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[gumballavocadoharry]

An old affair: Jack Chambers:

Clinks of wine glasses, pops of champagne bottles and the chatter and laughter of the dining room was a typical treat for the Chambers. This was Alice and Susan's time to don their best evening dresses and jewelry and a time for Roger and Jack to suit up in their best tuxedos, accessorized with customed watches.

Two glasses of wine, one glass of iced tea with lemon and another of cola. The appetizers had arrived along with everyone's ideas for dinner time chatter. Alice went on about how Bunny had asked her to spend a weekend together in the Netherlands for a girl's trip. Alice expected Jack to show some apprehension, to protest his wife leaving all the domestic work and the child rearing for the weekend for himself alone- not that he didn't enjoy it, but that it was a handful already for the couple alone, Jack only imagined how it was when he was solo in running through the house chasing Roger to get him to take a bath.

Roger's giggles filled the house at every corner. Meanwhile, Jack had swore he put his back out grabbing the ankles of his kiddie, wrestling him out from under the bed. By the time bedtime had arrived, Jack had little energy to fight with Roger about how many stories should be read. So, he read six of them before passing out on the couch for an hour before dragging his body up to his room at one in the morning.

But instead, Jack just admired his wife. Her dainty, delicate neck that donned a gold necklace that matched her fancy ruby gold ring. Her blonde hair tussled to the side to highlight the dangling rose colored earring with gold trimming around them. Her wrist reached for her wine glass, sipping lightly and elegantly like a poise mannequin or ancient painting that abstracted the impression of everything a woman should represent. And Alice was exactly that. Jack pressed a gentle peck to her cheek, not able to resist the air of laud that suffocated him.

"Jack?" His head shot up to a tall sandy brunette headed woman with the most bewitching eyes. Her tight fitted maroon dress hugged her slender curves and arched legs that seemed to cup perfectly together without one pinch of imperfection. In the eyes of young Roger, this woman had walked right off a magazine cover. Her smile widened to show her pearly straight teeth, "Jack Chambers, is that you?" Jack could feel his wife's body stiffen.

This woman ran closer, now standing above their table, "Jack, it's me, Sandra. Remember, from Manhattan?" Her accent rang between an ounce of Brooklyn mixed with a European blend. What the man didn't expect was for this woman to throw her arms around him with such a quickness. She held him like this for a few minutes, making Jack's cheeks flustered and sweaty and Alice's jaw clench and her knuckles turn a boney white.

Jack cleared his throat, scanned the table and introduced Sandra. "Oh, is this your family? They're lovely!" Alice's pinched tight smile yet glaring eyes didn't seem to rattle Sandra....in fact she upped her introduction. "I used to see Jack around the corridors in University- remember that, Jack? Oh, he was Mr. Wattson's favorite student...so smart and funny. He knew how to make all the girl's go for him- there was one girl, May, remember her Jack? You and her-"

"Oh yeah, she was my science partner while we were learning about mechanical techniques." Jack's throat felt white and dry. He knew May, very well and wanted to one day be someone he could forget about.

"Yeah...It was nice seeing you, Sandra." Jack wanted this woman away from the table as soon as he could get her. Alice was a quiet woman with an active mind. Of course, she knew Jack was faithful, she just hated Sandra. Everything about her: her body, her thick hair cut into this shoulder length curly and her walk that seemed to make men stare every time she passed them with her behind jiggling more than it should've.

But she was gone now. She was polite, but insolent. Impudent, coming over and flaunting herself like that in front of another woman's children. "Jack, who was she?" Alice's eyes held gripe and resentment that bubbled and brimmed through her stare like cold ice to warm skin.

"She was a classmate back in Manhattan when I was in college. We knew each other from one of my friends, Daniel, I think." The peppy relaxing dinner was now full of tension and bubbling internal angst. Alice's tense silence was evident when her fork would stab her plate a little harder than normal. The screech and scrape jotted through Roger's ears like nails on a chalkboard. It made him cringe with every bite from his fork from his mother's hostility that she took out on her plate.

The car ride home was quiet, yet Susan and Roger's glances and looks to each other spoke loudly about what everyone had witnessed at the table. Alice stared blankly out her window, looking banal at all the speeding cars that whizzed past their car. The lights of streetlights and front porch hues, flickered off her irises, radiating a blue, then gray and then hazel shimmer off them. "How was dinner kids?" Jack's eyes still locked on the road; desperate to saw the thick heave of ice that wavered in the car. "It was really good!" Roger allowed Susan to speak for the both of them. Jack understood... Susan being the oldest knew how to assert a sense of reassurance that coupled for the both of them.

The minute Jack pulled into their driveway, Alice stepped out with the kids and asked them to enjoy Tv time downstairs before she dragged Jack up to their room.

"I wasn't looking her up and down, Alice! I wasn't looking at her at all! I wanted her to leave!" Alice sighed; rubbing her feet from the heels that she set aside her and adjusting her seating on the bed bench. "Well, everyone else was looking at her.... her throwing herself at you in front of our children. Disgusting!" She scoffed, "And why did she have to bring up May? Dumb slut-"

"Alice!" Alice looked down, cheeks flushed and fevering. Her mouth suddenly became dry and achy. Her eyes tried to brim with pity tears, but she quickly swiped them away like a gnat had landed on her. She didn't want Jack to see her pitiful jealousness, to her it was a weak insecurity and a slash to her collectedness.

"Baby?" Jack's voice so soft and warm, like a teddy bear. He was a teddy bear to Alice. So full of understanding and love...... she looked into his eyes with tears in her own. She raised her hands before sniffling away her angst. Alice let her blonde locks tickle her cheeks as she shot her head down to floor. Her hair was a curtain to cover the shameful guilt that leered into her like poison. And it was poison.

But.... a feeling of a large finger had pulled her hair to reveal her soft face. Then.... it wiped away a straying tear that strolled down across her left cheek.

"Jack.... who was she anyway? Beyond Daniel, I mean." Jack bit his lip before turning to Alice's green eyes. "A mutual friend from my friend, Daniel, at the time-" "Jack.... she hugged you and was very friendly with you than you were with her.... she's more than a mutual friend." "An ex... we had a small thing in college, but that was it! And besides, I broke it off because I found out she had cheated on me with this other guy- James Willings-"

Jack had disliked that guy a lot in college, flashing his expensive cars and watches- buying the woman he went with rings like broken promises were cheap.

"Your ex girlfriend?" Jack nodded. Alice put a hand to the bridge of her nose, "Jack, why didn't you tell me this before?" "Because, since the relationship- if you can call it that- was so short, I didn't think it would be relevant."

Alice stared at her nails, peeling off the artificial parts, "Did you ever kiss her? Or touch her?" Jack sat beside Alice. He took her chin into his palm, "We barely looked at each other, our relationship lasted two weeks at best. Promise." Alice smiled slightly, "I'm sorry babe. I shouldn't have kept that from you. I wanted to tell you at the table, but I didn't want the kids to know." Alice threw her arms around Jack's neck.

"I'm sorry too Jack. I know you didn't mean any harm. I love you,"

"I love you too honey."

Jack kissed Alice's cheek before pressing his forehead against hers. He looked into those lush kitten eyes that he fell for the day he met them. He saw future in them.... his future. No one else's but Alice's.

And only Alice's.

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[tpwkwriter]

PLEASEE do one when H and y/n are at Harrys DWD premier and Chris pine is very flirty with y/n and looky with her and harry just gets protective and does all the things he can do to prove to him that y/n is his, pleaseee that would be so cute

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Didn’t he just look so dreamy this day? 😭thanks for the request bc I’m actually crying of how cute this concept acc is😫 enjoy!❤️

PLEASE NOTE: I am aware Chris pine would never hit on a taken woman this is for story purposes only!!!!🫶🏼

Warnings: jealousy, cussing, some flirty behaviour, angstyyyy, upset Harry 😭, fluffy ending!!!

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It was a sunny day in Venice, the sky was a light blue, the sunshine was really doing its thing, it was a perfect day to be a plus one at Venice film festival.

When y/n heard about Harry’s upcoming physiological thriller ‘don’t worry darling’ she was ecstatic.

Every moment in his crazy career she was there for she hadn’t missed a a single thing.

“Y’not joining me for the carpet?” He asks realising her hand was no longer locked in his.

“This is your moment H, m’happy to watch” she smiled.

He glanced over to the carpet to which Chris pine, gemma chan and nick kroll were already occupying.

“I wouldn’t have done with film without you lovie, c’mon” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and taking her hand once more.

“Fine” she sighed.

When Harry revealed them from the black curtain that shielded them from the world, the mixed audience of fans, film enthusiasts, paparazzi and journalists, erupted into cheers and heckles.

“Harry, Harry over here!”

“Harry we have questions for you!”

And to y/n’s surprise even some directed to her.

“Y/n you look beautiful”

“Y/n are you proud of this movie”

In a loving and protective manner Harry slid his arm around the girls waist and guided her next to Chris for photos to be taken.

As the main cast/crew member pictures had been taken, Gemma went off to have an interview? Nick found himself speaking to Harry which left y/n and Chris still next to each other.

“You Look good y/n” Chris says turning to the girl now having his full attention.

“Oh Chris, thank you! You don’t scrub up to bad either!” She playful gested

“Y/n, Chris come over we have some questions!!” a male reporter chanted.

Chris placed his palm on the lower of y/n’s back and walked towards the reporter.

Harry took a glance back at where he thought y/n was, a panic filled his mind when he couldn’t see her or Chris.

“Don’t panic mate she’s right there with Chris” nick noted making him turn the opposite direction.

“How did you-?” He asked.

