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hazza 🥹💕

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The Bath Tub.

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authors note - this photo is making me go feral and please be aware that this is my first time writing something like this so please be gentle with me :)

word count - 2k

in which, your looking for your husband backstage at his concert, and get directed by a crew member that he’s in his dressing room. things get heated the second you walk into the room, and there’s nothing like a quick quickie in the bathtub.

As you stand backstage at Wembley, the excitement and anticipation in the air are palpable. Your heart flutters with both nerves and pride, knowing that your fiancé, is about to grace the stage and captivate thousands of adoring fans. You can't help but feel a sense of overwhelming love for him, the man who stole your heart and filled your life with joy.

As you wander through the backstage area, you spot Harry's manager, Jeff, bustling about, coordinating last-minute details. With a warm smile, you approach him and ask, "Hey, Jeff, have you seen Harry? I wanted to wish him luck before the show."

Jeff looks up from his clipboard and smiles back, "Oh, hey! Haz in his dressing room. He's just getting ready."

Thanking him, you make your way to Harry's dressing room, the excitement building with each step. As you reach the door, you hesitate for a moment, not wanting to intrude on his pre-show routine. But the thought of seeing him before his big moment is too tempting to resist.

You knock lightly on the door and then slowly push it open. Inside, you hear the faint sound of murmuring. Your heart skips a beat, wondering if you should come back later. But then, you realise it's Harry's voice, and he must be talking to himself or rehearsing.

As you step further inside, you notice that the bathroom door is closed, and the sound of running water fills the room. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you approach the bathroom door quietly, not wanting to disturb him.

The murmuring gets louder as you approach, and you can't help but feel a mix of concern and intrigue. You gently push open the bathroom door, revealing a sight that takes your breath away. There, in the bathtub, sits Harry, his head hung low as he runs his fingers through his wet hair, preparing for his performance.

You stand in the doorway, feeling a mix of excitement and affection as you watch him, sitting in the bathtub. The soft, warm glow of the bathroom room lights highlights the contours of his face and the tattoos that adorn his skin. Your heart flutters at the sight, and an overwhelming sense of love washes over you.

Water trickles down his bare skin, creating rivulets that trace the lines of his muscles. The tattoos, usually captivating, now seem even more prominent against his wet, glistening skin. Each design tells a story, a piece of him permanently etched into his body, and you find yourself admiring each one with renewed fascination.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, fluttering with excitement and anticipation. You can't help but be drawn to him, his presence magnetic and captivating. As he moves, washing the water over himself, you catch glimpses of his muscles flexing, and your breath catches in your throat. The way he cares for himself with such ease and grace only deepens your admiration for him.

The sound of water fills the air, mixing with the soft murmurs of his voice as he unconsciously talks to himself, preparing for the show ahead. It's a private moment, one that makes you feel privileged to witness. You realise just how lucky you are to have him in your life, to be able to share these intimate moments with him.

His eyes, the colour of emerald green, flicker up, catching you observing him. There's a hint of surprise, but it's quickly replaced by a warm and affectionate smile that tugs at your heartstrings. You offer a shy smile in return, feeling like a fluttering butterfly yourself, captured by his gaze.

As your eyes meet his, you quickly realise that Harry has caught you staring at him. A playful glint dances in his emerald green eyes, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

He knows he has your attention, and he's clearly enjoying the moment.

"What’re ymlooking at, m’love?" he teases, his voice low and smoky, sending shivers down your spine. You feel a light blush creeping up your cheeks, but you can't look away.

You remain speechless, the words caught in your throat. Instead, you see him raise his hand, gesturing for you to come closer. A mix of nerves and excitement courses through you, but you can't resist his playful invitation.

Slowly, you step forward until you're standing beside the bathtub.

His eyes never leave yours, and he leans forward, his face now mere inches from yours. You can feel the warmth radiating off his skin, and you're tempted to close the gap between your lips, but he beats you to it. He plants a soft, lingering kiss on your lips, making your heart skip a beat.

With a flirty smirk, he pulls back slightly and asks, "Are y’just going t’stand there, or are y’going t’join me?"

You let out a nervous chuckle, feeling the butterflies in your stomach intensify. "H, I don't have any spare clothes to change into."

He raises an eyebrow, a playful glimmer still in his eyes.

"Who said y’need clothes?" he teases, running his fingers gently along your arm.

Your heart races, and you can't help but give in to the temptation. You slip off your shoes and start to unbutton your shirt, feeling a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. Harry's eyes never leave you, and he bites his lower lip, clearly enjoying the show.

You climb into the bath, sitting in front of him, facing each other. The water envelops you both, creating a soothing and intimate atmosphere. Harry can't help but smile as he watches you playfully accept his invitation.

With a sparkle in his eyes, he leans forward and pulls you gently onto his lap, your bodies close but still leaving room for comfort. Your heart races with anticipation as you feel his warm embrace, and you can't resist leaning in closer to him.

The moment your lips meet, a spark ignites between you. The make-out session becomes a dance of passion and affection, each kiss more fervent than the last. Your hands find their way to his hair, running through his damp curls, while his hands gently caress your back, sending shivers down your spine.

“Wanna have some pre-show fun?”he pulls away from the kiss, slightly breathless, your lips plump due to smacking against his ones, and you nod your head, as an answer to his question.

You felt his lips fall to your neck, peppering kisses against the skin there and making sure to leave a mark there. “Harry…we’re in…we’re in a bathtub.”

“And?”

“And?”you turned to look over your shoulder to the bathroom door, making sure that it was shut. “Someone could walk in.”

“I can be quiet,” he nips at your jaw, making you inhale a small breath at the action. “Can you be quiet? Can you be quiet for me, baby?”

His words made all the heat rush to your core, that was close to his cock that was hard, brushing against the inside of your thigh from where you were sitting on his lap.

You nodded your head at his words and that was when he lowered his hand down into the water and tickled the inside of your thigh, his knuckles dragging increasingly close to your ache.

“Fuck m’life,” His gaze lowers slightly, racking his eyes over your naked torso, pupils blown. “Your heavenly, like a fucking angel.”

The next words that leave his lips have you whimpering out.

“Y’so wet f’me.” He mused, and your surprised you didn’t lose it right then and there, his fingers work and run along your clit in small circles, eyes closing slightly at the sensation radiating through your body.

“Please don’t tease me,” you whisper, chest rising and falling, even though he had barely touched you. “I don’t want your fingers, there’s no time.”

“Yeah?”His fingers continue to tease between your legs as his head tilts to the side. “Where do you want me? Tell me where and I’ll give it to you, give you anything y’ask for m’angel.”

“Inside me,” you open your eyes and lean forward, he can feel your breath on the top of his nose, “Please H…inside me.”

He retracted his hand, and lowered it even further so it was touching his aching cock. He shifted slightly so the tip of it could be seen atop of the water, it was pink, completely rock hard and if you squinted you could see it ouzing with pre-cum.

He fisted his length a few times, warming himself up a bit more, before he lifted up your hips and lined himself up with your entrance, running it up and down your folds a few times in a teasing manner before pushing inside of you with a gaped mouth.

“Shit,” Harry was trying to be quiet but he had no control when it came to you. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Always feel so good for me,” he rushed out, hips thrusting in and out of you, eager to get you both to reach your climax at the same time. “Can never get enough of you.”

Your breath is laboured as you lean your head forward and pepper kisses against the skin of his neck, where his tattoo dedicated to you was located.

“Y’gonna finish soon?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded your head, feeling your legs starting to shake at the feeling of your impending orgasm. “Uh-huh.”

Your whimpers and moans are anything but quiet as you feel your fiancés thrusts becoming slightly sloppy. The water is splashing around the two of you, head thrown back.

He leaned his hand down and pressed it against your clit, making your eyes go wide.

“I’m close…”you told him, still bouncing up and down on his length. “I’m so close…so close.”

He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips that were becoming slightly chapped due to the humidity of the room. “C’mon lovie, come for me, give me what I want.”

And you didn’t need to be told twice.

You came quickly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the beginning of your fiancés orgasmy started to brew. It wasn’t long after you that he came inside of you, seeing as you were on birth control.

Small whimpers emitted from his lips at the rush he felt, his forehead falling against your shoulder.

“I love you.”

“M’love you too.”

A soft knock echoes through the bathroom door, pulling you both back to reality after your intimate moment. It's Jeff, Harry's manager, reminding you that time is ticking, and the concert is just moments away.

"Hey, whatever the two of you are doing in there, hurry it up! You've got to be on stage in fifteen, you animals," Jeff's voice teases from the other side of the door.

You and Harry let out small laughs, your foreheads falling gently against each other as you catch your breath. The playfulness in Jeff's voice reminds you of the world waiting outside this private space—a world filled with thousands of eager fans, eagerly anticipating Harry's performance.

"Alright, alright, we're coming out," Harry calls out with a chuckle, not the least bit embarrassed by the interruption. He glances at you, a tender smile gracing his lips, and you can't help but feel a rush of affection for the man beside you.

As you untangle yourselves and get out of the bath, you quickly dry off and get dressed, Harry wearing a black jump suit, with pink love hearts designed on it, not shirt on underneath, leaving his tattoos on show, still feeling the warmth of the intimate moment shared. The excitement of the upcoming performance now mingles with the sense of closeness you experienced in the bathroom, creating a unique mix of emotions.

Harry opens the door to find Jeff waiting, a playful grin on his face.

"Took you two long enough," he teases.

You playfully roll your eyes and nudge Harry's shoulder. "Blame him. He started it with his flirty looks."

Harry raises an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh, so it's m’fault now, is it?" he retorts with a grin.

You can't help but giggle, feeling grateful for the light-heartedness that surrounds you both, even in the midst of the nerves and anticipation. With the clock ticking, you grab Harry's hand, intertwining your fingers, and make your way out of the dressing room.

[anadiasmount]

something about dad!jude porfavorrrrr I need this in my life 😍😍😍 I feel like Jude would be such a good dad especially with a little girl. Aaaaaaa porfa haz esto

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“look who it is ellie! it’s dada!” you say in a baby voice, jude walking in and immediately rushing to both of you. your daughter excitedly gasped and kicked her feet, anxious to be in her daddies hold. jude kisses her chubby cheeks and forehead, whispering just how much he missed her and you.

jude placed her on his side, his hand brushing your cheek and capturing your lips in an awaited kiss. just a couple days apart but it drive him crazy. he hated being away especially when the two of you were left alone. “how are you? was she okay?” he asked, walking into the kitchen hearing ellie blabbering.

“more than okay, she slept through all the nights, maybe woke up once or twice but overall she did so good,” you sighed, making a cup of tea for the two of you since it was late. you wore one of jude’s oversized tees and a pair of cookie monster oh shorts. jude finding it hard to be away, especially with his daughter along him.

he missed the two of you terribly. his thoughts constantly consumed at how you were doing? what you were up to? if you were okay? he was super protective and only wanted the best for his girls. “i missed you so much little one, tore my heart when i saw you crying when i left,” jude pouted before blowing raspberries in her neck and tummy, loud giggle taking over the room.

when jude had away games, he had to leave with his daughter clung into him, tears in her big brown eyes, repeatedly calling out for him as a sign to not go. it was always such a hard thing and he felt guilty leaving you with her in that state.

