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hi Lizzy, sorry to bother you but can I request for a Henry X reader? My man lacks content about him :(( it can be about anything I don't mindd

⋆୨♡୧⋆ Henry Emily x fem!reader smut blurb

author note: thank u for this request love! don't know why but breeding kink + size kink is henry, also him having a dad bod is canon for me. also important: the way i imagine henry is by @kcokaine_ on twitter

tags: nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, size kink, softdom!henry, jealous!henry, but he tries to hide it, william is an asshole, public sex, breeding kink, missionary, established relationship, Henry’s dilf bc i said so

William has no shame, Henry realized that a long time ago. Especially when he found out that William was cheating on his wife. William doesn't have a shred of damn shame when he lets himself touch you. When he literally fucks you with his eyes. When he tries to give you fucking compliments. Henry rarely experiences such feelings of anger and jealousy. Henry hates himself for his gentle nature and for not being able to punch his friend right into his face. Especially when the pizzeria hall is full of children and their parents as they have no idea what a disgusting asshole William is.

Of course, Henry could have waited until he got home and made love to you there, fucking you so good that you'd have forgotten William's name. But there's always a but. Today Henry wants William to know that you don't need anyone's else's cock but his.

When Henry warned you that his hands were big enough, you just laughed and softly pushed him into his broad chest, that was a joke, right?

But you're not laughing when you feel how true his words turned out to be. Not just the hands, but in fact the whole Henry. His physique is far from athletic, this man isn’t so young anymore and doesn't really keeps his figure, but damn, these muscles that reminds so much of his youth, dad bod, wide shoulders and his damn tall height, you're nearly whining. Now you realise what he was talking about (or warning?), there's only one of his fingers inside you, but it feels like all three. You're wet, incredibly horny and dripping, but it doesn't make it any easier. Henry looks into your eyes, and then his gaze falls on your pussy taking his finger. He frowns, he doesn't want to take out his anger and jealousy on you at all, he just can't do this to you, he loves you too much, so he tries to do everything gently and slowly.

“Kiss me,” you whisper to him, your eyes filled with nothing but desire. Henry looks up at you and then crushes his lips on yours, as if he's been waiting for these words all his life. He kisses you softly and sensually, with all his love and affection he have for you, for his girl. Without taking his mouth off yours, he adds another finger and you pull away to make a loud moan, but Henry literally shuts you up with his palm.

“Remember you can't be loud, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he thrusts his large fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. “you can take it.” his low and dominant, but soft tone as he speaks quietly only arouses you more.

You desperately nod and he puts his hand off you, now holding one of your legs open to prevent you from closing them. All this time he stares into your eyes, watching your face and reaction. His thick digits stretch you open just good, making you shiver. Henry curls them slightly, rubbing against your soft spots until you moan, pressing yourself against his hand shamelessly. “Henryyy—” you whine, your pussy clenches around his finger, so fucking wet and responsive.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, pulling his finger out with a wet sound and rubs your swollen clit. You moan again, arching your hips towards him, begging for more contact. “need to taste you, princess.” he says raspingly, pressing his finger on your little bud.

He kisses the inside of your thigh softly, making his way slowly towards your core. You whimper as you feel his tongue on your clit, your legs twitch in pleasure. Henry holds you firmly as he eats you out, he's kissing and circling your sensitive bundle with his tongue. It feels too divine, too fucking good and you can't hold your loud noises, biting your own hand. “Ohh, please—” you cry out as he buries his face deeper into your needy pussy.

You're trembling as your hand grips the edge of the desk tightly, mouth open as you pant heavily, trying your best not to scream. He greedily laps at your slit, sliding his tongue all over your aching hole as it clenches around nothing, but Henry makes sure to fill it with his finger and it makes you see stars. He hums into your pussy, sucking on your clit and thrusting his finger in and out of you. You arch and shiver pathetically, your brows furrowed as your face confronted in pure bliss. Henry fingers you slowly, making sure to prepare and stretch you out perfectly for his cock. Every lick sends ripples of sensation throughout your core, he knows damn well how to make his girl feel good.

“Tha-that feels so good, anngh. . .” you bite your lower lip till nearly blood as Henry makes out with your pussy, so fucking messy, but he looks like he's too drunk to care about you trying to push his head away from overwhelming pleasure. “waittt!” you feel so close, especially when he finger fucks you so slow and gently while pleasuring you with his tongue. “'m gonna cum, Hen—. . . Fuck!” Henry groans, pulling away only for some seconds just to spit on your sloppy cunt before attacking it with kisses again. You taste too sweet.

“Cum on my face, sweetheart,” he murmurs, incoherent as he never really stops eating you out. “be my good girl.” for a moment he flashes you a small smile and you almost whine from how hot he looks, his chin cowered in your slick and hair messy. You smile weakly in return and when he thrusts his finger deeper adding to that sloppy lick on your clit, you feel your orgasm approach you. You moan and you don't give a fuck how loud that sounds, but in secret Henry is damn happy as you let that fucking William know how good your man makes you feel.

Your head spinning as you breathe heavily, chest rising up and down when Henry looks at you with drunk face expression. He stands up and takes your face into his hands, giving you more possessive than soft kiss now, letting you taste yourself. That's filthy, too much, Henry isn't like that in other people's eyes. Only for you.

He trails his kisses down your neck and finally reaches your breasts, he kisses both, touch them and fondle them and groans at how perfectly they look in his big hands. Henry sucks on your nipples, all this time fucking your dripping pussy with his fingers, never wanting to hurt you with his size, he knows you're a big girl and you'll take him, but he prefers to avoid any kind of pain. He tries to relax you to maximum. But what he doesn't know is that you're already too needy and hungry for him, wanting something more than just his fingers.

“My sweet girl.” he calls you while he holds you by the waist and slides his cock all over your hole, his head full of thoughts of these freak stares William gave you this evening. He's soft and sweet with you, reminding you of a fluffy teddy bear, but what happens inside his head and how blood boils in his veins from insane jealousy - that's what you don't see and Henry thinks it's for the best, he'll never show that side to you. “so wet for me, want to feel that cock stretching this tiny pussy?” he literally goes feral at the thought of his cock filling you.

“Please, Henry, i need you,” you look into his eyes and your pathetic sight does something to him. Henry gets himself comfortable between your legs, he caresses your cheek as he can't stop looking at how pretty his leaking tip looks rubbing on your clit. He knows he must be gentle and he tries his fucking best.

Henry starts sliding inside you, all this time holding your waist and watching your face for any signs of pain. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart, just like that.” your eyes widen at unexpected feeling, it's not like you two never had sex, but every time he's inside it feels like new. You think you'll never get used to his size. You look at his dick filling you and your pussy clenches down around him as he buries himself deep inside you. Closing your eyes, you try to accommodate to that thickness inside you but not when you feel his thumb making its way to your nub. Henry rubs his thumb in slow, circular motions on your swollen clit as he continues filling your tight cunt. You moan softly beneath him; reaching to lay your hand on his, which working on your clit, while letting out a contented sigh. You two fall into a slow rhythm, each thrust drawing you deeper into your passion.

“Auhh— your so deep inside of me,” you throw your head back, whimpering loudly as every inch of Henry stretches your soppy pussy. Henry thrusts a little bit harder and your breasts bounce slightly which seems like a sweet invitation to him. He presses his lips to your nipple and pulls it, and then licks and sucks, groaning how good you feel.

“This little pussy taking me so well, you're such a good girl, honey,” Henry mutters as he starts thrusting a bit faster.

You throw your leg around him, pulling him deeper into yourself as you cry out for more; wanting to feel every inch and vein of his cock. He hides his face in your chest as he groans at your warmness and wetness around him, your juices making the most beautiful wet sounds as your bodies slap against each other.

“You feel so—” you choke on your own moans as Henry pumps his thick cock faster, you feel him twitching and throbbing inside of you. “awhhh fuck!”

“Just like that, princess,” his lips finds yours in hot kiss again, your eyes flutter closed. “look at you, taking me so well, all pretty and full of my cock. That's where your meant to be, honey, under your man, ughhh, being fucked nice and good. This little pussy, ogghh fuck!” his voice breaks into a loud moan when your cunt tightens once again at his dirty words. “this little pussy belongs to me.”

Your lovely eyes filled with sweet tears of pleasure. “love you, i— awhh, i love you, daddy!” Henry is used to you calling him that when you fuck, although you rarely do because you're still shy. But what you don't know is what effect that word has on him. He's literally going insane, and thank god Henry knows how to control himself, otherwise your pussy would be absolutely ruined right now. Henry doesn't know what he found in that word. Apparently, it still awakens something in him. No, of course, he loves his daughter very much, the only one, he cherishes her. Whenever he sees how much you care about her, he gets some. . . obsessive thoughts. But it feels so fucking right; the idea of expanding your family, watching you blossom into a mother. Would he like to give Charlie a brother or a sister?

Would he like to make you a mom?

Henry gets so lost in his dreams and fantasies that he doesn't even notice his crazy pace and your hot tears streaming down your cheeks, you look so beautiful it drives him crazy. You wrap your hands around his neck and bring his face closer, kissing him again. Kissing him like it's the last time. You hold him close to you and when Henry pulls away to moan again because of how amazing you feel, you press your lips against his forehead and give him soft kisses, asking him to go harder on you. Henry doesn't listen to you, you don't know what you're asking for. If he'll go harder on you. . . Henry sighs, slowing his thrusts. You don't wanna know what'll happen.

Your tight soft walls grip his cock as he bullies your insides, his hand moves down again and he circles your clit nicely and gentle. You rock your hips back and forth faster, desperate to cum, to feel him finishing inside you. Because Henry always pulled out before. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tip reaches your cervix and you feel close, so fucking close especially with how he stimulates you using his fingers, rubbing and flicking your little clit. “dont p-pull out,” your tone nearly sounds like an order as you feel Henry ready to pull out. He freezes in place and looks at you, breathing heavily, confusion on his face. “want you to cum inside—” you barely finish your words as he plunges deep inside your pussy much rougher and harder than before, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

If he'll cum inside you, if he’ll get you pregnant, William will definitely notice it. He'll see that you're carrying Henry's baby under your heart. Henry thinks, what will be the reaction of everyone's beloved Mr. Afton? Anger, jealousy? Perhaps envy? William has such an envious nature. Henry's smiling, William has always been jealous of him. Henry have the best daughter in the world, the best girlfriend- almost a wife? Henry always takes the best.

“I'm close, sweetheart,” he tells you, his cock sinking deeper inside you and his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his thrusts messy, meanwhile you squirm and moan underneath him.

“Breed me— Ahhng, Henry, breed me!” you beg him and and that's the end for him, Henry fucking whimpers. His eyes squeezed shut, his body shaking and he can't control his loud groans as he spills deep inside of you. It feels too good to stop thrusting inside your cunt as he overstimulates both of you, you cumming on his cock while he fills you up, pumping you full of his cum. You grab on him when he pulls out a little. Watching his cum drip out of your little hole, he sighs and fucks it back in, not wanting any drop of him to ooze out of you.

“You're such a good girl, princess. . .” he whispers, kissing your nipples and holding you in his big hands. If Henry was a dirty pervert like William, he'd send you to William right now so he could fucking see his best friend's cum trickling down the inner side of your thighs. But Henry isn't like William and there's no way he'd do that to you. Probably only in his dirtiest and darkest fantasies.

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unwanted-animal · 4 months

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Fate Makes Fools - A FirstPrince Soulmate/Omegaverse AU

Tags: Canon Divergence, AU, Soulmates, Omegaverse, Fluff, Smut, FirstPrince, RWRB Movie, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjobs, oral sex, knotting, throat knotting, knotting, breeding, vaginal sex. Henry Fpx Has a Breeding Kink, Now Alex Claremont-diaz Does Too, Lingerie

Chapter Two: Becoming (3912 words)

Moving from the rewrite here, I still hope I captured the sweetness and softness of their first time - Because the next time is going to be debauched as all hell ✌️✌️

You looked incredible in your interview tonight.

You were watching?

Of course. I miss you.

I miss you too, Henry.

There’s this charity polo match in Windsor next month that my mate Percy’s foundation organizes. I was wondering if you might want to be my guest?

Oh, uh.

I don’t know how to play polo.

Damn.

Well, I suppose that will be alright, seeing as you won’t be playing.

I will.

You’ll be watching on the sidelines.

Great! That’s probably safer for everyone.

Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the uniform.

Or taking you out of it.

Alex grinned. He closed his laptop and made his way over to the bed. Dropping down onto his back, he considered how to answer. Flirting wasn’t new to him. The bond between Henry and him even made it a little easier - it gave him instincts, feelings on what Henry might enjoy. At the same time, however, an anxious little ache in his mind worried he’d push Henry away, or scare him off if he came on too strong.

Dost thy Royal Highness attempt to sext?

You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.

Hey, I like that you take charge. I’m not complaining. Just teasing a little.

You do love to tease me.

What are you wearing right now? It’s gotta be late there, right? You’re like five hours ahead of me.

A dressing gown and little else, other than my panties.

Are they anything like the pair you left with me?

Unfortunately not. These are plain. For comfort.

You’re bad at this, you know that?

I’m trying. I promise.

Okay. Let’s try something else. What would you do if I crawled into bed with you right now?

Fill my mouth with your throbbing cock again. I enjoyed feeling full of you.

“Okay, I can work with this,” Alex muttered to himself. He licked his lips and began to type.

You’re so eager. I like that too. Did you like it when I pulled your hair?

I adored it. I wish you would have fucked my throat though. Used me properly.

Do you like being used?

I like the idea of being used by you.

I’ll remember that for Windsor.

My turn to ask a question.

Shoot.

If you could do anything to me, what would it be?

I’d wrap your thighs around my head and eat your ass.

Really? Why?

It’s perfect, and firm, and I bet it’s soft too. I think I could make you squirm. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m good with my mouth.

Oh I’ve noticed. Most people I’ve been with couldn’t find my clit if I planted a flag on it. Your experience is very much my luck.

Some time, I want to taste you without your hormones. Just Henry. I would love that.

I want to test something. Tell me if you feel anything, okay?

Yes, Alex. I will.

Alex raised his arm and stared at the purple words that glowed against his skin. He leaned in and dragged his tongue over them, letting out a soft moan. A few moments later his phone chimed.

I felt something wet and soft on my mark. What did you do?

I licked it. Holy shit, Henry. We could do so much with this.

Why do I have the feeling you’re going to make my life hell until the polo match?

Because I am, baby.

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The revelation that they could feel through their marks only made waiting harder. Henry would be in a meeting, or at the hospital visiting, or doing some dull ribbon-cutting, and he’d feel heated skin slide against his arm. Or the curve of a knot. Or a hot spatter of cum. Sometimes Alex would kiss it and Henry would melt, lost in the gentle touch of his lips.

But he gave as good as he got.

Vibrations ran along Alex’s arm as he sat in class. The teasing flick of a tongue danced up his skin. Now and then he felt the caress of satin or cotton as Henry dragged pairs of panties over his mark. His slick was the hardest to deal with. Alex swore he could smell it, the lingering memories of the dinner party making his head swim. He always found a way to excuse himself, heading for the nearest bathroom or private area to ease the desire threatening to swallow him. A quick jack off always helped. It made Alex feel the perfect amount of filthy. The sex talk with his parents didn’t exactly cover the possibilities of soulmate connections - likely because it was too much for a teenager to handle.

But he was an adult now, and fuck , it was the best discovery of his life.

