start the day.

“Anyways how’d you sleep?” Abby said staring relentlessly in the eyes that she missed so dearly. “Mmm you know it could be better” you say sarcastically with a teasing smile, staring the same way into her own eyes. “Oh is that so?” Abby said leaning back with her arms crossed together, manspreading an unnecessary amount. Although you were tempted more than anything to look at her arms or legs, you refuse to break eye contact. “Mhm” you say nodding your head. “If I was so uncomfortable then how come you just kept snuggling deeper and deeper into me hm?” Abby said with rasp at the end, making the eye contact almost unbearable, but you still didn’t give in. “Yeah right” you said feeling your face heating up, trying to play off how you knew it was most likely true. “Oh yeah? not like I have proof or anything..” abby said suspiciously looking around with a smile. “Abby I will kill you if you took a picture” you said, covering your face with your hands. you heard her trying to conceal her laugh and that’s when you looked back at her hesitantly. she was already pulling up the photo of you sleeping on her, snuggled right on her thighs and head slightly under her shirt. “Nuh. Uh.” You said in disbelief at her. “Your dead” you said through a giggle as you tried to reach her phone, after failing to swat her phone out of her hands a couple times you started to get closer, crawling so her leg was in between both of your knees. “Abby I’m serious.” You said failing to do so as she holds it in her hands giggling. You tried prying her fingers apart to get your phone but she didn’t let up. You let out a deep breath as you leaned your head against the seat, tired and accepting defeat that Abby would have the photo. Too busy staring at the stars, you miss the way Abby looks you up and down on her leg, paying extra attention to how your lips are parted, slightly out of breath, imagining this is how it would look after she fucked you. After a moment of silence you glance at Abby to see her giving you eyes that made her look drunk, slightly heavy while looking up at you. “What is it” you say quietly as if someone could hear you both, A smile growing across your face. Meanwhile Abby was far too deep in her thoughts to respond. Abby was going through possibility of you being into girls, she has always wondered. I mean you were the one to make Abby realize she liked women after all. She thought about all the times she tried to get something out of you to see any hint of your sexual orientation. It went from asking if you know who an openly gay person was, to picking a movie in which she knows there’s a lesbian sex scene. She would watch and observe you almost as much as the movie, trying to find any indication you liked it. And that’s exactly what she was doing right now, scanning your face to see any want in your eyes for her. “no use…” Abby said under her breath, not repeating herself when she heard you reciprocate a soft “hm?”.

you felt more confused than ever, did Abby say “no use” and if so why? You were silently staring at her trying to see where it came from. It’s not like your bad at reading people’s emotions, you have always been good at it especially with people important to you, So why couldn’t you read Abby ? Maybe it was a mix of not wanting to assume anything crazy and also that she changed?

“Hey guys, got your drinks”

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You were peacefully reading your book, only calming your mind down from everything with Abby just a short while ago. “Gotcha” Jordan says cackling like a witch as he snatched your book away from you. “Ohmygod you’re such a dick give it back” you say rushed before you lean over the seat to achieve your book once again, quickly sitting back down. he should know you don’t play around with your books. You let out a sigh as you recognize that Abby was particularly quiet when this ordeal happened. You glance over at her but didn’t suspect her to still be on her phone, uncaring. This behavior wasn’t like Abby, you don’t remember one time where she didn’t stick up for you or help you when your brother would pick on you but she didn’t even look.. is something still wrong from earlier ? If there’s one thing you absolutely hate, it’s when someone is mad at you and you don’t know why. You plan to sort this out as soon as you can, you hate that she’s the only thing you can think about right now.

Obviously, too zoned out to notice practically anything right now, the thing that caught you out of your trance wasn’t your mom and brother cheering at our arrival to the vacation house, it wasn’t the bumps on the bridge you were crossing, and it wasn’t the bright view of the sunrise above the ocean water. It was her, giving you those same damn eyes again. With all this time in the car you have had more than enough time to think things over, I mean cmon who looks at their childhood friends like that? You can’t be imagining things.

It felt like it was just the two of you, stuck in a trance together. If things could get any better, it definitely just did. her desperate eyes rake over your body, her lips separating as she lets out a rushed breath. she looks back into your eyes, seeing your face all flushed and the same desperate look in your eyes. You wish more than anything to stay in your own little world like this forever with Abby but your brother had to ruin it once again.

“Me and Abby get the biggest room”

He says as he climbs out of the car.

Your mom looks at Jordan as she’s stepping out of the car conflicted. “Oh about that honey, I think it would be best if two girls had the same room..”

Jordan looks at you both and your mom confused. “Just for sleeping Jordan, she can stay as long as she wants with you just not in the same bed” Jordan rolls his eyes before shutting the door to get his luggage.

You took a breath before starting to sit up and leave the car before you feel a firm hand on your shoulder holding you down. “Don’t worry, we’ll have lots fun princess” she said leaned into you in a quiet voice, lifting her hand off your shoulder. You felt so intimidated by her, those fucking eyes kill you. Not to mention when she touches you it does things to you that you don’t understand. You silently pray things will go your way this beach trip.

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It had been hours since everyone got packed in and comfy, the sun already set and stars starting to come out. As you sit on the balcony outside your room the smell of the ocean as the summer breeze hits you brings you back to every year you come here. You would like to focus on these memories but of course, abby intrudes your mind, specifically the fact that you two will be sharing a bed this whole trip. (not that your complaining) the only thing that scared you with her was the fact that you not only grew up with her, but she’s practically your family, which is off limits. “watcha doin out here” a much too familiar voice comes from behind you. “Just lookin” you said simply as you keep your eyes on the sky above you. “Looking at the stars?” Abby says coming closer. “Looking at how perfect it is here” you said looking at her next to you. The light from the moon illuminating her face and making her the most perfect thing here. Abby adored the way you would stare at her in moments like these, but she had to look away in order to not embarrass herself again. “What time is it?” Abby said as she stood next to you. You looked at her side profile and took in her appearance for a second, she was wearing a grey muscle shirt and black sweatpants. Before you were caught staring too long you looked at your phone to check the time. “11pm” you said while clicking your phone back off. She let out a hum and it went silent, both of you looking at the stars above you. Atleast that’s what you think, abby was far too busy staring at you. You were observing the little craters in the moon before you felt your body being lifted across her shoulder, making you shriek her name before giggling. Abby took it upon herself to sit down in the chair you were once sitting on and placed you right on her lap, your legs straddling hers, her arms snaking around your waist tightly, locking you onto her. You look at her as you move a bit in her lap, “not comfy ?” She asked with her eyebrows slightly concerned. You opened your mouth to respond before she pulled your lower back further on her lap, pressed fully against each other. You closed your mouth quickly to stop any noises to come out from the friction of her practically grinding you onto her. No way you would survive a whole month of this. “You wanna smoke?” Abby said casually like this was nothing as she tilts her head against you looking like a puppy dog. You nod your head almost hypnotized on her. She smiles with her teeth digging into her bottom lip, reaching in her pockets and pulling out a joint and a lighter. She placed the joint in between your lips and lit the end as you inhaled, the smoke in your lungs comforting you already. She takes the joint and takes a hit herself, blowing it away from you before leaning in to give you another hit. As you inhaled Abby pointed and said loudly “Shark !!!”your eyes went wide at her outburst as you start to cough on the smoke. You begin laughing as you see her smile and punch her slightly on the arm. “Asshole”

The both of you stayed out there for hours, talking about anything and everything.

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“Hey, you fallin asleep again?”

Abby said in a level just above a whisper, everyone else asleep in the house. “Pshhh me? I never fall asleep” you said yawning mid sentence, making you both giggle an absurd amount. “You know what I was thinkin?” She said still giggling. “Oh god up to no good” you say hiding in her chest tearing up from all the high laughs. “We never did that prank on Jordan, I say now’s the perfect time” she said raising her eyebrows at the last bit. Your eyes widen at her words remembering the forgotten prank. “I’ll get the water” you said quickly, ready to get some payback. You attempted to raise yourself off of Abby before she pulled you back onto her, once again pulling your lower back to be against her. “Easy tiger, don’t you think we could do better than the classic trick” abby said finger quoting the end. “You’re so right. What are you thinkin ?” You said curious to what trick would be better. Abby looked around pondering before raising her brows. “Man.. I got a great one but I don’t think you can handle it.” She said slightly teasing you, blowing air out of her puffed cheeks and looking up. “oh shut up I can handle anything” you say shocked that she thinks you can’t handle a little prank, it was a little prank right? You thought before she tsked and looked you right in the eyes “how mad do you want him to be” Abby asked, eyebrows raised waiting for your answer. “Mad.” You said widening your eyes. Abby observed your face for a minute before responding. “Let’s make him think we’re fucking right next to him” your mouth falls open as you stifle a laugh. “And how are we ganna do that” you say in disbelief. “Well.. let’s go in his room, and then we’ll “fuck”and wake him up. Boom. Simple.” Abby said waiting for your reaction before laughing. “Relax, he will only be mad for a few seconds” she said still waiting for your response, biting her lip. “Fuck it” you said throwing your hands up laughing with Abby. “Atta girl” she said before reaching under your thighs holding you on her while standing up. God if Abby keeps it up with these praises your ganna go crazy. Abby steps into his room to hear his snoring and you immediately spot his led light and point to it making Abby chuckle, she switches it from the current color : blue, and change it to red. Abby walks over to the couch in his room and lays you down on it gently, picking up a blanket next to you before covering your legs in it. “I’m not cold abby” you said slightly confused. Abby looked at you briefly before sitting down infront of your legs “the blankets not there for heat babe” she says with a wink. Your face flushes realizing what you’re going to have to do to wake him up. as she put her arms under the blanket to spread your legs. “If everything goes to plan, we do this and he gets mad when he lifts up the blanket I’ll take a picture of his face” Abby said smiling and waiting for your response. if Abby knew all she had to do was a simple prank to get in between your thighs then this would be the “classic trick”

“Why can’t I be the one in the blanket” you said softly sitting up to meet Abby’s face. She scoffed before speaking in a raspy whisper “because which one of use looks like a pussy eater and which one of us looks like a pillow princess.” She said with a brief innocent smile. Your mouth was left open as you process her words, does Abby not know your lesbian? You’ve got to be joking. “Looks can be deceiving..” you say looking away with your lips to the side. Abby thought she was hearing things, “what’s that suppose to mean” Abby says quickly, Desperate for any clue you could want her. “Your not the only one that eats pussy is what I mean, Abby. And trust me. I am not a pillow princess.” You say simply stating facts. Nothing in the world could have possibly prepared Abby for what she was hearing. All this time you were lesbian? And from the sound of it as big as a lesbian as her? Abby’s head was spinning as she felt her face catch on fire and struggle to speak. Abby felt weak as she stared into your eyes, the eyes that didn’t know how wet she just made her, and just how much more Abby needed you. You loved seeing Abby in this state, it was definitely a rare sight and god you weren’t complaining one bit. Seeing her flustered was one thing but knowing that you caused it, filled you with feelings of pride and possessiveness that you want to keep feeling. “Abby” you whispered inching closer to her face. she had the same look on her face from the car, desperate. “Mhm” she responded, her eyes on at your lips. “Can I kiss y-“ Before being able to even finish your sentence Abby puts her hands on each side of your face and closes the space in between you. Finally feeling the lips you’ve thought about all these years felt like a drug, and you needed more. You put your much smaller hands on top of hers and moved your lips with hers like it would be the last time, your teeth grazed her puffy bottom lip before sliding your tongue over it making Abby audibly whimper. You felt like you were going to explode if you didn’t feel more of her soon, especially after hearing her whimpering. You pulled away to catch your breath to see a sight that defeated the purpose of doing so, Abby looking all fucked out with her puffy dark lips and flushed face. And those fucking eyes. She swallowed before speaking up in a voice that was pure lust. “Fuck this prank, strip.”

[byhimawari]

“Home”

(a RivaMika drabble)

“Make a wish, papa!”

Extended out to him is a little hand holding out a dandelion, the pappus fully bloomed into its puffball nature, loose bristles floating away in the soft spring breeze, a beautiful and carefree sight, just like the bundle of joy that holds it.

She smiles her mother’s smile, an excited glimmer in her eyes that compliments the rosiness of her cheeks, warm and damp from all her frolicking in the vast green fields before them. The young girl tip toes between her father’s legs trying to bring the flower closer to his lips, urging him as she pouts.

“Papa, hurry before the wind blows it away!”

Levi chuckles softly and leans forward to blow gently on the dandelion, the wisps dancing in the air and eliciting chime-like giggles from his daughter’s lips.

“What did you wish for?” She asks excitedly, her curious eyes glistening with so much wonder.