“did so good for mommy! that means i’ll buy you ice cream, new bows for your hair and a new toy,” he promises seeing her make an o shape with her mouth and looking at you in shock. the two of you copying her which made her squeal. “she is so big now,” jude said sadly, looking into his daughters eyes, ellie offering a toothy smile. “can you stay this tiny?”

you wrapped your hand around his bicep, kissing it before slowly rubbing away the food on ellie’s mouth, pushing her wet and already coated with products curls up. the night shower going to help her fall asleep, all through the night once again. ellie yawned, leaning her head on her daddies shoulder, tiny hand also coming up to lay beneath her her cheek.

jude rubbed his hand against her back, cooing her to sleep. he grabbed her milk and pouring into her disney princess themed bottle, also grabbing her binkie just incase. “you got it or want me to do it?” you ask him, also yawning due to how late it was. “i can do it, just wait for me in our room, i’ll be there soon,” he pecked your lips sealing the promise.

he walked into ellie’s room, turning on the air humidifier, and lamp in the corner of her room. changing her into a new diaper as she fought her sleep. jude sat on the rocking chair, ellie laying in his arms as he gave her the bottle and read a book quietly to her. it seemed like she wanted to stay up, but it was past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

jude stood up after reading three books, rocking her gently and softly side to side, her binkie now in her mouth as she slowly fluttered her eyes to sleep. “you’re so beautiful ellie, i love you so much my sweet girl…” he sang and hummed the lullabies you sing to her when she was with you. kissing her cheeks and curls, once she finally fell asleep in his arms, grabbing the back of her head gently and placing her in the crib.

“shh, shh, shh, shh,” jude said softly, fixing her small pillow and covering her with a blanket, tucking her teddy bear next to her and the binkie as well. jude fixed the baby camera grabbing the charged screen and shutting the lights off. he put back the books and took the empty bottle with him as well. he closed the door to her room as quiet as possible, going downstairs to wash the bottle and coming back up immediately.

“i brought her a new one, just incase she does wake up at night,” jude said to you, placing the small bottle into the tiny fridge you had. “thank you handsome,” you spoke tiredly, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep. jude checked on ellie one more time through the baby monitor, seeing her sound asleep with her arms up.

“was she fussy?”

“nope not at all. she fought her sleep but that was all,” he said laying next to you, bringing yo to his side and kissing you deeply. “i want another baby,” jude pouted. you giggled, “i know you do… but i want to enjoy our time with ellie first, see her grow up and enjoy our time a bit before bringing another baby into our lives.”

“you’re such a good dad to her jude, she’s so lucky to have you, i’m so lucky to have you! but seeing you with our ellie it’s just so pure and a different love. you’re a natural, so loving, gentle, and you spoil her like crazy…” you whisper, making jude nervous and shy.

“a natural? really?”

“mhmm. it’s like you were made or were already ready for this dad life,” you nod kissing his jaw. “i love you y/n. i hope you know that making you my wife has been the most amazing decision ever. and make you a mommy as well,” jude teased, feeling the gently slap in his chest. “seriously, thank you for bringing and carrying my ellie to us…”

the next morning jude was up first, leaving a kiss on your head before grabbing the monitor and seeing ellie awake. jude smiled wide, making grabby hands at her when she grabbed onto the railings almost jumping in excitement. “good morning my sweet angel! how’d you sleep?” he kissed all over her face, pushing her coils back as she squealed loudly.

jude put the baby monitor to charge, walking downstairs to the kitchen and pouring her juice in a bottle. “let’s make you and mommy some breakfast okay?” jude said, still carrying her since she refused to be put down. he made coffee and cut up some fruit for ellie, siting her in her high chair.

he poured the coffee in the mugs, fixing the plate with eggs, fruit, utensils, syrup and small waffles in the breakfast stand. carding both his daughter and the food all the way upstairs. “go go go! go wake mommy up,” jude ushered, laughing at ellie crawling rapidly to you.

someone tugging on your hair woke you up, seeing your daughter clapping as she giggled. “hi good morning my silly ellie girl,” you kissed her head sitting up and rubbing your eyes. jude came to your side, rubbing your back with his hand and offering you coffee, “me and ellie made breakfast for you.”

“did you really? you helped daddy?” you praise her, ellie siting on your lap as you took a sip of coffee. jude say next to you, kissing you and whispering a good morning before feeding ellie some breakfast and her silly cup with juice.

“would exchange anything to spend my morning like this with my beautiful girls…”

[badjokesbyjeff]

An Australian Army Recruit sends home a letter...

Dear Ma & Pa,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin’ on the farm - tell them to get in quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don’t hafta get outta bed until 6 am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin’!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there’s lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!

At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there’s no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don’t get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are dead because we’ve been on a ’route march’ - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!

This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin’ - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a possum’s bum and it don’t move and it’s not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target! You don’t even load your own cartridges, they comes in lil' boxes, and ya don’t have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!

Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it’s not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.

Turns out I’m not a bad boxer either and it looks like I’m the best the platoon’s got, and I’ve only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he’s 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I’m only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin’ wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can’t complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how good it is.

Your loving daughter,

Patricia

[buckyalpine]

I have so much work to do but you know what I’m going to do? Write some smutty shit here. This is just all dirty talking cause my mind is in the gutter and my brain haz the dum. 

Imagine cocky dom Bucky having you ride his cock, cooing at you while you whine and whimper, impaling yourself on him. This innocent little fuckboll he thought wouldn’t even know how to kiss but the first taste of his cock you’ve lost yourself on him. 

“Don’t cry babydoll, hurts me when you cry” His thumb swiped the tears that fell down your cheek before slipping it past your lips. 

“Thats right bunny, suck daddy’s thumb while you take all this cock, my sweet dumb baby”

“Suck like the good whore you are baby, you’re so good at sucking, aren’t you. Got my dick all nice and wet with that pretty tongue, licking and playing with my balls, your mouth was made to suck cock, wasn’t it. Crying cause it isn’t my cock in your mouth right now baby? You’ll get to clean me up after baby, don’t worry” 

“Look at you, perfect little cocksleeve for this fat cock, almost couldn’t take it huh? Had to warm and stretch you up real nice”

“Soo big daddy”

“I know sweets, I know, but you’re such a good slut baby, you take my dick so well, making me feel so good” 

“Such a good slutty baby all for daddy, squeeze my cock princess-fuckk-yess, you make my balls so heavy”

Your little pouty face has him making a creamy mess inside your pussy, precum mixing with your arousal, dripping out of you and getting his balls wet. The curly hair at the base of his length is soaked and it only makes him more feral. 

“What is it princess, why are you so pouty, is that little button of yours all tingly baby, use your words”

He tutted at your pathetic whimper, holding your hips down, keeping his cock in you, not letting you move. 

“Where, where do you need daddy to touch you, hm?” He gives you a cocky smirk, tilting his head while you chew your lip, peeking at him through your lashes. Your shyness combined with the way your breasts bounced in his face, your naked body glistening with sweat from riding him is almost too much. Bucky normally had no issue lasting forever but with you?

He was fighting to push his orgasm down. 

“R-rub me daddy”

“Here baby?” He teasingly tugged your nipple, letting his hands trail across your body until you grabbed his hand and placed it onto your throbbing cunt. 

“here-AH” You threw your head back, bouncing on him faster as he started to rub perfect circles around you. 

“You like that bunny? Feel good when I touch you there, I know you’ve been touching yourself there baby, can practically smell you when you’re near me” His voice turned into a growl, thinking about all the times you’d been near him and he could practically smell sex engulfing you as if you bathed yourself in the sweetest ambrosia. 

“God, I can’t believe a sweet thing like you is such a cockwhore baby, makes me wanna cum so bad, you know that? God daddy so horny sweets, I wanna make a mess in that pussy of yours”

“Wanna paint that pretty face, mouth, cover you with my cum baby, fuck, have you feel me all over, taste like me, smell like me, my perfect slut”

“You’d take it all, wouldn’t you princess, you’d drink all of daddy’s cum, touch yourself with it. You’d let me cum into you until you made me a real daddy?”

“Don’t tire yourself too much bunny, we have all night”   

[w2soneshots]

Labour -W2S

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: pregnancy, birth.

In which you and Harry finally meet your baby girl.

a/n: I’ve never had a baby so I apologise if this isn’t accurate!! Also this was a request on wattpad. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼🧸

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I met Harry in primary school. I always thought he was a little weird but just as high school finished I fell head over heels in love with that weird boy. That was 12 years old. We got married two years ago, it was a small wedding in Guernsey with only our closest friends and family. Just under a year ago we decided we wanted a kid, 4 months later I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant. I waited an entire week to tell Harry just so I could tell him with a little bag containing a mini version of his charity match jersey inside (that I'd had specially made). Then we told the boys, Faith, Freya and Talia at a special dinner that we arranged just so we could tell them all together. They were extremely excited, especially Ethan and Faith because there would now be another set of parents in the group.

We found out we were having a little girl when I was 21 weeks. That was also around the time I felt the baby kick for the first time, me and Harry sat in our bed absolutely freaking out about it. After we knew it was a girl I could finally start buying an unholy amount of baby clothes, teddies and things for the nursery. Me and Faith have become considerably closer, since we now have things to talk about, she's really been a great help when it came to little worries I had or if I just needed someone to rant to about back pain.

I'm currently 38 weeks. The hospital bags are packed and the nursery is completely ready. I am seriously getting bored of being pregnant and would really like to just meet my baby. Harry ran me a warm bath so I could relax. Then I dried myself, put on my current favourite pyjamas and slid into bed next to him. I struggled slightly getting to sleep since I was really uncomfortable. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the feeling of wet between my legs. Confused, I pulled the covers back. My eyes met a large patch of clear ish liquid on the mattress, barely visible in the darkness of the room. My brows furrowed then my face dropped, mouth turning into an O shape. My water just broke. I took a deep breath then turned to gently shake Harry awake, he groaned. "Haz, wake up" I whispered gently. "What- what's up?!" He said the last part with a little bit of urgency after properly waking. "I think my water just broke." I stated calmly. His eyes widened "what!" He jumped off the bed.

"Calm down. It's fine the midwife said we have time, remember?" His face calmed slightly then he took in a shaky breath "are you ok?" He asked, coming over to my side of the bed. "I'm fine." I replied. He helped me off the soaked bed and to my feet. "This is really happening, we're really going this." He said with slight excitement in his eyes. "Yes we are. Now can you grab the hospital bag while I change?" He quickly nodded then ran towards the nursery where the bag resides.

I got changed into a comfy sweat set, brushed my hair and tied it back into a bun. When I emerged from the bedroom Harry was stood by the door rapidly texting on his phone. "Ready to go?" I asked. He looked up "yea," he nodded "I was just texting the boys." I giggled "Harry it's 5am!" I said with a light shake of my head. "I needed to tell someone!" He exclaimed. "We're any of them even awake?" I asked as he unlocked the front door. "Uh- no but they'll see it in a bit." I laughed.