The day of the polo match, Alex behaved himself until Henry was finished playing. It was hard not to stare. He looked gorgeous in his uniform. Red really suited him, far more than the monochrome suits and tuxedos he wore to other events. After leaving the field, Henry invited him to the tack shed under the guise of showing off the equipment. He followed, eager to get his hands on him. Before he could, though, Henry shoved him against the wall and kissed him. Alex groaned and kissed him back, losing himself in the warmth of his mouth. He wrapped him in his arms, pulling Henry’s body against his. Breathless, he chased Henry’s lips and walked him back toward the table. As soon as they reached it he helped Henry hop onto its surface. Their lips were never apart for more than a second, both starved for the taste of the other. After all the teasing and the texts, they needed contact - even if they had precious little time to do much.

Alex undid Henry’s pants and yanked them down his hips, bringing his panties with them. He dropped to his knees and Henry grabbed his dark curls, gripping him tight as he swung his thighs over Alex’s shoulders. With no ceremony whatsoever Alex buried his face between his cheeks. Henry gasped as his tongue slid over his muscle, squeezing his thighs against Alex’s head. He tilted his hips forward to give Alex better access, head falling back in pleasure. Henry fucked himself on Alex’s face, letting out breathless noises as he worked his tongue inside him. Alex loved the way he tasted; clean and coppery, with the faintest salt of his sweat from riding in the heat. He loosed a needy growl, sucking at his hole while his tongue curled inside him.

“Mmn! Alex!”

Hearing him come undone was exhilarating, and Alex loved it. He focused on Henry’s pleasure, ignoring the heat that pooled in his stomach. He nuzzled against his cheek, breath hot against Henry’s skin. Alex ate his perfect ass until his jaw and tongue began to ache.

Henry tried to warn him, but he couldn’t speak fast enough. He came, squirting slick onto Alex’s hair and face as his thighs clenched against him. Alex kept eating him through his orgasm, until he was a wet, trembling mess begging him to stop.

“We’ll get caught ,” Henry panted, pushing Alex away. “Come on! Let me get dressed!”

Alex grinned and bit his thigh as he finally pulled back.

“Yes, your Royal Highness. I suppose I can let you rest…”

As they left the tack room, walking beside one another, Henry glanced over at Alex.

“Are you hungry?”

Alex smirked and continued walking.

“I could eat,” he teased.

Henry grinned and matched his pace. Alex was incorrigible - and he adored him.

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Come to Paris with me.

Paris? What’s the occasion?

A vacation, of sorts. I saw you had no upcoming appearances, and I have a free week…

You know my schedule now?

Amy informed me. I asked very nicely.

I’m sure you did.

Yes, I’ll come to Paris with you.

It wasn’t a request.

But good.

Oh? Was it an order , your royal highness?

Of course it was. Your mum may outrank mine, but I outrank you .

You pulling rank is pretty hot.

I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Alex. Wear something without too many buttons.

Alex received an email from Henry with the hotel information, cc’d to Shaan and Amy so they could organize defenses. He chuckled and replied to the whole chain with a kissy face and an eggplant emoji. They already knew about his and Henry’s fling, after all - he could have some fun teasing them.

Fling . It didn’t feel right to call it that. For soulmates bonding was all part of the process, but he felt pulled toward Henry with a constant, consistent force. He occupied Alex’s thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies. Every day apart from him was torture. They stole time where they could, but nothing as long as the week Henry had suggested. It would be their first time together without having to rush since the dinner. No prying eyes, no cameras, just privacy. Time to explore their connection.

Time to explore each other .

He wasted no time in packing his luggage and getting on a flight, eagerly awaiting meeting up with Henry.

Paris glittered like a jewel before him. Alex stared out the window with a drink in his hand, admiring the view. Their room was situated so the Eiffel Tower dominated the landscape, bright and golden against the dark sky. It was beautiful. Breathtaking. A sight he knew he’d never get used to.

The door opened and closed quietly behind him. Henry, joining him at last. He could smell his cologne from across the room. His cologne, and something else. Henry smelled different . The usual hormones that dulled his scent and allowed him to pass as a Beta seemed less present. Before he could turn toward him, Henry was at his back, sliding a hand between his shoulder blades.

“I think we should make love tonight,” Henry said gently, resting his chin on Alex’s shoulder.

“… Oh,” Alex replied, brows raised. “I, I mean. Yeah.” Fuck, he sounded like an idiot.

“I’m down.”

He chuckled softly, nerves getting the better of him. He wanted this, he wanted Henry , that was the whole point of their vacation. Still, it was uncharted territory for him. Would being soulmates make the sex different? Why did Henry smell different?

Alex wasn’t a virgin. He slept around, everyone knew that. He always kept things casual, though, and this… What he shared with Henry ran far deeper than a casual tryst. He found himself anxious - and babbling.

“I mean, who says ‘make love’ anymore? Are we gonna, like, listen to Lana Del Rey when we do it?”

“Alright, alright,” Henry laughed, letting him get it out of his system. He kissed Alex, cutting off the free-flowing thoughts with a show of tenderness.

“Mmn, it’s just - this is different,” Alex said the moment their lips parted. “You’re different . If we do this… If we make love, you may never get rid of me.”

“… Maybe I don’t want to be rid of you.”

Henry took his hand, meeting his gaze. They stood there in silence, just looking at one another, letting their breaths fall into sync.

“You smell different.”

“I’m not taking my hormones,” Henry replied, a small smirk spreading across his lips. “Surprise. In a few days’ time, I’ll have my first full heat in, oh, over a decade? And you, darling, can do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groaned. He dropped his head onto Henry’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m so not playing this cool right now. That sounds incredible, Henry, holy shit.”

Henry rubbed his shoulders, still grinning.

“I thought you might enjoy that. And that isn’t the only treat I’ve prepared for you.”

Alex turned his head into Henry’s neck to speak.

“It’s not?”

“Of course not. If I’m to win you over, I need to put in an effort, don’t I?”

“What about me?”

“I’ve been yours for years already. You should have noticed.”

“When did you start to…”

“Fancy you?” Henry asked. “Melbourne Climate Conference. First night party.”

“Really? I thought you hated me.”

“I hated how good you looked.”

Alex raised his head and smiled.

“Wow. You had a lot going on that night.”

“Shut up and unwrap your present,” Henry teased, pushing him away. He took several steps back and waited for Alex to approach.

“Start with my jacket.”

Piece by piece, button by button, Alex stripped Henry of his layers. His broad hands slid along his skin at every opportunity. He laughed and kissed Henry, pulling him close by the waist.

“How much do I need to unwrap?”

“All of it. Every piece, until… You’ll know where to stop,” Henry answered.

Alex draped his jacket and shirt over the nearby chair and knelt down to undo his fly. He unbuttoned his pants and drew the zipper down, sliding the fabric down his thighs.

A surprised little grunt slipped from his throat at the sight that greeted him.

Henry wore a harness of pearls that glimmered when he shifted. Connected to soft leather straps that hugged his hips, one strand ran between his lips and cheeks. Two other strands hung stylishly over his thighs. Alex growled and peered up at him, dark eyes blown black with lust.

“What is this?” He whispered.

“Your present, darling,” Henry purred in response. “Hand-made by the finest and most discreet jeweler in London, with the assistance of a hobbyist leatherworker I know. Do you like it?”

Alex took hold of one of the pearls and pulled , watching it rub against Henry’s clit. Henry grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back.

“Did I give you permission to touch me yet?”

He licked his lips and stared up at Henry.

“Do I need your permission? You said it was my treat.”

“Of course you do. Ask me nicely.”

“May I please touch you, your royal highness?”

Henry pretended to consider his request, scrunching up his nose.

“Well… alright, darling. You may touch.”

He still gripped Alex’s hair, keeping him from using his wicked tongue on him - at least at that moment. Alex took hold of the pearls once more and pulled them up between his lips, rubbing the beads against his nerves again. They were already slick, Henry’s body wetter than usual without the hormones to hold it back. He was more sensitive, too, from the way his thighs trembled. He tilted his hips, rocking with the strands, rutting his pussy against them as Alex watched. The muscles in his stomach tensed and flexed as he moved, shadows catching the curves and giving them a deeper cast. His lips were parted as he stared down at Alex, plump and inviting. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful, not in his entire life.

“You are… incredible,” Alex breathed. “I want to taste you next. Please, Henry?”

“Mmn, not yet. You can, you can taste me after you fill me,” Henry chuckled, his cheeks flushed. “When the pearls are an absolute mess. I expect you to suck every single bead clean.”

“Oh, of course, sir,” Alex replied, grinning up at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

“Now, I want you naked too. We can leave these on, but I want to savor this. Promise me you’ll go slow?”

“Of course,” Alex assured him. “Yeah. Yeah, I can go slow.”

He pressed a lingering kiss to Henry’s pelvis before standing. As Henry watched, dressed in only his pearls, he stripped his clothes and tossed them on the growing pile on the chair. Bare before him, he closed the distance between them. Henry reached out and guided his soft fingers along Alex’s strong arm, tracing the prominent veins that snaked beneath his skin. His eyes trailed along Alex’s body, and Alex couldn’t help the shiver that jolted down his spine. It was as if he was pinned in place, a specimen for Henry to inspect and study. The thought thrilled him to his very core. He looked at Henry through his long, thick lashes, smiling. Henry smiled back, his own eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

Their gazes lingered for a moment before they couldn’t stand being apart any longer. Alex kissed him, guiding him back toward the bed. They fell onto the mattress laughing. He slid over Henry, his body hot and heavy. Henry’s smile shone up at him, his eyes glimmering. They kissed again, slow and deep and hungry . Neither was a blushing virgin, but this was a step they could not come back from. A soulmate’s bond was stronger than that of an Alpha and their mate. Would things change between them? Would the world see them differently?

As they savored the lips of one another, Alex reached down and slipped the string of pearls to the side. Henry placed a hand on the small of his back and pushed , urging him forward. Henry’s control made Alex weak. He didn’t hesitate. Shifting his hips, Alex guided his aching cock to Henry’s cunt. He slipped inside slowly. Henry exhaled as his body adjusted to the size of Alex, stretched and swallowing him inch by inch. Alex let out a soft gasp as he buried his cock in him. He took him well, easier than expected, right to the very hilt. A small bulge on his pelvis hinted at just how full Henry really was.

“Fuck…” Alex purred. “You… Mmn.”

“I what?”

“You feel exquisite . Like you were made for me.”

“… I was,” Henry whispered. “I’ve been yours since the day I was born.”

It was true; fate decided for them long ago that they were perfect together.

“Tell me when to move, baby.”

Baby . Henry’s heart raced at the simple term.

“Now. Make love to me, Alex. Make me yours.”

Alex slid a hand up Henry’s thigh, pushing them forward and hooking them over his hips. He rolled his body, muscles taut and controlled as he drew back and filled Henry again. Steady. Slow. Nuzzling their noses together, Alex’s lips parted in pleasure as the wet heat of Henry’s pussy enveloped his length. Henry moaned and rocked with him, squeezing his hips tight with his thighs. Their breathing synced. Their hearts beat in the same rhythm. Ecstasy flowed between them; they could feel the other’s pleasure as easily as breathing. The sensation was nearly overwhelming. Sweat rolled down their skin. Alex fucked him slow and deep, gazing into Henry’s eyes. It felt right. They felt right. Their bodies and souls were becoming one, melting together with a blur. Every moment of their lives led them there, to fingers laced with each other, to the hushed breaths shared between them. Gasping, Henry placed a hand over his pelvis. Each thrust raised the bulge, and when he pressed against it his vision went white. His head swam, a strangled sob of pleasure slipping from his throat.

“Baby?” Alex asked, slowing his hips. “You okay?”

“Don’t. Don’t stop,” Henry managed to mumble. “Alex. Love. I need you to keep going.”

Alex claimed his mouth once more, nipping at his lips as he fucked him gently. Their bodies came together again and again, trembling as they released months of pent-up lust. Alex’s long lashes caressed Henry’s cheek as he dropped his head. His gaze was too intense, too open - Alex could get lost in Henry’s eyes and damn the world around them. Henry smiled and kissed his temple. Alex’s key dangled between them, swaying with the rhythm of their bodies. Light flashed off its surface, glimmering between them like a beacon. It was all too much, too perfect. Alex wouldn’t be able to hold back for too much longer. His hips stuttered in their rhythm as heat built in his gut.

“Henry…”

Henry could sense Alex’s orgasm approaching. He carded his fingers through Alex’s dark hair, keeping his head close. With one careful adjustment he turned Alex’s head so his voice could reach his ear.

“ Breed me, love,” he whispered. “Breed your mate like a good Alpha should.”

“F-Fuck,” Alex gasped. “Fuck, baby -“

Those words pushed him over the edge. He forced his cock into the hilt as his knot swelled, spilling thick seed inside of Henry’s cunt. He kept pumping, urged by some dark biological need, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Henry clenched and pulsed around him as he came, his slick blocked by the swollen knot stretched inside him. Alex peppered his face with gentle kisses, smiling at him as if he were the sun itself. Henry was perfect, a mixture of demure and demanding that drove Alex wild.

And he was his. All his.

They lay together beneath the sheets, limbs tangled, bodies pressed close together. Henry ran his fingers along Alex’s skin, tracing from freckle to freckle with lazy caresses.

“Do you feel any different?” he asked.

“Mmn. I feel… whole,” Alex replied. “Complete in a way I’ve never felt before.”

“I do as well. There’s a warmth in my heart that radiates outward, filling me with light, that I never experienced before I met you.”

“Like you said, baby - we were made for each other,” he chuckled, nuzzling Henry. “This is right. There’s no one for me who could compare to you.”

“… Promise?”

Alex cocked his head.

“Yeah. Henry, I promise. I want to be with you. ”

“We may not be able to live together. You have your duties, I have mine… it will be difficult at times.”

“Anything worth having is.”

Henry smiled at Alex, and Alex pressed chaste kisses to the freckles framing his lips.

“How long until your heat? You said a couple of days?”

Smirking, Henry grabbed a pillow and smacked it against Alex’s arm.

“You are a horndog ,” he laughed.

“Hey, you knew that coming into this,” Alex teased, trying to grab it away from him. “I’ve been very open about wanting to fuck you.”

“You just did!”

“No, baby. That wasn’t fucking. You’ll get to enjoy that when your heat starts.”

“Oh, is there a difference with you?”

Alex pulled Henry on top of him, still grinning.

“You wanna know?”

“The anticipation is killing me, yes.”

“C’mere. Lean your ear in close.”

Henry did just that, turning his head so he could hear Alex better.

“Making love is slow, and soft, and tender,” Alex whispered. “When I fuck you, dear Henry, you won’t be able to walk afterwards. Your pussy will ache, these sheets will be ruined, and you will beg me to do it again.”

Henry shivered and buried his face in Alex’s chest.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“I won’t beg,” came the muffled reply. “Princes don’t beg . Besides,” Henry added, raising his head again. “I don’t think you can do it.”

“What, fuck you?”

“Mhm. You’re just going to have to prove it. Now. My darling. I believe you have a mess to clean up?”

Alex licked his lips.

“I do. You’re absolutely right. Come here, baby. Why don’t you sit on my face and I’ll get to work?”

Henry scooted onto his knees and moved forward, slowly lowering himself over Alex’s head. He straddled his face and rolled his hips, teasing Alex for a few moments before finally pressing all the way down.

“Mmn… this is the only throne I need,” he said with a smirk. “Get to work. I want the pearls to shine when you’re done.”

Alex began to lick them - and Henry - clean, half-hard and eager to coax those sweet little sounds from his prince.

#rwrb #firstprince #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue #rwrbedit #jwrites #jgifs

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tortellini-bandit · 5 months

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- As You Wish

Word count: 2.0k~

Description: Post canon fluff and smut. Degradation, feminization, breeding kink

Edited by: @morbific-or-felicific

The first thing Henry notices when he walks through the door of the brownstone is scent of cooking pozole. The second thing he notices is David trotting lazily over to him from the kitchen with a pleased look on his face that can only mean Alex has been sneaking him food. Henry fails to suppress a fond smile.