“I can’t tell you, princess,” he wipes some dirt and sweat off her face with his handkerchief, “Otherwise, it won’t come true.”

A long whine escapes her, “Aww, I promise I won’t tell anyone —!”

“Mama, for you!” calls another sweet voice belonging to that of a young boy who comes running back to them from the fields.

Hugging and puffing with a proud and contagious grin on his face arrives the boy, handing his mother a bundle of flowers he had picked from the field himself; excitedly so it appears, as the roots are still intact. Mikasa smiles warmly, stroking his cheek tenderly as she affects his gift.

“It’s beautiful, my love,” she says, her voice soothing and kind, “Thank you so much.”

“I want to get flower for mama, too!” exclaims their pouty daughter in envy.

“Both of you go and gather some more flowers for your mother, then. Let’s see who can get her the most.”

There’s a hint of mischief in Levi’s tone, as he knows just how they will react because, well, they’re his children after all, and if there’s something that they both inherited from him and his wife, it’s their competitive spirit.

“Okay!” Both children chirp before racing off, fusses of who is faster fading into the distance.

Mikasa lets out an exasperated sigh, nudging her husband playfully, “Must you always instigate them?”

“I’m merely giving them more creative ways to bond as siblings,” Levi replies cooly, though with a smug grin pulling at the corner of his lips, “You can’t fault me for that.”

Mikasa could only laugh quietly in defeat, “No, I suppose I can’t.”

“Plus, you deserve more flowers than that,” Levi face softens as he turns to her with that reserved smile of his, taking and stroking her hand comfortingly with his thumb in the pattern she likes, “You deserve a flower field that never ends.”

The glisten in Mikasa’s eyes as she smiles back with a grateful gaze is a reply worth a thousands words. She snuggles in closer to Levi and he instinctively wraps his arm around her shoulder, making the wooden bench they sit upon swing lightly back and forth. Both let out a breath of contentment as they watch their children run and play, chasing one another with flowers in their hands.

The sight warms up Mikasa’s heart like a wonderful dream, except much greater, because it’s no longer just a world built on desperate hope and delusion, but instead a reality — a world where a mother and father can watch their children play freely without the fear of monsters emerging from the woods, a world where the sea is just the sea, and a world where, at long last, 'home’ is definite, always there, always waiting for her, never wavering.

Because home is them.

“Make a wish, Papa!”

“Mama, for you!”

“You deserve a flower field that never ends.”

It will always be them.

Their children’s laughter fills the air as they blow more dandelions into the sky, and its in the very moment she sees them close their eyes to make a wish, when Mikasa finally admits that perhaps, the world isn’t so cruel after all.

"What do you think how life will be if we didn't end up together?" **

Levi smiles and brings Mikasa's hand to his mouth. He kisses their wedding band that is wrapped around her finger. **

"I suppose that's the best part," he says. "We'll never know." **

fin.

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** = lines written by lovely and beyond talented wife @cryinginthebackseat, whom inspired me to write this drabble from just her snippet alone! I love you! ❤️

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 13

In this final part we rap up the Chopra's for this rotation.

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets Mercedes has a speech delay and may get words wrong, correct wording will be in brackets if that is the case Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

At the Rec centre Cassandra sets herself up to stream her guitar practice and hopes some locals may tip her some coins. Rahul meanwhile focuses on getting Viola talking. I would say, easier said than done but the whole point is it’s not easily said.

Rahul: Let’s do words. I know you know some, can you tell me?

Viola: Papa… Mama… lo ee (Love me)

Rahul: Lo ee isn’t quite a word but good job trying. How about we try one together? Me and you? Say after me, me…

Viola: Dee *twirls braids*

Rahul: Me…

Viola: Gre *dances in place*

Rahul: You…

Viola: Poo *flaps arms*

Rahul: Poo is a word! Not the one we were trying but I’ll take it. Poo is what you do in the potty

Viola: Papa?

Rahul: Yes green bean

Viola: I no no (I don’t need words)

Rahul: You don’t want to practice words right now?

Viola shakes her head to hammer home the point.

Rahul: What do you want to do then Viola

Viola: *hums* papa pa mi ah ah (Papa play with me, up up) *waves arms*

Rahul: Alright, you win. We’ll play for now

Viola jumps up and down in delight making joyous noises. Over the other side of the garden Cassandra has amassed a small crowd of sims but smiles to see Viola happy.

Rahul: Play time, up we go

Viola: Ah… up up

Rahul: Hey you got it green bean. Hold on tight, we’re going to fly

Viola giggles and shrieks as Rahul spins her around every which way. It can’t last forever though as the twins are due home soon.

Age up day means new photo time! Even if it is cloudy. One picture in everyday and one in hot weather as it’s getting quite hot and muggy. Unfortunately, we discover Viola hates being carried so she’s very glad when it’s over. Cassandra is desperate for the bathroom so heads inside while Rahul introduces the girls to bikes.

Rahul: They’ll allow you to see how beautiful all of Henford is. Now do you need help, I can help teach you

Mercedes: No papa, I got it

Savannah: Maybe… My motor skill…

Rahul: How about I give you some guidance and you can send me off whenever you like honeybee

Savannah nods happily and Rahul carries her down the steps to her bike. Mercedes is already tying to move around, helpfully wearing the ladybug helmet as the twins hair matches even more with helmets on. One particularly enthusiastic movement send her head into the handlebars though and she rubs her sore eye.

On the deck Viola is doing her best to stack blocks. There’s still the temptation to just put them in her mouth and chew. Inside Cassandra decides to take a pregnancy test since she’s had to pee more than normal today. What do you know, it’s positive! Next pregnancy has begun (and will have to be paused between households). Cassandra is delighted but she still feels sicker than she usually does when pregnant (probably all the mods).

Rahul is trying his best to provide guidance but the girls are still getting used to the bikes, walking on them in tippy toes on the front walkway and around the gates.

Snuggles: *clucks* what are you doing

Seven: *bleats* investigating. What are those things

Snuggles: *clucks* who cares? Just stay away from them or we’ll end up 2D

Cassandra comes outside and walking gingerly down the steps calls Rahul over while the kids are busy.

Rahul: Hey, you okay my darling

Cassandra: I’m not great but I am happy. Big guy… we’re pregnant again

Rahul: We are? Oh that’s amazing

Cassandra: I can’t promise it’ll be a boy

Rahul: I know from my biology degree, that y chromosome is down to me. Come here my darling. Boy or girl, I love them already

Cassandra: I just feel a bit groggy with it all. And I don’t know how the girls will react

Rahul: The twins are older now, they might be more understanding. And I’m sure Viola will love a playmate eventually

Cassandra: You get Viola in and I’ll talk to the girls

Rahul: As you wish my darling

Cassandra moves over to the danger zone that’s full of wobbling bikes and calls for Mercedes to come see her, she is the more sensitive of the two.

Cassandra: Little ladybug, you know how me and papa had Viola

Mercedes: *smiles* You’re sending her back?

Cassandra: No. We’re actually having another one. You’ll be a big sister again

Mercedes pouts in annoyance so Cassandra sweeps her into a hug.

Cassandra: Listen to me. No matter how many kids me and papa have, we will always, always, love you. Do you understand little ladybug?

Eventually Mercedes stops squirming and hugs her back tightly. She whispers that she loves her mama and Cassandra relaxes.

Savannah: What are we hugging about

Mercedes: Bad news! Another baby is coming

Savannah: I don’t know, another one could be good. It could keep Viola busy so we don’t have to talk to her. Are you and papa really having a baby mama

Cassandra: Really really. Are you okay with it Honeybee

Savannah: Sure. I can always just ignore it

Rahul: Do you understand green bean? Mama is making a baby so you’ll have a younger sibling

Viola: Mama av ab? I no ab (Mama is having a baby? I don’t know what a baby is)

Rahul: They’ll be small but they’ll get bigger then you can play with them

At this explanation Violas eyes light up. She may not understand what a baby is but something to play with sounds like fun. Her older sisters never seem to want to play with her.

Cassandra: Applesauce. Eat up Viola, you need to grow big and healthy

Savannah: Can I name the baby

Mercedes: No fair, I want to name the baby

Savannah: But I'm oldest

Cassandra: Me and papa have to talk about it first but I guess we can talk about it together afterwards

Rahul pulls a face at this idea but doesn’t let the girls see, he doubts they'll offer any ides beyond Twerp or Nincompoop.

After dinner Cassandra plays some My Sims Racing with the twins. Savannah being a geek is only to happy to “work” on her fine motor skills by playing.

Mercedes: Be quiet Viola, I’m focus (concentrating)

Viola keeps banging away at the xylophone, giggling and laughing despite her sisters protests. It’s a tight game with no clear winner but the twins are happy they get to spend time with their mama.

Cassandra: Good game my darlings, bedtime now

Savannah: Viola’s not going to bed

Cassandra: Your papa will get her now come on, we can start the new book

Mercedes: YES

The girls get in their pyjamas and climb into bed. Cassandra begins to read but they’re both asleep before the first chapter ends. Smiling she tucks Mercedes in and reaches up to stroke down Savannah’s hair.

Walking into the nursery Cassandra finds a sleepwear wearing Viola clinging to Rahul’s leg while he does his best to encourage her to let go.

Cassandra: Are we not asleep yet

Rahul: She seemed to be waiting for you

Viola detaches herself from Rahul’s leg and toddles up to Cassandra, hugging her leg tight in the same way she was holding onto Rahul.

Cassandra: Oh hey, I love you *kisses forehead* Shall we have a story green bean

Viola nods happily, climbs onto bed and tucks herself under the covers. While Rahul works on cleaning up her latest potty accident Cassandra reads to Viola. Cassandra isn’t sure how much Viola understands but she seems to enjoy it right up until she falls asleep.

With that we’ve reached the end of the Chopra household for this rotation. Next time we’ll get to visit the obstetrician and find out if Cassandra has just one baby on board this time.

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[illiicits]

A year and a half

Hi everyone! This is my first cod work. I’ve played the game for years mostly multiplayer but I’ve always held the call of duty games close to my heart. I just found the tumblr side of cod and can I just say these works are 🥵 and very well written. So if you write thank you so much for giving me entertainment. Secondly, this is not proof read and the idea came randomly. I may make some more parts depending on if you guys like it. I’m thinking different months and some other issues thrown in with the Y/N life. The original story was going to be just college Y/N having to wait 6 months for ghost to come back and during the time he’s gone she starts classes back up. There would be a guy who crushes massively on Y/n and he’s always breaking boundaries. (No cheating, cause ew but I love civie Y/N trope). Let me know if you guys would want more.

Warnings: mention of sexual acts (nothing graphic i don’t think, kind of sad vibes, nicknames (babygirl, princess and love), idk any other warnings lol.

Word count: 1758 (something like that).

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The first day:

The light filtered through the closed curtains around the edges. It was barely noticeable but it definitely was there. You turned your head to look at the clock on your nightstand reading 5am. With a small sigh you turned to look up at the ceiling staring at it.

Closing your eyes and focusing on remembering the weight and warmth of the body lying next to you. Embedding the feeling and weight of the tattooed arm laying across your bare stomach. Your pointer finger lightly tracing the tattoo.

A soft deep groan escaped from Ghost, his arm laying across your body tightened around your bare torso, pulling you closer to his body.

You’ve been with the man for awhile now, but somehow knowing he’s stark bare and his legs are tangled with yours has a warmth heating your face and down your neck.

You knew he left love marks all over your body. You could feel them pushing in your skin as a reminder of yesterday.

Last night was different than the other times. He had been different. He was desperate and angry that he was leaving you so soon after he just got back months ago.

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He had stormed his way into the front door of your shared home. He was grumbling to himself looking through the house to find you. It didn’t take him long for him to find you snuggled into a blanket on the couch watching some tv show he no doubt will have to listen to you talk about over and over again when something exciting happened, not that Ghost minded, he loved seeing you happy and excited about something.

You startled when you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. Ghost is always so quiet on his feet, moving in complete silence even when he’s home.

“You scared the shit out of me baby” you said giggling at yourself. “I’m sorry my love.” Ghost replied pulling the blanket away from your body as he went to sit down on the couch next to you. He tugged your wrist lightly guiding you to sit on his lap. “I’m so sorry my love” Ghost started his voice deep and sad. “I tried everything to get out of it but they need me. The team needs me.” Ghost said softly moving a fallen hair back behind your ear.

Your stomach sank at his words and you stared at your hands that sat in your lap. “How long is it for this time?” You asked softly, holding back the lump in your throat. “Yo-you just got back though, can’t they send any other team?” You questioned Ghost stuttering a little, finally looking at his face. “About a year they are guessing but could be more”. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a little squeeze. “I don’t want you to go… I- I don’t want- please don’t go.” You started crying, choking on the words. You pleaded with him not to go. You just got him back from the last mission.