Once we got in the car I text my mum telling her what was going on, then Harry speedily started the car. We were at the hospital just 15 minutes later. Harry helped me inside and we were quickly taken to a private room. "What time did your water break?" The nurse asked. "Around half four." I answered. "Ok... and have you had any contractions?" She questioned while scribbling on her clipboard. "Uh no, not yet." She looked up "alright then, I'll get my colleague to come and attach you to some machines so we can monitor you and baby." She said with a kind smile. I thanked her and she left the room.

Another nurse came in soon after and wrapped my stomach with some monitors, she did some other general checks on me. Once she left Harry came to sit next to me and held my hand. I smiled at him but my smile was quickly replaced with a look of discomfort as I felt a small but painful cramp wrap around the bottom of my stomach. "Woah, was that a contradiction?" Harry questioned a few seconds later, once it had subsided. I nodded "ye I think so." I replied. "Should I go get the nurse?" He asked. "No I'm fine." I answered. He nodded and kept his hand firmly in mine.

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Once it hit 8am I was having regular contractions that were lasting around 30 seconds each and were 7 minutes apart. The midwife came in and checked how dilated I was, 4 centimetres. Me and Harry sat on a FaceTime call with his mum, dad and Rosie, just a few minutes after we called my family. Then I got a call from Faith. "Hey! How's it going. How are you?!" She asked excitedly. "Hey, I'm okay." I said with a light smile. She returned the smile "I literally couldn't believe it when Ethan told me you were in labour this morning." She stated. Before I could say anything else I felt another contraction building. I quickly said goodbye and placed my phone next to me. I took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand. "You're doing so good, breathe." He said quietly. As the pain subsided I let out a heavy sigh. Harry squeezed my hand lightly "You're incredible." I looked to him and smiled "You're so cute."

After an excruciating amount of time I was finally at 9 centimetres. I stood with my arms wrapped around Harry's neck, swaying slightly and breathing heavily. "Not long now. You've got this. I love you. You're doing so good." Harry whispered in to my ears as I clung to him. He kept his hands firmly on my waist, helping me to stay up. "Ok y/n, It looks like you're ready to push!" My midwife said and I looked up to Harry with fear in my eyes. He helped me back onto the bed and cupped my face in his hands gently "you're gonna be fine, I'm here." He said with a comforting voice. To be honest I thought Harry was going to be an absolute mess when it came to me giving birth but I was pleasantly surprised on how strong he's been, for me.

I lay back on the bed, held up by a few pillows and Harry was quick to grab my hand, once again. With my legs propped up, my midwife sat on a chair in front of me. "On the next contraction push as hard as you can." she said through my legs. I nodded nervously and it wasn't long until I felt that now all familiar pain run from my stomach all the way round to my lower back. I squeezed Harry's hand so tight I thought I might break it as I pushed with all I had.

After almost 30 minutes of what felt like constant pushing I finally heard the loud cries of my baby. Tears immediately poured down my face and the last few hours completely left my brain. I looked over to Harry once they passed me my baby. I have only ever seen Harry cry once during the entire time I've known him, but there was tears falling down his face as he stared sweetly at me. "You did incredible. She's perfect. I love you so much." He choked out. I brought him towards me by fisting his shirt in my hand and pulling him so our lips connected.

Once Harry cut the babies umbilical cord, both me and baby were checked over and cleaned up and we informed our families and friends that we were both ok and that the baby was healthy, we sat admiring the sweet little baby peacefully sleeping in the plastic cot. "We need to name her." Harry said quietly. "Got any ideas?" I asked, realising I hadn't actually thought about the fact she'd need a name. "Uhm, I like the name Nova." He said. My eyes lit up slightly and I nodded "she looks like a Nova." More tears dropped from my eyes. Harry shuffled towards me "what's wrong? are you okay?" He asked softly. I laughed lightly "I'm fine. I just- love her so much." Harry giggled then pulled me into a warm hug "I love you." He said with a breathy laugh. I smiled into his chest "I love you too."

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[buryustogether]

Hi! First off love your work! The way you write Miguel has me feral🥵🥵

Anywho, so it’s common knowledge that Miguel likes to bite with those fangs of his, but what if his s/o turned the tables and bit him.

All I can think of is biting those amazing tits of his and that dump truck of a butt…sorry I’m advance if you don’t like my idea!!

18+ m. o’hara thots (part 3)

to be honest the last thing he expects when you’re going down on him is for you to bite him.

when the tables are turned, he’s all over you, though. he doesn’t smile often because he tries to hide those fangs of his - about an inch long each - but when it’s only you and him, he flaunts them like they’re going to be sawed off in the morning. he loves to drag the sharp, warm tips along the delicate skin of your neck when he’ kissing you, allow his lips to press against your throat and his teeth to skim along your jugular.

he just adores gently biting down on your breasts, his warm, wide hand massaging one while he sinks the very tips of his teeth into the other. he’ll wrap his lips around your nipples and run his hot, wet tongue along the raised bud, groaning against your skin and sending vibrations through your sternum. it’s nothing short of heaven.

he’ll bite down on other places of your body, too. your thighs, stomach, your plush ass… anywhere he can get his teeth. it’s a norm for him, a way of marking you as his own.

he’s the one with the fangs, with the kink of sinking his teeth into your flesh… so it startles him when you pull off his long, thick cock in bed, turn your head, and gently bite at the inner muscle of his thigh.

“ay,” he gasps and peers down at you through lidded eyes. he tilts his head, lips parted and chest heaving for breath. “haz eso orta vez, princesa. espera y mira lo que occure.”

in retaliation, you crawl slowly up his body, biting and lapping over the skin taut with muscle. when you make it up to his mouth, you go in for a kiss, bite at his lower lip, and pull it gently before letting go and gazing down at him with lust-blown pupils.

he stares up at you, a devilish expression twisting his face as he spreads his lips and bares those fangs. “hands and knees,” he commands in a deep baritone. “i’ll teach you how to bite, bebe.”

[politemenacephd]

Arachnophilia (Part Twenty)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

TW: Description of blood and injury (not in a sexual context)

Content: Both Miguels are rutting (literally), Readers in heat, Dry Humping, Involuntary Orgasm, Rough PinV sex, Breeding kink, Biting, Voyeurism.

Notes: Alright you horndogs here's the most isosceles triangle you're gonna get outta me

Word count: 3,800

Miguel fell through the portal right as Mig dove in at his back. In the chaos he failed to calculate his exit and hit the floor hard, with the impact sending him flying into your limp body and skidding to a halt by his desk.

Mig hit the floor and rolled until his body slammed into the far wall, temporarily rendering him too stunned to move.

For a minute or so all you could do was breath. The office was filled with the echoes of panting, of whining, of sad, desperate little moans. It was unbearably tense. The urge to descend into primal chaos was dangling on a tether of momentary exhaustion, but that rope could snap at any moment.

A little will, a little tip of desire, and it would break.

You were the first to move. You managed to haul yourself up onto your elbows, and there you were met with the sight of Miguel doubled over in pain.

You were disgusted by your body’s instinctive curiosity. You hated the way your eyes fixated on those familiar traits; the dark hair, that sharp face, those sloped shoulders. You could see him erection straining painfully beneath the suit.

You looked away. You refused to give in, not while your right mind still knew, deep down, that something about this whole scenario was horribly wrong. You swallowed hard, and with those trembling wet little lips, you spoke.

‘How did you know?’ you croaked.

Miguel groaned at just the sound of your voice. ‘Uhn…. Ah—’

‘How… how did you, know—’

‘I was watching’ Miguel blurted in confession. He was bent like a man in prayer. ‘I- I knew, it would go wrong, or—I was waiting for it to go wrong, but not—not this wrong, I swear, I—f-fuck it hurts— por favor, haz que pare—’

‘Why… why, why?’ you pleaded. ‘What the, fuck—Why?!’

‘I’m sorry!’ Miguel blurted. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t—’

He turned as he spoke and caught your eye, noting the way you were trembling on the floor. His pink eyes glowered. For just a moment, his breath came a little faster. All he could see was that night, the night he watched you strapped down to the floor as you were mercilessly fucked by a monster that looked like him.

That tight web, squeezing fat into perfect little mounds, those noises, that release.

It was torturous. His mind kept merging his memory and fantasy, using it to spur him onward. It wanted to see you on the end of his shaft.

In a desperate bid to rid those thoughts he bit his hand, sinking his teeth beneath the skin. You startled at the pained groan he released.

‘Wh… what are you—ah—!’ You doubled over again as your insides throbbed and clenched.

When Miguel released his hand, he looked defeated. The moment the pain was gone his mind went back; back to you, back to that memory, back to his own unsatisfied body.

‘I…. I didn’t, I didn’t… I didn’t, want…’ That potent aphrodisiac in his brain continued to swell, filling his mind and body was a physically painful urge. He involuntarily hissed. ‘I can’t, stop…’

He could feel his mind was slipping. He saw you physically dragging yourself away from him, crawling on your belly. The denial was too much for him to handle.

‘Get away’ you whimpered.

‘I- I won’t, hurt you’ he said. His whole body throbbed and he nearly doubled over. ‘I swear, I just- it hurts, but I won’t, I won’t—I don’t, want to hurt you— I don’t want HIM to hurt you—’

‘Why should I believe that?’ you cried back. Miguel was silent for a moment.

‘I don’t want to hurt anyone’ he whispered, the last few words he could speak on the verge of disappearing. ‘I don’t. I swear. But I do. I keep… hurting people. And I don’t know—why—he wouldn’t, do, the same—’

‘Enough.’

A dangerously low hiss was reverberating through the empty office. You watched as Miguel slowly dragged his eyes away from your body, and over to the cause of the noise.

Mig was crouched against the floor, his legs spread and his claws out. His eyes were glowering a dangerous pink from the pollen.

‘You… You set us up?’ Mig hissed. Miguel didn’t respond.

The pollen was infecting them down to the bone, drawing out the ugliest and most primal parts of their biology. Their spider brains would not be satisfied with just sexual relief. They were filled with the desire to fight.

‘You’re me’ Miguel spat. His hackles raised as he shifted towards his counterpart. ‘And I’m not… good.’

‘Oh, you were right.’ Mig slowly rose up and tapped his paws, an obvious territorial display. You could hear his claws tapping on the hard metal, his body shaking with a disdain you'd never seen in him before.

It seems your quiet, comforting support was no longer enough to keep his anger suppressed. 

‘I’m not good. Not all the way, not anymore. Because of you. Because you, have taught me, how to hate something.’

Mig continued to slowly creep towards you as well. You were right between the two of them, your body ethereally lit by the one beam of pale blue light shining down from above.

‘All I wanted, all I did, was try to exist, and you have made my life hell for it. And still, still, I tried to be nice to you. I tried to talk to you, and all you did, was PUSH me, and then act like I was the monster for reacting. I am, done. I do not care, anymore, about your internal problems, your—suppressed, inadequacy. I do not care, even, that you eyed up my mate because of your own lack of moral standards. I can look past that. But you, put them, in DANGER! You—’

In the middle of Mig’s speech, in the middle of you crawling, you were brought to an abrupt halt. Something had gripped you by the ankle. When you turned, you were horrified to see Miguel’s hand wrapped around it. His face was contorted with pain.