“Hello, love,” he calls, scratching absentmindedly behind David’s ears, staring at his fiancé’s ass as Alex stands at the stove, seasoning his stew and swaying his hips to the music playing softly from their kitchen speaker, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants slung low over his hips and an apron tied around his waist. His glasses are perched on his nose.

Alex turns when he hears Henry, and his face lights up. “Hi, sweetheart. How were the kids at the shelter today?”

“They’re doing well.” Henry straightens, moving to stand in front of Alex, looping his arms around his neck. “They were asking when the next time you’re coming to visit is.” He leans down to press a gentle kiss to Alex’s lips, and he can feel Alex’s grin against his mouth.

“It must be so disappointing to know that the children at the shelter you run love me more than you.”

Henry rolls his eyes, lacing his fingers together with Alex’s and brings their hands up to his lips, brushing his lips gently over the ring on Alex’s finger. The ring that used to belong to Henry’s father.

Alex turns back to his pozole, adding a small splash of vinegar and the hominy. Henry’s hands find their way to Alex’s waist, and his lips find their way to Alex’s neck, sucking an absentminded bruise as Alex mixes in the new ingredients. Henry gasps when Alex starts grinding back against his clothed cock to the rhythm of the music, instinctively tightening his grip on his hips, pulling him closer. Alex tilts his head, and he pulls Henry into an open-mouthed kiss with one hand tangled in Henry’s hair. Henry reaches around Alex’s front, beneath the apron, and palms his slowly hardening dick over his sweatpants.

Alex’s tongue fucks into his mouth, and his hand tightens in Henry’s hair. Henry grinds forward against Alex’s ass, searching for friction.

“I need you to fuck me, darling,” Henry breathes against his fiancé’s mouth.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you? Fill you up with my cock, princess?”

“Yes.”

Alex turns the stove down to a low simmer and puts the lid on, untying his apron and setting it on the counter before grabbing Henry’s hand and leading him up the stairs into their bedroom. Alex leans against the doorframe, eyes raking lazily up and down Henry’s body.

“Strip for me, sweetheart.” Henry hurries to comply, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it somewhere on the floor before unbuttoning and stepping out of his trousers, tossing them aside as well.

Alex retrieves the lube from their nightstand, taking his glasses off and setting them aside, and drops to his knees in front of Henry. He mouths at the embarrassingly large dark patch on the front of Henry’s pale blue boxers, and Henry’s eyes roll back in his head, his fingers winding their way into Alex’s curls. Alex sucks teasingly on the head through the fabric before hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, exposing Henry’s hard cock, dripping precum.

“God, you’re so wet for me. Such a desperate little cockslut.” Alex swipes his thumb across the tip of Henry’s leaking cock, gathering some of the precum, presses his thumb to Henry’s open, eager mouth. “Suck.”

Henry wraps his lips around Alex’s thumb, sucking gently, tasting himself. He lets out a loud moan, uncaring that he sounds like a desperate whore. “Fuck me, Alex, Christ. I need your cock,” he whines around Alex’s finger.

“Fuck, H, look at you. Getting off on tasting yourself.” Alex bites roughly on Henry’s inner thigh. “What would your people think if they saw you now, hmm? Perfect Prince Charming whining like a bitch in heat, begging for me to fuck his needy cunt.” An intense shudder runs down Henry’s spine, and he cants his hips upwards, searching for a friction that’s not there.

“Yes. I need you. Fuck my pussy, please.”

“Sit.” Alex pushes him none too gently backwards, and he half falls, half sits on the edge of the bed. Alex takes the head of Henry’s cock into his mouth, sucking lightly, teasing. Henry whines, tangling his fingers in the sheets, trying to thrust up into Alex’s mouth, but Alex’s hands on his hips keep him in place. Alex pulls off, licking a gentle stripe from base to tip, circling his tongue back around the head, catching the precum that’s steadily leaking.

Alex uncaps the lube, pouring a small amount onto his hand, and pulls Henry forward on the bed, his first finger circling Henry’s rim; Henry gasps. Alex presses his finger in, building a slow rhythm.

“I can’t wait to fuck your tight little cunt. God, you feel so good.”

Henry whines, fucking himself back onto Alex’s hand, attempting to get Alex to speed up. In retaliation, Alex takes the head of Henry’s cock back into his mouth, sucking harshly, scraping with the barest hint of teeth; Henry lets out a pained whimper.

Alex adds another finger, moving faster, and Henry moans.

“Yeah? You like this? Like when I fuck your pretty little pussy?”

“Ngh. Yes, please, fuck.”

“You’re such a fucking slut for it, aren’t you? Begging for my cock.” Alex crooks his fingers and Henry writhes.

“Yes, fuck me, please. I need your cock.”

“Can’t even go five seconds without something filling your needy hole, can you? God, you’re such a fucking whore.” Alex half stands, pulling his fingers out, and tosses Henry farther up the bed like Henry doesn’t have four inches on him; Henry yelps at the sudden movement. Alex crawls onto the bed after him, pushes his legs up to his chest so Henry is folded nearly in half.

“Where would you be right now if I wasn’t here to fuck you full of my cum, huh? Probably out on the streets, offering it up to anyone who will take it.” Alex pushes two fingers back in, immediately hitting that spot inside him that punches all the air out of his lungs for a moment.

“No.” Henry shakes his head vigorously. “Only you. I only, ngh, want you.”

“Is that so? Have I ruined you for everyone else? No one else can fuck your perfect little cunt like I can?”

“Yes. Only you. Don’t, hngh, don’t ever want anyone else.”

“Good.” Alex bites down on Henry’s collarbone hard enough to draw blood, and Henry cries out, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes.

Alex adds another finger, fucking into him roughly, and Henry gasps from the stinging pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure, torn between trying to lean into Alex’s touch and trying to pull away from it. Alex’s tongue is warm against his cheek as he licks away a tear as it falls. Alex slots his lips against Henry’s, and Henry tastes salt as Alex feeds him his own tears on his tongue.

Eventually Alex pulls his fingers away, and Henry whimpers at the loss, trying to chase after him.

“Jesus, you’re such a fucking whore. Can’t even stand to be empty long enough for me to get my cock out to fuck you.” Alex’s presses his thumb cruelly against the bite mark on Henry’s collarbone, and Henry cries out at the sudden, sharp pain. “Maybe we should get you a nice little toy that you can wear all day, keep you nice and full all the time.”

Henry keens.

“Or maybe,” Alex pushes his sweatpants down his thighs, tossing them somewhere at the foot of the bed, and fists his hard cock, “Maybe I should just jerk off.” He starts stroking his cock leisurely, almost like he’s bored. “Come all over your tits, and leave you here, desperate and empty and begging for my cock.”

“No,” Henry wails. “Please, I need you. Fuck me, use me, please.”

Alex smirks, pouring a little more lube onto his hand, slicking his cock. “Okay, princess. As you wish.” Alex thrusts all the way in at once and doesn’t pause to give Henry a moment to adjust, holding him by the hips and fucking roughly into him.

Henry tries to move, to meet Alex halfway, but Alex is holding him firmly in place, fucking into him like he’s some sort of sex doll. Henry moans, tossing his head back and most likely drooling onto their pillows.

“Do you think I’m going to, fuck, knock you up like this? Fuck you so good you get pregnant?” Alex fucks him harder, pressing his hand to Henry’s stomach where Henry swears he can feel him. “Then everyone will know that you’re *mine.” Alex bites down harshly on his shoulder, and Henry lets out a strangled cry, arching off the bed.

“Yes! Fill me with your cum, fuck me until I’m pregnant.” Henry tangles his hands in Alex’s dark curls, pulling him down until their lips meet in a bruising kiss, licking into Alex’s mouth. Alex nips at his lower lip, soothing over it with his tongue. Henry gets lost in the slide is his tongue against Alex’s, and the rough drag of Alex’s cock inside him.

Alex changes his angle, fucking into him harder, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. Henry whimpers into Alex’s mouth, raking his blunt nails down Alex’s back so hard there will probably be marks tomorrow. He can’t find it in himself to care.

Alex’s grip on his hips is harsh, and his pace is unrelenting. “Henry, fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Come. Get me, ngh, pregnant.” Henry thrashes at the relentless pressure against his prostate, eyelashes wet.

“Open your mouth for me, princess.”

Henry parts his lips, staring up at Alex with wide eyes, and Alex leans over him and spits into his mouth. Henry’s back arches off the mattress and he comes, untouched, with a surprised half laugh, half sob, spasming around Alex’s cock, painting his and Alex’s stomachs with his cum.

Alex follows a few seconds later, his forehead pressed to Henry’s shoulder, panting and rocking gently into him through the aftershocks. Eventually, he slows to a stop.

They stay like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, and Henry tugs Alex down and into a long, slow, gentle kiss. Alex is the first to pull away, resting his forehead against Henry’s.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Alex’s eyes are filled with such genuine love and concern, like he’s worried he went too far, and Henry smiles softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Alex’s face.

“So good, love. I feel so good.”

Alex grins at him, wide and unashamed. “As much as I’d love to stay here forever, I need to take the pozole off the stove, and we need to have a shower.”

Henry hisses when Alex pulls out, and Alex presses and apologetic kiss to his temple before getting up to retrieve a warm, damp washcloth from the bathroom to wipe the cum and sweat from their stomachs. Alex pulls his sweatpants back on and bounds down the stairs, presumably to turn the stove off.

When Alex reappears in the doorway a few minutes later, Henry is still laying on the bed, stretching his sore limbs.

Alex takes his hand and gently guides him to their bathroom and turns the shower on. When the water reaches the right temperature, they step in together, and Henry stands with his chest to Alex’s back, massaging shampoo into his hair. When he’s finished, Alex turns in his arms and returns the favour. They stand under the spray for a few minutes, alternating between rubbing body wash on each other and making out lazily until Alex gets hungry enough to rinse the lasts of the suds away and turn the shower off.

They sit on the couch together with bowls of pozole, Henry’s with significantly less chiles than Alex’s, Alex’s feet in Henry’s lap, and Bake Off playing softly in the background. David is curled up on the couch between them, and Alex is gesticulating wildly, almost knocking his bowl over, and talking about how Chopped really has its merits and Henry should really give it another try, and Henry cannot wait to marry this man.

#red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue fanfiction #firstprince #firstprince fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry x alex #rwrb fic #rwrb #full fic

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 9 months

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Honey in My Ears, Spice in My Mouth

by StarsHideYourFires

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, minor Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler - Relationship Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, Mike Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Erica Sinclair, Wayne Munson, Sam Owens (Stranger Things), Chrissy Cunningham, Henry Creel | One | Vecna Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Alpha Nancy Wheeler, Omega Jonathan Byers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Intersex Omegas, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Angst, Billy Hargrove is His Own Warning, Canon-Typical Violence, Jim Hopper/Joyce Byers, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Steve Harrington Has a Breeding Kink, Nipple Play, Caretaking, Panty Kink, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mating Bites, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Words: 202,258 Chapters: 36/36

Summary

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks again, words drawn out to make sure Steve understands his question, but not like he’s stupid. Gentle understanding suffuses each word. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” “Not what I asked.” Eddie steps closer, and Steve turns again, putting his back to the door. They stand next to each other, arms just inches from touching, and Steve exhales harshly. On his next inhale he catches the scent of leather and roses, covered over with cheap soap and cigarette smoke. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Eddie asks. “Not really…” Talking about it is the last thing Steve wants, but he also wants to keep standing in Eddie’s space and sharing his air. -- Being an omega changes the entire trajectory of what the Harrington’s expect for their son, Steve. Then interdimensional monsters change the trajectory of Steve’s own expectations, thrusting him into a confusing world of caring friends, pack pups, and government coverups. And a chance encounter at a party following the world’s most embarrassing drunken fight, puts him on an entirely new path towards an alpha he never would have seen otherwise.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #multi-chaptered #part of a series #200k+#au omegaverse #omega steve #alpha eddie #fix it #angst with a happy ending #smut

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firstprince-ao3feed · 6 months

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and i'll lay right down in my favorite place

and i'll lay right down in my favorite place https://ift.tt/YwBEg18 by mangotarts “Speaking of your boyfriend, all you mentioned was that Alex was watching some show then made some off-hand comment but it wasn’t so off-hand if it’s what landed us here, was it?” Henry clears his throat. “Um, yes, that’s right. He’s been obsessed with this one television series that’s set in seventeenth-century England. I watched a few episodes with him the other night and I will admit, the plot is rather captivating.” Henry glances at Bea and sees that he has all of her attention. He continues, nerves starting to settle into his body when he recalls what Alex said. “We were both immersed in an episode when he suddenly blurted out how good I’d look in the attire of that era.” in which henry takes alex's supposed off-hand comment into consideration and alex is. well, alex is unprepared for the repercussions of his words. Words: 3906, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Nora Holleran, June Claremont-Diaz Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Bottom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Top Alex Claremont-Diaz, Blow Jobs, Anal Plug, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Riding, Barebacking, slight Breeding Kink, who said that, henry's pearl earring is a side character via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/L5qRDBV November 24, 2023 at 05:07AM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #mangotarts

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mary-johnlocked · 8 months

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Unspoken needs

18+

pairing : Phil burbank X Branco Henry

trope: Explicit Smut , Cowboy on Cowboy Sex , Porn with Feelings , Alternative ending , Charachterization , Age Gap , Older man/younger man , Flashbacks , Handjobs , Blowjobs , praise kink , Daddy kink , Phil is a soft!dom ;)

summary : Phil was waiting for Peter to meet him at the ranch , and he got lost in his memories of Branco while gazing at the mountains , at the barking dog .