How can you do a whole year? You missed him desperately already.

“I know baby girl, I know… shhh. It’s alright you’ll be okay I promise.” Ghost tried soothing you with hushes and kisses. He held you as you cried into his arms. He hates seeing you like this. “We won’t be able to talk at all during this mission. They strictly are cutting all outside communications. No cellphones, no computers, mail, emails or anything of the sort”. You sobbed harder little hiccups leaving your lips. Ghost stared at your wet cheeks and puffy red eyes. He leaned down and kissed each eye and then your nose. “I’m sorry my beloved.”

“We won’t be able to talk about anything for a whole year?” You cried out, the reality of what it would be like without talking to him for a year… how would it affect your relationship?

Ghost and you sat on the couch for a while cuddling and watching your tv show.

Before bed the energy had shifted. You had showered and came out in one of Ghosts black shirts, the fabric ended mid thigh. You had gotten in bed and his arms instantly wrapped around you pulling your body nice and close to his. He kissed you sweetly, innocently until he got bored of it and decided to escalate the situation. He had pulled you on top of his lap kissing you deeply and rubbing his hands all over your body.

That night ghost and you made love over and over again. Sweet and slow, fast, deep and desperate. He left love marks and bruises all over your body. Something about this time was different, the sex the night before, the way Ghost carried himself, the way he talked about the mission information, at least what he could tell you. Not being able to text, call or mail him anything hurt. That was what was different. Not texting or anything at all was different. He always made a little time to talk and text at least once a week.

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You sigh as he finally woke up and kiss your cheek, staring into your eyes after. He watched as your beautiful bright eyes filled with sadness and tears. The morning had dragged on as you watched from the warmth of the bed.

Your eyes followed his movements as he threw on his boxers, followed by his black cargo pants with more pockets than he actually probably needs. Eyes lingered on his hands as he looped his belt and buckled it, the loud noise sounded deafening in the quiet of the room. He threw on a long black sleeve shirt. His dog tags hung around his neck.

Ghost could feel you watching his every movement. His heart is heavy at the inevitable time where you both go to base and you say goodbye to him for the next year or more.

He hated it.

At some point his packing was done and you found yourself behind the wheel of his car. One hand on the steering wheel and the other holding his hand in a death grip. You pulled up to the base gates watching as men in gear holding guns walked around your car, one with a dog. You handed over the id and information Ghost had handed you to the gentleman. They all stood a little straighter when the guy checking the information boomed out some information. The gate had opened in front of your car, you grabbed the information saying a small quick thank you to the man, driving off and into the direction Ghost told you.

You parked and tears filled your eyes a little, but you will yourself not to cry. Trying to hold back the lump threatening to spill out from your closed lips. Ghost jumped out of the car coming around to your side and opened the door for you. He took your hand in his lacing your fingers together. As he opened the back door, grabbing his duffel bags and throwing them over his shoulder.

He looked down at you, squeezing your hand in his once, twice, three times. A silent but meaningful message to you- I love you. You squeezed his hand back tighter, one, two, three, four; four times. A silent I love you too. You walked hand in hand into the building, dreading the moment where you can no longer pass through.

Loud laughter and booming voices filled the room. Men all dressed similar to your boyfriend stood in a group all with luggage and gear of their own. You don’t remember what any of Ghost’s squad members had said to you. Their voices went in one ear and out the other, your ears were ringing loud. Heat filling your face as it reddens and tears wet your cheek.

The time had come for them to leave.

With a heavy sigh leaving Ghost lips, he turned to look at you, grabbing your forearms and pulling you tightly into an embrace as you let out a quiet sob.

Ghost held you in his embrace squeezing you tightly as his one hand cupped the back of your head and ran his rough fingers over your soft hair. Ghost lifted the mask to uncover his lips. He rests his cheek against the top of your head every so often to kiss it. “You’ll be alright, love” Ghost whispered to you. “And- and I’ll be fine too. I promise I’ll be- I’ll be safe” he promised. “As safe as I can be princess.”

His promises didn’t ease the pain and worry that was already starting to fill your head. You pulled back and looked up into his eyes. His eyes normally masked with light emotions that for strangers would be there and then gone in a flash, but with you, you could read his eyes something that bothered Ghost sometimes. Eyes locked on eyes; you stared into them, Watching the small amount of water that made his eyes glossy pool in the corner but he didn’t dare let them fall.

He was sad and he was sorry.

You knew he was, but none of the words he whispers to you and no matter how many promises he makes, nothing will change the feeling sinking into the depths of your mind, heart and stomach. You appreciated the effort though. Giving Ghost a soft smile and getting on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“I love you.” Ghost whispered against your lips while his arms wrap around your waist pulling you up off the ground and squeezing you to him.

“I love you too.” You whispered back tears falling down your cheeks making your kiss salty.

“Let’s go, Ghost!” Price yelled from down the hall. “Give her a kiss and hug from the squad too.” He yelled down the hall; Hollers and whistles followed after the 141 cheering at prices words.

Chuckling Ghost let you back on your feet, slipping his body away and grabbing his bags he discarded on the floor.

One quick kiss to your lips and cheek.

“I’ll be back in a year, love.” Ghost spoke softly, a promise lingering in the tone of his voice. “Be good, and stay safe princess.”

A smile broke through your grim expression.

“I will.” You promised.

“You better come home to me Simon Riley.” You told me.

“Always.” He replied with a wink; then he turned, tugging his bags on his shoulder and walked down the hallway towards his squad mates.

That was the start of a year and a half with out him.

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty Eight

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

As ever, thank you so so much for your love on this fic. It means so much.

Sorry for the two week gap on this. My anniversary fic and the holidays kind of got in the way, but we will now be back to weekly SGW updates. As long as you keep reading and enjoying - I will keep writing them!!

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

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Emily chuckles as she picks Lily up from where she’d been sitting, grabbing her just before she put a rouge Christmas tree decoration in her mouth. 

“I don’t think so, sweet girl,” Emily says, kissing the side of her head as she settles her on her hip. She tickles Lily’s belly and smiles when the little girl giggles. It was one of her favourite sounds in the world, something that could always cheer her up no matter what, “You trying to help Daddy and Jack take down the decorations?” 

“No one is helping Daddy,” Aaron chips in, raising his eyebrow at his wife as he carefully puts the lights from the tree back in the box. He tilts his head towards Jack who had gotten bored helping Aaron put everything away and was now playing his new video game. 

Emily winks at him before she turns her attention back to Lily, “He says that like he doesn’t get annoyed if we help and ‘put things back wrong.’” 

Aaron walks over and shakes his head at Emily, leaning in to press a kiss against her lips before he kisses Lily’s head, “Mommy isn’t the one who had to untangle the lights after she just threw them into the box last year.” 

She playfully narrows her eyes and looks past him to make sure Jack isn’t paying attention and then leans in closer to her husband, “I apologised. In your favourite way.” 

He can’t help but smile, any pretend irritation at her lack of help, something he knew would be more of a hindrance than anything, long gone. The holidays had been hard. He’d watched as his wife did her very best to be happy and present for Lily and Jack, desperate to make their little girl’s first Christmas a good one, but he’d been able to see past the facade she’d put on for their children. 

She was still grieving the miscarriage - they both were. The emotions around it made more complicated by the fact they hadn’t known she was pregnant and the comments from her doctor. 

It was hard. She’d smiled and laughed and helped Lily open all her presents and then helped Jack figure out his game when he asked, his palm on her knee as he leaned in close to her whilst she read the instructions. After the kids went to bed she’d collapse in on herself, her shoulders physically sagging as she finally let herself feel the weight of everything. He’d held her in their bed more than once as she cried, her tears something she would only allow herself in the dark safety of their bedroom, and he wouldn’t mention it in the morning. He knew her well enough to understand she had to do this her way, that he could support her by simply being there. 

It was the main reason he was taking down the decorations on January 1st. Usually, she liked to take them down when the 12 Days of Christmas were over, the holidays the only time she would ever even think about sticking to tradition, but he knew this year she wanted it over with. He’d been worried he’d made the wrong when she first stepped into the living room that morning, the decorations already partially down, but the relief that had flashed in her eyes, the way she’d kissed him a little fiercer than she usually would with the kids around, let him know he’d done exactly the right thing. 

Aaron kisses her and then pulls back, smiling at the sight of Lily snuggling into Emily’s side, her cheek against her chest. Seeing them together never failed to make his chest swell with joy. He wished Emily could see herself as he did, could see how she was Lily’s safe space, and Jack’s too when he was here. He wished he could go back to when she was pregnant with Lily and worried about her skills as a mother and tell her how good she was at this. How Lily would only really go to sleep for her, how she’d seek her out if she wasn’t around. 

“I think someone is ready for her nap.” 

Emily tilts her head to look down at Lily and she nods, “I’ll go put her down,” she says, kissing the top of Lily’s head as she runs a hand up and down her back, “Come on Lils,” she says, turning to leave the room, her voice fading as she gets further away, “Let’s leave Daddy to his tidying.” 

He shakes his head lovingly as she goes, but before he can get back to taking the tree down the doorbell rings and he checks his watch. 

“That will be your mom, buddy,” he says, smiling at his son as he scrambles up off of his place on the floor, his game abandoned. He was excited to see Haley, just like he was always excited to come here when it was time too, and Aaron was pleased they’d been able to work this out, that Jack was happy despite everything, “Go get your stuff from your room, and say goodbye to Emily and your sister.” 

“Ok, Daddy,” Jack says, already running out of the room, taking the stairs a little too loudly considering Emily was trying to get Lily to sleep. 

Aaron walks quickly to the front door, knowing if the bell rang again it also wouldn’t help in getting the 5-month-old to sleep. He smiles at Haley as he opens the door and steps back so she can walk into the house. 

“Hi Haley,” he says, “Happy New Year.” 

“Happy New Year,” she replies, smiling as she looks around, “Where is everyone else?” 

“Emily is trying to get Lily down,” he says, closing the door behind them, “And Jack is just getting his things.” 

Haley nods and smiles politely, “Did he make it to midnight?” She asks, “He told me on the phone last night that he was going to try.” 

Aaron chuckles as he shakes his head, “Not even close,” he says, leading her towards the kitchen, “He was asleep by his normal bedtime, even Lily outlasted him because we couldn’t get her to sleep last night,” he smiles as he turns to the coffee machine, “Coffee?” 

She nods, “Yes please,” she watches as he starts to make the coffee, “I’m glad you’re all feeling better,” she says as she takes a seat at the breakfast bar, “It would have sucked if you’d all been sick for Lily’s first Christmas and New Year.” 

He frowns, stepping towards the pantry to reach for the Splenda, “Feeling better?” He asks, tilting his head in confusion as he turns back to her, “What do you mean?” 

Haley narrows her eyes and clicks her tongue, her hands clasped on the counter, “You said you had the flu,” she says, pressing her lips together, “That’s why you couldn’t have Jack a couple of weeks ago and ended up having him the whole of this week to make up for it.” 

He curses himself internally for forgetting the lie he’d told his ex-wife when Emily had lost the baby, and he sighs, clearing his throat as he steps back towards the counter, hoping he can cover up his mistake. 

“Oh, of course,” he says, smiling tightly at her as he passes her a cup of coffee, “We all recovered quickly.” 

There’s a moment of silence as she stares at him, and he knows she’s seen through the lie, that she’d likely always doubted whether it was the truth. They’d known each other too long to lie to each other. 

“Why are you lying to me?” She asks, her frown deepening as she shakes her head at him, “Why didn’t you want Jack that week?” 

He sighs, his palms flat against the kitchen counter, “It’s not that we didn’t want him, Haley,” he says, “You know that. We just couldn’t that week.” 

She clenches her teeth, irritation licking at her insides as she glares at her ex-husband, “Why not?” 

He knows he could solve this by telling her the truth, that any anger she felt would disappear in a second, but he won’t. Emily wouldn’t want him to, which was why he’d lied in the first place.

“Can’t we just leave it at we couldn’t have him that week,” he says, pressing his lips together as he looks at her, “You have to trust me.” 

She scoffs, “I have to trust my ex-husband who just admitted that he lied to me?” she shakes her head and blows out a shaky breath, “I knew this was going to happen.” 

“Knew what was going to happen?” 

“I knew as soon as you and Emily had your own family my son would be left behind-”

“He is our son,” Aaron seethes, cutting her off, “And he is not being left behind. How can you-”

“What are you two doing?” Emily says as she walks in, baby monitor in hand, as she interrupts them, closing the kitchen door behind her, “Jack is upstairs, I gave him his game to distract him. I could hear you from the nursery,” she stands next to Aaron and places the baby monitor down on the counter. She sighs as she looks at Haley, “I asked Aaron to lie to you.” 