‘You…. Put them in danger too’ he panted, hard, his breath condensing in the air. ‘Neither of us, deserves this. Deserves them. Deserves—to be here— I see that now—’

 Mig visibly growled with rage, his maw widening as his eyes turned black and pink. His next words were spoken in a horrifyingly gravelly tone.

‘I am not, you. I am NOT, YOU! And that, is the end of my fucking line, cabrón. They are mine, they chose me, and YOU, are the one not fit to be here!’ Mig seethed.

You squeaked as Mig’s clawed hand came down on your back. He tugged at your suit, dragging you beneath the rustling cage of his spider legs, but Miguel didn’t entirely lose grip on your ankle. You moaned outload as his claws sank down, squishing your flesh between his fingers.

‘Well then you better stop me’ Miguel spat back.

It was a double-edged statement, one carrying multiple meanings. It was a threat, yes, but a pathetic plea as well. Miguel knew that he would lose control of himself, and before that happened part of him wanted to be stopped.

He wanted it to be over. He just couldn’t admit that out loud.

Mig drew back his lips and spat venom to the floor. They both dropped their hold on you. ‘Oh, I will’ he seethed.

You shrunk down a little as the two began to circle, pacing like sparring cats on the brink of a fight. You could hear the low clicking in Mig’s throat, the rhythmic tapping of his paws. He began to rustle his abdomen.

‘You…. Clearly… didn’t get the point, the first time, that I made it’ Mig panted.

Miguel lowered himself down to match Mig’s stance. He was on all fours, his claws extended and tensed. Mig bared his teeth.

‘So I will make it… again… for the last time.’

The two launched at each other right over your shaking head.

There was an immediate clash of teeth and claws, one that was horrifying to hear. The smashing of fangs, the cracks, the clacking, the scraping of talons, it was overwhelmingly loud.

It was obvious that they were not fairly matched. Despite claiming that they were the same, Miguel was weak compared to his giant doppelganger. He was no match for his size, his raw power, his muscled arms bursting with veins.

Miguel tried to make up for his smaller stature by clawing at the vulnerable parts of Mig’s belly, but the thick fur was impossible to penetrate with just one swipe. For every one hit Miguel gained Mig would get one of his wrists with the claws on his forelegs, temporarily forcing him back.

Chunks of thick blue fluff covered the floor as Miguel tried to rip deeper, and in turn his blood began to splatter against the tiles.

You winced as Mig threw Miguel into his desk, physically smashing his monitors to pieces until they sparked and exploded. You watched Miguel swipe at him with his elbow blades only to have Mig grab them in his jaw and fling Miguel into a distant wall.

With Miguel out of the way Mig paused to breath, his chest heaving with each pant. The respite allowed the red mist to part, yes, but it also allowed the pink mist to take its place, and as his eyes re-focused they zoned in on you.

He felt the pollen intoxicating his blood, overtaking his mind. Soft little aranita. Handsomely made, perfectly sculpted, his flesh and blood love. His mate. His prime breeding material.

Like a panicked animal he ran to your side.

‘M-Mig—’

You reached out and were pinned to the floor in seconds. His lips crashed into yours with such force that they bruised, ravenously smearing you in venom and saliva as his tongue went down your throat. You welcomed the release with all the passion your body could muster.

‘Uhn—mm— Need to—breed you, now—’

You clawed at each other, just as he’d clawed at Miguel. His forelegs grabbed your waist and your nails went into his back. You dragged them until he was raw.

Unable to contain himself any longer Mig allowed his erect phallus to slip out, and with your hands and his working in messy unison you tried to tear your suit apart.

Anything to make the ache stop. Anything for relief.

‘Please’ you whined, ‘please- please, mm—’

But Miguel wasn’t done.

In the middle of you desperately grinding at each other, Miguel launched himself at Mig’s side. The fight was the only relief he could get.

As they collided they began to snap at each other, butting heads and tearing skin, but they couldn’t be parted from you either. Their bodies demanded too much.

You were nearly crushed between the two as Mig continued furiously, impulsively grinding his enormous shaft down against your inner thighs while trying to keep Miguel at bay, who himself was trying desperately to get any stimulation.

‘Please—’ Miguel rasped, his eyes burning pink, ‘give—me—’

They rolled and suddenly met with your body sandwiched between them, their heads pressed together around your neck, and there they continued their furious fight.

Your senses were bombarded. You smelled the sweat, the metallic hit of blood, the stench of musk and pheromones and damp fur. Their teeth clashed barely a cm away from your cheek, as clawed hands brushed your body before gripping at the other.

The weight was suffocation, almost claustrophobic. You felt flesh crushing you from your chest to your thighs, compounding you until it was hard to breath.

You should have been afraid. Instead, you were soaking. Despite your fear, your confusion, you were unbearably horny. Your torn suit was embarrassingly dripping with slick, and in the haze you were barely coherent.

‘Mig—ah—’

Between the crushing weight of both men, with Mig’s bulbous member frantically grinding on your painfully swollen clit and Miguel at your rear, your body reacted against your will and shuddered into the most potent climax.

Your screams drew the two to a temporary pause.

It was a fatal mistake for Miguel, to freeze and indulge in those sweet sounds, in the feel of you shaking against him, as it gave Mig the chance to push him back.

The larger spider got a handful of his hair and threw him back across the slippery floor before pinning you down.

‘MINE!’ Mig seethed.

Miguel caught himself with his claws and panted. He couldn’t win, but he also couldn’t stop. Waves of shame and relief washed over his body.

With a violent scream he dug his claws into the ground and furiously ran on all fours at his enormous opponent.

He tried to slide beneath Mig’s body, hoping to claw his soft belly, but he underestimated how fast Mig was.

As his body slid across the smooth floor he was punched in the gut by one of Mig’s legs. He wheezed, his body thrown off by the impact, and as he rolled into Mig’s other legs the giant spider wrapped them tight around his body. He rolled himself with Mig gripped to his belly, and easily pinned him down to the floor with such force that it cracked.

The force knocked the air from the bruised man’s lungs. For a moment, he faltered.

There was blood and spit all over the floor, coating the darkness like an abstract painting, a cascade of glittering rubies and pearls. In the corner you were shaking.

‘Mig’ you panted. Miguel slowly raised his shaking hands, and while he managed to dig his claws into Mig’s arms, he wasn’t strong enough anymore to push him away.

‘You are not, me’ Mig murmured. ‘Not, me.’

Miguel continued to fight as his larger counterpart held him to the floor. Mig strained his arms, pushing against him, and with shaking extremities he managed to fire a web at Miguel’s hand. He stuck one against the floor and grabbed him by the throat.

‘This… is… it’ Mig hissed, his spittle hitting Miguel on the cheek. ‘They are mine. I have been pushed—far—ENOUGH!’

Mig opened his mouth, revealing his fangs now dripping with venom. Miguel’s eyes widened.

Oh no. The spider was going to bite.

Instinctively Miguel began to squirm. He fought, he kicked, he scraped. He used everything he had.

But as he fought, and squirmed, and scraped for freedom, he caught a momentarily glimpse of something behind Mig’s head. He looked up and saw the reflective ceiling above.

For just a moment, the red and pink mist parted. He saw himself.

He saw his bloodshot eyes and his violent expression, his lips pulled back over his teeth in a violent sneer. In that distorted reflection Mig’s body looked like his own. It looked like everything he was afraid of. The inside on the outside. The monster. The creature more spider than man. The body he inhabited against his will, which he fought against every day to be what he wished he could be. To be good.

And Mig? He looked like what he thought he was. The bare back and head of a bruised, exhausted man, defending all that he had.

It was slow, but Miguel began to relax his limbs. His body wanted to fight. It wanted to sink its claws and teeth into his opponent, it wanted to tear him limb from limb, but in his right mind he saw himself. He knew he had to be stopped.

He stopped fighting, and in that moment of stillness, Mig bit him. He sank his fangs into Miguel’s neck and let the venom pool into his blood.

The sound Miguel made was like a strangled animal, a low rattle of a moan that echoed through the office and beyond. He spasmed a little as it took hold, his hands clawing at Mig’s back. He felt his hot breath steaming from his nose as he sank his teeth deeper.

The venom took hold quickly, and Miguel felt his hands beginning to lose their grip. His hands slid down before dropping meekly to the floor, and with a final whine, Miguel gave up.

With Miguel’s body now paralyzed Mig withdrew. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared down at his counterpart. Miguel had closed his eyes, but his chest was slowly rising and falling. He was alive.

Mig rose to his feet and abandoned his other half to the cold, hard floor. The venom would wear off around when the pollen did.

He made his way to you instead.

You were cowering by yourself, shamelessly rubbing your thighs together for any kind of relief. Even now it was all you could think of. As Mig approached your felt your body’s instinctive craving for him.

‘Mig I’m sorry—I couldn’t, control it, it—it hurts—’

‘I know. I know, aranita. It’s okay.’

He knew he should leave, but the urge to take you right then are there was too overwhelming. He was pumping with blood, with adrenaline and pheromones. He couldn’t make it back to your nest, not like this, and neither could you.

He grabbed the nape of your suit with his fangs and lifted you into the air.

‘Mm... Mm.’

With a grunt he swiped everything on Miguel’s desk aside before dropping you onto the smooth metal surface. In seconds he was on you. He thrust you down and began spinning web to keep you in place, tying your burning body down with that thick, sinewy silk.

You welcomed him as he grabbed your suit and ripped it in twain with his claws.

‘M-Mig, please—’

‘Come here.’

He grabbed the loose suit around your crotch and tore, leaving you bare. He pushed his rustling abdomen between your legs.

‘Come here’ he repeated. His mouth was dribbling venom at an alarming rate. ‘Come here, come here—’

You felt his fur brushing and sticking to your sweaty skin, utterly consuming your naked flesh as he mounted the desk and you with it. His breath hit your forehead.

‘Ah—I will, mate you now, okay? A-And then, we will go home. But… I need you… now—’

With a rough grunt he pushed as much of his cock inside you as he could, the smooth red flesh squishing in before expanding and utterly stuffing your cunt. It was plush, thick and hard but squishy in texture, allowing it to utterly invade every inch of your insides.

You both let out the same gasp for air, the same moan of utter and overwhelming relief. It was like emerging from the sea on the brink of drowning. Your lungs ached, your body was hot and shaking, but he had you. He was inside you. Each little pulsing vein was a lifeline.

‘There’ Miguel whined. ‘There, there—shh, I’ve got you. You’re mine now. You’re mine—’

He couldn’t bring himself to pause; the moment he felt that creamy cunt clench him, he started thrusting. Every black vein on his shaft was pulsing violently as it pumped and slipped, your combined slick quickly creating a messy puddle on the desks smooth surface.

Your frantic, jumbled, screaming filled the room, as did his abrupt move into grunting.

‘Uhn—uhn- uhn—’

His claws sank into the metal beside your head with terrifying ferocity. He peeled it back like butter, tugging on it until he was physically slamming you against his cock. You took it all.

Your eyes rolled back as you were used, as you were relieved from your own burning agony by that sweet, sweet, dripping wet cock, by your sweet and equally terrifying mate.

‘Uhn—uhn—uhn—!’

You squeaked as Mig’s forehead hit yours. You could feel it moving as he continued to pump.