“I know you too well, she’s all you think about” nick laughed.

Harry turned to his girl who spoke to the microphone the man was holding towards her.

Watching her do the most simple stuff made Harry realise how lucky he truly was.

The only thing he was sure of is the eyes of the one and only Chris pine staring her down.

Now, Harry wasn’t normally a jealous type but when a man like Chris appears, he can’t help but feel like he has no chance.

“Yeah, no y/n has been great! She delivered us all hot coffee and if we were lucky then donuts” Chris laughs thinking about the fond memories there shared through the filming.

Chrises hand slowly rubbed up and down her exposed arm as she spoke.

That did not go unnoticed by Harry.

“But filming was super fun to watch and seeing the movie made it all really worth it! I mean everyone involved did great”

“And it’s amazing seeing the actors behind the-“

Harry had snaked his muscular arms around her waist forcing Chris’s to remove his, and pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“Oh hi Harry” she giggled

“Carry on Angel” he reassured.

“As I was saying yeah- um it was really interesting seeing behind the scenes”

Harry continued pressing mini kisses to her cheek and using his thumb to slowly trace her waist.

“The world is going to go crazy over this” the camera man laughed.

Y/n blushed and placed her hands on top of Harry’s.

Once the interview was over Harry pulled the girl close to his chest.

“Y’do know the world can see us” she said giving into his touch nonetheless.

“Oh well, at least the world know y’mine” he emphasised.

“Hey guys” a familiar deep voice chimed.

“Hey man” Harry replied reluctantly letting go of his girl.

“You 2 joining us for some fine dining?” He said straightening his blazer and hair.

“You up for it baby?” Harry asked looking back to his girl

“Oh yeah of course” she smiled.

“Great well I guess I’ll see you then!” He said patting her arm and heading off into the posh car to be taken to the location.

“God he has a thing for you” Harry said annoyingly with a roll to his eyes.

“Harry” she laughed

“Chris pine has a thing for me?” She continued.

“Mmm not sure about that love” she giggled.

Y/n wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I love you” she mumbled into his side.

“Love you too”

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The cast of ‘DWD’ sat around a table that was located in one of Venice’s fanciest restaurant and poshest experiences.

Y/n couldn’t deny Harry had looked devilishly handsome the whole day and despite being next to the idols like Chris and Nick she only had eyes for him and will only have eyes for him.

Y/n was sandwiches between Harry and Chris with jemma, Nick opposite with Florence and Sydney head of the table.

“I love the material of your dress y/n” Chris nonchalantly mumbled while running his fingers on the red satin dress.

“Yeah it’s nice right, don’t you look beautiful baby” Harry was quick to say pressing a kiss on her temple.

“Where is it from?” Chris asked.

“Oh this is-“ y/n started.

“This is Gucci isn’t it darling? My very own collection tailored and measured especially for her” Harry spoke.

“Yeah, yeah that he did” y/n bash fully laughed.

“Wow! That’s crazy, I’m invited actually to be one of Guccis models for next month’s catalog” Chris bragged maintaining eye contact with Harry.

“Maybe you two should do a fashion collab” y/n mentioned taking a sip of her wine.

“100%” Chris mumbled into his napkin that he delicately patted around his lips.

The rest of the night went down a blast the girls shared laughter and gossip as the evening went on, Harry and the rest of the boys managed to have a conversation and the dining experience itself was great.

Harry just couldn’t take his eyes off of what Chris was to do next.

While y/n was speaking to Gemma who was adjacent to her Harry noticed Chrises heart eyes.

“Oh it’s lovely, me and Harry went a few years back missed it ever since” she began

“Where’s this y/n?” Chris interrupted.

Harry noticed the sudden interruption due to him, he placed his palm on her knee and gave it a light squeeze in a way to show he’s sorry for the interruption.

“Oh just telling Gemma about almafi coast, me and H went a few years ago” she smiled turning back to hemme and continuing her story.

As y/n carried on her conversation, it was the little things that Harry noticed. The way Chris would look from her dress all the way to her eyes, the way he would bite his lip when he had his attention. It was driving him mad.

“And so i Definitely thin-“ y/n started

“Y/n, I have to say your looking beautiful tonight” Chris blurted.

“You interrupted her to say that?” Harry said placing his arm on the back of y/n’s chair and leaning forward to meet eyes with Chris.

“Harry-“ she warned.

“Is a compliment a bad thing?” He answered back.

The tone in the both the boys caused the table to turn to the three of them.

“When I’m right here yeah” Harry scoffed.

“Harry-baby-“

“All I’m doing is complimenting her, something I haven’t seen you do all night” he laughed, causing the rest of the table to watch in shock, those who knew Harry knew when it comes to his lovie there’s no messing.

“Chris” Nick gasped.

“M’not hearing this all night, I’ll be outside y/n” and with that Harry rose from his seat and made his way to the exit of the restaurant.

A cold chill blew over y/n’s spine, this escalated from 0-100 very quickly.

“All over a compliment?!” He laughed taking a swig of his whiskey.

“I should go see him-“ Nick offered.

“It’s fine” y/n sighed.

“I’ll go” she begins as she stands and grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder.

“Thanks for tonight guys” she said trying to be as friendly as she could.

“I’m sure he’s fine he’s just a bit stresse-“

“You don’t Need to explain yourself to us y/n, go find your man and keep us updated” Sydney said with Jemma and Flo nodding in agreement.

Y/n pushed the cold glass door open with her palm and slowly walked around the place in search of her boyfriend.

“Hey you” she said gently to the familiar figure that stood just by an alleyway.

“Fuck, love I’m so fucking sorry” he started.

“Hey hey hey” she said voice softening.

With a glance she could note the glossy eyes, without another word she wrapped her arms around his blazer clad waist, brung him in tightly.

“How about we get to the hotel and you can tell me what’s going on hey?” She offered using her fingers to play with the curls at the back of his head.

“Mmhmm” he hummed.

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The ride back to the hotel was silent but not at all uncomfortable or awkward y/n knew he was hurt by something and she was determined to find out before the night ended.

They checked back into there hotel rooms and much to Harry lamberts disgust there fancy clothes ended up remaining in the floor for the night.

Y/n changed into one of Harry’s hoodies and her joggers.

Y/n joined harry on the bed and immediately made her self comfy, and cuddled straight into him.

“What’s going on H” she lowly whispered.

“Feel like I don’t appreciate you enough” he started.

“Hmm?” She hummed confused

“All night he had something to say, ‘oh your dress’, ‘oh your makeup’ and I just, I don’t know, feel shitty” he said honestly.

“And every look he gave you, every compliment, every touch he gave you it just scares me” he said pushing his head into the nook of her shoulder.

“Scares you?” She asked.

“I can’t lose you y/n, and Chris being this admittedly handsome guy, and giving you so much more attention then I did, it’s understandable”

“Harry”

“Baby, never, ever worry about that, no Chris or any other person could ever take me away from you ever”

She traced the back of his neck with her gentle fingertips.

“Only have eyes for you my love, only for you, and I don’t need your affection to feel loved by you, knowing your next to me or even in my life makes me feel like the luckiest girl ever” she stated whole heartedly.

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[jarofstyles]

I’m Waiting, Darling

Long one, 4.8k!! A look at part 2 of our DWD-like universe

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CW: outdated societal views, misogyny, dom/sub dynamic, breeding kink, praise kink AND slight degrading kink (who could have guessed)

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Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock seemed to be taunting her now. 5 minutes until her husband’s time of arrival and she had the dinner table set up, her dress on and an anxiously excited heartbeat.

After the adventure of her failure to convince Harry to stay home this morning, she had taken his words to heart. She was a damn good girl. His shirts were hung to dry, pressed, put away. The large windows of their home were spotless and streakless. The kitchen was already cleaned from dinner besides the necessities set out on the table. The whole home was sparkling and dirt less, Y/N feeling rather motivated to have it perfect so when Harry arrived, every morsel of his attention could be on her.

She knew she was in for some fun with him considering he had reacted so strongly to her advances prior. She had almost cracked him, which meant if anything? He had spent the whole day thinking about her the way she had been thinking about him.

Y/N knew that her poor body was about to be sore. He would be wound up all day by said efforts and she was rather looking forward to it. It was the reason she decided to forgo her panties under her dress.

The plated dinners sat warm on the table when she jumped at the sound of the door opening. Shooting up, she walking towards the entryway, finding Harry taking off his shoes at the door. She had trained him well.

“Hi, darling.” She greeted, looking at him lovingly. His head turned to her with a smaller smile on his face, allowing her to take the briefcase and tuck it into the closet. He gave a quiet thanks before he turned to face her fully, allowing her to step to him for an embrace.

Her husband still managed to smell incredible after an entire day. His warm hands settling on her waist and the back of her head made her sigh dreamily, nuzzling slightly into his shirt as the anxiety from before melted away. His lips brushed her forehead again, this time the evidence of his 5 o’clock shadow tickled her skin. It was so innocent, a chaste kiss to her head, but the reminder of the fact that soon that stubble would be all over her… God.

“I missed you today. I miss you every day.” Her quiet voice made his slightly tense shoulders relax a little bit. Her soft words always did have an effect on his mood. She was proud that she was able to manage to get him to relax a bit just with her compassion. His hand stroked down her hair, squeezing her tighter to his form as he gently swayed them back and forth. Allowing the day’s stress to melt off his bones a bit.

“I miss you too.” He replied earnestly. “It smells amazing in here. I’ve got the best wife.” His body pulled back slightly, grabbing hold of her chin to command her gaze again. His features schooled, examining her soft expression before he asked. “We’re you my good girl today? Did as I like?”