“Sweetheart,” Aaron says, his usual attempts to be careful around Haley, to not show off his relationship with Emily, nowhere to be found. He was more worried about his wife than anything else, he places his hand on her back and catches her gaze as she looks at him, “You don’t have to.” 

She knows she doesn’t have to, and she doesn’t really want to, but she knows Haley won’t stop unless she gets to the truth. That this would escalate more than it already had, and the person who would end up getting hurt was the little boy trapped in the middle of it. 

She smiles tightly at her husband before she looks at Haley. She reaches for Aaron’s hand and squeezes it, a silent request for support, and she blows out a shaky breath, “I had a miscarriage. I was in pain and I was grieving and I didn’t want him to see me like that,” she says, her voice cracking slightly, saying it outloud something she still struggled with, “That’s why we couldn’t have Jack.” 

Haley’s eyes go wide, all of her fight draining out of her in a second, “Oh,” she breathes out, stuttering before she clears her throat, “I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” she presses her lips together, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Emily chokes on a noise somewhere between a sob and a laugh and she shakes her head, her jaw tight as she tries to keep her cool, all of the frustration she’d felt for always having to consider Haley’s feelings, even with something like this, bubbling up in her gut, burning its way up into her chest as it finally escapes. 

“Because it’s none of your business, Haley. It’s mine and Aaron’s. No one else's,” she says, blowing out a breath as she lowers her voice, reminding herself the kids were upstairs, “I know this is complicated, but this is not your thing to be upset about,” she swallows thickly, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. “And we both know Aaron is an excellent dad, it’s one of the reasons we both had children with him, so don’t ever try and imply otherwise,” she squeezes Aaron’s hand before she steps away, “I’ll go tell Jack you’re ready to go.” 

Aaron and Haley fall into silence as she leaves the room, the quiet almost deafening as he looks at his ex-wife, her eyes fixed on the counter. 

“It’s impressive that she’s able to defend you whilst she’s also upset,” Haley says, her smile fading when her comment falls flat, “I’m sorry, Aaron,” she says, clearing her throat as she looks up at him, “I never should have said what I said, I know you love Jack.” 

He shrugs, “It’s fine.” 

“Were you…trying for another baby?” She asks, “Lily is only 5 months…” She drifts off as he raises his eyebrows, and she chuckles mirthlessly, “Right, not my business,” she stands up and smiles tightly at him, “I am sorry, Aaron. Please tell Emily I am too.” 

He nods, “I will,” he says, smiling when he hears Jack’s thundering footsteps on the hardwood floor, “Incoming.” 

“Mommy!” 

Aaron watches as his son enthusiastically tells his mom about his Christmas and New Year, even though they’d spoken on the phone every evening, and he’s grateful that even if things were hard sometimes, his son was happy and loved.

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Aaron picks up his clothes, and the ones Emily had left on the bathroom floor, and dumps them in the hamper, shaking his head lovingly at his wife. She was predictable in her messiness sometimes, a walking contradiction in the fact she loved the kitchen to be clean and the bedrooms to be organised but seemingly didn’t care about the bathrooms. He didn’t mind, he knew he had his faults too, his vacuuming something that left a lot to be desired, and he’d happily pick up after her for the rest of his life. 

He walks out into the bedroom and frowns when he sees the bed is empty, the covers on Emily’s side askew when she’d only been lying there a few minutes ago when he walked into the bathroom. The bedroom door is open, and it only takes a few steps towards it for him to realise that the nursery door is too, light filtering out into the hallway. As he gets closer he hears Emily singing, her voice quiet and soft as it draws him in.

“Dans la forêt, il fait nuit, les animaux sont endormis

Dans leur maison, les petits cochons partagent le même lit.

Le petit chaperon rouge a fait des bisous à maman

Elle n’a plus peur du méchant loup et dort paisiblement.”

He smiles as enters the nursery. Emily was on the loveseat, Lily fast asleep against her chest, her cheek squished against her t-shirt, a small patch of drool forming beneath her open mouth. 

“She okay?” 

Emily looks up at him and nods, tilting her head to look down at Lily, “I saw that she was awake on the monitor” she says, kissing their daughter’s forehead, “I think she just wanted a cuddle,” she smiles sadly at him, “I think I did too.” 

He knows it’s the closest she’ll come to asking for comfort, at least right now, so he walks over and sits next to her. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her closer, careful not to disturb Lily, and he kisses Emily’s temple. He wished he could take all the pain she’d ever felt away, physical and emotional, but he knows he can’t. He knows she wouldn’t want him to, even though she’d do the same for him if she was given the chance, so he does what he can do - he sits there and holds her close, happy to provide the support they both knew she wanted, even if she didn’t need it. 

“It’s always going to be like this, isn’t it?” She says, pressing her lips together as she tilts her head to look at him, “No matter what, she’s always going to be involved.” 

It’s a conversation they’d have countless times, one that never got any easier. They’d spoken about this when they got engaged, when they found out they were having Lily, and he knew they’d have it again. He feels guilt fill his chest, making it momentarily hard to breathe until he gets a whiff of her shampoo, and something uniquely her that lay beneath it, her presence a balm to him no matter what. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, stamping a kiss against her lips, “I wish it was simpler.” 

She hums, “I know,” she says, kissing him before she pulls back, “Me too. But it’s our life, and I wouldn’t change it for anything,” she blows out a steady breath, “I…I didn’t want her to know.” 

“I know you didn’t,” he says, an apology imprinted into every word, the guilt flooding his chest again, “I’m sorry I didn’t remember what I’d said to her,” he shakes his head at himself, “If I had this wouldn’t have happened.”

She chuckles softly and shakes her head at him, “Well, I’m not about to be angry that my husband is a shitty liar,” she says moving one hand from Lily’s back and cupping his cheek. She moves her thumb back and forth on his stubbled skin, “We’ll move past it. We always do,” she kisses him before she rests her head on his shoulder, “I want to sit here for a while. I don’t want to put her down.” 

“We can stay here as long as you want,” he says, running his hand up and down her arm, “Shall I sing a lullaby?” 

She raises her eyebrow at him, “Lily is asleep.” 

“I meant for you,” he says seriously, the glint in his eyes giving him away, “Although unlike some people I can’t sing in French.” 

She hums, “I guess I can accept English,” she says, and he playfully rolls his eyes at her before he clears his throat to start.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away.”

She presses her lips together, tears she doesn’t expect pressing at the back of her eyes as he sings, and she closes her eyes, letting the rumble of his voice wash over her, bringing her a sense of peace she had never known existed before him. 

When he finishes the song the room falls into silence, and for a moment he thinks she’s fallen asleep. 

“Aaron?” She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, baby,” he replies, his lips pressed against her temple.

“You really can’t sing.” 

-x-

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Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #25: Short Story Reading Challenge

A Mother Knows Best by angelic_amy [PG-13]

Buffy hates Spike and Spike can’t stand Buffy. Right? Ever since Willow’s ‘my will be done’ spell, the vampire and slayer have been plagued with thoughts and dreams of their supposed mortal enemy. And neither of them know what to do about it. When Joyce Summers receives a mystery visit from someone in the know, and learns a little about the possible future, the slayer’s mother is set to work – playing matchmaker. Set in early season four, post Something Blue, and goes AU after that.

A Totally Random Occurrence by Herself [NC-17]

The stake slipped from her fingers, and she had to take a deep breath to stave off the dizziness descending on her like a hood over her head. "You—I thought you were dead." A reunion in New York City.

And Then She Knew by Addie Logan [PG-13]

Spike does something different – faster and more clever – and everything changes. (Goes AU during "The Gift")

At Ease by The Danish Bird [NC-17]

Even with her eyes closed, Buffy would recognise this place in a second, and for a moment she wondered if she truly had ended up in a hell dimension this time. One that had doomed her to an eternity of Doublemeat Palace workdays. Buffy felt her lips moving, heard her own voice speaking, and as she opened her eyes she decided that a hell dimension definitely wasn’t ruled out just yet. “Welcome to the Doublemeat Palace, how may I help – “ She stared into Riley’s scarred face as she completed her sentence. “– you.” Her mom, Sunnydale, her home, Spike – There are many things Buffy misses in her life, but if she had gotten the choice to revisit a day that had already passed, this would so not be it!

Between the Empty Places by St Ephiny [PG]

When Buffy's at her lowest, Spike gives her the strength to go on.  What happens if Spike and Andrew return from their trip a little early, and Buffy realizes she's not alone during the mutiny?

Claw Marks by untouchable [NC-17]

Set after S2. Buffy never returns to Sunnydale. She stays in Los Angeles as Anne, working at the diner and running from her past until, one night, her past runs into her. Can two desperate broken-hearted people find some relief in the arms of one another, or will Buffy and Spike just tear each other apart?

Crash by Holly [NC-17]

True, Whistler sent her back to fix just one thing, but Buffy has always been rather ambitious.

Fantasie Segrete by Holly [NC-17]

The Slayer’s friends treat a very reluctant Buffy to a Valentine’s Day surprise in hopes of uplifting her spirits.

Floodgates by EllieRose101 [NC-17]

Willow’s engagement spell ends, but Buffy and Spike don’t want to let each other go. Now all their feelings have been brought to the surface, it’s like they can’t stop them. If anything, the feelings are getting stronger. But would being swept away be really such a bad thing?

Of Malls and Mistletoe by bookishy [NC-17]

Ethan Rayne's up to his old tricks, having hung mistletoe with the opposite of care all over the Sunnydale Mall. When it becomes clear that the only way to stop chaos from reigning over the year's biggest shopping season is for enemies to snuggle up beneath it . . . well, it's just a good thing Buffy finds Spike there after hours. Set a week after Riley's departure in "Into the Woods."

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A-Z headcanons for verosika mayday if you want no pressure!

💄Verosika Mayday NSFW Alphabet💋

A - Aftercare

If you’re a hook up would probably just put on her clothes and leave but if you guys are actually in in a relationship she’ll ask how it was and maybe snuggle a bit until you both fall asleep.

B - Body part

With 100% honesty she just likes her boobs and curves😭 For her partner she would love your lips and kissing them (both pairs if you’re afab ;))

C - Cum

Swallows, can’t think of more past that.

D - Dom or Sub?

I feel like she’s a switch with no lean. Sex is sex guys.

E - Experienced

Very experienced, I mean she’s literally a succubus. Experienced in all realms of sex and kink.

F - Favorite position

I can picture her loving to fuck against the wall. Wether top or bottom it’s super hot to her.

G - Goofy?

Outside of sex she makes a bunch of dirty jokes but actually in the act its a lot of sexy talk and less goofiness.

H - Hair

First I wrote clean shaven but now that I thought about it I think she would leave a little trimmed heart shape. Color is a very baby pink (like the majority of her head hair)

I - Intimacy

Very intimate, again as a succubus it all comes very easily for her during sex.

J - Jack off

I feel like instead of jacking off she would go out and find someone in the studio or nearby to hook up with. I mean who would say no to sleeping with THE Verosika Mayday?

K - Kink

Definitely bondage with all sorts of ties. I could picture her into threesomes and orgys.

L - Location

Will get frisky anywhere you please.

M - Motivation

Always up for sex but I think to actually get her wet hickies will do the job.

N - NO

I struggled with this but I came up with two turn offs. Sharp objects and severe denial (like being left alone tied up in a room) would be a no no for Verosika.

O - Oral

Is equally willing to both give and receive but has more experience with giving blow jobs then the amount of times she’s actually had someone eat her out.

P - Pace

I picture long, slow, and sensual foreplay but fast paced sex as she can’t wait any longer.

Q - Quickie

I imagine right before most of her shows she has a quickie to get the adrenaline pumping for the stage and performance.

R - Risk?

Takes a lot of risks with new kinks, public play, and all sorts. Very daring in all aspects of life but especially sex.

S - Stamina

Can last quite long. Succubus don’t necessarily get tired but she does prefer a few breaks more for a mental rest.

T - Toys

Wouldn’t go crazy for toys. Bondage, strap ons, and vibrators are where her collection ends. She would like the novelty of all these special toys but feels far more intimate with raw skin to skin sex.

U - Unfair

Will tease you until she eventually gets too desperate to continue that sort of play.

V - Volume

Naturally very loud but knows how to hold it in well and keep quiet when need be.

W - Wild card

Would hit a blunt while you guys are having sex and blow the smoke into your mouth.

X - X ray

D cup, has nipples that will get hard will easily. Her 🐱 is an innie and a slightly darker pink than her skin tone.

Y - Yearning

I think this woman is in like a constant state of horniness ngl.