‘Ah… mine’ he panted. ‘Mine, mine, MINE—’

‘Y-Yours—’

The desk began to creak and groan under the stress of his enormous body. He bent it further.

‘Mine—Mine!’

His forelegs dug into your waist with a sharp pinch, holding you taut so he could pump in harder.

You could hear what sounded like the wet, lurid motion of sucking as he moved inside you, mixed with the violent muffled clapping of skin on fur as he rutted between your legs.

You looked down, your neck shaking, and you caught a glimpse. He’d spread your hole nearly twice the size it should be spread. You were gaping, clenching to take him as it moved in and out. That fat, plush, red and black shaft was glimmering with copious strings of sticky fluid. You watched the bulge moving in your belly and fell back with a whine.

You were utterly broken by him. He was practically punching his cock at your cervix with each thrust, bending your spine until it ached. You clawed your little nails into his back and screamed.

You lost yourself in that sea of sensation.

Grunting. Pulsing. Slamming. Squeezing. Clenching. Pleading.

Smacking skin, panting and mewling, covered in spit and slick and cum, covered in blood and sweat and seed.

Oozing. Squelching. Screaming. Filling.

‘Let me breed you’ Mig pleaded, his mind utterly consumed by his own basic rutting needs. ‘Let me breed you, let me—fill you—NOW—’

Mig sped up one final time and unloaded hard inside you. You squirmed as you were stuffed, as your cunt expanded beyond its limits to fulfil his needs only to start oozing the excess down your trembling thighs. Your nails left permanent marks on his rippling back as he thrust load after load after load.

On the floor, just a meter or so away from this debaucherous display, Miguel lay in the dark, and he listened. What else could he do?

He knew, truly, that this was rock bottom. This was it. He’d been humbled, at last, in a way that never should have happened.

All he could see now, in his minds eye, was the reflection of his blood-stained face in the ceiling. Was that what you saw? Was that what, everyone saw?

He closed his eyes and silently relished the noise of what he craved so bad. He knew it would be the last time he allowed himself to do it.

He lay in silence as Mig reluctantly pulled out and sealed you up on the desk. The rut, the heat, it wasn’t over yet, but he’d satisfied it enough to get you home. He would mate you in his own nest, safe, away from this chaos.

Mig grabbed you by the nape again, clutching your limp body in his maw, and after pulling up a portal back to his own universe he walked over Miguel to reach it.

The man lay in the sudden silence, lying in the physical mess he’d made, the audio-visual manifestation of consequence. He let out a low whine.

He was never coming back from this.

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[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Best Friend Haz and Reader are so cute!! Do they just stay friends or is there a relationship involved👀

Tastes So Sweet*

warnings: smut, oral f receiving(munchrry), lil bit of subrry, protected sex

pairing: best friend harry x reader

masterlist | harry styles masterlist

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Closing his front door behind him, Harry follows YN into his home, the both of them taking their shoes off by the door before making their way further in. They don’t even make it 5 feet before they’re on each other, Harry pressing his lips to YN’s and her body to the wall adjacent the door. Pulling away, their chests are heaving as Harry looks down at her with so much adoration in his eyes before he speaks up.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” Harry whispers against her lips, and she pulls away with a bashful smile before pressing her lips to his once more. This time, though, the kiss is much hungrier than the last, and Harry pulls her closer, running his hands down to her lower back, just beneath the hem of her shirt. Now, it’s him that pulls away from the heated kiss, a smug smile on his face as he looks down at her.

“Did that make you feel nice? Y’like when I compliment you?” he teases, gently taking her bottom lip between his teeth and earning him an annoyed whine from her. From the way she’s begun shifting on her feet he can tell that her thighs are pressed tightly together to provide herself with some relief to where she’s getting wet for him.

YN just playfully shoves his shoulder but he doesn’t budge, his tone becoming darker as his hands travel lower and lower. “I asked you a question, Petal. I need an answer or I’ll be taking care of myself tonight,” he warns, humming in satisfaction when she practically melts at his tone.

“Yes, it made me feel nice,” she murmurs, hooking her thumbs into his belt loops just to be gently pulled away seconds later.

“Well cmon then, I’ve got some more compliments,” he teases, and she chuckles at his lame joke as he begins to drag her down the hallway toward his bedroom. When they arrive he doesn’t even bother closing the door behind them before he’s helping her out of her clothes -stopping for a moment to admire how fucking pretty she looks in just a bra and panties- and ridding himself of his own.

He’s then helping her to the centre of the bed and on her back, climbing between her legs. He wraps his arms around her thighs for support. “How are you this gorgeous? A right angel, all for me,” he whispers, not wasting anymore time on words before he buries his face between her soft thighs. He immediately begins to lick and suck at her sodden folds, and the amount of pleasure so quickly scares YN just a bit, her hands flying to his hair and yanking, but not enough to hurt him.

“Just can’t get enough of you; taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs against her, taking her swollen clit back into his mouth the moment he’s finished speaking. The both of them are drowning in pleasure, the sweetest sounds leaving her puffy lips. Each time she squirms above him he just pulls her even closer, burying his face so far into her that he can’t breathe.

He sucks and licks at her like a starved man, groaning against her, simply from her taste and the pleasure she’s receiving herself. She’s above him completely boneless as she lets him have his fill, and soon her legs are shaking around his head and her back arching as she nears the end. Words fail her as sobs of pure pleasure have begun to fall from her lips as she tries to warn him but can’t, her orgasm wracking her body almost unexpectedly.

She’s fallen silent as she rides it out against his face, the only sounds in the room being Harry’s groans and the filthy sounds of his tongue lapping up every bit of what she has to give him. He keeps his mouth on her until she’s completely limp save for the occasional aftershocks that make her legs twitch on either side of his head, and he’s sitting up with a shiny chin and a leaking cock.

His hands have now found her hips as he begins to gently run them all over her body, whispering sweet words to keep her grounded as she catches her breath. When she catches her breath, he sits back on his heels as she pulls herself into a sitting position, and he just watches closely as she moves closer to him before spitting into her palm and taking his aching cock into her hand.

She takes a moment to admire him, hard and weepy, just for her, and strokes him slowly a few times to test the waters before he begins to grow impatient.

“Please, let me have you,” he whimpers, bucking his hips into her fist with an impatient whine. He feels his stomach clench in pleasure when she simply runs her thumb over his weepy tip, his head falling back and tears building in his eyes from the teasing. “‘m gonna cum if you don’t stop, please,” he begs once again, choking on a moan when she bends down between his thick thighs and replaces her thumb with her tongue.

Running her tongue through the mess he’s made of himself, she hums in satisfaction when he tries to buck his hips toward her face but is stopped by her hands. She decides to indulge for a few more moments before she’s pulling off him with an audible pop, moving to the centre of the bed.

Harry can only watch her with a heaving chest as she spreads herself open for him, his cock twitching painfully from the teasing and anticipation. He could cry when she finally gives him permission, and he’s making quick work of grabbing the condom from behind him and sliding it on, a small whimper leaving his lips from the stimulation he’s provided himself.

He wastes no more time before climbing on top of her and lining himself up with her. He slides in as slowly as possible, and when he bottoms out his arms immediately shake before giving out and his head falls into the crevice between her face and shoulder, his body shuddering at the warmth and snugness of her. The weight on top of her has him nestled right against her g-spot, and when she lets out the sweetest moan he’s ever heard, it takes everything in him not to fill the condom right then, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels himself nearing his orgasm.

They just lie there connected in the most intimate way for a few moments until he can feel like he can move without blowing inside her, his hips rutting against hers as he begins to slowly fuck her. Their close proximity only aides in the progression of their orgasms, his pelvis brushing against her swollen clit, causing her to flutter around him from how sensitive she still is.

It only spurs him on, and he picks up the pace just a bit without changing the depth or angle in hopes it will get her there quicker. “Feel so good,” he murmurs against her neck, and beneath her sounds of pleasure he can hear the sound of their bodies connecting, he can feel her wetness against his pelvis as he brings the both of them closer.

“‘m gonna cum,” he hears her gasp right beside his ear, her arms wrapping around his upper back in an attempt to bring him closer to her.

“Please, please give it to me,” he whines against her. Moments later he feels her body go rigid and a long, drawn out moan leaves her lips as she finally cums around him, the feeling sending him over the edge as well. Harry feels his stomach clench and his balls draw up before all of his pent up release drains from his body, his warm cum flooding the condom. He can only sob against her damp skin and rut his hips against her as he works every last drop of cum from himself, pushing himself as deep as he can go as he twitches inside of her until he’s empty.

~

[haileybeehappy]

Cabana Break

Word count : 1.4k

Warnining : Oral (f receiving) fingering, swearing, dom harry?

Summary : Harry eats you out on vacation.

Harry had booked a small beach front house on an island in the middle of the Caribbean. Almost twenty four hours of travel and terrible jet lag later you crawl into the bed in the cabana wearing only your swim suit. The straps digging into your shoulders uncomfortably. Harry was still in the house showering as you dozed to sleep to the sound of the crashing waves and tropical birds in the distant trees.

Your body fully relaxed basically floating away from the mattress as your brain settles to sleep. You hear the sliding door open and close, followed but Harry’s bare footsteps walking across the pool deck tiles.

“Love?” He whispers. Checking your state of consciousness.

“Mm” is all you can get out as the mattress dips from the weight of his body climbing next to you.

“Sleepy huh?” His arm comes to wrap around your waist, his leg lazily thrown over your hips and he nuzzles his face into your neck, pulling in a big breath of air and releasing a long sigh.

“So tired,” you whine out. His weight lulling you to sleep. He starts to place lazy kisses on the pulse point if your neck. You capture his head between your neck and shoulder. “Leave me alone,” it comes out whinier than intended.

“I’m sorry lovie,” he places one last kiss against your skin before laying back and bringing his hand up to your face. “I just can’t help myself. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” a blush spreads across your face and neck. Causing your already warm body to heat up. A small smile teases your lips.

“I love you Haz,” you let out as a sigh more than words.

“I love you,” his thumb rubs across the curve of your bottom lip. “So much,” you part your lips. Slowly his thumb enters your mouth. Even with your limbs heavy with sleep and your brain fighting to stay awake your body submits to him. You can feel him harden against your hips. twitching and pulsing underneath the thin swim shorts. You open your eyes to finally look at him. His green irises are filled with lust. His sunglasses pushed up on top of his head keeping his hair out of his eyes. With that famous loose curl dancing across his forehead in the wind. A smirk splayed on his lips. “Always so good for me,” he moans as your tongue circles his thumb. He pops his thumb out from between your lips and grasps your chin bringing you in for a kiss. You hum into his mouth and his teeth graze your flushed mouth.

“Thought you were tired?” He laughs as your hands begin to roam his shirtless torso. Feeling his muscles ripple under your touch. As your fingers whisper across his skin he twitches and flinches away. "That tickles," he swats your hand away.

“You started it,” your voice croaks out. Still sleepy. Reaching out to grasp at him.

“Lay back baby,” he demands. Your back lays flat against the mattress. He rises above you. Slipping his knees on other side of you and capturing your head between his hands. He kneels over you like a lion that’s caught his prey. “Gonna make you feel good baby, okay?” You nod. He begins placing needy wet kisses against your neck and collar bones. His hands grab at your wrists and pin them above your head. He nips and sucks at your breasts leaving scarlet marks behind.