A shiver washed over her, eyes dewy as she nodded against his hand. After all, she had been a good girl. The best, even, Harry relaxed again as he pressed a chaste kiss to her pouty mouth, sucking ever so lightly on her bottom lip before pulling back with a soft ‘pop’ noise. “I knew you would. My perfect little Darling.” He released her before stepping back to hand her his coat to hang up. Y/N perked up at the praise, happy to have pleased him so thoroughly. Her head was still reeling from the kiss though. It never got old.

Harry was pleased with the dinner, as always. Y/N knew how to make his favorites in all the ways he loved and made it a mission to center things around his personal taste, which was good considering she wasn’t all too picky. Y/N’s vice was sweets, which she always had freshly baked every day. Her favorite pastime was using the cookbooks Harry would gift her because he knew of her passion.

She couldn’t ignore the slight tension though. It wasn’t an unfamiliar one, no, it was all too recognizable. The impending crack of Harry’s resolve, knowing that she would end up on her knees or bent over something sooner rather than later. Y/N wasn’t going to pretend she hadn’t felt his semi hard cock pressed against her earlier. Her assumptions has been correct in the idea he had been working all day long. This would be good for her sexual appetite which no dinner could fix, but hard on her body tomorrow. She would ache, that delicious after sex ache that reminded her every time she knelt or sat that her man was far more capable of giving her pleasure than anyone else ever could have been.

They had lighthearted chatter about their days, Y/N proudly listing off the things she had done to be met with genuine praise from Harry about how much he appreciated what a beautiful house she kept. How happy he was that she enjoyed their life together and wanted to be home for him. Y/N preened, glowed the entire dinner, which seemed to only inflate his cheerful mood. He had talked lightly about work but he wasn’t one to ever go to far into detail about it. It was always said that he liked to come home and not think too much about files or data and Y/N always wanted to support what he wanted, thus she didn’t press.

“Darling?” His voice called to her from the doorway. She placed the dishes down into the sink and turned to face him, a kind expectant look on her face.

“Yes?”

“Can you follow me upstairs? I need some help with something.” His tone was even, but she could see the promise written in the air. Alread. Harry couldn’t wait until bedtime. He didn’t even bother watching his nightly news show, or take out the trash. He wanted her now.

“Of course.” His hand was laid out for her to grab, loosely held in his own as they climbed the stairs with her in tow. Not stopping once until they reached the bedroom. Her husband made his way towards the closet door, pausing as he looked down at her. His beautiful, beautiful wife. His prize, his tender hearted little Darling.

“Undress me, please.” His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was firm. Y/N could see right through it, the tells all in place to let her know that he was in a whole other headspace.

“I’d love to.”

Delicate fingers were slow, unclipping his tie clip and placing it on the basket. Her deep, shuddering breath would clue him into just how in tune she was with him- not that it would be too difficult to tell. His pants did little to hide the bulge of his erection, which was definitely making it difficult for her to behave.

It was silent besides the quiet play of the radio downstairs faintly audible. Her hands smoothed up his pristine white shirt, nails gently scratching his chest as she did so. He swallowed at the feeling, watching her hands expertly begin to undo the tie.

The tension was hot. Heavy. She was feeling hot under her skin, throbbing between her thighs. Wetness having made a mess underneath her dress from her wild decision to go without anything else underneath. It was scandalous, erotic, knowing Harry was in danger of finding this out in mere moments. His intense stare at her as she let her eyes wander over his broad chest, his strong arms… She wanted to play his game.

The tie was undone, each side in one hand as their eyes met again. The carnal desire was in his green, darker than the dusty olive they normally were. He wanted her. It was written all over his face as she gently pulled the tie, bringing him closer to her with the cloth. It pulled him by the neck, his hand steadying on her waist as his eyes scanned her. Molten stares melting her in place as his gaze dipped down to her breasts, her top a bit lower than it had been at dinner, to her lips which were slightly swollen from her biting at them, to her eyes. Those beautiful eyes he loved so much, keeping his as she tilted her chin up and pressed those soft breasts against his chest, hair falling off her neck as she arched into him.

It was the loudest silence she had ever heard. The tightness in the room pullled as taught as it could go, words failing to properly convey the desire filling the room so densely it almost choked her. There was a promise in his energy. A raw, aching, impure promise that was almost to its end.

And then it snapped.

There was barely time to blink as his mouth was hot on hers, growling as he started the kiss off rough. Untamed, unlike his usual caution, he took. God, if it wasn’t one of the hottest things she had ever experienced in her life. The taste of his tongue in her mouth, her hands dropping the tie and going for his hair as she moaned into the embrace. He had her knees weakening, dipping into him so much that he gripped her body and sat her against the dresser. Wet, needy kissed being stolen from her mouth as his hands wandered her body. Moving up and gripping her thighs, spreading them as he took his spot to stand in front of them.

“All day.” He rasped, moving his kissed from her mouth to her jaw. “All fucking day, I was thinking about you bent over the counter in my shirt. Little tease.” Her whimper only fueled him as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the hinge of her jaw. “Sent me off to work with my cock aching for you, couldn’t get you off my mind. Had half a mind to take care of it in the bathroom stall, thinking about how perfect my mark looked on you… But I knew you’d be disappointed if I came home without the cum you wanted.”

His filthy mouth wasn’t a new thing to her but it managed to make her shocked every time. The lewd things that fell from her prim and proper husband’s devastatingly gorgeous lips never ceased to amaze and arouse her. No one else would be able to understand just what it did to her. It was a good thing Harry knew her inside and out.

“You could have stayed home.” She breathed, arching her body into his as his lip attacked her neck with a passion, leaving wet, sloppy kisses all over the expanse of sensitive skin. “I would have taken care of you. I just want to be a good wife, Harry… Would have done anything you wanted.” It was true. Of course, she wouldn’t admit to anyone else that she was a complete and total whore for him, but Harry was please enough to know just how weak she was for him. It made him feel better about his own weakness for the woman.

“Yeah, you would have liked that, hm? Having me stay home, let you service my cock? S’that what it was, Darling?” He cooed, biting down on the curve of her neck meeting shoulder. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, a loud gasp leaving her throat as he bit down. The pain had her cunt fluttering around nothing at all, and the moment harry got down there would make it obvious just how true that statement was.

“I wanted.. wanted you to stay home and cuddle with me… and fuck me. Wanted to take care of you, cook for you… make you spoiled like you spoil me.” Her voice raised an ocatave as he began to suck on the skin. It hurt in the most exquisite way, knowing he was making a large mark on her. She would need to cover it or risk everyone knowing but she had a feeling that was harry’s goal. “Oh- oh god, that’s going to be seen.”

“That’s the point. Ran out in my shirt only this morning like a little slut.” He hissed, moving Down to a new spot. “If everybody is going to know you’re a slut… better make sure they know you’re mine. My well fucked, beautiful little whore.”

The wicked words had her simpering. He was right. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, breath stolen from the scalding thoughts. “I’m sorry.” Her attempt at an apology was cut off by another gasp as he dug his teeth into another spot. “Fuck, Harry.”

“Filthy words for a filthy girl.” He smirked, sucking on the bite mark again. “Should have stayed home and used your mouth to keep me warm while I finished that crossword. You love being on your knees for me, don’t you Darling?” His lips made their trail south, tugging roughly on the top of her dress to expose her breasts to him. Immediately his lips found his mark from the night prior, licking over it obscenely. Y/N moaned, clutching at him like a lifeline at the rough treatment. “Or maybe I should have had you sit in my lap, tucked my cock inside of you while I finished it, hm? Could try and help me with that pretty little mind, and keep me happy with that precious cunt.”

Her head was foggy as he spoke, nipping at the supple flesh in between words. His blazing stare met hers as he sucked one of her nipples right into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as she cried out. One thing about her husband was that he was generous with his tongue. In all circumstances. His hand held the other breast, thumbing over the other nipple before pulling back with a pop to switch. A heady growl made her eyes roll back, pinching the wet nipple with his fingers and pulling a little bit. The action sent her into a new space, knowing how badly she needed him.

“Please, please Harry.” She pleaded. “I would have done it. Would have let you use me all day long- I just want to make you happy. Please fuck me.” There was no pride for her to swallow here. There was only hunger for him.

Of course, he wouldn't make it that easy. His mouth moved from her nipple, licking away the string of saliva he left behind with a coo. “Oh, baby. I know you would. You always let me use this perfect body for whatever I want. You’re my wife for a reason, yeah?” He sunk down to his knees, leaning her panting as those large, warm hands began to lift up the skirts of her dress. Starting at the knees, she watched as he brought one further up and kissed her thighs. “Never.. get…tired… of you.” His kiss ended in another nip to her inner thigh, making her body jolt.

It was when he finally lifted her skirt up properly that he stopped his kisses. A sharp inhale was taken as his hands slowly pushed it up further, looking at her bare, wet cunt with a smoldering glare before transferring it up her her eyes. “Did you…” his rough voice cut right into her in the best way. “Go all day without anything on?” His face was almost showing agony, realizing he had went the whole day at work while she had been at home, just like this.

“Yes.” Her breathy reply hit him. “You could have benefitted… I was simply too worked up this morning.” Her hands stroked the hair that had fallen out of its worked fashion. “I didn’t want to keep changing them. So I went without. Besides…” she pulled his head to look at her. “One less thing for you to take off.”

“Fuck me.” He croaked, taking a hand from his head and making her hold the dress up. “Keep this up. You’re a mess. I need my dessert.” His words barely has time to hit her before he was on her. Wet tongue lapping hungrily over her slit, her hips jerking as he lost his control. There was no mercy just in this, and Y/N knew it meant thoughts and prayers were needed for her poor pussy later. She could barely keep her eyes open.