Z - Zzz

I don’t think she would get like super tired afterwards unless it was a serious bdsm scene. If you guys are in a relationship though she’ll end up falling asleep just from the aftercare cuddle sesh.

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Til Death Do Us Part (And Even After)

Summary: Layla El-Faouly and Marc Spector, and Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley. Ruined, broken, but ultimately, together.

Or; The boys and Layla deal with the effects of being dead one minute and being back the next.

Warnings: Spoilers for moonknight, talks of death, hurt/comfort, author does not have DID, not proofread, canon typical violence, Khonshu is manipulative but what’s new, Jake is really only mentioned sorry guys, cross posted onto AO3.

Tick Tok, Marc Spector, Tick Tok.

Sometimes, if he listened hard enough, drowned out the voices of Steven and Jake and the city noises, he could still hear Khonshu. He could still hear his condescending tone and the shrug in his voice that he always did after Marc was driven to kill.

If he listened hard enough, Marc could also hear the bullets ring.

Was it from the time he was forced to watch as his partner executed those men at the dig site, all those years ago? Was it from the time Harrow looked into his eyes as he fell into the waters? Was it from the countless other times he shot people dead? Marc wasn’t too sure anymore, there weren’t a lot of things he was sure about.

Layla also could hear the gunfire, but to her it was so loud, it was deafening. She didn’t have to listen closely because it followed her wherever she went.

Even now, as she lay in bed with Marc, an alive Marc, it follows her.

He was sleeping soundly beside her, she was wide awake, looking at him as she played with his curls. He was here, he was here and he was alive and he was with her, they were with her. She had three boys who loved her very much, and yet she can’t sleep.

She snuggled closer to him, longing to protect him and keep him safe. She cursed herself everyday that she wasn’t able to do that before.

“Layla?” Steven groaned, stirring awake. Layla didn’t want to wake him, poor guy didn’t get enough sleep. She smiled at him in response, but he saw through it, her boys knew her so well it was scary. “Layla? Are you alright, love?”

“I’m fine, baby.” She kept on the fake smile, not wishing to worry her Steven. “Go back to sleep.” She caressed his cheek, a gesture full of love and comfort, a gesture that she needed as well.

Steven hesitated. He was worried, there wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t worried for Layla. Despite that, he nodded and it went silent.

Well, Steven went silent.

“Oh, baby.” It was Marc, his voice soft and desperate and full of love, he’s missed her, more than anything.

“Marc.” She looked at him as she bit back the tears. They embraced just like they did in the battle in Cairo, and she broke.

“I know, baby, I know.”

She was at home with them, they were at home with her. The upcoming battles will not be easy, but they will be together. They’re broken, but they’re together.

[corruptedforce]

@exitiosae​ liked for a Starter and I’m lazy and continued this instead

Things were not fixed, and her stance on what the man did was unfaltered, in fact ... Her concern grew through the years and with the Empire in place, how dangerous it was, but also the part the man she loved played in it ... How could she ever forgive him? And yet, sometimes, all she wanted to do was forget, to snuggle against his side, and act as if everything was alright. As if their whole lives didn't fall apart in the blink of an eye. It wasn't entirely possible though, even less so when she closed her eyes to sleep.

For years, she'd see him in her dreams. Or nightmares would be more appropriate, with the man's madness in his eyes, and how he begged her to understand, to join him. At times, she was even able to feel the pressure around her neck, and she'd wake up, as if gasping for air to fill up her lungs. She had been lucky that it didn't leave any damages in the long run.

And now ... He was there, with her, in this room they once shared, and all she could do was listen before reaching out to him, placing one hand on the man's thigh which she squeezed gently. She was trying to show him some comfort, for him to know that she was there, that she wasn't going anywhere. That whatever he did, they'd get through it. Together. " That's a good sign. It's proof that you feel guilty -- That you're not entirely unredeemable. " She said in a gentle tone. She knew this man changed, a lot, that he'd never be the same again. He made sure to let her know Anakin was gone, times and times again. " All you can do, at this point, is try to do better. But also, to never forget them. Mourn them, because you know that whoever knew them are no longer present, or unaware of their fate. "

There was something about finding out that one’s wife was not dead, had faked her death and that he was very different now, that made it hard for them to pick up the pieces. He wanted desperately to. He still loved her desperately, and hated that he hadn’t looked harder, but his body had been so weak, and he’d been told that she was dead, just like she had been told that he was dead, But, they both knew the other was alive and he longed for her, in every sense of the world. When he slept, which was rare, as his body didn’t let him sleep due to pain, the nightmares came.  

He had regrets. It wasn’t that he didn’t. He had nightmares of choking her, of killing those younglings. The adult Jedi, they didn’t matter to him, but her and the younglings, that would forever haunt him.  He had been through hell. His body was forever altered, and he had lost so much of it.  

He didn’t know what he thought coming to her tonight would do, but he needed to see her. She helped, even if it was hard for them, even if their future was uncertain.  “I don’t know what I am, Padme. I’m scars, charred flesh, barely human. I don’t know what the answer it.” He had his rebreather on his neck.  It allowed him to breathe, without a full suit, but he still needed it and he was ashamed of it.  “Everyone knows of the Jedi Purge. I am sure their parents know. It’s hard to imagine their parents know and trusted and I killed them all. I didn’t understand that then, but as a father, it’s a pain I can’t imagine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here. I just, I needed you..I needed to see someone that doesn’t feel like cold death.”

[wildxlily]

Playing Hooky Pt 1

While Lily and Harry may not sleep as tangled as they did in winter, with Lily desperate for Harry’s warmth, they still made sure they were touching in some way. When Lily started to stir, Harry’s arm was under her neck, one of her hands resting on his forearm.

 Harry was still sleeping as Lily began to stir. His arm was underneath Lily, his other hand resting under his head which was tilted away from the window where the sunlight was coming in. He’d always appreciate an extra day to sleep in.

Lily’s eyes blinked open, but even then, they were barely more than slits due to the sunlight. She inhaled softly as she slowly stroked her hand down Harry’s arm before interlacing their fingers together, subtly stretching, but not enough to disturb him. If he was going to sleep in, she’d let him sleep as much as he wanted.

 Harry didn’t stir with Lily’s gentle touches, but it wasn’t much longer after that that he began to slowly wake up. He already knew they’d have no problem taking their time waking up and making their way out of bed that morning.

 Lily just sleepily fiddled with Harry’s fingers and rings as she patiently waited for him to wake up. She didn’t even need to be facing him to know that he was getting there.

 Harry woke up and turned onto his side, facing where Lily laid, after laying there quietly for a bit. He rested his hand at her hip, noticing her playing with his hand. “Hi.”

 Thankfully, Lily felt his body shift behind her before she heard his voice so she wasn’t startled. Instead, she slowly leaned back enough that she could look at Harry over her shoulder. “Morning, lovey,” she smiled gently. He looked adorable sleepy and she always loved how deep and rough his morning voice was.

 Harry smiled softly and tiredly, still in the process of fully waking up. It always took a while after a sleep that good. He rested his head against the back of her shoulder. “How did you sleep?”

 Unable to see him now, Lily adjusted her head back on the pillow again. Not that she would ever complain about him being snuggled up against her back so adorably. “Good. Got a little warm somewhere in the middle of the night, but not bad,” she mused, fingers now tracing his tattoos. “How about you, dear?”

“You’ll just have to push me off of you if I’m heating you up too much,” Harry smiled a bit and left kisses along the top of her shoulder, “I slept very well. No complaints here.”

  Lily gave a small chuckle, “I’ll make note of that.” Though she doubted she’d ever really do it. Move to find the cool part of the sheets? Sure. But never would she shove Harry away. “Good. We clearly needed it.”

  Harry gave a small nod and hum in agreement, moving his head to lay back on the pillow. “Already worth it…” he grinned, shifting to wrap both of his arms around her waist.

  Once Harry moved back, Lily adjusted in his embrace and turned to see him. Automatically her hand reached up to brush a stray curl down. “Definitely worth it,” she mused with a smile. Any morning spent with Harry was a good one in her book, especially if it didn’t include an alarm and jumping out of bed.

  Harry smiled down at her, fingers going towards the hem of Lily’s shirt so he could trace them along her bare skin. His jaw dropped a little. “Have you not been wearing undies this entire time?”

  Lily’s head fell back with a laugh and she had to cover her mouth so she didn’t just breathe all of her morning breath into his face. She didn’t even think about it when his hand started to wander, but boy was she glad she had made the no undies choice if only for this reaction from Harry. “I can’t believe it took you this long to notice,” she giggled.

  Harry smiled even bigger watching Lily’s reaction to his genuine reaction. “We went to sleep. When was I supposed to notice?!” he grinned, his hand resting against her bare skin under her shirt, “No one told me it was no undies Monday…”

  “I don’t know,” Lily shrugged. “Didn’t know if the shirt would go up when I climbed in bed or the sheets brushed against it.” She did a little shimmy, wiggling her hips and her shoulders. “No un-day Monday,” she sing-songed in a horrible cockney accent which just made her giggle as well.

  Harry couldn’t help but laugh at Lily’s ridiculousness, just holding her closer against his body. “Seems like someone got a good night’s sleep,” he smiled.

  Lily grinned when he pulled her closer, her hand moving to rest on his chest, fingers combing through the little chest hair he had. “It’s amazing what no alarm and no work will do for a person,” she joked. Plus having such a wonderful husband to wake up to didn’t hurt either.

  Harry playfully scoffed. “I’m a bit offended neither I nor my chest hair are being attributed to your happiness this morning, but whatever…” Harry joked, looking away from her.

  Lily playfully rolled her eyes in return. “Babes…you and your chest hair are what make waking up every morning easier and more enjoyable. Work or not,” she assured him. “I’d be late every day if I didn’t have your handsome face to encourage me to open my eyes.”

  Harry gave in and smiled down at Lily. It didn’t take much to make him happy. “I find my chest hair to be very motivating.”

  Lily laughed and nodded her head in agreement. “You know how motivating your pecs are for me,” she continued to play along. They were absolutely ridiculous, but they both loved it.

  Harry laughed, bringing his hand up to rest at the back of her head and giving her forehead a kiss. It already appeared they definitely benefitted from getting that extra sleep. “I love you, silly.”

  Lily closed her eyes at his kiss, still smiling even when he pulled back. “Love you, too.” It was a good thing they were both silly. Anyone else might not enjoy their antics all the time.

  Harry smiled at Lily, gently brushing his fingers through her hair once he pulled away. “What’s on the agenda today, lovey?”

  Lily hummed thoughtfully as she moved to slip her arms around Harry, pressing herself closer if that was possible. “Mmm…staying in bed longer since Finny has already had food.” She scrunched up her nose and tilted her head to the side. “We should probably eat as well at some point.”

  Harry smiled and did the same as Lily, wrapping his arms back around her. “That might be a good idea. At some point,” he agreed with a grin, gently nudging his nose against hers.

  “Anything you’d like to add to the agenda?” Lily asked softly, nuzzling his nose in return. Her fingers absently traced his spine, going up and down the groove in his back from the base of his neck to the waistband of his boxers.

  Harry smiled and turned them slightly so Lily was on her back a bit more, moving her leg to rest over his waist. “I don’t know about you, but I feel like we have to do something to celebrate no undies Monday,” he grinned softly, leaning in to connect their lips.

  Lily was honestly a little surprised by Harry’s sudden change of their position, but she was not complaining one bit. All it did was just turn her on. “Well for one…I think you need to join in on the no undies. That’s like the number one requirement for a no undies Monday,” she replied. Her hand moved to cup his neck, thumb resting against his jaw.

  “Do you think so? I always thought the requirement was just that the sexier, smarter, funnier one had to be without undies…” Harry gave a little shrug, his hand resting along her outer thigh.

  Lily shook her head before he even finished, a slightly stern look coming to her face. “Lovey…you’re going to start an argument with words like that. You know I won’t let you talk like that,” she raised her brows at him. Neither of them could give a compliment like that and not expect the other to try and one up it or argue it.

  “Is complimenting you so bad?” Harry grinned softly, fingertips tracing along Lily’s skin gently while he leaned in to kiss along her jaw, his attempt in distracting her.

  “When you downplay yourself, yes. Don’t compare me against you,” Lily suggested. Goosebumps appeared on her leg from his light touch and she tilted her head for him, even if she wasn’t done speaking.

  “You know, darling… I like it when you’re stern when I’m trying to turn you on,” Harry smiled against her skin, sliding the hem of her t-shirt up, “Really gets me going.”

  Lily rolled her eyes once more, even if he couldn’t see it. But his words still had an effect on her, especially in his deep, lustful voice. One of her hands slipped between them so she could hook her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tug down. “Just take off your underwear, Harry,” she huffed. There was no begging. If he wasn’t going to, Lily would just do it herself.