You want nothing more than to grip his curls between your fingers but his hold on your hands prevent you from moving. You pull at his tattooed ring clad binds. Which earns you a smile from him you can feel against your skin. His teeth nipping at you once again.

“You wanna touch huh baby?” He squeezes your wrists in his hands.

“Please Haz,” you whine. He lets go of your wrists.

“Only cause you asked so nicely,” he then quickly moves down your body and in one lightning fast move pulls off your bikini bottoms. You let out a yelp and grasp at the fabric covering the cushions below you to ground yourself. A chuckle vibrates through his body. Your knees instinctively fall to the sides leaving your center open for the taking. Harrys eyes devour you. Hands lightly hold your ankles and he slowly trails his fingers up your leg. With the curve of your calves. Around your knees. Pressing deeper into your skin as he reaches your thighs. Palms connecting to the soft tissue of your inner thighs as he lowered himself down so he’s eye level with your pussy.

His lips following the train of his hands. He then hooks his arms around your legs and pulls you to his mouth. Licking a slow stripe through your folds your head drops back to the bed and a moan unlike any sound you’ve made before leaves your throat. His mouth seals around your clit and sucks ever so lightly at the tense bundle of nerves. You pick up your hips and try to grind into him but his arms hold you in place. As he continues to lick and suck on you, your fingers pull at the sheet. Knuckles white and achy as you try to continue pushing yourself towards him. His tattooed arm unlatches from your leg and he grasps your hand in his and places it on your head. Your opposite hand follows in suit knocking the sunglasses off his head and they fall back into the ground with a clatter.

“Always taste so sweet,” he moans. More to himself than you. He preps himself onto his elbow and brings his fingers to your folds massaging them as he lightly blows air over you. You let out a string of whines and curses as he teases your entrance.

“Please Harry. I want you,” you moan as you pull at his hair.

“So pretty when you clench around nothin baby. Could watch you like this all day,” he smiles. As his two fingers dive into your center. Your hips quickly jump off the bed before he pushes you back down.

“Holy shit please fuck,” the words mesh together as he continues to pump into you. Attaching his mouth back to your clit. His fingers hitting the spongy place inside you and making you moan so loud the cooks in the next building could probably hear you. “Please Harry please,” you chant as you can feel your orgasm reaching closer.

“Cum for me baby. Come on. Give it to me,” you pull at his curls as a wave hits you. Your orgasm pulling away your sight and hearing and all you could do was feel. His mouth on your clit. His fingers inside of you. His hair between your fingers as you pulse against him. The vibrations of his moans as you come down from your high. Your breathing still heavy and erratic you open your eyes and look down at Harry. Relaxing your hold on his hair he drops his head to rest on your thigh. He kisses the skin he can reach without moving and his eyes catch yours. “Did so good for me baby, go to sleep,” you shake your head.

“What about you?” You ask pushing yourself to support your weight on your elbows. He smiles sheepishly.

“Got that covered,” his cheeks flush red. He brings himself up into his knees and you see a dark spot staining his yellow swim shorts. You smile and look back to his face. He shrugs. “The fact that you can get me off just by the taste of you baby,” a proud smile on his lips. “Fucking amazing,” he drops down next you and sheds the dirty shorts. Kicking them off the mattress.

You sit up and untie the swim top and fling it off the bed, landing next to his sunglasses. You crawl to the edge of the bed to grab the black Ray-Bans. His hand lands on your ass with a smack as you grasp the plastic. You shoot up with your mouth hung open in shock.

“Ow!” You exclaim turning to him. "Harry!"

“You can’t just dangle it in from of me and not expect me to play with it,” he laughs as he rubs his red handprint on your ass. You fall back into him and settle into his side. Tossing the glasses at him. He raises them up to look and there’s a crack across the lens. The arm crooked.

“Oops,” you shrug as he smiles and puts them on.

“Fucking always breaking my shit,”

“Such a dirty mouth styles,”

“You weren’t complaining a minute ago,” he laughs as he chucks the glasses out of the cabana. Wrapping his arms around you as you slowly drift to sleep.

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[spidybaby]

Begin Again | part one

Summary: Secrets can't be held forever. Specifically, not the one you keep from him.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: The dividers I'm using are from @cafekitsune All credits to them ❤️✨️

Part two

December 2025

"No, Pedro! No puedo calmarme, estas bromeando?" (No Pedro, I can't calm down, are you joking?) You were shouting at this point. "Estas bromeando?" You repeat.

"¡No! Joder, no estoy bromeando!" (No, Fuck, I'm not joking) his tone elevates as much as yours.

You cover your face with your hands, feeling the tears wetting them.

"Cuatro putos años, Pedro." (Four fucking years, Pedro.) You shout again. "No me vengas a decir estupideces, anoche me hablabas de casarnos y hoy te dio por olvidar todo eso?" (Don't fuck with me, yesterday we were talking about marriage and today you forgot about all of that?) You couldn't believe his words. "Me estas jodiendo, dime por favor que me estas jodiendo" (you're joking, please tell me you're joking).

He stayed silent, time passing as you only waited for him to start laughing and tell you he was pranking you.

"Amor," you took his face in your hands. "Por favor no hagas esto, tu y yo podemos con todo, lo hemos hecho siempre, Pedro, por favor" (Please don't do this, you and I will get over everything, we've done it before).

You were begging him in denial of the situation.

"Pepi, por favor."

His eyes were fixed on something. He was trying as hard as possible not to look at you. He knew if he did everything he just told you, it was going to be taken back.

He press his hands on your wrists and slowly took your hands away from his face.

"Lo siento," he whisper "lo siento pero no puedo." (I'm sorry I can't).

He let go of you, not looking once at your. Took his jacket and keys and walked to the front door. "Por favor, ve a Portofino, no lo dejes ir por mi, no valgo la pena. Haz tu vida y déjame atrás." (Please go to Portofino, don't let that go because of me, I'm not worthy. Live your own life and leave me behind).

You saw his car getting away from your house.

The tears never stopped. Your body was now on the floor, crying louder than before, the pain I your chest was growing stronger by the minute.

January 2026

"Bueno niña, todo listo y ordenado. Amo la vista por cierto." (Okay, girl, everything is done and ready. I love this view, by the way). Your brother Paulo says he's the one helping you with the moving.

You got an offer to be part of this big company in Portofino.

"Venga, cambia la cara, todo estará bien, me tienes a mi acá y Elena prometió venir a verte cada dos semanas, estas bien" (c'mon, don't act like that, everything will be fine, you have me here and Elena will visit you every two weeks). He pat you in the back, forcing you into a hug.

You accept the forced hug but only for a moment, after that you shove your brother away from you.

"Debería estar feliz." You say walking to the couch. "Pero no puedo estar feliz, Paulo. No sin él." (I should be happy, but I can't Pualo, not without him).

Your eyes water, you have everything you wanted, a big start, the job of your dreams, everything but him.

"No llores, por favor no de nuevo." Paulo runs to your side, hugging you while you cry. "Venga, vamos a dar una vuelta y tomar algunas fotos." (Don't cry, please not again. C'mon, let's go out and about and get you some good photos).

He dried your tears and pulled you out of the couch. Grabbing your purse on the way out to his car, you took out your phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Elena, your best friend.

Paulo took you to a rental of motorcycles, knowing you loved driving one around everytime you visited him.

You two spend the rest of the day laughing and having all the fun you could. You appreciate your brother help. He knew you needed to move on at your own time. A four year relationship was not a thing you left behind in a day.

"Para, deja te tomó una foto para tu insta" he indicates you how to pose for the picture, taking several. (Stop right there. Let me take a photo for your insta).

"Basta, ya son, suficiente," you laugh, getting off the motorcycle. "Igual solo subiré una." (Enough, they're enough, I'll only post one).

You both cheeked the pictures, and he airdrop them to you.

"Subí la foto y pone algo como "amando los nuevos comienzos", no crees?" (Post it and caption it with something like "I love new beginnings).

You laugh but did it.

(Sorry if the picture doesn't adapt to your features. I just use it as inspo. Also this is not portofino but imagine it is, love you)

February 2026

"Elena, apúrate por favor." You say as you touch up your makeup. (Elena, hurry up, please).

You were going to be her +1 at this event in London, Elena was became an influencer way back in the day when you were eighteen, she started posting for fun and suddenly it became a full time job.

A good one, she was always invited to fashion shows, she even did modeling campaigns for big brands. You were happy and thankful because you could borrow some trendi clothes.

"Relax, bebé" she says, coming out of the bathroom. "Tenemos aún como una hora para llegar, bájale" (we have an hour to get there, relax).

"Elena, ya viste la hora?" You say, looking at her with lifted eyebrows. (Did you see the time?).

She looks at her phone, eyes opening as you laugh.

"Okay, vamos c'mon, vamos todos al show, vamos a la obra en una sola maniobra." she sings the Dora the Explorer song, and you only laugh at her.

You make your way to the venue. It was this big event for Dior. They're showing their new makeup line and invite different type of social media presence.

The event was amazing. The Dior team was amazing and made everyone feel welcome. They even gave you a little souvenir.

You left a little earlier because Elena was done for the day, not feeling like socializing with other people but not wanting to be rude.

"Te sientes bien? Estás algo pálida, " Elena says, looking at you carefully. "Queres agua?" (Are you okay? You look pale, do you want some water?).

You were feeling kind of dizzy, but you didn't want to ruin the day with that.

"Toy' bien," you say, drinking from the bottle she opened for you. "Maybe it's the day being too hot." (I'm fine, maybe it's because of the weather, it's too hot).

She only nodded, leaving the conversation for later.

The car ride was rough. You felt to hot, too dizzy and too uncomfortable. But didn't say a word.

As Elena's driver parked in front of the hotel, she was the first to go out. "Sabes que quiero, un carpaccio de salmón." (I want some salmon carpaccio).

She was paying attention to her phone and didn't notice how you were struggling to even hold yourself on the car door.

The last thing you remember was Elena shouting your name and feeling a harsh pain in your head.

Waking up to a painful white light and with a headache was not the ideal thing.

"Ay Paulo, esta despertando." You can hear Elena's voice. (She's waking up).

"Paulo?" Is all you can ask, barely opening your eyes due to the light.

Elena noticed this and turned the switch off.

"Ya esta, relájate." She pushed you back on the bed. "Te golpeaste la cabeza, me asustaste." (It's okay, relax. You hit your head, you scared me).

"Joder, no sé que pasó." Your head is still pounding. "Dónde estamos?" (Fuck, I don't know what happened. Where are we?).

"En el hospital, lista." She says with that obvious tone. "Me diste el susto de mi vida." (At the hospital, dingbat. You scare the shit out of me).

"Paulo, donde esta mi hermano?" You ask remembering about hearing his name. (Where's my brother?).

"En portofino, lo llamé porque el hospital por protocolo lo debe llamar al ser tu contacto de emergencia." (In Portofino, I called him because the hospital did it).

You slowly nodded. Your eyes are open now, but you are still feeling a deep pain.