N.B : In this chapter i had imagined what Branco Henry was like and some scenarios with Phil and their developping relationship , and the way he influenced Phil and impacted his charachter , its based solely on my personal impression that i had on him from the movie not from the book , so its not canon

Chapter ( 2/ ? ) : Memories tethered and buried

*OUTSIDE*

Silence has settled in and the few scattering sunrays of the twilight gradually declined to fade into darkness as darkness took place in the farm , the only light being the soft glow of the moonlight and the twinkling stars , the wind rustles the leaves on the ground stirring up the dirt and the sands to hurl around and twirl across the land , whirling its way with a couple of prickly tumbleweeds , their restless rumbling breaking slightly through the deafening desertic silence of the night in Montana , along with the cacophony of cricket's chirps which only emphasized the heavy silence , only broke by the occasional grunting of the cows confined within the rusty fence of the corral , the peaceful calming atmosphere sits as stark opposite to the wild boistorous landscapes of the high rocky mountains stretched in the horizon occupiying all the perepheral vision and making a breathtaking frame to see through the wooden gates from inside the ranch

which is perfectly positioned in a dominating middle ground that provides a nice framed view on the mountains from the front gates and an observing point on the farming and horse work from the back doors

"no wonder why Phil spends most of his time here ", Peter thought to himself while heading to the ranch to meet Phil and stopped at the front door steps taking in the nature and his surroundings while heading to the place of their appointement , or more exactly their date

the boy being a sensitive artist in the heart with a pragmatic mind couldnt help but psychanalyze Phil and note the tortured oppressd beauty of his being and his ,,,, tragedy

Phil would stand up straight with his shoulders back within the wooden confine , having a dominant look on every farmer or horseman , making his authoritarian presance floating on everyone's shoulders and omnipresent , like a tyrannical phantom while all the same he could get lost to no one's knowledge in the beauty of the wild ,

observe through the frame that forms the large gates of the ranch , the rocky high mountains with sweeping meadows spread upon it and forested slopes stretching to the foothills ,

while his mind drifts to the memory of him and Brenco hiking up those mountains , and , the memory of his first love , and first time , discovering his true feelings and nature with Brenco

which was exactly what he was doing after he bathed himself ,which his brother found bizzar since he never does it at home but the situation obliged , and went there waiting for Peter to come ,

his mind flickered with the memories of Brenco while gazing at the mountains , in the sun set ,and his loyal barking dog,,,,, still a couple of hours left before Peter would come , he lost himself in memories that marked him,,,,,

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After months of training him to mount a stubborn mare and tame it Branco was teaching him to move a herd of cattles and eventually cutting the little calfs from their fathers so they wont breed them, he was watching him on his velvety black magestic Mustang from afar , while Phil was struggling to seperate the little calf from the herd

_" COME ON PHIL! " he yelled at him , getting impatient

_" DONT LET THE CALF JOIN THE HERD SORT HIM OFF INTO THAT SMALLER PEN "

Phil was trying his best to direct the calf but it keeps running in every direction and around the parents stubbornly ,

Branco sighed in defeat eventually gave up

_"OKAY NOW JUST HURDLE THEM TOGETHER AND STEER THEM INTO THAT FENCE LETS GET THIS OVER WITH"

Phil panting hard , mouth dried , head dizzy from the hot burning sun , ass hurt from the hard saddle and all the hopping , he gave up and rode back to Brenco

-" sorry Brenco it doesnt seem to work they dont wanna go where i lead them ! "

Brenco rode his horse closer to his and faced him , glaring at him with wide chocolate eyes darkened with anger and irritation at his incompetence , with a firm tone he retorted :

" a real cowboy would go there cut that calf off , steer him away the cattles and into that smaller pen without deviating , and go round up the rest of the herd and push'em into the enclosure within half an hour or less, ITS BEEN FOUR HOURS Phil ! , what have i taught you the whole past months ? , "

Phil humiliated was about to retort but he continued " trust your goddamn horse and stop misleading it ! it knows how to cut calves way better than you , it was raised with the instinct for cutting cattles and steering them which normally should've made it easier for a beginner like you , even with a hunter of a horse you couldnt make it ,,,,, you dissapointed me Phil "

Phil's dry mouth went agape a hurt expression written on his face ,his eyes dropped down to the dusty ground feeling ashamed and beating himself up internally , he wanted to make him proud not fail him , he felt a clenching feeling at his throat

he would do anything , follow every order , every instruction , listen to all the advices ,to become a real cowboy ,tough and charismatic masculine man like he is ,

but its hard to make it work when he gets lost in his dark bottomless and dangerous eyes while he is explaining , or get transfixed by his inviting wide plump mouth , framed by his beard

or when his dick goes stiff and engorged with blood and lust everytime he catches a glimpse of his rounded and muscled ass in those bloody tight denim jeans , hypnotizing him by moving attractively from side the side waving his hips on the horse with such a grace , and controlling the harness effortlessly as if he shared one mind with his mustang

he cant help but feel enchanted by his wild beauty , his thick black hair , and thick lashes and straight eyebrows , his protruding brow that gives him a threatening look , adding to that his towering impressive form ,

big rugged capable hands that he wished to see somewhere else than on a bridle , or at least being the one attached to the other end of the strap

many times he wished it was on his lap he was hopping that way , or that it was him he was controlling with that harness , or using his personal towel with his intitials BH inscribed in the fabric as a strap to wrap around his neck while he pounds into him - he slapped himself at the thought-

indeed it was hard to focus under those conditions

Brenco still staring at him ,grew irritated by the silence and his hand snapped to Phil's he grabbed it harshly and brought it to his face , pulling him from his daydreams

-" look your knuckles are WHITE from holding onto the harness , you're more struggling to control your horse than focusing on the direction of the herd to counter it , i told you , don't be a control freak, you gotta build a relation of trust between you and your horse , not domination , you gotta know its a stubborn beast with the love of freedom runing through its veins ,and you just turned it to a chicken ,you transmited your fear , come on put yourself together and MAN THE HELL UP " he roared the last sentence

Phil blinking in shock and gathering his courage ,he swallowed a couple of times before answering with fake confidence but his voice betrayed him as it came out enervated

_" look i promise you i will succed the next time , it was only my second time , i just need to practise mo-"

Brenco cut him off , scoffing at his attempt to justify himself instead of taking criticism

" what are you making up excuses now ? i dont need your promises , your words don't matter ,there are times in life when the fancy words and pretty actions don’t count for much, when it’s blood and dust and death and a cold wind blowing and a gun in the hand and you know suddenly you’re just an animal with guts and blood that wants to live, love and mate, and die in your own good time , you feel me ? , i need your actions and proofs ,so quit whining and prove me that i havent waisted my time taking you under my wing "

Phil was fueled by pure desire to see pride in Brenco's eyes , and to gain his approval , he kept playing his words in the back of his mind

" man the hell up " ;so with a newfound resolution he nodded to himself and muttered -" i will show you Brenco " determined to better himself

nonetheless he couldnt help the nagging feeling of guilt everytime he thought about him the way he did ,it was scandalous , so deliciously inappropriate , what would he think of him ? , having those " feelings"

he cringed at himself from the mere thought , Brenco would've probably had beat him up to a pulp before hanging him up and then trailing his body with the iron tag " faggot " on his forehad behind his horse around the whole ranch

he shook off the thoughts feeling now a threat added to his guilt

he kept training days long on the horse , for weeks , until the day he finally sorted the cattles off like a champ , Brenco noticed he was more confident on the horse , pulling at the harness with ease , following the instincts of the horse , becoming one with it , he smiled at him from afar, and Phil raised his head caught his glance and smiled back ,

they looked into each other's eyes little bit longer than they should had , their smiles faded as an intense expression took over , turning to something darker and more ,,,, intimate , his heart was swelling in his chest ,

he went to sleep that day with his hard features painted on the black of his eyes , head full of fantasies that involves making those dangerous alluring eyes roll at the back of his head from the sinful action he would practise between his spread legs , with his mouth open.

Its not that Branco was bullying him or that he had no patience , he was the calmest guy ,his blood a frozen calm river , he was a man of logic , led by his rational mind rather than his emotions , he had his emotions under control , but , with him he was different , it felt downright personal the way he shouted at him and picked on his smallest fails ,

the reason he was pushing him beyond his limits and being too meticulous and too hard on him like that was because he believed he really could do it , that he had it in him and just need a push to call forward what he wanted to become and he wanted to see him succed badly ,

he needed to see the fruit of his work , signs that he was right about him that his intuition was right , the thing he probably feared more than any grizzly was Phil failing him or worse , giving up , he knew he craved his approval and wants to use it to fuel his passion ,

he never wanted to see the flames of passion in his eyes waver ,he wanted to be his inspiration , he cared too much about his development, he was eager to fulfill his wish of becoming better , and more than that he wanted to be the one he thanks for it ,

Branco Henry was a real masculine model for everyone in the ranch , self sufficient and reliable , free like the wind , untamable as a young feral mare , his wide chocolate eyes shone with unmistakable ardor , avid for adventure and the quest of mastery , never shied away from confrontation ,and had a high sense of justice and morality ,

he had boradcasted his knowledge to the western frontiere, devoted to the marrow of his bone to his life style that he considered it fairly as a life mission ,

he walked alone with a confidence of a roman emperor he knew well what his work represented , not only to him but to something far beyond , a vehicule of transcending western values , that he believed in whole heartedly and should not only preserve and personify but also pass it on ,

he was a visionary and he knew nobody else as worthy of his guidance as his loyal and faithful best friend Phil , he saw through him , he knew Phil is secretly ambitious and competitive , and held the intimate conviction that he is capable of and want to do more and better than anybody else in this field ,and want to become just like him ,

they shared same values, and same ardor for their work , and this desire to be admired , looked up to , and to lead , when he met him he was shy and hesitant about revealing himself at first , but Brenco knew how to spring it out of him and call forward all his potential

nevertheless what Phil truly and deeply wants far more than becoming a high valued and respected man and the recognition , is the acceptance , of who he truely is as a person regardless of being a man and whats communly associated with it, regardless of the efforts and sacrifices he puts into being the model he represents to his peers ,

he craves consideration ,understanding and love ,someone who can actually see him , unveiled and as a whole , crack the code and delve into the depth of his most hidden places , his darkest corners , and drawn in the waters of his most sinful desires , explore his secret garden not for finding jewels but to marvel in its beauty as a whole , encounter with his devils and dance with them ,

he wants nothing more than to be accepted as he is and loved for what he is, and for that he undertook a hellish detour and perilous adventure to prove his worth to Henry and be dignified , that costed him his soul , his authenticity slowly retreated to make place for the persona he was forging , his true feelings being disguised behind a stoic demeanor, that became a shield to his fragility and sensitivity ,

the more he learns about what he should be and what that represents and how its judged amidst his peers , the more he burns the parts of him that didnt fit into that image , until he became , a sheer shadow of himself , or rather ,the shadow of Brenco Henry

like when he had to pretend not to care about camaraderie when all he wanted is to mingle and share his new experiences with Branco in the wild with all his teenage enthusiasm, because he had been taught to keep it to himself to be ahead of them ,and entertain the mystery around himself in that way he would be respected

or to pretend it was okay not to have close friends ,only acquaintances when in reality he longed for intimacy and connection

or to ignore his growing feelings for his best and only friend Branco , and the irresistible attraction he feels when he is around him

it is not to say that Henry intentionally provoked such transformations , not by any stretch of the imagination he could've guessed the influence he possessed upon him , in his life and through his death ,

he sure had to some extent knew he considered him more than a best friend by the way his eyes glitters when he gave him an important mission to do , what it meant to him that he had such a trust in his abilities , and the way he happily and hastily do him small favors around the ranch

like just the simple task of showering and brushing his horse to prepare his mount for him when he was busy hunting or forging new hooves , filled him with such joy that if he were a dog his tail would violently wag while hopping to execute his orders ,

he loved to be of any use to him , loved to be used by him in any imaginable ways , and loved even more being praised for it and appreciated

However the more Branco spent time with him ,teaching him ranch works or to mount or the various values that a proper cowboy should uphold to , the more he grew found of him himself ,

little did he know , that Phil was not only useful to him and a good apprentice cowboy ,but essential to him , he gave meaning to his life , being his mentor gave him a sense of accomplishement and filled him with happiness and thrill everytime he notices improvement , even in the smallest details ,

he was an observing man and taught him how to use his eyes like no one else too , so his heart brimms with pride when he notices when they were hunting the paths that a rabbit leave behind , or the clues from mere feces , or sense a coming thunder

as Branco was himself growing attached to him ,he couldnt conceive anymore go on a hike up the hills without having Phil by his side , drinking on his words of advice or his stories about his past achievements in the foreign frontiere or in the mountains ,

like that time he told him he took on a buffalo by himself using arrows ,or that one perticular time that left a strong impression in Phil's mind , and gave him an insight on his personality, not only his great cowboy skills but also his good heart and tender soul ,

he felt a growing intimacy and affection when he related it to him , eventhough Branco didnt say it but he knew he was the only one he told that story to

it was that one time during an expedition , he was attacked by a furious mother grizzly when he ventured too close to her cavern well hidden behind vegetations at the foothill , where her cubs were peacefully sleeping ,

lured by some kind of plant with healing property that was growing near the entry to use to make medecine for an ill friend's sister ,he had looked for it everywhere , and when he approached ,still on his horse, the grizzly started growling fiercely behind the bushes that shielded almost completly the entry ,and suddenly charged him and jumped to lacerate his horse's neck , clawed onto it with her long deadly talons while maulding it with her sharp white fangs blinded by fury,

he fell down the horse ,he hurt his back but managed to stretch his arm wincing in pain and reached to the hunting knife sheathed in his side knife belt at his ankle, and feigned surrender to the beast , with a composure few man would manifest in front of a savage death , but he did ,

he froze and wait the beast to pounce on him and point the sharp knife's edge up and have it plunged in her gaping jaw ,

blood streamed down his hands and arms and all over his chest ,the fierce grizzly crushed him with her weight as it collapsed, he wriggled with all his force from underneath it , he crawled to his horse to check on it , his head dropped with defeat and sadness , caressed the horse neck and shook himself to remind himself of his mission and hurried to cut off the plants ,

thats when he told him he heard the little cubs crying for their mother he parted the bushes and peered through it on the cave inside , Phil swore he saw a glimpse of guilt in his eyes , now laying on the ground and sag face ,

he was even more startled when he knew what he did afterwards , that for the next three months he committed to the little cubs and would wake early to milk the cow before anyone would wake up and bring them the milk and hand feed them himself ,

Phil was looking at him fondly paying little attention to where his horse was leading him , he felt priviliged to let him sneak a peek onto his vulnerable side ,and moreover he felt a deep admiration for a man who would risk his life for someone else sister and who would fight with such courage and dignity, and be gentle and kind enough to go back and take care of the little creatures , thinking at how he valued every living being lives and his respect to life in general made his heart melt and soften to him , and how sweet and committed he really is inside ,

that ignited a blazing passion for him in his heart the words cannot describe ,it was at that moment he swore he would dedicate his life to be like him , and be his loyal partner until death do them apart , and thats exactly what he did , he was by his side until the very end

as time went by , days passed , season after season , Phil was doing remarkable progress , he was focused and disciplined, smart and devoted , and Branco started to see in him the perfect partner for futur rides and perhaps allow him to join on a more dangerous missions far away in the frontiere , but not just yet , he would never think of risking his life ,

its true that he was pushing him but he always took precautions and had his back while doing so ,and would go according to his plans , step by step , the use of weapons for hunting and combat would be with the last lessons of his programm ,

he first needed to master all the basic ranching work to be self sufficient and help his community inside , and grow in strength and hability before thinking of exploring the unknown , and to do so , he had to learn and master rawhide braiding which he got the hang of it pretty quickly ,and another overlooked yet very important skill which is blacksmithing ,

they only had two blacksmiths , one was not very competent the weapons he forged are not so sharp and easily breakable , and the professional one was getting old , they needed two new blacksmiths he thought , himself and Phil , would be perfect pair of replacement

One hot and sunny august afternoon , Phil missed lunch again , it was the third time this week , he grabbed a takeout some cold chicken in bread , but he was missed around the table , he was missed by Branco ,after a couple of beers and jokes he excused himself off ,and went out of the saloon,

following the sound of clattering metal ,to his delightful surprise , he saw him on the other side of the big ranch , near to the backdoors where he placed his iron tools at the entering ,and opened the back ranch gates

he was facing the mountains , and guessed it would be better to be outside in the fresh air , rather than suffocating from the heat inside , with a nice a view in front ,

Phil was shirtless , his wide muscled back at display flexing with each hit , glistening with sweat , little droplets of sweat running a trail between his well defined pecs , his sun kissed skin shining under the sun like velvet , humidty made his hair curl near his neck and soft small curls fall on his glowing forehead ,

his piercing blue eyes glued to the heated metal placed carefully on the anvil holding it with tongs with one and and with the other hammering it , Branco was captivated his athletic physique and nearly drooled ,

he watched him carefully , cringed at first from his lack of precision and the loose way he held his hammer and the wrong technique , but then was immensely pleased to think he works behind his back to improve faster and impress him , with decided steps he strode across the ranch and walked up to the backdoors ,

Phil hadnt notice him yet , until he stood in front of him facing him with a small smile that reaches his eyes , boyish amusement painted his face , he was content and his eyes though were challenging ,