  Harry’s jaw dropped a little but he didn’t say anything else, not wanting to push it too far. He knew his limits. He used his forearm to support himself as he lifted his hips from the bed, tugging his boxers down and sliding them off completely.

  Lily looked down when he pulled back and helped him, a self-satisfied smile on her lips as she laid on her back more. Once his boxers were off, she gently tugged his hip toward her so he would settle between her legs. “Now was that so hard?” she teased gently, lips brushing along the underside of his jaw. Her hand on his hip skimmed down the side of his thigh and then up the back of it so her hand brushed over Harry’s bare bum.

  Harry gave a playful roll of his eyes, like the one he assumed Lily had given him just moments ago in response to his teasing, but smiled down at her. He sat up in front of Lily, sliding her shirt up to take it off, so none of their clothes would be interfering anymore.

  While Lily didn’t exactly want Harry to move away, she was more than ready to get rid of her t-shirt; arching her back so he could get it up to her shoulder blades and then lifting her arms above her head. Once it was gone, she laid back and looked to Harry, admiring the view of him sat up in front of her. Her hands reached out to lightly run over his chest and abs. Her expression was no longer stern; instead, it was soft and adoring. Besides, it was hard to stay “mad” at Harry anyways.

  Harry tossed the shirt aside and moved to lean over Lily slightly, his hands planted against the mattress on either side of her body. He gave a soft smile before leaning in even more to connect their lips.

  Lily lifted her head to meet him halfway for the kiss, eyes slipping closed. Her hands continued their slow exploration of Harry’s body, as is she didn’t already know every inch by heart. “Babes,” she breathed out against his lips. “Can we do slow? I really liked your touch earlier.” He had to have noticed the goosebumps his touch left in its wake and how it made her breathing stutter a little even when she was trying to be stern.

  He brought one of his hands down to rub slowly along the inside of her thigh, keeping his touch light. He’d gladly take the morning to enjoy each touch and movement with his wife. “We can absolutely go slow,” he spoke against her lips, already taking their time with their kisses.

  Lily shivered a little at Harry’s touch on such sensitive skin, a reaction that he surely couldn’t ignore. With that decision made, Lily completely lost herself in Harry, all other thoughts going out the window. Which was never hard when her husband was such a good kisser.

  Their kisses slowly deepened, Harry focusing solely on Lily underneath him. Eventually he shifted his hand over to run his fingers along her core, taking in every shiver and goosebump and shift of her body since he couldn’t have his eyes on her at the moment.

  Lily inhaled softly at the attention to her core and then gave a quiet moan of encouragement. Her own hand had wandered lower, lazily following the lines of his hip muscles that just so happened to guide her down to his member. But she didn’t take him into her hand yet. Instead, her fingers danced along his length.

  Harry had been hard for a while now, so even just the light feeling of Lily’s fingers along him felt good. He slid his middle finger into her, taking his time to curl it and do those same motions over and over.

  Lily’s lips parted and a whimper slipped out. Even just that much attention felt great after all their teasing and getting each other worked up. In return, Lily began to gently stroke Harry, still keeping her movements slow, though.

  Harry trailed his kisses down along Lily’s jaw, humming against her skin when she began to stroke him. He slipped his ring finger in then as well, curling them both inside of her while kissing the most sensitive spots on her skin.

  Lily’s back arched and her free hand gripped at his hip, pulling him closer. “I’m ready, love, if you are,” she breathed out. Harry was beyond talented with his fingers, but Lily would always prefer him filling her up.

  Harry nodded. He slipped his fingers out and shifted his hips closer to Lily’s to line up with her, giving one more kiss to the hinge of her jaw before another to her lips. “Ready.”

  Lily let go of him and instead reached up to cup his cheek as she returned the kiss. She gave the smallest of nods in response to Harry. She was always ready.

  Harry smiled softly and once lined up, he shifted his hips forward to slowly slide into Lily. He’d never tire of this feeling of being with her fully, only craved it more and more each time.

  Lily’s jaw dropped a little. It always felt so damn good no matter how many times they’d been together like this. Being close with Harry always had her reeling. Her lips wandered from Harry’s to place kisses along his cheek and jaw as her body adjusted to him.

  Harry let them get adjusted to the feeling and once he had set up a slow pace, he shifted to wrap his arms around Lily, just how she liked. As if he didn’t love being this close to her, too. He rested his head against Lily’s, letting out soft moans at the feeling of her.

  Lily smiled to herself; Harry knew exactly what he was doing, but she still loved it. And having him moaning right into her ear? “I love you, Harry,” she whispered like it was a secret, placing a kiss just under his ear.

  Harry kept his pace consistent, hips meeting Lily’s with each thrust. And it felt incredible. He smiled softly and picked his head up to give her a kiss. “I love you, Lily.”

  Lily smiled against his lips and nudged his nose with her own as her thumb gently stroked over his cheek. Their bodies moved in unison. They didn’t even have to think about it anymore, everything instinctual after all the years (and all the sex).

  Harry smiled and gave a few more kisses to her cheek and jaw before resting his head against Lily’s again. He shifted his hips just the slightest as they moved together to get more friction for Lily.

  Lily moved to hook her legs around Harry’s hips, allowing him to go deeper and hit her spot more directly. This just earned more soft moans from her. One of her hands stroked down his back while the other gently carded through Harry’s curls.

  Harry was glad Lily welcomed him in, his thrusts deeper now and getting more moans out of both of them. He left kisses along her skin but kept his pace slow so they could enjoy each other completely.

  Lily was in absolute heaven completely wrapped up and tangled together with Harry like this. Her hips met his every time and each thrust earned a sound from the both of them. Lily could tell she was close, her body started to clench around Harry and the muscles in her legs getting tense. But she wanted to hold out until Harry was definitely there with her.

  Harry could tell Lily’s body was edging closer, and it wasn’t long before he was getting that same feeling building up. He also knew Lily was likely holding off for him. “I’m right there, lovey, you can let go,” he breathed, hitting her spot with each thrust.

  Lily opened her mouth to respond, but a noise came out instead at his thrust. “Don’t think you’re giving much of a choice,” she grinned at him. Her lips found his then and she kissed him deeply as she grew closer and closer to her end before finally crashing over the edge. “Harry!” Her jaw dropped in a loud moan and her hand in his hair gently fisted his curls.

  Harry returned the grin and kiss as long as they could keep up through their thrusts. Harry released soon after Lily and then they were both moaning against each other’s mouths, especially with that tug on his hair, and breathing heavily.

  Lily’s hips stuttered a little as she began to come down, but she still made sure to move them and help Harry ride out his high. She was really panting now as she sank back into the pillows, eyes closed.

  They helped each other to ride out their highs, Harry’s chest rising and falling quickly, but he still couldn’t help but take in everything about Lily. Her flushed cheeks, chest moving at its own quick pace, swollen lips and faint marks on her skin from all his kisses. He really was lucky. “Let’s take every Monday off.”

  Lily let out a small, breathy laugh and then opened her eyes to look up at Harry. Her hand in his hair gently combed down the curls she had messed up with her tugging. “That’s cheating to propose such a thing after sex like that,” she accused with a giggle. “I’m way too blissed out to think logically.”

  “I planned that, hoping I could trick you.” Harry joked with a smile, kissing her jaw before leaning up from her a bit to catch his breath. “Love you, darling.”

  Lily smiled adoringly up at him. “Love you, too. Always,” she promised. She still felt like she was floating and the heavenly sight of a sexed-out Harry above her wasn’t helping. “Do you want to stay…you know?” she nodded between them. “We can move to our sides.” No need for him to keep holding himself up.

  Harry smiled softly down at Lily and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. “Yeah, we could do that, lovey.” He only began to move slowly once he knew Lily was ready to move with him, positioning himself on his side next to her.

  Lily scrunched up her nose and then did her best to move as in sync with him as possible. “Good?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice. Last thing she wanted to do was hurt him just for the sake of having him still inside her and being this close.

  They took their time getting situated and Harry smiled at the fact that Lily was concerned for his comfort, considering he was the same for hers and not at all his own. “I’m good. Is this okay for you?” he looked down at Lily, arm going around her waist.

  Lily kept one of her legs around Harry’s waist to keep them close to each other and nodded. “It’s always fine for me. Just seems like it may tug you or something if we aren’t careful.” Nothing about it could hurt her, she thought.

  “I suppose it could, hasn’t yet,” he smiled down at Lily, tracing along her lower back. “I’m always worried about moving too quick or the wrong way, hurting you that way.”

  Lily moved her hand to rest on his bicep and absently stroked her thumb over his tattoos. She laughed gently, “That’s exactly how I see it hurting you. Don’t know how it could hurt me, really, but maybe I’m being naive.”

  “We’ll go with that.” Harry teased with a smile, resting his head on the pillow. He couldn’t complain about how their day off started. Much better than waking up to an alarm and heading into work. “You know what we’ve got to do today?”

  Lily scoffed a little, “Calling me naive?” She playfully pouted for a moment, but it was gone just as quickly as it came. She was far more content to just cuddle with Harry. “What’s that?” she asked, her voice barely more than a hum.

  It seemed that smile would never disappear from Harry’s face that morning, too content laying with Lily, even with their teasing. “Look at the preview.”

  Lily’s brows crinkled a little in the middle at first before raising as she assumed she figured out what he was hinting at. “More sex?” She guessed.

  Harry laughed softly and gave a slight shrug of his shoulder, not too bad of a guess, “Our photoshoot preview… but yes.”

  Lily quickly buried her face into her pillow to hide her burning cheeks. All she could do was laugh at herself, though. She peeked out just enough that she could talk without it being muffled. “I thought you were giving me a clue and meant our sex just now was a preview of how the day would go.” She shook her head, “I was not thinking about our boudoir preview.” Clearly their sex this morning still had a hold on her thoughts.

  Harry laughed, but didn’t carry on about it too much considering Lily already took it upon herself to hide her face in the pillow. “That’s okay, that’s okay… but I guess you can’t say I’m the only one with sex on the brain anymore, can you?” he teased and grinned.

  “Well, it’s hard not to think about it when it was so damn good and you’re still inside me,” Lily defended herself a little. But she still had a smile in her face, not believing the mix up.

  Harry easily returned the smile, knowing Lily was right. It was hard to think of anything else when their morning had already been incredible. “You’ve got a very good point there.”

  “But seriously, I can’t believe we forgot about the preview,” Lily mused. “I guess we were just so caught up in being asked to be Ruby’s godparents and then calling off.” It had been quite a busy day yesterday. Hopefully Sofia wouldn’t be too upset in the delayed response.

  Harry nodded. “Last night was busy. Somehow, I didn’t think of it again after you brought it up.” If they didn’t already have plans last night, Harry knew that preview would have been looked at immediately. “We’ll just have to reserve some time out of our day to look at it today,” he smiled.

  Now that it was on her mind, Lily couldn’t help but wonder what they looked like. She, of course, knew how they had posed, but to see what Sofia saw would be different. Especially with her artistic eye. “If you want, I can get my phone now. But that means we’ll have to separate.”

  “We could,” Harry grinned at Lily, rubbing his hand up and down along her side. Clearly, he was eager to see these pictures, but he could have enough self-control to hold off until Lily was ready if needed. “Should get up to use the bathroom, brush my teethies anyway.”

  Lily nodded, “Not a bad idea.” She wouldn’t mind brushing her teeth and washing her face. As nice as it was cuddling in bed, minty breath would be better. So, she shifted her hips back so that he’d pull out and then carefully untangled herself from him.

  Harry slowly pulled out from Lily and made his way out of bed, pulling on boxers, if only for going into the bathroom. He figured he’d do all his bathroom stuff quick while Lily found her phone, heading in to brush his teeth first.

  Lily opted to get her laptop instead so they could really see the photos. Once she’d turned it on, she set it on the bed and then went to at least put back on Harry’s shirt she’d slept in. Then she was joining him in the bathroom to brush her own teeth. “I turned on my computer for us to look at them there. Better than my tiny phone screen,” she explained as she put paste on her toothbrush. And they wouldn’t have to smush their heads together to get a good look either.

  “Thank you, lovey. I’m looking forward to this time together,” Harry smiled, having brushed his teeth already and moving on to wash his face. He’d been dying to see the pictures, so a preview would hold him over just fine.

  Lily got to work on brushing her teeth, waiting until Harry had finished washing his face before she took over the sink. She washed her face as well and admittedly felt much better, even if it wasn’t a shower or bath.

  Harry dried his face off and left the bathroom once he was finished so he wasn’t in Lily’s way. He checked his phone quick when he made it back to the bed, slipping halfway under the sheets.