"No entiendo que paso, estabas bien al salir del evento." Elena was playing the whole event and day with you, trying to find an answer for your pass out. "Tal vez se te bajo el azúcar, esta horrible el calor afuera." (I don't know what happened. You were fine at the event. Maybe your sugar went low. It's pretty hot outside.)

Lucky for you, a doctor walked into the room, making her stop.

"Hi ladies, how are we feeling."

"How do you think?" Elena says and points at you.

"Well, I think that apart from the head, which you don't have any contusion, everything seems fine."

"But, this is not fine." Elena talks again, making the doctor laugh.

"Relax, please." He patts her shoulder. "Her iron went low. It's completely normal, with the weather being hell hot, it's nothing to worry about, I promise."

She nods, smiling shyly.

"And even better news for you miss." He's not talking to you. "You're very healthy, it's good. Let me call a nurse to make sure your little one is also fine."

Your head snaps up very fast. "What did you just say?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's a routine thing, we have to make sure mommy and baby are both fine before letting you leave."

You felt like passing out again. "Mommy and baby? You must have the wrong room, I'm not expecting." You're sitting now, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of your headache. "Elena, please tell him."

Elena is as shaken as you're. Being speechless was not a thing in her books, always having something to say at the right time.

"I" she tried but nothing is coming.

"Oh, okay. My bad, " the doctor began seeing your shock. "I didn't meant for you to find out like that, I'm sorry. I'll call the nurse and we can check."

"No!" You snapped. "You need to do another test or whatever I'm not pregnant, I can't be."

The air was reducing around you, feeling a pressure on your chest.

"Wow, no, ma'am, please, let's breathe slowly, I didn't mean for this, sorry." The poor doctor is now in alert mode.

"You, friend, please go out and call a nurse."

Elena does as she's told and goes out of the room.

"No, por favor," you're hyperventilating. "The tests are wrong. Run them again."

The doctor tries everything to calm you down, working a little bit.

Elena and a nurse enter the room. The woman has a machine with her.

"Venga, respira profundamente." Elena is calming you down now. The doctor focuses his attention on the machine.

"Can you open your dress for us, love?" The lovely nurse says. "Just a little on your tummy area will be fine."

Elena helps you with that. Thank goodness your dress was a corset type, and you could undone it upfront.

You calmed a little, the crying stopped, but your breathing still irregular.

"This is going to be cold, okay?" You nod at her words. "Okay, let's see here."

The gel was indeed cold, nothing too crazy for you to handle.

She's pressing the ultrasound thing on your stomach. Yours and Elena's eyes are fixed on the little screen.

"Here it is." She points. "Here's baby."

She's smiling, but you're not, mind blank.

"What about?" Elena starts, out of breath. "What about the heartbeat? Can we hear it?"

Pressing a button was enough for you to hear the little boom boom.

Your eyes water, you let yourself fall onto the hospital bed.

"Stop it." You cry. "Make it stop, please."

"Amiga" Elena tries but you're not having it.

"No, Elena! Stop it, please."

The nurse and doctor look at each other, and she cleans the gel off of you.

"Él tenía que estar aquí, conmigo." You can't stop your tears. "Yo no tendría porque estar sola, se suponia que ambos íbamos a enterarnos juntos, ambos íbamos a planear la sorpresa a los demás, ambos íbamos a hacerlo juntos" (He was supposed to be here with me, I'm not supposed to be here alone, we were supposed to find out together, we were going to plain the announcement, we were doing all of this together).

Elena's eyes are teary. She knows what you mean. She knows your pain.

"Me quiero ir, sácame de acá" (I want to go, take me out of here).

"Can we go?" Elena ask the nurse, who's at this point kind of scared to even talk.

The doctor gives her some indications for you to follow as well as a recipe for prenatal vitamins. Indicating her how to take them.

They both left, saying goodbye to you.

After calming down a little, still very shaken with the news.

Elena helps you as you make your way out of the hospital.

The silence was uncomfortable. You didn't know what to say, and she didn't want to trigger your cries again.

The only thing in your mind is him and all the what ifs.

"Vas a decirle?" Elena broke the silence. (You're telling him?).

You didn't even know your next step, afraid of everything. You only responded by moving your shoulders.

"Sabes que estoy aquí para ti, verdad?" (You know I'm here for you, right?).

You only nod. Just wishing you could wake up for this nightmare.

Lucky you, the driver pull up to the hotel. You exit the car as fast as possible, ignoring Elena calling your name.

You run to the elevator, not waiting for her, just wanting to dissappear on your room. Thankfully, you and Elena had separate rooms.

You slammed the door as you entered, throwing yourself in bed.

After a good hour or so without moving, just existing in bed, you grabbed your phone. Making the mistake of opening Twitter.

You stared at the screen, feeling empty.

Two months.

In two months he replaced you.

After all the "you're irreplaceable."

After four years.

"Okay."

August 2026

"Venga, que parece que cada que te veo estas más grande." Paulo and you are sitting on his couch, his hand on your belly. (C'mon, it looks like every time I see you, you're bigger).

"Paulo," you laugh. "Eso es porque cada vez va creciendo más. Duh." (That's because it's growing constantly).

He laughs as well.

Paulo got so excited when you told him the news.

He loves kids. He's the type of guy who you'll fall in love with just looking at him with a kid.

"El big boy esta cada vez más grande, eso me encanta." (Big boy is getting bigger by the day, I love it.)

"Big boy," you repeat, laughing. "Mami dice que no le gusta que le digas así." (Mom said she doesn't like it when you call him like that).

"A mi me gusta decirle así." (I like calling him that). You caress your belly. "Big boy."

You were thankful for all the support your family gives you.

They didn't judge you or repremend you when you told them the news. Your parents were excited, taking the first flight to Portofino, your brother cried, he was happy to be an uncle.

They even supported your decision of not telling Pedro about the pregnancy.

After the picture of him and that girl, you decided that if he had already moved on with his life, that was okay, but you were moving too, without him.

You blocked all the people from Tenerife and cut ties with all his friends from Barcelona. You even blocked his family from everything. Your brother did the same in support.

Your parents weren't posting or mentioning anything about your baby, not wanting to mention something to the wrong person, and have Pedro and his family find out.

"Te gusta esta foto?" Me la tomé el otro día y Elena quiere que la suba." (Do you like this picture? I took it the other day, and Elena is nagging me to post it). You showed him the picture.

He nods and motivate you to post it too.

So you did.

"Harás una sesión de fotos como mamá te sugirió?" (Are you doing a maternity photoshoot like mom asked you to?)

"No sé, creo que si." (I don't know, I think so).

August 2026

"Dame una sonrisa, mami." The photographer says.

Elena, your mom and you were at Mike Peralta, a big photographer. You mom wanted the best of the best for your maternity shoot.

After a while, you're done with the photos, kind of tired. Being seven months pregnant was making you tired all day.

"Oh mi amor, estas fotos están preciosas," your mom says as Mike shows her the photos. (Oh baby, this pictures are adorable).

You change into the clothes you bring.

Elena, as well as your mother, loved your photos.

"Hola a todos." (Hello, everyone).

A very happy and excited Paulo enters the room with different drinks.

"Un chai latte para Lena, una americano para mamá, un té sin azúcar para Mike, un frappe caramelo para mi y un frappe matcha para ti y para mi big boy." (A chai latte for Lena, a Black Americano for mamá, a tea without sugar for Mike, a Caramel Frappe for me and a matcha frappe for you and big boy). He says, giving each person their drink.

When he gets to you, he kisses your belly as he hands you the drink.

"Paulo, amor mío, ven a ver las fotos." (Paulo, my love, come see the pictures). Your mom dragged him to the computer.

After your mom paid, not letting you do it, you all went back to the house you have in Portugal.

You were thankful for all the opportunities your parents gave you. They worked really hard for you and Paulo to have a nice future.

Something that always made you laugh was that Pedro's fan girls used to say you were a gold digger. Even when you grew up with more money than him.

Having that stability helped you get away from him. Not having to get back to Tenerife to do all the things you were doing.

September 2026

"No puedo creer que este año tenga que ir sola a celebrar mi cumpleaños" (I can't believe that this year I have to celebrate my birthday alone). Elena says, after her birthday dinner, you were in Manchester, she wanted to celebrate there.

You were sad too, it was the first time in all your friendship you didn't celebrate together.

"Tomemos una foto, antes de que te vayas." (Let's take a picture before you leave).

"Estoy bien hinchada, le haces photoshop." (I'm so bloated, photoshop it).

You laugh extra hard.

"Lena, créeme que la única barriga que van a ver es la mía." (The only belly people will see is mine, trust me).

"Okay." She giggle as pose with you in front of the mirror.

Elena left for her party.

She was going to a new club that her boyfriend owned.

She loved parties, and her boyfriend had the perfect places for her to party.

As the night went, she wanted to take some pictures with her whole group. But before anything, she was going to retouch her makeup.

Making her way to the bathroom, she hit someone. Making that person throw the drink in their hand.

"Omg, I'm so sorry." She turned at one table stealing their napkins.

"Elena?"

Her eyes found that person eyes.

"Pedro."

[chimpanzeedotcom]

Me as president addressing the public when 9/11 2 happens: “ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys and dudes of all teenages as well as the uh gals some trolles haz bombed r epic country which is not a warm wet walnut TWU this is not a drill this is a code rainbow the motel has tried to kill us and this glorious nation of the United States”

[faerromagnetic]

Harrow the Ninth, Thoughts part 3

Finished the book! Harrow wasn't even insane, everyone was just gaslighting her. Gideon the First WAS attacking her. Ianthe was lying all the time, because Harrow told her to do so. Augustine and Mercy were lying to keep their cover, Johnny G. was lying because he also didn't know anything, even Harrow was lying to herself.

I understand, why both Lyctors had to kill John. But the consequences of what they'll do is insane. Obliterate 9 planets. Kill, likely Billions of People, Again. Who's to say killing off all life in a planet post ressurection won't make another Ressurection Beast to wreck havoc in the Universe. In an awful way, Mercy and Augustine are recreating the sin that John did. With likely the same consequences.

I can't agree with killing the Emperor, yes he deserves to die, but the price of doing so would have been too steep. I'd lock him in a tomb, and have him empower Dominicus for eternity. Killing John, and Dominicus in turn leads the nine houses to be put under the control of Augustine or Mercy, and through that connection, the Blood of Eden.

We don't even know who tf the Blood of Eden is! For all we know they're Fanatics and Zealots. With a name like that I'd bet money on them hyper religious freaks and Zealots. Probably some Brotherhood of Steel, Adeptus Mechanicus style cult. Likely the type to uncritically worship Nostalgia and the Past.

I'd stick with John honestly. Maybe John Gohn could be better one day, and I HOPE he was telling the truth about his regrets. If he didn't, well fuck him then. Warhammer 40k had the right idea for God Emperors. Turn the bastard into a living battery. I think, a part of Jod was hoping the 8 in GtN, would crack the formula. Maybe that's why he was hoping they would take it slow, do it with years of study and preparation. So, I can't really hate Ianthe for what she did. Or maybe, I just fell for Jaius Gaius sad wet cat act.