Her clit pulsed as her husband licked over it, groaning loudly as he held her thighs open for him. Her habit of squishing his head and using her thighs as earmuffs was too predictable now, and he wanted no limit. He could feel it against his tongue, giving thorough licks from drippy little hole back up to clit to try and get the sweeet taste of her memorized on his tongue. He was ignoring the throbbing in his own pants because right now, all that mattered was the mess he had to clean up and his favorite dessert being held open for him. “Fucking love this cunt.” He muttered against it, flicking his tongue back and forth in just the right way. Y/N squealed, holding on to his hair with one hand and struggled to keep her dress up in the other.

“Oh god, ooh god..” she panted, chest hot with pleasure as his tongue worked its way expertly on her. He knew how to lick her up, how to make her twitch, and each tiny push of his tongue into her entrance had her thighs quivering in his hold. “You make me so wet.” Her confession was met with a muffled chuckle, a deeper lick and her head thumping back against the wall. She had to have been blessed in a past life, feeling his tongue do the work. The man had no fear, nuzzling his face right into it as hos nose bumped her sensitive clit. He would easily be able to make her cum just by the repetitive movement his tongue was making right over her right now, but he had other plans.

He stood up with a wet face, not bothering to wipe her arousal from his chin as he kissed her again. “Taste it.” He snarled. “Taste how sweet you are.” Y/N was pathetic, grappling his hands around his neck and kissing him deeply. His mission to cover tongue with the sweet tang he loved so much being easily accomplished. No one had ever tasted so good. His hands grabbed under her thighs, picking her up to carry her the few feet to their bed.

It was a lewd sight. Y/N crumbled on the bed, thighs spread out and bare cunt and breasts on display for him. The most enticing thing he ever saw, his wife. His. Laid out just for his pleasure, looking up at his with desperation to make her cum. He always did, doing his duty as a husband. Providing her with a home, a heart, and orgasms. “God… look at you.” He saddled up between her legs again, hands gripping his belt as he began to undo it. “My pretty girl. Perfect little housewife, even better whore for me. Drive me absolutely mad, made me wait all day for you… you’re so greedy. But you’re lucky I’m just the same.” The sound of his belt being pulled through the loops sent anticipation through her body, watching him in hope. “And now you’re laid out for me, looking like a dream. I’m going to ruin you, my Darling.” His tone was loving, contradicting his threat. “M’gonna have to stay home tomorrow. Considering you’ll be useless for anything other than sucking me off. But I don't mind.” He shrugged, letting the clink of the belt falling on the carpet answer for him.

“I can cook for you, for a day. I can clean. But nothing compares to the feeling of your tight, wet cunt squeezing around me. Nothing sounds as good as your pathetic, sweet little cries every time my cock hits that spot.” The button to his pants unclipped, the slow drag of his zipper. He couldn’t bother getting fully undressed with the treat in front of him, letting only the pants fall to the floor as his shirt covered body knelt on the bed. “So I’m going to take my prize. Stuff you full of my cum and cock… and then I’m going to do it again and again until you can’t breathe.”

His hands caressed her thighs as they stayed spread open for her, sighing quietly as he abruptly tugged her closer to him. “Don’t be shy, darling. Moan for the neighbors to hear. They eat later than us so.. they can have dinner and a show.” His nasty smirk had her swallowing again, jolting as he fisted his cock and smacked it against her cunt. “Fuck.” He hissed, dragging it down to get the tip slippery. “Hold on, baby.”

It was then that she was full. The air stolen from her lungs as Harry slammed inside of her without warning. There was no time to scream, and the bite of pain was overcome with the pleasure of being stretched. His finger circling her clit as he watched her swallow him up, fluttering around him.

A stuttered breath left her throat as he wrapped a hand around her throat, dark green penetrating her gaze as the stretch of his cock made sparks of heat prickle down her spine. She was incredibly wet, not at all hard to get into but she was tight. Harry was quite gifted, and regardless of how many times he had been inside of her, it didn’t get old.

“H-Har-“ she tried to say his name, failing when he pulled out and thrust back in. The action was repeated, eyes on the glistening of his cock. She coated him in the taste he loved so much, making him groan as the perfect little thing pulled him in deeper, legs hooking around his waist.

There wasn’t much better than seeing his wife being pleasured. Those stunning eyes rolled back, his hand wrapped around her throat as he could feel her every breath. Her hands fisting the blankets as his held himself up above her, grunting with each heavy thrust. This was a long time due. He should have just stayed home today and had this, unlimited sex on tap because his wife simply craved him and his presence. If his work ethic wasn’t so strong he would be worried, considering his favorite place in the world was buried deep inside of her, but he had to indulge.

“That’s my perfect wife.” The rough words had her clenching around him, legs tightly secured to his body, keeping him as close as possible. Each thrust sent her jolting on the bed, almost a punishment for the temptation she had provided early in the day and a loss of what could have been. “Just lay there and take it. Jus’ like you were always meant to do for me.”

Harry was gorgeous like this. It was so unusual to see him unhinged, but she had broken the seal today. His teeth grit together, eyes wild, that perfect hair falling into his face as he worked himself into her. She could feel herself contracting around him, getting even more wet with every thrust. The sounds were filthy, the wet thump of his heavy balls against her ass, the slick squelch of each time he entered her, his deep grunts and groans mixed with her wanton whimpers… their passion was erotic, raunchy, and neither of them could get enough.

“Oh, oh… Harry.” She keened, pressing herself up into him. He had gotten the place he had wanted to be at, not minding the bed from knocking against the wall or the alarm clock falling to the floor. He had found the spot, continuing the rough thrusts as she writhed underneath him. “Thank you, thank you, yes… I love it. I love when you take me. I’m yours.”

The babbles were encouragement, Harry’s brow prickling with sweat as the grip on her throat tightened. Holding himself up with one arm, he bent down slightly to catch her mouth, tasting her tongue as the symphony of their sex got louder. Her repetitive whimpers against his mouth, the bang getting harder against the wall, his growling exhale as he ripped his mouth away from hers, ignoring the string of spit connecting their swollen lips.

“You’ll always be mine. Until the end of fucking… time.” Something lit him up, thrusts fast and hard as her thighs began to tremble. “Never fucking forget that. This body belongs to me. That mouth… these hands… that perfect fucking pussy… every bit of your pleasure” he snarled, giving punishing thrusts as she whimpered and writhed underneath him. “They’re mine. You’re mine, my beautiful girl.”

Her hands grabbed on to her husband, unable to do much other than lay there and take it before this. The delicious orgasm was taking her by surprise, a wet gasp alarming him to the goalpost being met. Every time he made her orgasm, he felt like he had succeeded. His job was perfect, he never wanted another one, and this one should come first. Her pleasure was his most important responsibility. The avid burn to always be with her was hard to extinguish, and even now he knew this wouldn’t be the last one he gave her tonight.

If he had one flaw, it was spoiling his wife.

“Oh my- Harry!” She sulked, mouth falling open as she thrashed on the bed, orgasm overtaking her. The constant stimulation to the perfect spot, his dirty talk, the hand squeezing the sides of her throat to give her the perfect head rush, all of it got to be too much as the ecstasy washed over her body. “Yes, yes- please.”

Y/N didn’t know what she was begging for, clawing at the collar of his shirt as his forehead rested against her own. “Give it to me? Give it. I want It inside of me. I want to have a baby, give me a baby.”

The demand almost stopped him in his tracks- but instead, it increased the pace, sloppy thrusts and the demand making his mouth fall open. They’d spoken about a baby before, many times. Hearing it in this context though? The thought of her swollen with his child, breasts heavy with milk, her being barefoot in the kitchen with a little apron over her stomach- it was too fucking much.

Maybe he was going to hell for having the visual making him feel the way it did. But he didn’t care.

“Fuck me… I’ll give you a baby, I’ll put one right inside of you. Breed you. That’s… fuck, Y/N.” He whined, releasing her throat, grabbing her hands and holding tightly onto them above her head as the gasping breaths unified, the smack of skin getting louder and his own thighs started to burn. He was feeling that lack of control only Y/N was able to coax from him.

“Give it to me? Give it to me, Daddy.” The desperate plea from his wife had his eyes on hers, her teeth bc sight between her lip as she felt him pushing as deep as he could. “Give me what you need. Breed me. Please. I love you.”

It sent him over the edge. The declaration of love, the meaning of it all, the new nickname, it had him burying as deep as possible as he let his mouth fall open against hers. Just inhaling one another as they felt the gush of his cum filling her up, some escaping but Harry not moving an inch. You couldn’t pay him to move from this current spot.

“I love you, darling.” He murmured, relishing in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Fucking. Whatever you’d want to call it, Harry was just happy he had done it. “Did so well for me today, my gorgeous wife. Couldn’t ask for a better one.” His nose rubbed against hers, sighing happily as she hummed at the affection. She was sticky as Harry’s cum was too much, seeping from where they were joined, but she never felt more at home.

“I’m glad I pleased you.” She gave her fucked out smile up at him, rewarded with his lips on hers yet again. “I do think I have more to do, though. I want to give you a child… and we will have to do it a few more times to make it stick.” Hair smoothed from face, sticky candy kisses, Harry’s deep chuckle.

“Good thinking, Darling. Roll over for me.”

“Yes sir.”