  Lily used the restroom really quick and then she was joining Harry, sitting up against the headboard. She pulled her computer onto her lap and logged in to her email to find the message from Sofia. Her cursor hovered over the zip file she’d attached as she looked over to Harry. “Ready, lovey?” she smiled.

  Harry joined Lily where she sat, propped against the headboard with all attention on her laptop. He smiled, though, at Lily’s question and gave a nod easily. “Ready when you are.”

  Lily didn’t need to be told twice; she opened the folder and clicked on the first picture. It was one of the test shots she’d taken of Harry standing in the balcony doors. He looked like a golden god in the sunlight, the lighting just accentuating his abs and pecs and highlighting his stubble. “Babes!” Lily gasped. “Look at you, hot stuff!” She grinned over at him, waiting for his reaction.

  It was Lily’s reaction to the picture that got Harry smiling big, leaning over to rest his head along her shoulder momentarily. As if he was shy. “That’ll have to be my new ID badge photo for work,” he joked and grinned before he could accept her compliment, “Thank you, lovey. You’re sweet.”

  Lily placed a kiss to the top of his head. “No way. This one is just for me,” she teased. Figuring Harry wouldn’t mind the attention being off of solely him, she clicked to the next photo; a close up of their faces as they grinned at each other, a glint in their eyes that suggested they were sharing something between just the two of them.

  Harry picked his head up once Lily moved onto the next picture, that smile still on his face. Already in these pictures they looked so in love, so focused on each other with no room to be distracted by anything or anyone else. “We look like we’re up to something,” he smiled.

  Lily laughed, because she was thinking the same thing. “I mean…I think anyone that knows us would say we typically are up to something. So, this photo captures us perfectly,” she decided. They were quite mischievous on their own, but it just got even worse when they were together.

  “It does,” Harry agreed with a smile, enjoying the picture a little bit longer. He knew he wouldn’t be getting anything else done the day they’d receive the whole collection of pictures. The next picture Lily scrolled to was when they were seated near the edge of the bed, Lily straddling Harry’s hips while all caught up in each other.

  Lily’s eyes took in the photo and she was surprisingly less analytical of herself than she feared she would be. “My ass looks pretty good in this shot. Shout out to Sofia for the posing tips,” she laughed lightly. Sofia had guided her while making Lily feel confident and it was definitely showing in the photo.

  “Your ass always looks good, but you’re right, it looks very good in this picture, too.” Harry smiled. His arm automatically wrapped around Lily’s waist from where he was sitting, repeatedly pressing kisses to her jaw. “Look at how sexy you are! I’m gonna lose it!”

  Lily just giggled at all his kisses. “Lose it, yeah?” she asked playfully. Not that she could ignore the feeling the photos gave her. It was one thing to see Harry in those moments, but another to see them together.

  Harry smiled, eventually willing himself to pull away so they could go to the next picture when they were ready. “Completely, totally lose it,” he confirmed with a grin, bringing his hand down to rest on top of her thigh and running his fingertips along her skin.

  Lily was not prepared for the next one. It was a close up of their faces again. But this time, Lily’s hand was fisted in Harry’s curls and his lips were parted with a hint of a smirk as he looked up at her with one of the most lustful of gazes. “Shit,” Lily muttered, the curse just slipping out. She didn’t even know what she looked like; she was far too focused on that expression of Harry’s. The smirk at the corner of his lips is what really did her in.

  Harry’s attention first went to Lily in that picture; she had a hint of that mischievous look on her face, knowing exactly what she was doing with her hand in his hair like it was. Not to mention the fact that her own lips were parted and slightly swollen with all the kisses they shared that day. “I knew we looked good together… but that good?” he grinned.

  Lily just shook her head. “Babes…these are just the previews. There are so many more photos like this that she’s working on,” she nodded towards her computer. How would she handle seeing a whole album of them when just these four had affected her so much?

  Harry smiled and gave a little shake of his head. “We’re in trouble.” These few pictures had him very much anticipating the rest and hoping they wouldn’t follow too far behind.

  Lily closed the pictures so she could quickly type out a message to Sofia letting her know how much they loved the previews. She couldn’t give her enough compliments, but tried to keep it from going over the top. “Sound good? Don’t want to sound fake, but these are so good!”

  Harry rested his head lightly on Lily’s shoulder again and watched as she typed. “I think that sounds good,” he nodded. Now they were far too eager to see the rest.

  Lily signed the email from her and Harry before sending it off. Then she was opening back up the photos. “Hopefully now that she knows how much we love these, she’ll get the others edited and to us soon,” she mused hopefully.

  “Hopefully. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing the full thing,” he sighed dramatically, shifting his head to lean against the headboard. “I especially need those ones of just you.”

  Lily smirked over at Harry. “Sofia spoiled me with that one of you. Wish I could make it my phone wallpaper,” she grinned at him. But then she’d probably faint every time she checked her phone and saw it.

  Harry smiled over at Lily. He knew those pictures of Lily alone would be well worth the wait. He just needed to have patience. “That would be risky,” he grinned, though he knew he’d want to do the same thing with hers.

  Lily pursed her lips as she glanced over at her nightstand and then around the room, trying to think of somewhere that she could have the photo. “I wish we could do more than just put them in a photo album,” she sighed a little.

  Harry nodded slowly, trying to think of ideas with Lily. “I know. It’s not exactly something to have out in the open,” he chuckled a bit; that alone made it hard to think of other ways to display their photoshoot. “I guess we’ll just have to have a weekly ritual of sitting down and looking through the photo album together. Over coffee, dinner. You name it.”

  “If we had a private bathroom, I would say we could hang some up there. But our family and friends use it,” Lily frowned. “Add to the future home list.” She laughed a little at Harry’s suggestion. “Breakfast and Boudoir,” she offered up.

  “Breakfast and boudoir… bed and breakfast and boudoir, could hang our pictures all over our future bed and breakfast,” Harry teased with a smile, but he wasn’t against the idea of having them in a private bathroom eventually. That would be nice.

  Lily’s eyes widened and she quickly shook her head with a laugh. “I do not want to know what kind of customers we would get with that strategy.” Most of all, though, she didn’t want other people ogling her husband. His body was for her eyes only if she could help it.

  “No, you don’t like that idea?” Harry teased and smiled, leaning his head back. He, too, was also having a terrible time just at the thought of sharing his Lily; he’d never be capable of actually going through with it.

  Lily nudged her computer to the side and turned her body so she could wrap her arms around Harry’s waist. “Nope. Sofia is the only person that can see those pictures of you besides me.” She nuzzled her face into his chest and mumbled, “I’m not sharing my lovey in his undies.”

  Harry smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, nudging Lily closer. “I’m okay with that,” he promised and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

  Lily lifted her head and pouted her lips up at him for a proper kiss like Harry always did to her. They hadn’t shared one since brushing their teeth and that was too long of a time period to go without on a lazy morning.

  Harry took his other hand and rested it along Lily’s jaw when she picked her head up, leaning down closer to connect their lips. Of course, he had to give her a second kiss after the first. “Love you.”

  Lily hummed softly into the kiss, leaning into him more (if that was even possible). “And I love you,” she murmured, lips still brushing his. Somehow their honeymoon seemed to have just worsened their ability to get lost in each other. Or maybe it was just getting married that did it.

  Harry smiled against Lily’s lips and kept going for more kisses as long as she was close to him like this. He’d never be able to get enough.

  Lily shifted so she was sitting up more and even with Harry, one of her hands resting on his bare chest now. “Think we’ll ever make it out of bed to eat today?” she joked, words practically spoken into his mouth as she continued their kisses.

Harry laughed softly against her lips and gave just a little shake of his head as to not disrupt their kisses. “Maybe for dinner,” he grinned. A hand went to squeeze Lily’s bum before easily shifting her into his lap.

  Lily gave a little gasp at his squeeze. But she frowned into the kiss when she straddled him and remembered that he had put back on boxers. Unlike Lily who was completely bare from the waist down once more. “What happened to no undies Mondays?” she continued to frown as she pulled back a little bit, her eyebrows crinkled.

  Harry only pulled back from the kiss when Lily did, that adorable frown only making him grin a bit. “Well, what happened to no shirt Mondays?” he returned, his hands already having slipped under the hem to rest at her sides.

  Lily shook her head at him, “Never discussed that.” Despite her words, she reached down to grab the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, once again tossing it over the side of the bed. Now Harry had no argument.

  “That one is an unspoken rule,” Harry grinned. He was happy to watch Lily’s shirt come off, but he knew he wasn’t off the hook just yet. He looked down, Lily on his lap and his boxers the only thing between them. “I think you’re gonna have to help.”

  “Well, you keep breaking the no undies rule so…” Lily let her argument trail off as she followed his gaze. Again, she didn’t hesitate to lift up on her knees and reach between them to hook her fingers in his waistband, waiting for him to lift his hips as well.

  Harry raised his brows at her start of an argument. “So what?” he finished and smiled at Lily, right before lifting his hips so she could pull the material down.

  “So, I can break the shirt rule,” Lily finished, most of her focus on getting his boxers down and over his bum. Then it was a fun game of Twister trying to get them as low as possible in her position.

  “Well, luckily for me… it looks like you’re not breaking the shirt rule,” he observed. Once Lily got the boxers as low as she could, he nudged her to lean against his chest so her bum would lift up, reaching down himself to slip them the rest of the way off.

  Lily didn’t respond to his comment, but she followed his direction and leaned against him, one hand resting on the headboard next to his head while the other held onto his arm to keep her balanced.

  Harry’s boxers came off and he tossed them aside. Then he was leaning his head back against the headboard to look at Lily, resting his hands on top of her thighs.

  Once Lily felt his hands, she took that as her signal that she could sit again. There was an amused smile on her face as she met Harry’s gaze. “No undies Monday seems to make us a little aggressive,” she joked. Usually they weren’t so “argumentative” when being intimate. Or at least not back-to-back.

  Harry laughed. It was true, even if their ‘arguing’ was only playful back and forth. “No undies Monday gets me heated is all,” he smiled and leaned in to kiss Lily again, hands going around to cup her butt.

  Lily couldn’t argue that; Harry had been on one ever since he realized Lily wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt. Her lips met his and she groaned softly into the kiss, especially when his touch caused her to slide forward against his length.

  Harry’s lips parted when Lily grazed against him. He went back in for more kisses and guided her hips so that they could get that feeling again and again, his fingertips pressed against her skin.

  Lily let Harry move her hips as he pleased, enjoying the feeling just as much. Meanwhile her lips trailed down his jaw and neck, scattering open-mouthed kisses along his skin.

  Harry tilted his head to give Lily more access to his skin, all while moving their hips together. It wasn’t often they did this, sometimes just too eager for sex, but Harry hoped it felt just as good for Lily as it did for him.

  Lily gripped at Harry’s arms when he rubbed against her clit just right, whimpering softly. From then on, she did her best to replicate the movement.

  Harry then let Lily move as she pleased on top of him; she knew best what felt good for her and how to achieve just that, his hands resting on her hips. He’d do anything to hear those whines and gasps over and over.

  Lily decided to leave a little mark on Harry, sucking lightly on his right pec that was tattoo free. But she didn’t make it too dark. Instead pulling back to sit up straight and meet his gaze. “Do you wanna stay like this?” she asked a little breathlessly.

  Harry moved his hands up Lily’s body, first cupping her boobs before holding her face. He gently pulled her closer, just long enough to kiss along her collarbones. “Yes, if you’re comfortable like this?”

  Lily just nodded, her own hands roaming along his chest and paying special attention to the mark she just left. “I’m more than ready if you are.” She slowed her hips just in case but not too much.

  Harry nodded and reached between them to help position themselves together, his other hand at her waist. “Ready, lovey.”

  Lily lifted herself up. As much as she didn’t want to lose contact with him, she knew that having him inside of her would feel even better. She waited for Harry to line himself up before she slowly lowered down.

  Harry couldn’t help but look between their bodies, his lips already parting as he watched Lily slide down onto him. But he also had a hard time not watching her expression to see if it mirrored the pleasure on his own.

  Lily’s eyes fluttered once he filled her and she took a moment to adjust as well as enjoy the feeling before she lifted again. She didn’t go far, though, keeping the strokes small.

  Harry couldn’t take his gaze off their hips, his fingers wrapped around Lily’s waist. He lifted his head as she started to move, giving her neck and jaw a few kisses. “Good, lovey?”

  Lily smiled to herself when she saw Harry’s eyes completely locked on the view between them. “Yeah…enjoying the view there?” she asked with a smirk, tilting her head to the side for him.

  Harry chuckled softly at the question, knowing fully the possibility of getting caught staring. “Very, very much,” he grinned against her skin, leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw.