He was taken by surprise and shivered as though he saw a ghost , he stopped his movement and he opened his mouth to explain himself looking at him then the long piece of iron that should resemble to a long hunting knife , it was as if he was caught cheating

though he was cut off by Branco before he could utter a word

_ "did i tell you to stop ? , no , so keep on practising , show me how you forge a knife little cowboy " he taunted

Phil pressed his lips together and tightened his grip on the hammer , a little annoyed for he knew he calls him that whenever there's something one level harder than his actual capabalities and playfully challenges him , irritation seemed like a good drive until now

he was quite determined but too hasty , and it took a lot of precision to do this kind of work , he lifted his arm up in the air , Branco watched intently how his nice defined biceps flex and his veins popped on his glistening thick forearms , as it came down onto the piece of metal hitting it nice and hard , but hitting it the wrong way

at his second demo , Branco came closer to his side and wrapped his large hand around his wrist in the air before he hammers again , and lowered it slowly , Phil tensed and his blue eyes piercing through his dark ones , a bit startled by the sudden unusual physical proximity

" too high stance " he said standing closely , his hand trailed along his curvy arm to his shoulder and grasped onto it- " and too tight"

he went to stand behind him and put each hand on his sturdy shoulder ,massaging them lightly , he was close , closer than ever before , Phil's breath hitched at the gesture , and his muscles strained even more ,

he felt Branco's breathy laugh caress the back of his neck , and the tingling sensation traveled down to his pants ,as though he noticed his surprise and arousal from the shade of pink coloring the base of his neck ,

his shoulders begun to go lax gradually with each comforting press , his hands went down feeling at his arms curves , and up to his shoulders again , kneading at his muscle knots there , and drawing circles with his rough thumbs on the side of his neck ,

by that time Phil was melting into puddle , and hotter than the piece of metal he had heating in front of him in the forge , his head dropping low between his shoulders he held back a deep groan of satisfaction

"good , just like that , dont be too uptight " , he said in a low honeyed voice , one hand went down and placed it onto the curve of his trimmed waist , squeezing ever so lightly , Phil quivered , fighting the urge to close his eyes, while pressing himself closer from behind until he felt his back against his chest

" and dont swing your hips it actually destabilize your aim " -he thought that he was the one destabilizing his mind right now , and something else beneath his buckle going rather straight and iron-y

while his mouth was hotly whispering instructions close to his ear , his chest was heaving and mouth dried , it got harder to focus on the meaning of the word , being lulled by the vibration of his low husky voice and the touches that ignited sparkles to his unexperienced and innocent nerves endings ,

he placed his other hand right on the middle of his back , and his spine would lit up with light if it could -

" mind your posture , upright , good , dont draw force from your lower body , rather launch your hits from your shoulder and back muscle , alright ?"

Phil nodded , he feared that if he spoke his voice would betray his extreme arousal from their sudden closeness

he let go of him and took steps back to watch him try again , and instantly Phil missed his warm rough and reassuring hands , he let out a shaky breath he was holding all along Branco's hand were on him ,

he shook his head as a mean to shake off the physical ,provoking thought thet started to invade his mind ,steady his shaky hand and picked the iron with the tongs and heated the metal til it was bright orange nd placed it on the anvel and prepared his posture to hammer ,

while Branco was scrutinizing his move , and watching his puffed up pecs glistening with sweat and flexing preparing to hit , Phil casted one last look to Branco , caught him checking him out , his ego swelled when he saw the clear look of hunger and lust on his face , and made a cheeky smile , proud to have succeded in charming the great untamable cowboy , and with the swing of confidence , he throw his hit , and he hit it right

before he knew it and without saying a word Branco turned on his hills and head back from where he came

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#benedict cumberbatch #benedict fanfic #smutty fanfic #smut gay fanfic #the power of the dog #Phil burbank x Branco Henry #male x male

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georgiapeach30513 · 11 months

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What would you say is your favourite trope personally, to write, and your list favourite.

I have thought about this ALL day. At first I was wondering if I even have a specific trope that I just love or feel I'm constantly writing. There's a few that I would like to try that I haven't.

One thing that pops up a lot in my stories is pregnancy/kids. In a past life, before I was in the beauty industry, I was a teacher. I love kids. They are hilarious to watch, and I love naming kids. If you look at the names that I choose, there are reasons for those names. I have dabbled is SO many different ways of pregnancy/kids. I've not shied away from miscarriages, abortions, teenage pregnancy, forced pregnancy, accidental, etc. So this is a trope/theme that pops up in almost every story. There's a few that it hasn't/won't

A lot of kinks seem to repeat themselves in my fics; size, breeding, D/s, daddy, body worship, degradation. I don't know if you would consider that a trope, but...a lot of stories keep these kinks. That's why I love and hate Kinktober because I dive into different kinks.

I LOVE taking a dark character and making them soft; Freezy, Ransom, Lloyd, Jefferson. I also love the opposite and taking good characters and making you hate them; Frank Adler, Cole Turner, and unfortunately Andy Barber. I have apologized I don't know how many times for the amount of hate I caused people to feel for that man. I will forever try to undo the wrong that I did.

With that being said I do love some soft!dark! stories. I love a dark man that is so soft for his woman. A man that would BURN the world down to save her. Even if he's still a bit mean to her. I don't know why I love that shit.

I also do love some weird quirky characters; Jefferson/Sugarcube, Jake/Giggles/Charles, Lloyd/Honey. I don't know why but I enjoy some good humor in stories. I don't feel like my humor/sarcasm always lands, but I have fun with it.

Another weird thing I do is write for characters we haven't seen on screen. Lloyd I wrote for (Desperate Affairs) before we even see his look. I had two Cole Turner stories out before we got the trailer. I have a completed Jack O'Malley story out and we've just seen what he looks like in Red One. I wrote Max Burnett from Sharper from just the trailer. And I have something planned for Chris' character in Pain Hustlers, but I don't have a name! I am working on it! I am doing what I can to hopefully find a name for his PH character. Most my stories are not canon, so it's okay to play with their character a bit.

I do like randomly dropping in other Chris, Sebastian, Henry Cavill, Charlie Hunnam, or Jensen Ackles characters in stories. And I love a good variant story. I literally have a fic that has EVERY Chris character from that point in it (Even Dr. Scrivello and Dr. Fisk and pretty sure LSoH and Bermuda are DOA). The more of these men in a story the better.

My goal has always been to write for every Chris and Sebastian character, and I have pretty much done that (not you Tommy Lee). I write for a lot of Henry's characters and Charlie's. Chris and Sebastian are just my favorite, so I have met my goal (besides TL. Fuck him).

#writer asks #jen.txt #tropes

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authurials · 2 years

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bigassbowlingballhead · 5 months

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Henry’s breeding kink is 100% canon to me.

you know what, good for him.

get that prince pregnant, Alex.

#box talk

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kiwiana-writes · 7 months

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Hi!! I had a lot of fun with your recent kinktober series and always looked forward to seeing what you would come up with each day. I was really impressed by just how much story you could put into 200 words, even though several of them did make me want fully fleshed out 10k fics haha. I'm curious if there were any challenges with writing that series that you were surprised by? Any of the prompts/premises you were really unsure how to tackle/didn't think you would ever write?

Oh my goodness anon that’s really kind!!

I decided right at the start that they were all going to be canon/post-canon compliant, and that locked me out of a few of the more supernatural prompts that could have been a LOT of fun. (Although @sparklepocalypse fully going for it and writing a magical realism threesome with a time travelling Henry for cloning/selfcest was my hero actually and I wish I’d thought of it lol)

There were definitely a couple of days where none of the three prompts given for that day really grabbed me, and yes I KNOW I had the power to switch it up but much like I wouldn’t let myself go over 200 words no matter how badly I wanted to, I really wanted to stick to one of the daily prompts because I really do thrive on a challenge lol.

I definitely didn’t think I’d write breeding kink but I had a lot of fun with that one! (And to be fair, I still didn’t really but the vibes were there.) And there were some like praise kink that I skipped because they were too obvious haha. Humiliation was one I really wanted to write but absolutely wouldn’t have been able to do justice to in 200 words—I really love drabbles/double drabbles and am proud of how much emotion I can pack into them sometimes, but it’s a constant battle between that and m my constant need to, like, make it clear how into things they both are when it comes to kinktober haha.

#anonymous #anon asks day

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paterson-blue · 3 years

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Fine Line

Summary: Henry pays you yet another visit.

Word Count: 2,372

Warnings: Dubious consent, somnophilia, consensual somnophilia, I'm serious y'all do not come for me if you get upsetty spaghetti--this is tagged for a reason, you can have a little dead dove as a treat, afab!reader, bitter!henry, mean & angry!henry, insecure!henry, jealous!henry, possessive!henry, .... it's canon henry y'all idk what you want me to say, henry mchenry is in love and he fuuuuucking hates it, cigarette smoking, passing reference to cocaine lol, degradation (sort of?), masturbation, spit as lube but also lube as lube, unprotected piv sex, creampie oop!, lil hint of breeding kink bc it's me, chance of pregnancy is ambiguous, .... harry styles cowrote with me and I will NOT face any slander for it bye – let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: This is part 2 to The Night, The Flame, but can also be read as a standalone!

Just took a sleeping pill so I’m sure I’ll be out by the time you finish up. Break a leg! Let me know when you get home safe.

Henry rereads your text as he sits backstage, cigarette clenched between his teeth. It was stupid, really, for you to ask to know when he got home if you were going to be asleep already. What was the point? What if he crashed his bike on the way back--it’s not like you’d know until the morning. He’d be cold and dead on the side of the road by then.

He thinks about calling you to tell you just that, to berate you over it as the much needed nicotine courses through his veins. But there’d be no use--you were always dead to the fuckin’ world after taking a sleeping pill. You didn’t do it often; you must be having trouble sleeping this week. Henry hates how concern bubbles up within him at the thought.

He’s been hating a lot of things recently, which he supposes isn’t new--but this time feels different from the usual.

Henry sighs in annoyance, stabbing the butt of his cigarette into the nearby ashtray before finally getting back into his street clothes. The set had been a wild success, and he’d been planning on heading into the club to join the audience members. A night of drinking, women, a little coke--he needed it, needed the stress relief. He needed to relax. He’s pretty sure the girl who flashed her tits at him would be game; or, she was last time.

And then he’d seen your stupid fucking text message, and all thoughts of anyone else went out the window.

It’s not how things were supposed to be. You were supposed to be a fun piece of ass that he could come fuck whenever he wanted. That’s how it started, and that’s what you’d agreed to. You wanted to use his body as much as he wanted to use yours, and the two of you were fine with that arrangement.

But now he can’t fucking sleep with anyone else. He doesn’t want to sleep with anyone else, only you. And christ, the thought of you in another man’s bed makes Henry see red. He knows he can’t be the one you want, not all of him--not anything other than his cock. He gets it; he’s beyond fucked up and you’re not, and you both know it. He’s good in bed, he’s confident in that. But what else can he provide?

God fucking dammit he wants to scream. He’s so fucking frustrated, his previous plans dashed. All his earlier urges, his thoughts of the indulgences the club can provide--they’re gone. His fingertips twitch, and he fumbles for another cigarette on instinct, taking in a deep inhale as soon as it's lit.

He knows what he wants--what he needs. And he’s going to get it.

He takes long drags of his cigarette as he grabs his motorcycle helmet and heads outside to his bike, flatly ignoring anyone who tries to talk to him. He’s on a mission now, and he doesn’t feel like interruptions.

It doesn’t take long to get to your flat, the journey one that he’s made what feels like hundreds of times. He thinks he can make the trip with his eyes closed, each and every turn familiar, his subconscious guiding him until he parks, shutting off his bike and letting the night fall quiet.

Henry stares up towards your balcony, taking a couple deep breaths. He itches for another smoke, but he resists the urge—he doesn’t need another hit of nicotine when he has you.

He’s done this before, come to you at night while you were sleeping. It’s the entire reason you gave him a key to your place. He hadn’t wanted to take the token at first, too scared of what a key represented, too worried about what it insinuated. But you’d made such a convincing argument as to why he needed one—told him you knew he got antsy after a show, and you’d be available to him even while you slept, unconscious to his actions.

Well how could he have said no?

Yes, Henry’s done this more than enough times now to have everything down to a science. He knows how to let himself in silently, knows where to step so the floors don’t creak. It wouldn’t make a difference really—you won’t wake up, and he knows it—but it just enhances the experience, pretending that you might.

He knows you’ll be sprawled out in bed naked; you always said you got too hot at night. He knows how to move you ever so gently, letting your legs fall open to reveal your sweet, gorgeous pussy. He knows where you keep the lube; knows exactly what he needs to make sliding into you slick and easy.

He forgoes the condom this time. Usually he wore one in order to prevent any mess—to try to leave no trace of himself, so you’d be none the wiser when you awoke. But not tonight. Tonight, he’s on edge, possessive, irritated with the feelings you cause within him. He’s going to make a mess of you, leave it for you to find in the morning.

He’s going to fucking show you just who you belong to.

He’s already hard as he unzips his jeans, palming his cock through his briefs. It’s not surprising—doing this always got him going. You’re so fucking beautiful like this, spread out and vulnerable for him. The prettiest, most obscene picture for his eyes only.

Mine, he thinks to himself as he shoves his underwear down his thighs, gaze greedy. He can’t help but suck his thumb into his mouth, wetting it before moving his hand between your legs, rubbing slow circles over your clit. You twitch in your sleep, cunt pulsing--begging for his cock.

He considers pulling you to the edge of the bed--kneeling and tasting you, coating his tongue with your slick. It’s just as much for him as it is for you, though Henry’s loath to admit it. Part of the appeal, though, is your response to him--your moans, your sighs, the wriggle of your hips against his face, your fingers gripping, twisting, pulling at his hair. The pain is a high stronger than any drug can give him; your noises, euphoria. He has none of it if you’re asleep, yet he doesn’t want to wake you and spoil the current moment.

It’s another frustrating contradiction. You’ve never made things easy for him.

Henry warms the lube in his palm before giving his cock a couple strokes; it twitches in his hand, overeager. His gaze trails over your body up to your face, expression lax and peaceful where your cheek is nuzzled into your pillow. He thinks about what it would be like to have this--have you--every night. He imagines a world where he comes home to you, pulls you into his arms, rests his head on the pillow next to yours and tells you sweet, beautiful, stupid little things.

It’s unrealistic and he knows it--makes his heart clench up in his chest. That ugly green feeling rises within him once again to replace his sorrow.

Sometimes, Henry thinks he loves you so much that he hates you.

It’s a fine line.

He jerks his cock the way he wants to fuck you: hard and fast and ferocious, squeezing himself tight. His chest heaves as he struggles to gasp in quiet breaths; his lungs feel heavy, suffocated by his irrational anger, his jealousy, his resentment. Henry knows he could let go of his feelings--could free himself from the darkness that swirls in his head, in his heart. But, if he did that, he knows what feelings he would have left, and love is a far scarier thing than bitterness.

He fights the urge to wake you--to pound into you mercilessly, a hand around your throat, making you cry out for him as he stares into your eyes. He wants to punish you for making him love you, for making him weak, for making him hopeless and discontent. But, he’ll save that for later. Because he knows, despite what he tells himself, there will always be a later. He can’t stay away from you long, and you always--impossibly--welcome him back.

Instead, he forces his hands to stop their incessant movement; the lack of stimulation makes his hips jerk. Wiping his hands on the sheets, he clambers onto your bed; his cock bobs between his legs, hard and drooling. You stir slightly, and Henry settles his palms on your knees, watching your face intently--still, you remain unconscious. As soon as you settle back down, Henry wraps his long fingers around your upper thighs, spreading you open just how he needs in order for him to shuffle closer.