Also, Harrow and Gideon definitely opened the stupid tomb. Gideon found Harrow in the Tomb. So Alecto was definitely released. Maybe, partially? But she's still out there, somewhere. Maybe the girl living with Camilla. Who knows

I am, so very very happy I got my prediction about the Sleeper right. Once I realized Gideon was alive and consciousness inside Harrow, there was only one suspect. Gideon's Mom. Where else was a friggin Haz Suit ever mentioned except the one her Mom was found in. Considering Palamedes mentioned that you bring your last memory with you when you died, of course her Mom remembered being in a Haz Suit

[lunarheslwt]

28th appreciation fic recs: February edition

Hi! Welcome to the February fic rec list! I wanted to put together all the fics I've read and loved over this month for the 28th appreciation, so here they are! Click on the links for full tags and summaries. If you read any of these make sure to show the authors some love by leaving kudos and comments, and sharing any fic posts!

☁️To you I can admit, I'm just too soft for all of it by @starryhaze28

(28k / not rated / non traditional a/b/o)

“Harry?” Louis asks when he hears the frantic crying coming through the speaker. “H, darling what's wrong?” Concerned, Louis puts on his shoes as he keeps hearing the sobs. It’s the middle of the night and the phone call has definitely pulled Louis out of his deep slumber, but Harry is crying, and Louis has to be with him. “It’ll be okay, baby, I'm gonna come over, okay? You just- Haz you have to send me your address, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Louis asks, trying to remain as poised as possible as he presses his phone between his ear and shoulder so he can grab his jacket. “No.” Harry cries out. “It's all wrong, Lou- It’s-” Another sob. “I hate it, Lou, I hate it so, so much, make it stop.” the nesting shop au

Thoughts: the softest dearest thing you'll read, characters I would die for, a true comfort read

☁️While you're figuring it out by @silverstuff50

(4k / E / wholesome bdsm)

Harry is in a rut and his mood is getting lower and lower. Louis helps him with love and kink.

Thoughts: if you love kink, and if you love the softness and emotions that come with established relationships, then this is for you, its the perfect combination!

☁️On that note by @allwaswell16

(6k / E / pen pals, getting together)

Louis’ office job on an omega only floor would be absolutely fine, if not for the alphas he and his friends have to deal with in the building. But although they’ve never met face to face, the friendly notes sent between him and Harry in Purchasing help him get through the day.

Thoughts: this was so cute, and Louis' character esp is so endearing, and the way they get together is so precious !

☁️(drippin' on me) till my feet are wet by @justanothershadeofblue

(3k / E / watersports)

They’ve known each other so long, is the thing. More than a decade, at this point; their entire adult lives. They know each other with a deep and abiding familiarity, know each other's ins and outs, hopes and fears, secrets and kinks. There’s nothing hidden between them, and little that escapes each other’s notice. All of which is to say, Louis knows exactly what Harry’s up to, making this huge pitcher of lemonade and waiting until the lads were out the door to bring it outside and press a cold glass into Louis’ hand. He’d poured the liquid carefully, sunglasses concealing his gaze as he filled it to the top. “Drink up,” Harry had said, and Louis had, tipping the contents down his throat in one long pull, letting a few drops slip free and run down, chilled and sweet, into his short beard. He’d caught Harry’s eye and held out his glass for more. “Good,” Harry had said, voice deep, and filled it again.

Thoughts: so. fucking. hot. And bonus: the tenderness that comes with established relationship. Best of both worlds really, so it's perfection.

☁️We don't fight fair by @hellolovers13

(2k / E / chase, non traditional a/b/o)

“What, you think I'll just roll over for you now?” The smirk on Louis’ face was almost devilish. “Yes,” He breathed against Harry’s lips, cocky and sure, like it was a fact of life. It sent all kinds of shivers through Harry. God, but he wanted to. Wanted Louis to have him right against this wall, let everyone see how he fell apart under him. But not tonight. Harry fixed his posture, standing up straighter and trying to get himself under control. “I don't think so, omega.” Or: Nothing like a little chase to start off Louis' heat.

Thoughts: *muffled screaming*. Genuinely was so hot I was speechless for a good while. If that's not convincing: there's a chase. And it's O/O. I'm begging y'all to go read this.

☁️Man spreading by @red-pandaaa

(2k / E / pwp)

“Manspreading is such a bad habit,” Harry said, mainly because he felt like he was obligated to. “Is that so?” Louis said, in a tone that challenged Harry to disagree. Harry nodded as firmly as he could. “I think you should try to tone down the manspreading a bit.” “Maybe I should spread out my man instead,” Louis mused. OR Harry complains about Louis manspreading, Louis makes a joke, and rimming ensues

Thoughts: short and sexy, i loved it sm, this ones for the uh...rimming enthusiasts!

☁️Trippin', Stumblin' by @itsnotreal

(4k / M / friends to lovers fluff)

Harry was falling for Louis. No, really. He was literally falling for Louis— well, okay, maybe it was because of him. Technicalities. Or the one where Harry is super clumsy but still manages to catch Louis’ attention.

Thoughts: nervous awkward harry is so precious to me, this was so fucking cute and PRECIOUS

☁️You can try to hide by @itsnotreal

(6k / E / cnc, hunter prey kink)

Harry has managed to keep his innermost thoughts at bay when he’s around Louis, but what happens when he shows up unannounced one night when Harry’s at his most vulnerable.

Thoughts: read tags! cnc done WELL, so gripping so thrilling, so hot. The mind reading is SUCH a nice touch ahhhh

☁️Shut your mouth, baby by @larry-hiatus

(3k / E / new years smut)

While fooling around in a closet at a New Year’s Eve party, Louis can’t seem to keep quiet. All he needs to do is hold off until midnight, when Harry will finally uncover his mouth and let him come at full volume.

Thoughts: Em never misses with the smut so this is another banger, bonus: desperate overwhelmed Louis. So. 10/10 in my mind.

And that's it! Yet another short list bc I've been so tired and falling asleep before I could read sigh. Also yes literally almost all are smut but in my defence it's because I didn't get time to read long fics and short ones are usually smut. But then again we love and support smut in this house so you're welcome. Send some love to the authors if you check out any of these!!

[didishawn]

More Pedri x Ferran x Reader??

Teaching lesson (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut

Warnings: Pedri teaches Ferran how to get you off without having to use his cock, smut, use of a dildo, reader squirts, lots of Spanish

Masterlist

You laughed when the Valencian showed up to the lesson with some paper and a pen

"Sabes que no ese tipo de clase, ¿no?" (you know its not that type of lesson, right?)

"Solo quiero estar seguro de que me acuerdo de todo" (I just want to make sure I remember it all)

The Canarian joins you two, laughing at his friend "Mira que eres tonto, anda, ponte cómodo, que solo tienes que mirar" (you are so dumb, come on, get comfortable, you only have to watch)

Your back is against Pedri, sitting in between his two legs, he is completely dressed- so is Ferran- you are completely naked.

Your favorite dildo is next to you -a blue and red piece of plastic, thick and long, prominent veins, Pedri's hands massage your sides softly.

"Le gusta suave de primeras" the Canarian explains "Nada de ser brusco, le puedes hacer daño, esta es su parte más sensible, haz pequeños y suaves círculos" (she likes it soft at first. Don't be rough, you can hurt her, this is her mist sensitive part, do little soft circles)

The older boy's eyes are set on your middle, your little clit as the Canarian stimulates it as he say, you squirming on his hold, his legs on top of yours to keep you in place.

You are so wet, he can see that, hips following the pleasurable touch.

"Mira a ver que este bien mojada, así todo es más fácil" he raises his hand, showing how wet his middle finger has become, taking it into his hand, moaning at the sweet taste "Prueba tú" (make you she is real wet, like that everything is easier. You try it)

The Valencian hesitates for a moment, hand then reaching towards your middle, enjoying how you moan when he makes contact with your sensitive clit, finger going down to your slit, then up again, he takes it off, he too moans at the taste.

"Debes probar con un dedo primero, luego vas añadiendo según sus reacciones" he looks down at the toy, his hands on your breasts, teasing you "hasta que este preparada para lo que de verdad le gusta" (you must try with a finger at first, then keep adding by he reactions until she is ready for what she really likes)

Ferran nods, middle finger teasing your entrance as you whimper, slowly plunging it, groaning at how hot and tight you are.

"¿Bien?" he asks, you furiously nodding and lowly moaning. (good?)

"Otro" Pedri says, his own hand back to your clit, tight pleasure circles on it, enjoying your squirming, your head falling down to hi shoulder sighing, he knows you like it too. (another one)

Ferran does as told, scissoring the two fingers, wanting to open up space for a third one, you hand grasping his hair, begging him for more.

He doesn't wait for Pedri to guide him as he thrusts in the third one, he likes how your hips rise off the mattress, the midfielder once more putting his weight on his legs to keep you down, one hand on you waist, a warning whisper into you ear reminding you to behave.

Ferran's fingers are long, filling you up real good, but it's not enough, Pedri notices, his own hand grasping the other boy's wrist and taking his fingers off you.

He reaches for the dildo, giving Ferran a look "No sabes como adora esto, se pone a gemir como una putita al tener este trozo de plástico llenándola" (you have no idea how much she loves this, starts moaning like a little whore when she has this piece of plastic inside her)

The toy teases you entrance, circling it, yet not entering, Pedri sure knows how to keep you up your toes.

"Esto es lo contrario, le gusta fuerte, que le llegue hasta el cervix, rápido, profundo, como si fuera tu polla dentro suyo" (this is the opposite, she likes it hard, that it reaches her cervix, fast, deep, as if, it was your dick inside her)

Pedri doesn't wait a moment, Ferran's eyes widening up as he instantly slams the dildo all the way inside you, fast pace from the go, going in and out so fucking fast, so rough, destroying your insides.

It fills you up completely, has you crying out, tears on your eyes, it's painful, yet it isn't, it's so good, an incredible pleasure, the inanimate object hitting your cervix, your sweet spot, so fucking big, it feels so good.

Ferran watches you completely enjoying yourself, how you even trty to fuck the toy deeper into you, harder too as it completely disappears inside you. It's a true sightful, so pretty, you are a trembling mess, Pedri's lips attached to your neck as he fucking destroys you.

The Canarian gives him an amused look, yet his words are demanding "Usa tu boca" (use your mouth)

He doesn't have to say it twice, his lips instantly around your clit, sucking softly, yet demandingly, Pedri's hand keeping him in pace by a strong hold on his hair, he moves him, let's you grin into his face.

You are in heaven, being fucked so good, the soft stimulation your clit receives completely amazing, the feeling of his tongue makes you want to build him a statue.

You are close, they both know it, sounds getting higher, being unable to keep still, Pedri doesn't try to stop you anymore.

Your orgasm is a true explosion, juices pushing the toy out from you, wetting Ferran's face entirely, Pedri too doesn't save himself from your juices.

He has yo push Ferran off you -the Valencian enjoying himself way too much, the wet patch on his trousers a proof of this, kissing your cheek as they help you down from your high.

"¿Te sirvió esta pequeña clase?" Pedri asks, the other nods. (did this small class help you?)

Of one thing Ferran is sure, he can't wait to try this all once again as he watches your flushed cheeks, his cock hard.