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[whitemancumslut]

LOVE ON SET

y/n and harry have been discreetly dating for months and when the bts of dwd come out…

a/n got really bored so here’s a blurb from my old account :(

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harrysupdates NEW!!! UNSEEN PHOTO OF Y/N AND HARRY DURING THE FILMING OF DON’T WORRY DARLING??? WHAT THE ACTUAL

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harryfan1 YOURE TELLING ME CAMERAS WERENT ROLLING???

harryfan2 NO THEY WERE NOT. THIS IS A CONFIRMATION THEYRE DATING

ynfan1 let’s not jump to conclusions

harryfan3 HOLY CRAP

ynfan2 if it’s true cameras weren’t rolling and that they are actually dating after months of suspicion then i’ll be happier than ever

ynfan3 i agree

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ynupdates NEW! MORE OLD PHOTOS OF HARRY AND Y/N DURING THEIR FILMING FOR DWD!!

ynfan1 HOW DID WE NOT SEE THESE?? THEY WERENT EVEN FILMING OH MY GOD

harryfan1 SO THEY ARE DATING ???

harryfan2 for a while now

ynfan2 how do you know that

harryfan2 our suspicions never lie

harryfan3 HE KISSED HER FREAKING CHEEK WHAT

harryfan4 If we don’t get a birthday post for her next week— count your days styles

ynfan3 you’re so real for this

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ynupdates Y/N AND HARRY BTS OF DWD!!!

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ynfan1 IM SMILING TOO HARD RN

ynfan2 WHERE ARE THESE PHOTOS COMING FROM WHAT THE HELL

harryfan1 LITERALLY??

harryfan2 it’s confirmed no way they’re not dating

harryfan3 they’re actually in love stop

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harrystyles Happy Birthday, Pretty💛 To many more.

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yourinstagram my love🤍

ynfan1 IM SORRY???

harryfan1 TAKE ME.

ynfan2 NO WAY Y/N

ynfan2 “PRETTY”?? KILL. ME. NOW.

ynfan3 IM CRYING WHAT

harryfan2 OH MY WORD

harryfan3 no way no way no way

harryfan4 wake up harry just posted. WAKE UP HARRY JUST POSTED Y/N

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ynupdates Y/N AND HARRY AT HER BIRTHDAY PARTY LAST NIGHT 😭😭

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harryfan1 too much content at this point it feels like a dream.

ynfan1 you’re so real for this because same. this does not feel real

ynfan2 literally like there’s no way .

harryfan2 OH MY GOD

harryfan3 BABIES!!!

ynfan3 okay but they’re so pretty together

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harrysupdates NEW! Harry and Y/n seen out in downtown L.A. it’s official yall!!

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harryfan1 wow. this is real

harryfan2 i don’t know man im still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing.

ynfan1 OH MY

ynfan2 OH THEY KISSING IN PUBLIC NOW???

ynfan3 too much happening at once

harryfan3 LITERALLY LIKE??

ynfan4 NAUR WHATTT

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harryfan1 DID YOU GET HACKED???

ynfan1 LMFAO IMAGINE

ynfan2 no because no way harry styles posted this

harryfan2 HARRY???

ynfan3 UM????

ynfan4 WHAT WHAT WHAT?? HARRY

ynfan5 was he hacked…

harryfan3 HARRY WHAT

harryfan4 MY HEART OH MY GOD NAUR WAY

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[goldencherryhazz]

Don’t Worry Darling

An: so a certain trailer was released today and if you think I am mentally stable you thought wrong, here is a fic to celebrate it hope you enjoy, note and reblogs would be much appreciated <3

Warnings: tiny bit of fluff, smut mostly!!

Harry had insisted that he showed you the trailer for Don’t Worry Darling for months but you had kept insisting that you wanted to watch it when it was released properly to the world, wanting to experience the same excitement and anticipation that everyone else would.

But nothing prepared you for this trailer.

‘Y’ready baby’ Harry asks sitting up against the headboard with you, your phone in hand as you wait exitedly for HSHQ or Olivia to tweet the trailer.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared’ a smile beaming on your face and he pulls your body so your we’re both squished side by side.

‘Love it when you get excited darling’ he kisses you forehead, and he can practically feel the excitement radiating off of you.

You don’t give him a response because as soon as he uttered those words hshq tweeted the video and it has you frantically clicking the link, you let out a scream when it starts playing, you tap his thigh repeatedly with your hand as if to tell him what was happening as it he couldn’t see what what was playing infront of his eyes.

‘I know baby, I know’ he says.

The video starts to play out, and not many words are exchanging between the two of you except for the occasional ‘oh my god’ from you and your hand slapping over you mouth at certain parts.

After a couple of minutes you phone screen turns black as the trailer comes to an end, you are breathless even though you hadn’t even moved from your spot but the rush of adrenaline and the scenes you had watched had such and effect of you.

‘D’you like it baby?’

‘Can I play it again’ was all that you managed to say.

‘Yeah of course baby’ he replies, getting the sense that you like it because of your desperation to play it again.

You click the button, the scenes lighting up you phone screen for the second time. There was something about this single video that sent something wild off inside you, you don’t know if it was the interactions and sexy scenes with Harry and Florence, the visuals and slight obscurities, how good your husband looked and got hot he sounded when he got angry in the video, the mystery of the film itself or how proud you were of Harry for getting a lead role in the film. It was probably a mixture of everything and it has you a little overwhelmed.

It finishes and your screen goes black once again ‘what’s the verdict petal?’

‘I fucking love it’ you bite your lip as you make eye contact with him for the first time since you started watching ‘I’m soo proud of you H’

‘Thankyou baby, you sure your okay seem a bit out of it’ he stokes a strand of hair out of you face.

You don’t say anything but merely nod in response as you drop the phone onto the bed, he doesn’t say anything as you manoeuvre your figure to straddle his lap and he instantly wraps his arms around you absentmindedly rubbing circles into your back.

‘Kiss?’ You request and he happily obliges captured your lips in his, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip after awhile asking for access to your mouth which you accept, he hums into the kiss as your tongues start to dance with each other.

Harry pulls away after a minute or so ‘what’s going on darling’ he asks wanting to get the bottom of what you were feeling, the way your weren’t acting your usual self has him a little unsettled.

‘Mm i jus-just’ you start but don’t find the words to finish you look away bashfully.

‘Tell me baby, no need to get shy it’s only me’ he encourages.

‘I just need you, trailer set something off inside me I just need you to fuck me please, please Harry.’ You ramble.

‘Fuck baby, got you all hot and bothered from just the trailer’ he feels his cock hardening, as it leaping toward your pussy that was nestled against him.

‘Don’t know what’s come over me, just so proud of you and you look soo good, your just soo fucking hot’ you moan as you begin to grind yourself down on Harry’s hardening length, the action making him hiss out.

‘Just soo needy for me aren’t you baby, soo desperate for my cock aren’t you’ he teases you even further.

Y-yes, fuck this feels good’ you continue to grind against him, the friction making your clit feel good even through your trousers and panties.

‘Can make you feel even better baby, fill your pretty pussy up with my cock’ he says as if it were a promise.

‘Please I want that soo much Harry’ you moan out before crashing your lips into his once again.

‘I’ll give it to you just gotta get these off of you first’ he refers to the clothes covering your bottom half, he taps your thighs gesturing for you to get up, which you do, immediately ripping you bottoms off of you legs panties, t-shirt and bra and all, and Harry gets himself situated again after he takes his clothes off aswell.

‘Fuckin gorgeous aren’t you’ he groans, his cock standing proudly against his abdomen and you can see the tip leaking pre cum in small dribbles.

You shuffle to him, before gripping a firm hand around his shaft making him jolt with pleasure ‘thought you wanted to be fucked?’ He questions your sudden change of mind as your hand jerks his cock back and forth.

‘Changed my mind, wanna have you in my mouth first’ and with that you head is ducked down to his cocked you press kitten licks to his tip and it had him moaning and groaning.

‘Does that feel good Harry’? you question, your hand smoothly jerking his cock as your mouth focuses on his head.

‘Feels so fucking good baby’ he replies. All he could think about was your sudden change in mood and he thinks he knew why.

‘You a bit jealous baby?’ he asks amidst the pleasure.

‘Things me and Florence did for the film, is that what got you like this petal, cause you don’t need to be, fuck- you have no idea what you’ve done to my heart my fucking soul, only goes out to you, I mean look at what you do to me baby’ he reassures you because he knew that you sometimes got a little insecure and he didn’t want you thinking that you had to prove yourself to him, his love was all to you always.

You obviously knew that the two were acting but you couldn’t help but get a little jealous, he was yours, the wedding ring on your and his finger being the main symbol of that, so it was pretty understandable that you didn’t like to share ‘maybe a little bit jealous’ you agree with him, the scene slightly comical since you still had his cock in your hand whilst you were having this conversation.

‘C’mere’ he points his finger into a come higher motion, so you press a final kiss to the tip of his cock making him wriggle slightly before moving into his lap.

‘I’m all yours baby, you fucking own me. Fuck when you’re in the room i can’t take my eyes off of you, why would I, your the prettiest, smartest, funniest girl I know.’ He tells you truthfully.

‘Thankyou Harry just being a little possessive I think’ you reply and Harry didn’t mind one bit, in fact the comment for some reason fuelled his ego massively and making his cock grow harder.

‘That’s okay darling, would you like to continue?’

‘Yeah, I’m soo fucking wet’ the moment picks up again, even though you were being possessive didn’t mean that you didn’t think the scenes were hot aswell, fuck your head was a flurry of whirling thoughts.

‘Gonna slip me in then angel, go slow don’t want you to hurt yourself,cause it’s gonna be deep like this’

‘I want it deep, so bad’ you moan as you line his tip up with you entrance and start to slowly slide your pussy done his length inch by inch until you were fully seated on his cock, and you both let out the loudest moans yet.