Your cunt twitches when he notches the head of his cock to your pretty little hole, as if trying to pull him in. It makes him groan--quietly, low in his throat. He’s already close, cock throbbing as he rubs the head through your soft folds. You’re relaxed enough like this--and probably still open from last night--that he can press in with little resistance. You make a noise akin to a sigh, but Henry’s too entranced by the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock inch by inch to check and see if you’re waking up.

It’s perfect, though it always is, having you on his cock. The lube slicks the way just enough for him to press in deep, holding himself there as your cunt flutters around him, adjusting to the intrusion. He’s so on edge--physically, emotionally, mentally; just this is enough to make his balls pulse. Henry allows himself a couple slow strokes, muscles tense as he moves his hips in deliberate, steady thrusts. Your walls grip him tight, hot and soft, sucking him back in as soon as he starts to pull out. He thinks, idly, that he could stay like this all night. Maybe he should lay down, pull you back against his chest--press his cock into you from behind, let your warm pussy milk him until morning while he nuzzles his face into your neck.

But it’s too soft a dream; too intimate an image--it’s not something he deserves. And, more than that: it’s not something he’s ever wanted before. You’ve turned him into someone else.

Henry clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth. Fucking pathetic, he thinks, both of us. Gathering saliva in his mouth, he lets it drip down onto the top of your mound before spreading it around your clit with his thick fingers. It’s messy and unrefined; if you were awake, you’d probably do that thing where you pretend not to like it. He hates that he knows your each and every reaction.

As it is, your pussy clenches on his cock, your body still giving away how much you want it even while unconscious. Each little movement of your hips, each hitch in your breathing, each furrow of your brow pulls Henry closer and closer to the edge. He rubs your clit leisurely; he’s practiced enough to know exactly how much you need to make you cum without jolting you awake.

He swears he can feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter the more he works you; he pulls out just enough to check, and groans quietly when he sees the sheen of your slick coating his cock. Pressing back into you makes him shudder, and the movement of his fingers gets sloppy; he’s desperate to feel you break, desperate to watch you shiver through your peak. He doesn’t have to wait much longer.

You make a whimper that cuts off almost as soon as it begins, a pretty frown decorating your once peaceful facial features--and then, all of a sudden, your hard little clit is pulsing underneath Henry’s fingertips. He clamps his teeth down onto his bottom lip to muffle himself as your pussy squeezes around his sensitive cock, pulling his orgasm from him. It’s all too easy: your soft walls milking him, the knowledge that you’re unaware of what you’re doing. Your body wants his cum, wants him--he’s your most basic desire. He won’t deny you what you need.

Henry’s fingertips circle your clit until your hips jerk, wanting to ride the wave of your orgasm as long as he can. The heat of his cum floods your pussy, coating his cock, leaking out onto the sheets; it makes his head spin to think that maybe--just maybe--it’ll take root. That he’ll place a piece of himself inside of you, that you’ll let that hint of darkness grow. He heaves in a sharp breath, goosebumps peppering his skin. Don’t make a fool out of yourself, the sneering voice in his head tells him.

He doesn’t move for a while after your aftershocks fade, ignoring his aching knees as he savors the moment. It’s quiet in the darkened room aside from his trembling breaths and the faint noise of the city outside. You still haven’t woken, even with the sheen of sweat decorating your skin and his cum sticking to your inner thighs. Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe this is how the two of you last. Him stealing little moments while sparing you having to be with him--maybe this was the only way he can know you.

Henry shakes the thought from his mind, finally spurring his body into motion. He doesn’t bother cleaning himself up this time, just watches the creamy white of his cum drip from your pussy as he tucks his cock back into his briefs. It makes such a pretty picture that he wants to document it, but he’s already overstayed his welcome and he knows it. So he leaves the scene as it is: your legs spread akimbo, sloppy cunt on display, sheets stained. That angry little voice within him raises its ugly head once more, telling him it’s what you deserve. He shoves the words away, draping one of your quilts over your bare form as gently as he can.

When he gets back to the safety of his apartment, he shoots you a text just as you’d requested.

Made it home. Sleep well.

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Hypothetically | Chapter 25-27

summary: Reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast.

friends to lovers, case of the week style story

A/N: Set between seasons 4 and 6, not following canon. all original crimes based on real-life stories.

Warnings 18+: Murderers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood, Guns, mentions of autopsy, Fluff, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, bed-sharing, Riding, Unprotected Sex, Virgin Reader, Case of the Week, original crimes, Food mention, Smut, Oral Sex, Light BDSM, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, obgyn appointments and info, Home Invasion, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Manipulation, Grooming, Pedophilia mention, non-con oral (male receiving), Pregnant Sex, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Homophobia, conversion therapy

Word Count: 18k

chapter 25

“What do you mean we’re working a missing dog case?” Hotch questioned his whole entire life at that moment as Mindy and Garcia explained the case they think they found.

“Sir, I promise you’re going to want to listen to this,” Garcia said softly, her green dress and pink hair pom-poms really reassuring him that everything was fine.

Y/N watched him roll his eyes and wish he was somewhere else, he had been getting more and more fed up with work lately. Having a hard time with Strauss, his wife, and the job in general. After Hayley almost died last year and being stabbed, he had the worst luck on the team.

“It’s going to take a minute for you to see what we see,” Mindy matched Garcia’s aura perfectly, dressed in a cat sweater.

“All 5 of these families have reported dogs missing in the Sacramento area. You think that’s not that weird, they’re probably stealing dogs for fights and step one in the serial killer handbook. But you’d be wrong,” Garcia explained, flipping from photos of missing dog posters to murdered families.

“The dogs go missing right, the parents put all their information onto a flyer, the flyer gets plastered into the neighbourhood where everyone sees it. The unsub takes the flyer, and the dog and returns it to the family just to get inside of the house. He learns what their safety protocols are like and then he decides to break in and murder,” Mindy laid it all out easily for them to follow.

“Is there any evidence that the killer is the dognapper?” Prentiss asked, chewing on the end of her pencil as she tried to wrap her head around it all.

“No,” Garcia pressed her lips together quickly. “But! Family number 5, they were murdered on Friday. Their crime scene is the newest, it’s where we’ll get the best idea of what’s going on.”

“Sir,” Mindy added. “If I’m correct about this, another family is going to die in 2 days. There’s been another small dog reported missing in Sacramento, the same type of family and everything. It’s a signature if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Send us everything you have, wheels up in 20,” Hotch sighed, taking his things and leaving the room.

“Is he okay?” Y/N asked Rossi.

Dave and he were the closest, Hotch never told his secrets of personal gossip to anyone else. He knew Rossi understood family problems the best. Having been married and divorced 3 times each.

“Don’t repeat this, Garcia that means you,” he teased her quickly. “He asked Hayley if she wanted more kids, after seeing you and JJ expanding the BAU’s gifted children program. She said she’d only have another baby if he took a few years off.”

“Oh,” Y/N wasn’t surprised. If Spencer wasn’t in the BAU he probably wouldn’t get it either. “He’s young, he can come back at any time, as you did.”

“Which is what I said to him. He just doesn’t know how he’d fill all the time yet, he doesn’t have an interest in fishing or cigars like moi,” Rossi explained. Standing up and straightening out his suit, “not to mention the writing chops to keep your brain fresh.”

“Come on grandpa, it’s time to board the plane you can brag later,” Derek patted him on the back. “Some of us like to stay active and have fun on our time off.”

“I’ll have you know I’m very fun,” Rossi argues as they leave the room. They were like a bunch of teenagers sometimes.

“Well, I’ll see you in a few days, just be in Vegas by Sunday at 2 pm,” Y/N frowned at Spencer. “Call me when you’re free?”

Spencer leaned in and kissed her softly. Rubbing his hand over her belly as he did so, saying goodbye to the little dude in there. “Be good, take care of each other.”

She smiled, wishing he didn’t have to go again. “We always do, come home to me safely boy wonder.”

In Penelope’s office, Mindy had basically moved in. It was big enough for the two of them and they worked together anyway. Sharing all the computer space, rolling around each other like crazy people as they switched jobs. That meant that Mindy’s office became Y/N’s office when she stayed back on a case.

Y/N would be 33 weeks pregnant as of Thursday, and officially Mrs. Dr. Reid by Sunday.

If everything went according to plan. This case seemed simple enough to get them home in time. If not, the flight from LA to Vegas wasn’t even that long. Y/N and Will had a plan if this was to happen, JJ and Spencer would head right to Vegas while Will and Henry flew in with Y/N. All she really needed was her wedding dress and hospital go-bag, and Spencer.

She wasn’t going to go into labour any time soon, Matty was still way too high and she was barely even having Braxton hicks contractions yet. If her body wasn’t practicing, surely it wouldn’t just start. She was a planner, she planned everything and this pregnancy didn’t seem to listen. All she wanted was for him to be born on or after June 10th, healthy and happy, that’s her only wish.

She hated cases like these, ones that made her sit behind a desk and just look at everything till it made sense. But it never did, not in her brain. Thinking like an unsub was the only time it made sense, but she never understood it. Kidnapping a dog just to kill a family was never going to be something one could just understand.

The only idea she had was to get someone inside the newest victims’ house and just wait for the unsub to return the dog. It would be the easiest way to bring him in for questioning. So she called Hotch.

“Hotchner,” he answered shortly.

“Hey, I was just wondering if you had a plan yet? If not, I’ve been thinking.”

“We’re trying to find a way to get eyes and ears inside the vics home,” Hotch explained, it sounded like he was driving and yelling over the speaker.

“I was thinking you could send in Reid or Morgan posing as a tutor or coach of some kind, then you can hide the equipment in the bag they bring in, it would be the least suspicious,” she ran her thoughts through to him.

“That would work, I’ll have the team see what we can do from our end,” Hotch ended the call abruptly. Still in the bad mood from when he left.

She couldn’t blame him, it’s a hard spot raising kids and having this job. Y/N and Spencer were still trying to figure out how they were going to pull it off. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for Haley, always being alone with Jack and half the time her life was in danger. The risk that came with the job almost didn’t feel worth it, especially when it meant losing your family on top of everything else.

They sent Derek in, with Penelope in his ear, as he set up the cameras and microphones. Setting up 24/7 patrol across the street in a model home. Meaning that Y/N’s job was basically over and all she had to do was kick her feet up and eat snacks until she could go home.

—

Spencer crawled into bed 2 days later around 4 in the morning, cuddling into her without even taking off his work clothes. She barely slept when Spencer wasn’t home, she opened her eyes when she noticed he was there, as if she hadn’t even slept yet.

He smelled like hotel soap and stale airplane air. “Hi,” he whispered as he tried to cuddle in close to her, being held back by her belly.

“Home just in time to have to fly out again,” she smiled at him softly.

“I know,” he sighed. “I doubt the bureau would like us if we used the jet to travel to a wedding. It’s bad enough we have one and no other unit does.”

“Are you excited or nervous?”

“Both.”

“Mmm,” she hummed along. “I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

“I still haven’t written my vows and,” she stopped herself, frowning a little as Spencer laid a hand on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s all happening so fast. I feel like I haven’t had a chance to enjoy any of it and I’m worried if this is how fast the lead-up is, then how fast will the night be over?”

“Oh bunny,” he cooed. “I’ll make sure we get a moment alone, how about we sneak off during the party and go to the swing and just spend time together? Really make the most of our day.”

“Okay,” she smiled again. “A part of me wishes it was just us.”

“How about this,” Spencer said as he sat up, turning on the bedside lamp before getting out of bed. He looked through his underwear drawer and pulled out the box the rings were in. “Marry me, right now?”

“What?” She laughed.

“Just me and you, marry me?”

“It won’t count this way?” She rebutted, sitting up as well as she squinted in the light. Trying to wake up more.

“you’re not religious and you hate the government even though you work for them,” he reminded her. “Having a sheet of paper and dedicating my life to you are two completely different things.”

“I told you I don’t have my vows ready!”

Spencer sat on the bed, sitting directly across from her as he placed the rings on the bed. Taking both her hands in his as he looked into her eyes. “Just make it up?”

“You’re insufferable,” she teased him.

“And you love me,” he teased right back.

“Fine, Spencer Reid, you big fuckin’ dork,” she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “My whole life I’ve just wanted to love you. I don’t know how I managed to pull it off, but here I am."

She let out a long, shaky breath as she continued. "You complete me, I don’t feel right when you’re not around and I never want to lose you. Marrying you means more to me than just becoming your wife, I don’t care about the term or the tax benefits," she laughed as a tear fell down her cheek. he wiped it away quickly.

"I was perfectly content just being in your rotation. Being your partner for life is a blessing to me, I’m going to love you forever.” She picked up and ring and put it on his finger.

His eyes were glossy as he watched her shaking hand slip the ring over him. He loved her more than he even knew how to describe at the moment.

“Do you remember that one time you asked me to show you how a real man loves a woman?”

She laughed, looking down at her gigantic belly. “Kinda hard to forget when I’m carrying around this extra 30 pounds.”

“It reminded me of a quote I read on a swing one time,” he said softly, watching her eyes gleam as she knew where he was going.

“The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Y/N with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her nonetheless because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.”

“What’s that from?” Y/N couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her cheeks, she had never known what book he was reading. She always wondered what his thoughts were in that moment when their eyes locked in remembrance all those years ago.

“Great Expectations by Charles Dickens,” Spencer replied, starting to cry as well.

That’s when she remembered it, looking over at the book that had been sitting on his bedside table for months. It was the book he re-read the most, the book he was reading that first night in Wichita when she asked to crawl into his bed. The book he put down before they conceived Matthew. The whole time she was falling in love with him, the way she did as a child, he was reading the same book because it reminded him of her.

“I didn’t expect that book to hold such a place in my heart the first time I read it. I only brought it to the park with me that day because it was the closest book to me, and I was having a really hard day,” he stopped to wipe his tears softly. “Yet somehow, every single bad day in my life has been made better by you. You’re my greatest expectation, and the only one I’m trying the hardest to live up to.”

“I love you,” she replied to him softly. Holding his face in her hands now as she stared into his eyes, “you’re always going to be everything I’ve ever wanted and all I’ll ever need. You’ve met every expectation, and beyond.”

“I love you,” he smiled. He took her left hand off his cheek, sliding the silver band over her ring finger, pressing it snugly against her engagement ring. “forever.”

“And then some,” Y/N added before kissing him softly.

She smiled against his lips, sitting back and looking at him with complete wonder. “Dr. Y/L/N,” she teased him, pretending to tip her imaginary hat.

“Agent Reid,” he copied her causing them both to laugh again.

“So when is our real anniversary then?” Y/N asked softly, trying to remember what day of the month it was.

“It’s April 20th.”

“Our anniversary cannot be 4/20!” She panicked. “Oh. My god!”

Spencer laughed from down deep in his gut, laying down against the sheets as she smacked his arm lightly. “I’m serious, but that’s so funny though,” she laughed too.

She laid back against the sheets then, Spencer cuddled into her side. His face in the crook of her neck while laying a leg over hers. She held him as close as she could, Matthew really starting to get in the way of everything she did now.

She let out a deep breath as she settled with Spencer against her. “I love you so much, my husband.”

“I love you more, my wife,” he replied. The words sounding like heaven on his lips.

chapter 26

She let out a deep breath when the dress actually zipped up. She was so worried that in the last 2 weeks her body had completely changed. JJ finished with her zipper, fluffing her dress and making sure everything was in place.

Her mom was wiping her tears for the 4th time in the last hour, Y/N couldn’t stop laughing every time she heard her sniffle. It didn’t feel as life-changing as her mother made it seem, Spencer and Y/N were already married in her opinion, this was just a nice formality for their parents.