  Lily stroked her hand along his back. “It’s alright. I like when you watch,” she murmured. She also enjoyed watching so there was absolutely no judgement.

  Harry smiled softly and leaned back against the headboard. He shifted his hips just the slightest so that he could begin to move with Lily easier, grasping at her waist.

  Lily’s jaw dropped a little whenever Harry began to move his hips. One of her hands moved to brace against the headboard, the other braced on his chest as she moved.

  Moans left Harry’s mouth easily while they moved, his focus solely on Lily. He let his hands roam her skin once she leaned closer, finding her lips for a kiss.

  Lily happily returned the kiss, allowing her noises to be somewhat muffled. Every now and then she would just rock her hips for a bit, not lifting, just enjoying the feeling of him.

  It didn’t matter what kind of movement it was, it all felt incredible to Harry. He stole a few kisses from Lily, otherwise their lips just brushed against each other’s as they went. “Lovey,” he moaned against her skin with a small smile.

  Lily smiled as well and dropped her hand from the headboard to bury in his curls. “Yeah?” she murmured, fingertips lightly massaging his scalp. God did she love hearing his noises.

  Harry supported underneath Lily’s thighs while they moved together. “I’m just having a really good time,” he breathed with a grin, lips parted between kisses he left on her jaw.

  Lily giggled at his choice in words. “Well good. I’m glad,” she teased. She managed to pick up her pace a bit, knowing her legs would be jelly after this, but she wasn’t about to stop.

  Harry laughed softly. He shifted one hand slightly behind his body on the mattress so he could lean back on it and more easily thrust his hips up to meet Lily’s at their new quickened pace.

  Of course, they knew exactly how to move with each other to maximize pleasure so Lily found her noises getting louder the closer she got. She was now fully gripping Harry’s curls, trying to be conscious not to pull too hard.

  Harry kept his thrusts in time with Lily’s movements. The feeling of her plus all her noises and grip on his hair had the pit of his stomach tightening, moans leaving his own mouth. “I’m close, darling,” he breathed, knowing they liked to finish together whenever possible.

  Lily could only nod, her own body already clenching down around him. Her high was coming whether she was ready for this to end or not.

  Harry could only hold back a little longer before he was releasing, moaning and grasping onto Lily’s hip. He kept his thrusts going so she’d meet her own high, keeping his movements as focused as he possibly could.

  Lily buried her face into the crook of Harry’s neck as she came, her cry muffled against his skin. She clawed, just a little, at his chest as her hips bucked, not as perfectly in sync with his as before.

  Harry finally slowed his hips once Lily reached her high and they both began to come down. His arms went around her waist loosely while he leaned against the headboard. Him enjoying the feel of her fingernails on his skin didn’t make it any easier for him to calm down.

  Lily’s hips finally slowed to a stop and her body sagged against his. “Oh, love,” she sighed. Her hand fell from his curls to rest on the other side of his neck as she tried to catch her breath.

  Harry hugged Lily against him and let his eyes close while coming down. “My lovey,” he tilted his head to rest against hers, tracing along her skin.

  They’d had quite the morning and if Lily wasn’t careful, she knew she could fall asleep right there on Harry. Her skin began to cool off and Harry’s light touch sent a shiver up her spine.

  Harry didn’t mind sitting quietly with Lily for quite a while; they needed time to calm down after the morning they had already. He picked his head up after a bit but didn’t say anything yet, wanting to give Lily all the time she needed.

  Lily hummed softly after a bit, tilting her head back to look at Harry. “Don’t know if I can get out of this bed to shower or eat. I don’t think my legs work,” she confessed with a tug of a smile at the corner of her lips.

  Harry smiled at Lily with brows raising at her words. “No? Are we gonna have to stay in bed all day?” he grinned, running his hands along the tops of her thighs.

  Lily lazily shrugged her shoulders. “Or you’ll just have to carry me everywhere,” she replied innocently. But she knew they’d absolutely have to get up at some point to eat. Otherwise, she’d get cranky.

  “That is another good option,” he nodded slowly with a soft smile, rubbing his hand against her back. “What do you think, babes? Shower or eat first?”

  Lily grumbled a little. “I feel like we need to eat, but also…I feel a little gross,” she admitted. It was a hard decision, because she knew her stomach would be growling like crazy any minute, but neither of them enjoyed being sweaty.

  Harry nodded and looked at Lily as he thought. “What if we do just a very quick shower this morning, then eat?” It would be difficult but somehow, they’d manage not getting distracted by each other.

  Lily nodded in agreement; she could get away without washing her hair for now. She started to lift herself up and her legs were admittedly a little shaky, but she managed enough for him to pull out.

  Harry waited until Lily moved off of him before climbing out of bed, smiling as he held his hands out to her. “Good, loves?”

  Lily eyed him a bit as she took his hands and moved to stand up. “Just saying. Now would be a really good time to have that jacuzzi tub we’ve talked about,” she laughed a little.

  Harry laughed softly and headed towards the bathroom once they both were successfully on their feet. “Oh, I know… maybe you’ll just have to settle for a bubble bath with me later,” he said and grabbed towels for them.

  Lily followed after him and moved to turn on the water, taking tips from Harry to try and get the right temperature. “You know that I will never turn down a bubble bath. Especially with you.”

  Harry set their towels down on the counter near the sink and smiled watching Lily adjust the water temperature. “Fine. It’s a date then,” he grinned.

  Lily placed her hand under the water, satisfied with the temperature so she stepped in and under the stream of water. “Sounds like a good way to end a day of playing hooky to me,” she smiled at him as she reached for her loofah and body wash.

  Harry followed Lily into the shower and smiled. “The best way,” he agreed. He grabbed his own body wash and began to wash, doing his hair afterwards as well since it didn’t take that long.

  Lily just focused on her body, so she was quick to get out. However, she washed her face and moisturized while Harry finished up. Then she slipped on her robe, not feeling like putting on clothes at the moment.

  Harry wasn’t too much longer, drying off once he stepped out and wrapping a towel around his waist. “Okay, lovey, what are we feeling for breakfast?” he asked, already on his way to grab a new pair of boxers.

  Lily followed him out and glanced over to the clock, laughing a little when she saw it, but not surprised. “I think you mean lunch, dear,” she grinned at him. “But how about some ham and cheese paninis?”

  Harry made a slight face but then smiled again, switching his towel out for a pair of boxers. “That sounds great,” he nodded and hung up the towel.

  Lily nodded and headed towards the door. “I’ll get started on them, then.” Just as she suspected, Finn was curled up napping in a sun spot by the back door, unfazed by Lily walking through the living room to the kitchen. She plugged in the panini press and then got out what she would need.

  “Thanks, lovey.” Harry got to the kitchen a few minutes after Lily, having had to fix his hair and make-up the bed a bit better than it was. He grabbed two plates and glasses, filling them up with water, while Lily worked on the food.

  Lily was just starting on the first panini when Harry joined her, causing a smile to come to her face even though she’d just been with him a few minutes ago. “What else do you want with our sandwiches?” They normally had a side of some sort and they especially needed it after their two rounds of sex this morning.

  Harry set the plates and drinks on the table. “Could do crackers or fruit or something?” he suggested, opening up the cupboards to see what they had.

  Lily shrugged a shoulder, “You know fruit is always good with me.” The press beeped to signal the first sandwich was done, so Lily lifted the lid and transferred the panini to a plate before starting on the next one.

  Harry grabbed some fruit from the fridge and countertop, making a plate out of what they had. “Looks good, darling. Thanks for making it,” he set the fruit on the table.

  “Of course! Feel free to start on that sandwich,” Lily encouraged him. It wasn’t long at all until the second one was done and she was able to join Harry at the table.

  Harry didn’t sit down with Lily until hers was ready too, of course. He sat across from her, beginning to eat after sipping his water. He was starving after all their activity, plus not having breakfast. “What a day,” he grinned.

  Lily just laughed and shook her head as she chewed, washing it down with some water. “We are a mess. We literally just spent our entire honeymoon doing that,” she commented.

  Harry laughed before eating a few pieces of fruit. “We got a routine going, it’s hard to break it…” he smiled. He definitely wasn’t complaining.

  “We called it.” They knew it would be a hard habit to get out of; being able to have sex when they wanted and as much of it as they wanted. This morning had just proven that.

  “I guess we’ll just have to call off again tomorrow?” he joked with a slight shrug, eating more of his lunch. If only they could.

  Lily paused mid-bite. “Love, you don’t have to deal with Mike anymore. I do,” she laughed lightly. Calling in twice would be sure to earn a grumpy Mike the next day she returned to work. “I think someone is struggling just a bit with us not working together anymore.” It was definitely a significant reduction in how much they saw of each other in a day.

  Harry continued to take bites in between conversation. There was no way he could argue what Lily said. He enjoyed his new job, but nothing could compare to the time he was able to see Lily throughout the day while at the Crown. “I absolutely do miss working with you.”

  Lily still didn’t like not having Harry at the Crown, but she knew they were doing the right thing. “But it’s just for a little bit. Get some experience working at your new job and then we’ll be ready to open our bed and breakfast and spend the rest of our lives working together,” she reasoned.

  Harry finished his meal but kept snacking on fruit. He nodded, looking at Lily. She was right; they just had to be patient until they were ready to move onto the next step. “You got it, lovey. I cannot wait.”

  Lily smiled softly at him before finishing off her sandwich. She relaxed back in her seat as she munched on fruit, content just to eat for a bit after their eventful morning.

  Harry gathered their plates once their sandwiches were finished, but didn’t get up to wash them yet, both still enjoying the fruit. “We should’ve sat outside for lunch,” he grinned softly, looking down as he grabbed a grape, “Didn’t think of it till now.”

  Lily glanced toward the window. “I thought about it, but then remembered I was wearing my robe and you just had on boxers. Outside would require us to change.” And Lily was currently far too lazy for that.

  Harry smiled across the table at Lily. “And changing is just too much work today,” he agreed. “Today is a good robe day, though.”

  Lily smirked back at him. “You just read my mind, I swear,” she laughed before nodding in agreement. “It is a very good robe day.” She snuggled down in it even more. It was the second-best thing to come out of their night in the suite, after her relationship with Harry, of course.

  “This reading each other’s mind thing is happening far too often for it to be considered normal anymore,” Harry joked with a grin, standing to take their empty dishes to the sink and beginning to rinse them.

  Lily finished up the last pieces of fruit in the bowl and then joined Harry at the sink with it. “When has our relationship ever been normal?” she countered, grabbing a towel to dry the dishes off when he was done.

  “Hmm…” Harry stayed quiet for a bit while he thought and washed the dishes, passing each over to Lily when he was done, “Maybe when we do the dishes together.”

  Lily couldn’t help but snort, just shaking her head because she didn’t know what else to say in response. She took each plate from him and dried it before putting it to the side.

  Harry couldn’t help his smile, knowing it was a ridiculous answer. He began to put the dishes away once all of them were washed. “Okay, lovey. What’s next?”

  Lily set the towel down on the counter and let out a sigh as she leaned back on it. “I don’t know. I wasn’t prepared for a day off,” she teased. “What did you have in mind all those times you wanted us to call in?” Harry should have plenty of ideas after years of trying to get her to call in.

  Harry refilled his water and took a long sip of it as he thought. “Well… we already did that this morning,” he teased, grinning at her.

  Lily laughed, “That was the only thing you had in mind?” She really wasn’t all that surprised, though. Especially before their honeymoon, mornings like this one weren’t too common.

  “I am a simple man.” Harry joked and smiled, setting his glass down on the counter. “I don’t know. We could cuddle and watch movies, play a game, take a walk. Whatever you desire.”

  Lily’s brows raised a little in interest. “A game? Like what?” If there were bets and deals included, she was definitely in. It had been a while since they’d made a good bet.

  Harry laughed and leaned back against the counter, assuming it was going to take a bit for them to come up with a good game. “I don’t know, we’ve got… board games, video games. Tag.”

  Lily’s head fell back with a laugh. “Tag?! Babes…are we children or something?” she teased between giggles. She could just imagine them chasing each other around their small home. With her luck, she’d trip over something and get injured.

  Harry laughed even more. “I don’t know! I’m just spitting out ideas!” He didn’t say they were good ideas, and tag could hardly go well with both of them running inside.

  “I just know one of us would get hurt.” And Finn would probably think they were absolutely insane. “Maybe we should just keep it simple. If you want to play video games, I’m more than happy to cuddle you while you do.”

  “Let’s either play a game together or put on a movie.” He reached out for Lily’s hand and stood up straighter, “Living room?”

  Lily nodded as she took his hand and followed him to the living room. “I’m just lazy after working late yesterday and dinner. Then this morning…” she could definitely do with a lazy day to recoup.