‘Oh fuck baby, gonna bounce on my cock like a good girl’ he starts to get desperate as your walls flutter around his already sensitive cock.

‘Gonna be your good girl’ you say as you start to move up and down his cock, the force if your thrusts making the noise of your skin slapping onto his emit into the room.

You are both moaning messes by the time you get a good rhythm going, his hands gripping to you hips and you know by how hard he is gripping them that there will be half moon indentations on them by the time you are done.

‘y’tits are fucking perfect’ Harry swears he is drooling over how your tits are bouncing up and down with every thrust, his cock twitches a few times inside your walls.

You carry on bouncing up and down, and eventually your legs start to shake out of pleasure and fatigue, Harry sees this instantly ‘getting tired baby, don’t worry I’ll make you cum, your gonna cum soo good for me’ he groans as he pulls you body straight onto his, your chests flushed together so you have the support you need and with that Harry is thrusting up into your soaking wet pussy, and you swear he had never been deeper, the change in dynamics had you tumbling to the edge of orgasm.

‘I’m gonna c-cum’ you moan into his neck, you have to bite down on the lobe of his ear to stop yourself from screaming at the intensity of his thrusts, the pain surging through Harry adding tremendously to his pleasure.

‘Cum for me baby, I’ve got you, soak me’ and you do just that, Harry never stops fucking into you and you were now indeed screaming out into the room, tears were streaming down your face, it was overwhelmingly good, you swear you could see stars. Harry rides out your high before he focuses on getting himself there, which didn’t take a lot.

‘I’m cumming’ he announces a mere few thrusts later and the effects were instantaneous as you feel your husband fill you to the brim with his warm cum. He stops thrusting as he becomes very sensitive from you playing with him earlier, to this. He swears he is floating on cloud 9 right now, your cunt still wrapped around him as he softens inside you.

Your body is still shaking in pleasure, you try coming back down by nuzzling your face into his neck taking a deep in breath of his cologne. ‘You okay baby’ he asks still out of breath.

‘I feel fucking amazing’ you smile into his neck which he can feel and it has him smiling aswell.

‘I love you soo much’ he whispers to you.

‘I love you to baby’

You sit in the same position for a while, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped around each other, but after soo long you both feel the cum dripping out of you so Harry starts to move from beneath you so that a mess isn’t made all over the sheets, because when Harry came he had to admit that he came a lot, but he blames that entirely on you.

‘No don’t go, stay here’ you say as he shuffles beneath you.

‘Gotta clean you up baby’

‘No don’t want you to go though’ you reiterate.

‘Who said that I would be going anywhere’ he pulls out of you slowly before moving you body to lay down on the pillows before he quickly manoeuvres himself between your legs so little mess is made.

‘Oh fuck’ you say knowing exactly where this was going.

He smiles at that ‘not going anywhere, gonna clean you up just fine, don’t you worry darling’

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[puffpasstea]

could you do a DWD blurb in a world where like hes not dating olivia and nothing like that drama happened?

Here you go!

This blurb does NOT contain any DWD Spoilers.

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“You promise you liked it? You’re not just saying that?” Harry asked as they made their way to the after-party. 

“Yes, Harry! It was a good film. The actor who played Jack was especially hot.” She smiled mischievously. 

“Be serious!” 

They’d long passed the point in their relationship where either one of them actually had to ask for reassurance, so this was rare instance for Harry. It was no surprise though. They’d bonded over art, music, and literature very early on in their relationship. Harry learned a lot from her tastes and she learned a lot from his. Plus, he respected her opinion immensely and found himself mystified by how much he still wanted to impress her, even after all this time together. A small piece of him always wanted to dazzle her.  She was his most important critic; he hung on her every word. 

“I loved it, Harry. I promise.” Her tone more sincere now. She squeezed his hand in hers as she spoke, attempting to communicate to the strength of her enthusiasm to him through her touch. “I liked seeing this side of you. Even the parts that scared me.”

“Scared you?” His eyebrows knitted together. 

“Yeah, I mean, it was surreal watching you — your character— yell like that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you raise your voice in anger before.” His expression relaxed when he understood what she meant. 

“Oh. Well, is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good! Very good! It just took me a second. I’ve never seen anyone I know in a movie before.” She giggled. 

Harry held the door of the venue open for her. Their discussion came to an abrupt stop as soon as they walked in. He was instantly swarmed by co-stars, friends, and film industry representatives who wanted his attention. 

His initial round of greetings finally complete, he was suddenly aware that she was no longer by his side. Harry scanned the room for any sign of her, finally spotting her across the room, standing with Nick Kroll and his wife, animated about whatever it is that they were discussing. The closer Harry got to them, the more he could hear of their conversation. 

“I mean, I’m just so proud of him. I know it’s silly to say, but I am.”

“Not silly at all! I haven’t known him that long, but honestly, even I’m proud! When I run into people and they ask me what he’s like in person…I’ve been converted. Im a fan now.” Nick giggled.

Harry’s heart swelled with love at their words. He wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her gentle towards him. “Hi, darlin.’” He leaned in for a kiss that she’d assumed would be a quick peck. She was slightly thrown off when Harry was more forceful than she’d anticipated. 

“Everything okay?” She asked when they broke the kiss. “Everything’s perfect.” He smiled at her, a clear twinkle in his eyes. 

“What, I don’t get kiss?” Nick joked. 

“Hello, honey.” Harry responded, leaning in to kiss Nick right on the lips. 

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[harrystylesslutt]

how about harry going home to y/n after filming dwd scenes, and gets jealous so she reminds him who he belongs to

yes. i love jealousy. part two kinda

"eyes on me baby" you say while slowly sinking down on his cock eliciting a deep groan from his pouty lips. "p-please untie me, need to touch you". he whimpers, trying so hard to keep his eyes open and focused on you.

"now don't be greedy, need to remind you who you belong to baby, can't have you forgetting" you whisper softly. you lift your hips at slow teasing paste, clenching around his tip before easing him back in fully.

you start bouncing on his cock, your hands toying with your nipples knowing how much it drives him crazy that he's not the one doing that to you. you grind your hips down onto his pelvis, creating a delicious friction for your clit.

meanwhile harry's mouth is wide open, unable to stop the moans from coming out, his eyes trailing down from your face to your tits, watching them as they move each time you sink down on him.

"this. cock. is. mine" you ponctuate your words with each bounce "only gets hard for me" you dig your nails on his chest making him let out a whiny moan "only leaks for my cunt, isn't that right baby?". you ask him, moving your hips faster and harsher.

"y-yes! fuck-yes! only for you" he barely gets the words out of his mouth before he's back to being a moaning mess underneath you, tears leaking from his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. "that's right, only a little whore f'me, no one else gets to see this sight. for my eyes only".

you continue to move on his cock, bouncing and grinding, your nails still inflicting pain which only adds to his pleasure. you move your fingers upwards, pinching his nipples, and that seems to trigger harry's orgasm because he screams your name right after, moans and curses accompanying his words as he fills you up.

"shit, m'sorry, I just couldn't hold it mommy, felt too good" he whimpers, his eyes getting teary again. "it's okay baby, just means I fuck you really good. but now here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna untie you and drag you downstairs, so you can spread me out on our dining table and eat me out like I'm your last meal. understood?" you whisper seductively, pulling him out of you and crawling up to undo the handcuffs.

he nods at your words eagerly, tugging at the cuffs as you're freeing him from them "please mommy, let me make you feel good".

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

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Preacher’s Daughter ** , Part II ** 🎄- Y/N is the preacher’s daughter and Harry isn’t exactly an angel.

Be My Mistake ** ^, Part II ^ - Y/N is the other woman & Harry lets her take all the blame.

The MET ** - Harry wants Y/N to know just how much she means to him.

CEO Harry ^** - Harry hires Y/N and as it turns out, she's everything he's ever wanted.

Guardian Angel**^ - Y/N is Harry’s guardian angel.

Roomies^** - When Harry’s living arrangement falls through Y/N lets him live with her...she’s kinda growing tired of him. But the more they get to know each other the more she wants him to stay around.

Golden Trunks** - “So in response to what you whispered in my ear, I’ll be upfront. Sometimes, I fantasize about you too.” Inspired by Golden Trunks by Arctic Monkeys

The Calm Story - Harry’s colab with Calm elicits an unexpected reaction from his friend, Y/N.

A Keeper** - Y/N and Harry are seeing each other for the first time since the pandemic and he has a full-grown mustache.

Falling ^ - Harry falls in love with someone else and leaves  Y/N.

No Coincidence** - Y/N & Harry happen to vacation in Italy at the same time and it seems that one way or another, their paths were meant to cross.

Eros!Harry - A cute and fluffy oneshot about Eros (cupid) falling in love with a human girl.  BLURB** for Harryween 2020

Strawberry Fields Forever** - In which Harry’s had a BAD day and ends up where he feels the happiest, which is at his best friend’s house (Non-famous AU).

Sometime Around Midnight^ , Part II ^**- Harry & Y/N have been broken up and run into each other at a bar. Y/N seems to be over it, but truthfully, Harry is more in love with her now.

A Perfect Christmas 🎄- Harry and Y/N are coworkers and he can’t go home for the holidays. Y/N’s family believes she is dating someone, so she hesitantly invites Harry to spend the next few days with her family. + A Perfect Start** 🪩

Overheard** - Y/N & Harry are friends and there’s always been some tension.+ Happy Birthday** - Y/N wants to wish Harry a happy birthday

Come So Far^ - Y/N and Harry try to piece their lives together after he cheats on her.