She could hear all the people talking in her parent’s yard, a few kids yelling as they ran around each other. People were already drinking, there was food and snacks all around. It was just a big party where they were going to tell everyone exactly how much they loved each other.

As much as she was ready mentally, her body was shot. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t leave, the baby was kicking from the anxiety in her body no matter how hard she tried to calm down. It was nerve-wracking to be so open in front of so many people.

It was even worse with the fact she hadn’t seen Spencer since yesterday. As much as he claimed he wasn’t superstitious, he really didn’t want to see her before the wedding. Claiming his mother was the worried one, Y/N let it slide no matter how much she hated sleeping in her childhood bed all by herself with a mini-gymnast in her stomach.

“Are you ready?” JJ asked her softly.

She nodded, looking in the mirror at herself one last time. “Can I have a minute?”

“Sure,” JJ smiled, taking Debbie with her as they walked out of her room.

She stood in the window, opening the blinds and looking out towards the swings once again. Spencer was sitting there, swinging while staring at her window.

She smiled, feeling the butterflies leave her system in a beautiful flurry as their eyes locked. She was ready, she had always been ready to marry him.

She walked out of the room and down the stairs, holding the railing carefully. She was just wearing a pair of crocs under her dress, not trusting her big clumsy ass with heels.

She waited in the foyer as Emily walked across the street to gather everyone. She was officiating for them, Spencer wanted her to be the one to marry them, she was the closest thing to a sister he had.

Every single important person in their lives was in the crowd. Even Spencers father was there, in the back, quiet. Diana was happy to see him, Spencer felt indifferent. Gideon came too, which made it a little easier.

They all walked across the street then, gathering at the end of the makeshift aisle they laid out in the park. Penelope played a simple wedding march, starting the ceremony officially.

Everyone stood, turning towards them. Chloe went down first, dropping flower petals in big clumps here and there before running towards her mom. Then it was Y/N’s turn, opting out of the whole bridesmaid’s thing for the sake of not having to pick and choose between her co-workers and sisters-in-law.

Her dad extended an arm for her, she took it as she softly smiled at him. He looked like he was trying not to cry, “ready?”

“Let’s go,” she whispered.

Seeing Spencer at the end of the aisle was like a dream. She began to walk towards him, every step closer made her heartbeat louder and louder in her chest. Before she knew it she was standing in front of him, her dad giving her a soft kiss on the cheek before handing her over to Spencer.

The idea of giving her away was weird. He wasn’t giving her to him, he was simply helping her reach him. And he always had been.

Spencer’s hand was soft in hers and they stepped towards Emily together.

The music stopped then, causing them to turn to each other and smile. It was time.

It felt more like time stopped, however, getting a sort of tunnel vision for each other as the rest of the world faded away.

“Welcome everyone, you can take a seat,” Emily cut into the moment. “A few weeks ago Spencer asked me if I’d marry him off to his best friend, I of course said yes because who can say no to that face?”

Everyone laughed as Spencer blushed. “Spencer is the smartest man to work in the FBI, we’re not afraid to admit that. From the day I met him, he was nothing but informative and kind, as well as shy and personal. It took a while to learn anything about him, but once you get to know him he’s like an open book. And it’s a good story.”

“Like most good fairy tales, it’s a story told in two parts. Starting with a meet-cute of cosmic proportions, a plotline that would make any other ’right for each other at the wrong time,’ story run for the hills,” Emily exaggerated.

“And finally, a reunion,” her voice was soft then. “I’ll never forget the day Spencer held the door open for Y/N, she walked in with a smile on her face that was almost as big as Spencers. He introduced us to a childhood friend that day, not realizing she would become part of our family.”

Y/N felt herself getting a little choked up, seeing Penelope and JJ wiping their tears just off to the side.

“It’s a story best told in the first person,” Emily laughed at her own joke. “So, without further ado, ladies first,” she instructed, stepping away from the altar to keep the focus on them.

“Well?” Y/N shook her head at him, motioning with her hand for him to start speaking. Making everyone laugh once again. Spencer’s smile was adorable as he giggled.

“Would you say— hypothetically, of course, that soulmates are real, Doctor Reid?” She questioned him softly.

He nodded, “I would.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Because I think you’re mine. And I think I’ve known that for a very long time. There was something about you, that first day I saw you. You weren’t shoving dirt up your nose or pulling on my hair. You were reading a book, I believe it was Matilda, you were all by yourself and you looked sad.”

“Me, being me,” she laughed to herself, “I marched over to you and I asked if you wanted to play in the sandbox with me. One small gesture changed the entire course of my life, you became a friend and then a stranger again in the blink of an eye. I know what it’s like to know of you and not be in your presence and it’s the worst.”

She didn’t want to cry, but she knew she was about to. “I know you’re my soulmate because my soul physically aches when you’re not around. Like magnets, I’m pulled towards you and I’m willing to crush anything that gets in the way. You and I were once the same cosmic rock just floating through space, separated for millions of years until the time was right.”

“I found you right when I needed you,” she wiped a tear off her cheek quickly. “When we needed each other. And I’m never going to let you go.”

She turned towards Emily, grabbing a ring from her. “With this ring, you’re tied to me for eternity now, the way things always should have been.”

“I love you,” Spencer whispered, wiping his own tears before holding her hands again.

“Your turn, pretty boy,” she teased him one last time, laughing to try and stop the tears.

“Most of you know the story,” Spencer began his speech. Staring into Y/N’s eyes, trying to forget there was an audience.

“We met in kindergarten, she was wearing a sundress with green and pink flowers, much like today. You had bangs back then and a cute pink bow in your hair. And you were as stubborn then as you are now,” he smiled. “Mrs. Richardson had told me twice that we weren’t allowed to put water in the sandbox, no matter how important it was to the construction of my model pyramids. That’s why I was reading my book. You went to your backpack, grabbed a water bottle, and poured it right into the sand without thinking twice about the consequences.

“I didn’t really see you again until I was 13, I sat on that swing with my copy of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens while you sat in your window way up there.” He pointed at her house, past the swing set. “I’ll never know what you were reading or what you were thinking, but I have the exact moment I saw you ingrained in my memory,” Spencer’s words were soft as his thumbs ran over her hands.

“Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets.” Spencer recited from memory.

“You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Y/N, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you,” Spencer’s voice trailed off to a whisper as he reached the end.

“I read that quote moments before seeing you again, and part of me knew the universe had greater plans for us. And I knew, Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!”

“With this ring,” Spencer finally added. Lifting the last ring from Derek’s extended hand, placing it on Y/N’s ring finger where it belonged. “I vow to love you till my very last moments, and if heaven is real I’ll be waiting for your loving embrace.”

She wiped her tears quickly, looking up as she tried to stop her mascara from smudging. “You’re a dick sometimes,” she started to laugh before hearing the crowd do the same.

“You love me,” he teased her.

“I do,” she smiled, pulling him in and kissing him hard on the lips. Getting lost in his embrace as the world around them stopped.

—

Having every single person that she loved mingle around her parent’s backyard felt a little surreal. Her father and Rossi were smoking cigars together on the desk, Levi and Will were discussing training stories while Chloe and Henry chased each other around the yard.

Emily and Noelle were slowly dancing in their own little world to the music that played, not too far from Haley and Arron who had the same idea. Jack was talking to Derek, sharing stories about their favourite superhero.

Diana and Debbie were going around making sure everyone had a drink or a snack, discussing their children and showing off to everyone that was there. It was a lot to take in, but she wouldn’t change it for the world. This was the most perfect little wedding she could have ever asked for.

Spencer never left her side, holding her hand where ever she went for the majority of the night. Knowing she hated being the centre of anyone else attention, calming her down from all the eyes that were on her.

“Do you want to go to the swing?” He whispered in her ear when they were finally alone.

“Please,” she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Wanting to just be alone with him for a while.

She snuck out of the yard and across the street, Y/N sat down on the swing for the first time in years, her big belly thanking her for the relief. Spencer pushed her lightly on the swing, helping her swing in the late-night spring breeze in rural Nevada.

The light in her bedroom was still on, illuminating the empty room she called hers for the majority of her life. Still unable to process the fact that she did it, she married Spencer. She made a life in his orbit, she was happy and loved and making a family with the man of her dreams.

This was the best revenge she could have ever gotten on any childhood bully or predator in her life. Pure happiness, that no one could take from her. Knowing she did this on her own, meeting Spencer out of the blue and building a life of joy and peace was so unbelievably wonderful.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Spencer asked softly as he continued to push her on the swing.

“I’m just amazed that I did it,” she said softly.

“Did what?”

“all this,” she waved her arm out in front of her. “I grew up, I made friends and a family and found the love of my life even after believing for so long that I never would.”

“the universe had better plans for you than you thought,” She could hear the smile on Spencer’s face as he spoke. “You’re so deserving of the world and then some, you’re worth the universe to me. Brighter than any star in the sky, more powerful than the big-bang.”

She dragged her feet along the sand, stopping the swing abruptly before turning around to see Spencer. His eyes glistened in the moonlight or the streetlight. Either way, his brown eyes were glowing as she looked up at him softly.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

She wrapped her arms around him as best as she could, pressing her cheek against his chest softly. “For showing me that love is real.”

“Being able to love you has been the best part of my life.”

She pulled him into another kiss, holding his face softly as she peppered kisses to his lips over and over. “You get me forever.”

“And then some.”

“Hypothetically,” she teased him lightly. “Anything is possible when the two of us get together.”

“I love you,” was all he could say before kissing her again.

They could hear the music travelling across the street for the yard, she wrapped her arms around him and swayed to the beat. Taking a moment completely alone with him to just appreciate him. To hold him close, hear his heartbeat through his suit jacket and just take it all in.

The rest of her life started at that moment, the birth of a new future. One with endless possibilities, endless happiness, and the most love in the whole world.

Soulmates, 500 years in the making.

Placing 500 more years of possibilities in the hands of Fate, who cradled them in her loving embrace. Making a future for them unlike any she’s made before.

Epilogue

2020

The birds chirping used to make her wake up with a smile, now it made her panic a little. She was so overly used to being woken up to a baby crying, a kid with a tummy ache, or the sound of fighting coming from the cribs in the twin’s room.

When it was quiet she worried, opening her eyes and looking around to see all 4 of her children cuddled up around her and Spencer. Completely asleep, and absolutely adorable.

Matthews’s face was beside hers on the pillow. His long hair falling over his face, just like his fathers used to all those years ago. She kissed her baby on the forehead, unable to fully understand that he was 10 now.

The twins were in the middle, Harper and Derek were attached at the hip all day long. Sleeping basically on top of each other, it was the only way they were peaceful. Since being squished together in the womb, they’ve become best friends and each other’s comfort person over the last 6 years.

Alice on the other hand was a daddy’s girl. Probably because she got the most time with him, 2 and a half years’ worth of all Spencer’s love and affection.

Spencer had quit the BAU when they got pregnant with their last baby, deciding he wanted to be with his kids full time. He wanted to be more present, to make more memories and just be a good dad.

Every morning Alice would find her way into the bed, she’d do whatever it took to get between Y/N and Spencer, cuddling into her father’s arms and going back to sleep. Almost every time, she would push her mom’s arms away, waking Y/N up in the process just to smirk at her as if to say; “haha my turn.”

She loved her little family. And they loved her too, she had been out of town for a week on a really bad case that required all hands on deck. They called her every day, begging her to come home soon, breaking her heart. So it wasn’t a surprise to see all of them snuggled in, taking in all the time with her that they could.

Matthews’s eyes fluttered as he woke up, his big beautiful brown eyes looking at her softly. “Mom,” he said softly with a smile before wrapping his arms around her neck and snuggling into her. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, Mr. Magoo,” she whispered into his hair, holding him close. He still smelled like her little baby, only bigger as he rested against her.

“Are we still going to Uncle Dave’s tonight?” He asked as he settled against her, wanting her to run her fingers through his hair. It calmed him as it did for Spencer, soothing his mind as it ran a million miles a minute.

“I think so,” she replied, picking him up softly and laying on her back more. “I think all your cousins are going to be there too.”

“Even Jack?” He asked, sitting up with wonder in his eyes. Jack was 15 now, and just the coolest dude in Matthews’s life. Much like how Spencer looked up to Hotch in the beginning.

“Even Jack!” She whispered with enthusiasm, trying to keep the others asleep but it was too late.

“Mommy!” Harper cried, pushing Derek away from her as she leaped into her mother’s arms.

“Hi sweetheart,” she couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she got smothered in hugs from the twins.

Spencer looked over at her then. Alice was snuggled into his neck, one hand on his shoulder, the other in his hair. She had always played with his hair every chance she could get. Especially whenever he held her or gave her a ride on his shoulders as they walked through the park.

“Hi,” Spencer smiled.

There he was, the love of her life. His smile made her feel at home, the love between them only growing every morning when they laid eyes on each other.

“Are you going to say hi to mommy?” Spencer asked Alice, rubbing her back softly.

She raised her hand to wave softly before dropping it back onto Spencer’s head with a smack, “ow?” He laughed lightly, making her bounce on his chest and laugh in response.

She was always quiet in the morning, leaving all the talking to her siblings. She was the calmest of them all, she was also the easiest of the 4 of them. She didn’t cry unless she was desperate for food or attention, she slept through the nights and was just all around not fussy at all. A literal blessing to their lives.

The twins were a lot, they knew they would be. She doesn’t miss the days and nights of them taking turns screaming. And she definitely doesn’t miss the ache of her body as two babies sucked her dry for almost 6 months. Breastfeeding kicked her ass the most, eventually making her lose too much weight and faint from low blood pressure, it sucked.

The outcome was beyond worth it. Derek and Harper were the craziest, funniest, loudest 6-year-olds in the whole world. If they weren’t writing a show, pretending to direct a spooky movie or pulling pranks on their father, they were planning to.

They had a specific dynamic, Harper was the planner and Derek was the do-er. Harper would come up with the sneakiest, worst ideas a child could have and somehow always managed to convince Derek to do it for her. A modern-day Jekyll and Hyde terrorized her home.

But Matthew, He was the sweetest. Being a single child till the age of 4 meant he was around Spencer and Y/N all the time, just the three of them. He’s shy but outgoing, he speaks his mind and he isn’t afraid to share his thoughts and feelings. He’s the best part of both of them but with all the confidence to follow his dreams. He was handsome and smart, he was sweet and kind, he was her baby. Forever and always, no matter how big he got.

He’s smart like Spencer, but not jumping through elementary school as fast. They agreed to let him decide when he turned 14. He deserved the chance to grow up with his own age group, to make friends and memories that were good and happy, to build the confidence to stand up for himself and others before he finished school. He didn’t mind it, he enjoyed helping other students when he finished his work early and asking for extra credit assignments.

And he liked being in class with Roz LaMontagne. They were smitten with each other from day one, always holding hands and playing nicely. JJ and Y/N always felt bad peeling them apart from each other at the end of a playdate, they were best friends.

It was like Roz had 2 older brothers with Henry and Matt, the 3 of them being so close in age they were often mistaken for triplets, with JJ and Y/N being their lesbian moms. It was a ruse that came in handy when they saw men checking them out, or when they wanted a family discount at the zoo.

Her life felt perfect, it was far from it in reality but she was happy with that. She worked long hours, her kids missed her every day, she didn’t see Spencer as often as she’d like and she was always tired. But that was what it took, she would work herself to the bone in an instant if it meant that she could come home and be snuggled like this every time.

“How was your week?” She asked Harper, brushing her strawberry blond hair behind her ear as she cuddled into her other side. Now having 3 children laying on top of her.

“Dad took us to the air and space museum,” Derek answered for her.

“No way!” Y/N enthused. “You need to tell me everything you learned!”