Flash Warning**- Y/N sees a trend on TikTok and needs to try it on Harry.

Knowing Me, Knowing You^ - Where Y/N realizes that she needs to make a tough decision.

Don’t Forget ^** - Y/N is dealing with the stresses of life all while trying to navigate past her break up with Harry. However, after a drunken night out she finds herself in front of Harry’s home.

Twin Souls^ - (TW: some physical abuse) A period piece. Harry has just sailed back to England from America and Y/N has just returned from university, both just in time for the debutante season. Where this time around, they were expected to find their lifelong partner. Part 2^** (TW: some physical abuse) 

The Electric Ballroom** - Seeing Harry rapping with Stormzy does things to Y/N. 🫶

Someone Else^ - Y/N moves on and Harry isn’t taking it all that well.

Baby Fever** - The one where Harry has baby fever and he can’t wait to start a family with Y/N.

Starry-eyed ** - Harry & Y/N are friends with benefits and he’s been thinking about going down on her all day.

Boyfriends** - Harry & Y/N grew up together and he's always had to watch her love and get hurt from the sidelines.

The Nearness of You - A short fluffy pice that was an anon request inspired by the DWD trailer back in May.

Keep Driving , Part II^** + this blurb^ -  Harry & Y/N meet on the celebrity dating app Raya in the middle of the pandemic and start getting to know each other better.

Wasted Time^ - Harry has a girlfriend after telling Y/N he's not ready for a relationship.

Night XV - After 15 consecutive shows at MSG Harry's girlfriend tells him how proud of him she is. 🫶

Friends Share** , Part 2 ^** - Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.

Just A Taste** - A Harryween one shot about an unlucky man and an unfortunate curse. 🎃

Halftime** - Y/N is very horny for her Harry, but Harry is really wrapped up in the Brazil vs. South Korea match. 🫶

My Superstar, fuss-pot - Harry get's a little cold after deciding to sing in the rain and Y/N is taking care of him and his medicine makes him drowsy and he just starts confessing too many lovey-dovey things. 🫶

The First Time** - A soft and sweet one where Y/N asks Harry to be her first (requested)

Birthday Kiss - Y/N and Harry are friends who finally get to see each other at one of his birthday shows and as much as they like each other, they're both terrified of making the first move. 🫶

No Kids** - After their second baby comes Harry & Y/N have been so busy that they've had a 6 month dry spell and Harry's looking to fix that. ASAP.

The Divine Feminine** - Amidst his sadness after his wife leaves the Underworld, Hades (Harry) encounters a human woman who brings him to his knees.

A Good Fit** - Harry is best friend's with Y/N's older brother and she comes over because her BF cheated on her he ends up helping her out in an unexpected way (or just an excuse to write smut).

Champion of the World **^ - Part 2 of this blurb. Or Harry is producing Y/N's album's band and they initially don't get along and what happens with them after he realizes he likes her.

LVRS Club** - Y/N is going through a rough patch in life and her friends drag her to a sex club to shock her out of her rut. Her night takes a very unexpected turn when Harry Styles approaches her.

Make It Better** - Harry is Y/N's professor and he really, really needs his best girl after the long and bad day he's had.

Wake n' Bake** - Y/N decides to give "wake n' bake" a try only to get all riled up. So she goes and finds her man to take care of it for her.

A Surprise^** - While Harry and Y/N are broken up she ends up dating a man who is not what she thought he was. His irrational behavior ends up bringing her and Harry back together. Things are going well until they receive a big surprise - Y/N is pregnant.

The Divorce - After several years of marriage and two children Y/N’s worried that Harry’s not been himself. Then, Y/N sees something she clearly wasn’t supposed to.

One Week - Harry & Y/N  are exes who haven’t seen each other or spoken in years. Now, they both happen to go on a weeklong holiday for Nick’s birthday.

Fine Line - Harry and Y/N are best friends who are in love with each other. When they discover each other’s feelings will it be too late? 🦃🎄 🪩

Wolves - Harry is a werewolf and Y/N seems to be an inconvenience he can’t get rid of.

Threat of Joy - Harry has a big crush on the hair & makeup girl from the Don’t Worry Darling set. The only problem is that she has a boyfriend.

Roxy's Record Store - Harry and Y/N don’t get along despite their tight knit friend group. Amidst the fights and make-ups some lines get blurred and they just need to figure out what they want and where they stand. 🦃🎄🪩

Unavailable** , Part II^ , Part III** - Y/N has a very specific preference for unavailable/inappropriate people and Harry is her therapist who is supposed to help her work through this.

The Assistant - Y/N gets hired as Harry’s assistant and as much as they don’t want to be some romance novel trope, it’s kind of hard to not fall for each other when they just get along so well. 🦃🎄

With Discretion - Y/N discovers that her husband of 7 years, Caleb is cheating on her. One night out with her friends leads to an affair of her own but with Caleb's boss, Mr. Styles, and they promise to never do it again...but some promises are just meant to be broken.

A Twist of Fate - Harry and Y/N are exes who unexpectedly run into each other. And while they have both moved on, being with each other unearths the feelings they had buried for each other when they had to end their relationship. So they make a promise to do something about the next time they run into each other if they're both single.

Meet Me in the Hallway (complete)- Lucy and Harry are soulmates, but something seems to always be in the way. However, they’re both willing to wait for each other and they’re both willing to make it better.

Compromised (complete)- Harry is involved in a branch of the European mafia called the B.F. Clan. Y/N is an American spy who has been trying to dismantle them for years. Her objective now, get close to Harry and burn it all through him.

Young American (complete) - Y/N get’s offered the opportunity of a lifetime, an apprenticeship at English Graffiti, world renowned tattoo artist, Eddie Chan’s first American shop. However, an unnerving rivalry brews between her and one of Eddie’s old apprentices and best artists, Harry Styles. 🎃

(Ongoing) Wonderful World - Harry is a psychiatrist who starts to see a young girl named Celeste. As time goes on he starts to find himself developing feelings for Celeste's mother, Diana. Despite his many accomplishments, once they come into his life he realizes that his life is a bit empty. But there is no way he can pursue the woman he wants, it's unethical and it could put his entire career in jeopardy.

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[gumballavocadoharry]

A boy's best friend; Jack chambers:

*Mentions of abuse, trauma but also, EXTREME FLUFF!!!!*

*Also the lullaby is a real song from the 50's by a group called, The Spaniels.*

Jack's finger; wrapped in a gentle grip in Roger's mini hand. His soft green orbs staring into Jack's matching ones. Roger's little limp body wrapped in his thick cotton teddy bear quilt Alice knitted. It sprawled across Jack's arms; the crook of it pinching the tiny edges. Small gurgles pecked from Roger's gummy mouth; Jack gently rocking his little baby boy, cooing and whispering sweet gentle things.

"Who's my little teddy bear? You are! Who's a little baby bear? You are!" Roger's dimples eroded for his father's happiness. Soon, Roger was fast asleep in his father's arms; small snoozes whistling through his slightly ajar lips. Jack couldn't help but take a mental picture of the beautiful baby he privileged holding. He planted a light kiss on Roger's cheek before taking him to his crib and calling it a night. "Goodnight sweet prince....I love you."

That was just the beginning of an imperishable relationship between Jack and Roger. Stroller rides to the playground, fresh baked cookies made by Jack, dipped in milk pooling around in Roger's sippy cup, dancing along in the living room, hand in hand to one of Jack's records that spun to every drum beat. Bath time songs about getting clean, bedtime cuddles while anticipating the last adventure of 'Teddy McStuffins' that Jack made sound so exciting. And then the warm cloak of quilts brazing over Roger's little body, inviting the sweet warm goodnight kiss to be pressed onto his forehead like a ticket to a train ride of sweet dreams.

"Goodnight my teddy bear, I love you." The words tickled inside Roger, flushing a warm gush of love to river through him. But it was different now. Rod and Mick were Roger's buddies, his ride or dies. The three amigos were inseparable; pulling pranks, hanging out at the corner almost everyday after school, riding bikes around town and meeting up with Mick's sister and her friends who attracted the eyes of the young boys. Jack could even admit that Roger's friends reminded him of his gang around that age, but the sting still singed inside of Jack's chest. The scalding realization that he wasn't as special to his 'little buddy' anymore slaughtered him.

Jack had came through the door, smelling the seasoned scent of casserole filling through the downstairs entirely. He had taken a deep breath in from the unsparing day at the office; Frank walked with gritted teeth, training a new intern who seemed to care less about his job. He stayed stable with his senior employees, but the tense feeling still pinched tightly through the day and echoed through the office. The drive home was a flicker of street lights through the freeway and into the city.

Jack's mind puttered between work and dinner; his agonizing hunger gnawed at him the more his hands clutched the steering wheel. The only glimmer that seared through the caustic thoughts was a mental imagine of a game of catch with Roger and baking cookies with Susan. It sent a smile to his face, eyes glittering with love wanting more than anything to be home. Greeting Susan at the door with a chintzy coo: "Hey baby girl, I'm home!" Susan ran into her father's arms, receiving kiss after kiss on her rosy cheeks. "Oh I missed you so much! You, mommy and Roger!"

Susan pulled away, eyebrow arched a little. "Mommy?" Jack chuckled, cheeks tinting a blossom color, "Sorry, I guess it's just a habit from when you were little...." He fluffed Susan's hair, swishing her blonde coat from her dainty shoulders. Jack took in his daughter's full features: those deep dimples that poked even without a smile, those baby girl eyes that puffed sophomoric little orbs and those ginger pink lips; small and poppet.