“The Museum is the largest of the Smithsonian's 19 museums and its Center for Earth and Planetary studies is one of the Institution's nine research centres. More than eight million people a year visit the Museum's two locations, making it one of the most visited museums in the country,” Matthew explained, remembering the sign at the entrance from memory.

“Wow, what was everyone’s favourite part? Maybe we can go again soon and you can all show me?” She suggested, riling them all up till they were bouncing on the mattress and screaming suggestions back and forth.

“Okay, okay,” Y/N settled them down. Watching them all sit-down and smile as they tried to stop laugh and listen. “Why don’t we go get breakfast and spend the morning together before we get ready to go to Aunt Penny’s party tonight okay?”

“I thought it was Uncle Dave's party?” Derek asked.

“It’s at his house but you know how aunt penny plans,” Y/N smiled at him. “How about you all go get dressed and pick something nice to wear while I talk to your dad for a bit?”

“Anything I want to wear?” Harper questioned her, very serious.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head, “something nice, but yes your choice.”

“Yes!” Harper screamed, hopping off the bed making the whole room shake as she ran down the hall. The sound of her bare feet slapping the hardwood carrying through the hallway in an echo.

“Matty, I’ll dress Alice, can you just watch her for a minute?” Spencer asked as he placed Alice in the middle of the bed.

“Sure,” Matthew smiled. “Come on Ali, I’ll read you a book?”

She put her arms out for her brother to carry her, and soon enough it was just Spencer and Y/N all alone again. Spencer and her both falling back against the pillows and sighing in the quiet.

Spencer pulled her into a hug, wrapping himself around her as he kissed her cheek, “I missed you so much, I hate when you’re gone.”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you,” she said softly. “I got a job offer last night, and I think I’m going to take it.”

“What is it?”

“VICAP and the BAU are merging, even more, I’ve been asked to be the Chief of VICAP to personally overview the program and pass the information along to Prentiss,” She explained. “It would be a 9-5 thing, 5 days a week. I’d be home for dinner and all weekend long. We could have another baby or go on vacation? You know the possibilities are endless.”

Spencer kissed her again, “you’d be able to help people and be home all the time.”

“Exactly,” she smiled into his embrace. “I told them I’d let them know later today, they want me to start next month.”

“Follow your gut,” Spencer whispered, happy at the decision she was making either way.

“My gut is currently saying ‘feeeeed meeee’, so let’s get going!” She cheered as she tried to escape from his embrace.

He just held on tighter, tickling her stomach and kissing her neck, “help!” She cried, joking obviously and the kids knew that. Sure enough, 4 pairs of feet came running back into their room, dog piling them.

“I said help! Not suffocate me?!” She teased them as Spencer let her go, each taking a child and tickling them instead. Everyone was screaming again, giggling from deep in their stomach, feeling sick from how happy they were.

She loved every moment of it.

—

After 10 years, the BAU had gone through a lot of changes. Everyone seemed to come and go at least once, some leaving for good when their families started. But there were a lot of new faces now, once someone was on the team they were family.

It was a rare occasion for everyone to get together, especially now that almost everyone had kids. Spencer and Y/N went from being the 2nd set of parents to aunty and uncle to 8 kids in 10 years.

That meant that there were currently 12 screaming kids terrorizing Rossi’s beautiful backyard as the adults sat around the fire. “Please tell me no one here has a baby announcement to make, I don’t think I can handle a thirteenth,” Rossi complained, grey hair making him look more like papa Rossi than uncle Dave now.

“No,” everyone said in unison, laughing at the abundantly clear meaning. They were all too tired to do it all again.

“Like Spencer’s mom said, why have another when you can stop at perfection?” Emily joked as she leaned into Noelle’s embrace. “PJ is the best little guy in the world.”

“Spencer makes some great kids,” Y/N laughed. Remembering that time Emily nervously asked them if Spencer would be the donor for her child. Wanting her kid to be born with the best DNA she could think of.

“That he does,” Noelle smiled, looking into the yard to see PJ, Michael and Hank roughhousing like they always were.

They all had kids fairly close together, always making sure each new member of the BAU's gifted children program had friends who were more like family in their lives. Their small chosen family expanded not only in size but with the amount of love they shared for each other.

Henry was 12 now, Jack 15. They had always gotten along well together, being a little more on the nerdy side. They welcomed Matthew into their little group with open arms, as well as Roz.

Hotch ended up becoming Section Chief, taking a desk job so that he could spend more time with his family. They welcomed Jessie 6 years ago, right around the time Y/N had the twins. She was a spitting image of Haley with all the stern seriousness of Hotch. Seeing her and Harper try and work together was always funny. Harper and Derek were always trying to start shit somewhere, while Jessie ran to Y/N to tattle on them. It was the funniest dynamic out of all the age groups, and it was only going to get worse as they grew up.

“I don’t know,” Y/N sighed, looking at her kids as they all smiled and laughed. The joy they brought her was unimaginable, “I think 5 would be interesting.”

“You’re a psycho, and I should know, I’m an expert,” JJ just shook her head, blinking at the craziness. “I can barely handle 3.”

“Alice was so easy though,” she whined. “All of them were good, I miss having a baby who wanted to cuddle with me. It’s not fair Spencer gets all the attention now.”

“You could always quit, they’d love that,” he teased her softly, not wanting to wake Alice as she slept on him, tired from playing with everyone during the afternoon.

“My new position is going to be better for us,” she smirked.

“What position?” Penelope yelled at her.

“I’m going to be the VICAP unit chief,” she smiled, watching them all light up as they congratulated her. Starling the sleeping Alice on Spencer’s chest.

“I think I’ve done enough fieldwork, I’d like to cook more dinners and read more bedtime stories now,” she smiled. “I never thought I’d say that.”

“I don’t think any of us did,” Haley added. “I never expected Aaron to slow down, but when he did I think it was the best thing he chose to do. Jack and Jessie love having him around all the time.”

“To 10 plus years on the job, 10 years of friendship and the 12 new lives we brought into this world,” Y/N said as she lifted her can of ginger-ale, everyone following with their own drinks.

“To family,” Prentiss added.

“To family,” they all repeated.

Taking a sip before smiling at each other, everything ended up okay. It was more than they ever expected, and everything they hoped for.

—

The kids all fell asleep on the ride home. Spencer and Y/N each taking one of the twins upstairs first, placing them in their beds softly before returning to the garage for the others. Finding Matthew trying to carefully bring Alice inside to help his parents.

“Hey Matty it’s okay,” Spencer whispered, placing a hand on his back. “you go inside with your mom and I’ll take care of this.”

“Okay,” he replied, extremely tired as his eyelids drooped.

Y/N wrapped her arm around his shoulders, he was almost as tall as her already and she wasn’t ready for that. “Come on my baby,” she whispered as she led him into the house and up the stairs.

She helped him change into a pair of pyjamas before helping him into his bed, covering him in his adorable planet-covered sheets. She tucked him in nice a snug before sitting on the edge, looking down at him as he closed his eyes and settled in.

She brushed his brown curls off his face, making way for the kiss she was about to leave on his forehead. “Goodnight my Matty Magoo, I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you to the edge of the milky way,” he replied with a small smile. “I’m excited for you to be home more. Dad worries about you and it makes him sad, I like seeing you both happy together.” He rambled all his thoughts out at night just like Spencer did.

She kissed his head softly, holding his cheeks in her hand as she looked into his beautiful brown eyes. “You are so sweet, have a good sleep and I will see you tomorrow. I love you.” She told him again, and she’d tell him a million more times if she could.

“I love you, too, mom,” he smiled one last time before closing his eyes.

She shut off his lamp, closing his door on the way out.

She stood in the hallway then, a hand on her heart as she thought about just how much she loved him. JJ wasn’t kidding when she said you grow a love so big you’d kill for them.

Back in the twin’s room, she made sure they were comfortable for the night, taking Harper out of the crazy dress and pants she picked out for the day. Tucking both of them into their little beds, kissing their heads before turning on their nightlight. They didn’t like the dark, and they liked to keep their door open a little so buddy could sneak in.

In her own room, she found Spencer in bed, shirtless with a book. He got sexier as he got older, it was impossible and yet it happened. Every year he looked different, in a wonderful way.

His hair was fluffy, his tummy was fuller— a dad bod as Penelope would call it. He wore glasses all the time now, having a hard time reading without them. It made him incredibly hot.

She changed into a cute pyjama set, satin shorts and a spaghetti strap top, wanting to get his attention away from whatever book he found this time.

She could feel his eyes on her as she changed, not wanting to look at him and make him stop.

He put his book down when she got in beside him, still on the right side after all these years. “What?” She asked him as he kept staring at her.

“Were you serious?”

“Yes I do think you’re sexy, I didn’t think you could read minds too?” She teased him.

“Funny,” he smiled at her. “Do you want another baby?”

She shrugged, “we could Russian roulette this and just see if it happens?”

“Seriously?” His voice dropped, softer than normal. “Because I would have 16 more kids with you if you wanted. They’re all so amazing, every time.”

“I know,” she felt her heart melt. “Matthew said you get sad when I’m not here, he worries for you.”

“All week, Harper wore her regular outfits because she likes making you laugh with her silly ones,” Spencer told her. They liked to share secrets about their kids at night. Basically profiling them.

“I love them,” her heart felt like it was going to burst.

“Come here,” Spencer requested, waiting for her to sit on his hips and look down into his eyes like she always did. She brushed the hair off his face, holding his cheeks in her hands.

His eyes are so much like Matthews, but it was Alice who looked the most like him. She had his nose, his chin, she was tall and skinny and just the most adorable copy of him. Every feature on him was in one of their kids, he saw the same thing in her.

“Are you sure?” She asked him softly.

“The only thing in the whole world that I know for certain is that I love you and this family. Even gravity is simply a hypothetical, but you and me… I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” his words soft and his expression softer.

She kissed him, pressing her lips against his for the first time in a while. It always felt like coming home, this was where she was meant to be.

When she pulled back all she wanted to do was look at him for a minute, to imagine what new little face the two of them could make together. All 4 of their children were so perfect, she couldn’t imagine a 5th possibility.

“Put a baby in me,” She whispered.

She didn’t have to tell him twice, he reached over to the night table to turn off the light before kissing her neck softly. His big, warm hands wrapped around her back, pulling her in closer to him.

He was so much different now from the first time they did this. Confident, stronger, older, but he was still her soft boy. He held her with care, kissed her like she was made out of glass. The contrast of his actions and the feeling of his rough hands on her body made her feel like she was on fire.

He pushed the straps of her shirt off her shoulders, dipping her back a little so he could kiss her cheek. He pushed her shirt down, freeing one of her breasts, holding it softly in his hands before kissing the newly exposed skin.

His tongue swiped across her nipple, making her gasp and grip his arm as she rutted into the feeling. He cradled her head in his hands, laying her back with her head now at the foot of the bed.

Still, between her legs, he pulled the satin shorts down slowly to see she never wore any underwear under them. He smirked, running his finger softly over her vagina, watching in awe as she spread her legs wider for him.

She could see how hard he was, his erection making a tent in his boxers as he teased her softly. “Still so perfect,” he praised her. “Look how tight you are, sucking my finger inside that tight heat.”

She tightened around him on purpose then, feeling his finger slip in even more. “Fuck,” he gasped. Moving down more to place a kiss on her clit.

Her breathing picked up then, even after 11 years of sex with this man, the thought of his tongue on her still made her shiver. He was just that good, always getting better every time he dove face-first into her.

Her back arched the second his tongue connected with her clit. Pushing herself into his tongue more and more as he explored her. Two fingers were inside of her now, Spencer’s mouth kissing and sucking and licking every single inch of her pussy as she quietly gasped into the darkness.

She wanted to scream for more, she always did, but she couldn’t anymore. There were 4 sets of ears just down the hall trying to have a peaceful night’s sleep, she had to remind herself of that every time.

“Fuck, Spencer,” she whispered, biting her lip so nothing else slipped out.

“What?” He whispered against her skin, kissing her groin and lower tummy.

“Please,” she begged softly, sitting up and climbing onto his lap once more. “Daddy?”

It had been years since she said that to him, not able to utter the words once he actually became a father. It lit a fire in him, pulling her in closer before he ripped the shirt off her body.

He held her against him, kissing her neck as he basically growled at the feeling. Becoming almost feral with the thought of fucking her. She was in love with the feeling, when he got rough with her it was the best.

She enjoyed every second of it, knowing she’d wake up in the morning with beard burn on her neck and between her thighs, not giving a single fuck. It was so worth it, the tickle of his facial hair on her skin beside his mouth, she craved it.

“I need you out of those boxers, sir,” she panted, holding his hair as he continued to kiss her neck.

He pulled off her, looking at her in the darkness with lust-filled eyes. “Lay back,” he instructed her.

She always listened, laying back against the pillows as he freed himself from the confines of his underwear. Crawling on top of her and hovering slightly as he looked down at her. He brushed her hair off her face, kissing her lips lightly before smiling.

“Tell me again what you want?”

She smirked, “I want you to put a baby in me, fill me up. Let me make you a daddy again?”

The noise that left his throat was enough to make her clit twitch again, it was deep and guttural and beyond sexy. He became an animal on nights like this.

She spread her legs again, wrapping her knees around him as he pulled him in against her body. “Fuck me, Spencer.”

He lined himself up with her quickly, dragging the head of his cock through her folds a few times before he began to push in. Little by little, achingly slow. Teasing her, knowing just how badly she wanted him to pound into her.

“Yes,” she sighed as he bottomed out, dropping her head back against the pillow softly.

Her hands roamed his back, waiting for him to start to move again. Digging her nails in when he finally did, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with effort.

“Ah,” she moaned softly, covering her own mouth as he started to move faster.

“Shhh,” he reminded her, kissing her neck again as he found his rhythm.

“Shut up and fuck me then,” she sounded desperate. “Please,” she added. Not wanting him to stop out of spite.

“Shut up and take it,” he ordered, placing his own hand over her mouth as he fucked her harder.

She couldn’t believe it, he was holding one hand over her mouth while his other reached for her clit, making her jolt forward at the contact. It was everything she wanted, it was rough and powerful and just the best reminder that she belonged to him.

Spencer was hers, she was his, they created this entire world together. She felt so overwhelmed, she wasn’t aware that she was crying at the pleasure till Spencer moved his hand off her mouth to wipe off a tear.

“Keep going,” she encouraged him. “Please, please.”

“Shhh,” he soothed her, “I’m going to make you feel so good bunny, you’re going to be so full, so beautiful carrying another one of our babies.”

That did it for her, she tilted her head back as she arched her back. Pulling Spencer’s fingers into her mouth so that she wouldn’t moan too loud as she came on his cock.

Spencer shuttered at the feeling, fucking into her with vigour as he tried to hold in his own moans. Sounding more like a whimper when he finally came, spilling into her with the force of a Mack truck.

He dropped against her body then, breathing deep into her neck. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, holding him inside of her so nothing slipped out. “Fuck.”

“I love you,” Spencer breathed against her skin.

She ran her fingers through his hair softly before kissing his forehead. “I love you more.”

They stayed like that for a while, only pulling apart finally to get cleaned up. Spencer turned back on the light, helping her to the bathroom quietly before stripping the sheets off the bed.

She returned to a freshly made bed and a dressed Spencer waiting for her. She put her shorts and a t-shirt back on, slipping into bed and cuddling into him once more. Having to look presentable for when the kids eventually came running into their room at 7 am.

She sighed into his embrace, smiling softly against his skin. “What was that Buddha quote you told me all those years ago?”

“When you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making. So always appreciate and be kind to each other,” Spencer replied softly.

“Goodnight, Spence,” she kissed his jaw softly as she snuggled in closer.

“Goodnight, bunny.”

the end

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