He scanned the living room, searching for his chocolate headed boy. As Jack expanded himself through the living room, he found Roger writing at the kitchen bar, eyes focused on whatever he was jotting down. A warm jab cut through him; a sensation of special adoration pinging through him for his youngest, most fragile of the Chambers clan. It moved Jack to Roger, cupping him into his arms and pressing a sound smooch to his cheek. Jack was too clouded to recognize Roger's little disgruntled face: scrunched and furrowed.

"Hello, my little guy, daddy missed you today!" Jack cooed, rubbing his cheek against Roger's. Roger swallowed hard before pinching on a plastic smile and reciprocating Jack's sweetness, but with his own bittersweet. Alice couldn't shut the beam off her smile seeing Jack be so affectionate towards their children. "Hungry?" She cuddled up into Jack's side, placing a lipstick kiss to his cheek. Jack blushes and loosened the tie around his collar. He kissed back, allowing traces of Alice's ebony red to trace his lips. 

Jack soon entranced himself in the smell of casserole that sighed through the kitchen. The family joined for dinner and small talk around the table. Jack had sealed in a planned date with Susan; a weekend for baking cookies, working in the garden and a countryside bike ride. Jack, with a silent grin, turned to Roger, about to ask what his plans would be for the evening when: "Hey, Mom and Dad? Can I go with Rod and Mick to the game on Sunday?" Jack bit his lip, looking to Alice, who nodded her head. "I think so, Jack?" Jack swallowed his bite, and nodded,

"Sure Champ."

Jack sat on the bed bench, fiddling his fingers together, waiting for Alice to finish rolling the last curler into her hair. Jack's eyes, droopy laid themselves to Alice who pranced out of their bathroom, bouncing in her silky lavender lingerie. "Coming to bed?" Jack tilted his head, "Yeah, I'm just gonna grab something to drink." Alice watched her husband promenade out of the door and tiptoe through the hall. Maybe from habit, Jack thought, he carefully peeked through the doors of his children's bedroom.

Susan was curled up; her back turned to the door. She was wrapping a hug around her little kitty doll that she would press against her cheek every night for a blanket of comfort. Jack couldn't help but let a dimply smile lift through his cheeks. He whispered an inaudible "Sweet dreams," before closing the door back.

Jack looked into Roger's room, seeing the little boy dangle off the side of his mattress; teddy bear had been dropped on the floor and Roger's snores were next to whispers. Jack didn't hesitate to carefully sneak inside and move Roger into a regular upright position and tuck his teddy next to him. Before draping the covers over his little body, Jack kissed his forehead. He let his fingers lift a loose tuft of hair from Roger's face, skating quietly through his skin.

Roger's eyes peeked a crack before shutting themselves again. Once his father's footsteps were out of the room, a smirk appeared so sneakily. He felt every warm touch that Jack planted. It soothed him more than he would ever admit.

Jack sat downstairs eating away on orange juice and some potato chips. The light of the television flickered through every commercial till eventually, static. The TV signal had turned off for the night so that meant Jack needed too as well. But he couldn't. One nagging thought pecked at his brain like fingers to a scab. I'm overreacting he thought. But no matter what he did to reassure himself that your mind can play tricks, Jack still couldn't seem to get a satisfying redeem.

He's growing up, he needs his space. He'll come around when he's ready. We still are best buddies..... right?

The words stomped loudly through Jack. Susan was more than willing to spend time with her old man, but Roger...no....no he made new friends....Mick and Rod. They just need to get acquainted. Jack just couldn't peer into his mind for all those moments he begged his father for a game of catch or when it did happen, his father would come at him hostile, full of angst leading to an argument and tempers flaring. Those painful memories of David, smacking Jack around for 'backtalk' when Jack insisted on starting a conversation, those angry words being yelled when Jack would make a mistake.

'Stupid' and 'bastard' were tattooed on his head every time Jack would wake up, walk around and lie down. One time, Jack decided that affection would possibly cheer David up after a harsh day at the factory. Jack assumed the best when he planted a peck to his cheek only to be back handed so hard that Jack could remember the flickering lights on the kitchen floor. It was his consciousness fading in and out he found out when a few minutes later, his eyes opened and nothing had changed. The smell of wax stung into his nostrils once he lifted himself up and limped to his room.

No wonder Jack wanted something better for his children. Jack moved his hand upon realizing something wet had spotted it. He sniffled and swatted tears away before rustling upstairs to his bedroom. Jack reserved any memories of his parents for the sake of his mental health. Even Alice only knew remnants of what Jack told her.

One particular Sunday evening while Jack was helping prepare the pasta salad, Alice had brought up David wanting to visit the house for the weekend. Jack's eyes; calm and steady turned threatened and fierce. "That man is to never so much step a toenail onto our curb, let alone the house! I don't ever want him near the children!" Jack's voice was gritted through his teeth. His grip on the knife tightened along with the tranquility of the house.

A stunned silence leaving Alice, Roger and Susan to give each other confused looks while Jack just studied his knife board and the chopped up carrots on it. Dessert was later served with an explanation and an apology from Jack. 

Jack snuck up the stairs, quietly sneaking back into his bed next to a sleeping Alice. Jack's eyes stood open and active. His mind raced through the memories of David and it overloaded him to a sluggish awake. Jack dug through his mind to think of something more blithe and glee. Susan and Roger swinging at the park, Roger's toothless smile sucking on his ice cream cone, Susan in her princess dress dancing through the kitchen.

Those happy memories clouded one after another like a picture show. They brought serene to Jack. Susan; their little daddy and daughter date scheduled for Saturday. It made Jack glisten inside with fuzziness. Roger; his baseball game with friends. What Jack would've made into his and Roger's day: tickets to the game stashed away in his wallet, a pizza dinner afterwards and ice cream for dessert. Jack didn't realize he was smiling until his face dropped upon realizing that it wouldn't happen. His days of bonding with his boy were numbering. At least, that's what he thought.

Jack could feel the strings in his gut tighten. He could still feel the soft new skin of Roger's cheek pressing against his own. His arms wrapped around his baby tucked away and swaddled in this little burrito. The little boy he prayed for, the baby he wanted more than any career, any bachelor lifestyle that was in his reach...it would mean nothing if he couldn't grasp the one important piece of his life that could change everything for the better. He couldn't just let it slip from his grasp like silk from glass. So he wouldn't. Jack sealed the night with a vow to never let it go.

It would be too late for him and David, but for him and Roger....a different story. Jack slowly closed his eyes, dreaming of a fresh page for him and Roger. One Sunday couldn't cram all the buckets of adoration he had for him. But everyday could be a possibility. 

The faint grunting hum of Dean's lawnmower trimming his lawn was like an anthem for 'good morning'. Jack rubbed his groggy eyes before tiptoeing downstairs to make breakfast. He decided on surprise pancakes; making them into shapes for everyone. Susan and Alice's was a heart and Roger's would be of a teddy bear. Jack dolled out effort for its button eyes and mouth. To him, it was Roger, innocent and cute yet mischievous if you stared deeper into its eyes.

Susan was the first to wake, coming into the kitchen and smelling the sweet scent of fresh pancakes, stacked on top of each other like books. "Hey baby girl," Jack kissed his daughter's cheek soundly, "I made some pancakes for everyone." The little blonde took a seat at the table, grabbing her fork and slicing through her little flapjacks. "Here you go honey." Jack poured syrup onto Susan's pancakes.

Soon, Alice came down, taking a whiff of the honeyed smell and sat next to Susan. "Oh, aren't these cute! Heart shaped pancakes!" Alice beamed at her husband's creativity. She rewarded him with a kiss to his cheek, letting her thumb edge through his small stubble. Roger, the last little participant was still sound in bed sleeping. Jack had slid Roger's pancakes on his plate before turning the stove off and rushing upstairs to his bedroom. Jack's slippers scratched across the wood, hearing only little coos of Roger's snores from behind his door.

Jack gave a few soft knocks before entering. He could swear his heartbeat speed up to an audible echo. His little boy, sprawled out over the covers, his teddy bear tucked under his arm and his mouth slightly ajar with morning pillow drool cascading from it. Jack took a quick mental picture of this moment before gently rustling his Roger awake. "Wake up my teddy bear, breakfast is ready." His voice had returned to the same cooing gentle bird like tone he religiously used with Roger as an infant.

Jack didn't hesitate to bend down and smother good morning kisses to Roger's face. Something to Roger's chagrin.

"Come on buddy, it's breakfast time." Jack picked Roger up in his arms and decided that he would carry him to the breakfast table. "Does Mr. Teddy wanna come join us?" Roger shook his head, trying to subside a frown from wrinkling his forehead. Jack set Roger down in front of his pancakes; cutting them into little pieces after gouging them in syrup. "That's adorable! Roger's is of a teddy bear!" Susan exclaimed. Roger gritted his teeth and flashed a superficial grin before shoving his mouth full of his breakfast.

"Oh," Jack grabbed a napkin and wiped away the syrup mushed around Roger's mouth. He gave a fatherly smile and rubbed Roger's shoulder. "There you go rogie." Roger didn't respond, just internally grumbled 

The sun shimmered through the patio door. Jack was bright in his work suit; black tie with a gray suit and black loafers. Roger followed behind Susan, wearing his typical good boy clothes that would quickly mislead the common folk of an inverse to his behavior. Jack couldn't help but beam at his children. Looking at the little creations of his heart; once were droplets of dreams and now a vivid colorful reality. Jack looped his hand into Roger's little one while they followed behind Susan to the car. 

Roger just stared down at the grainy crusty pavement of the driveway, not wanting to see his father's cheesy papa lion smile. Roger felt this waver of sarcasm inside when he felt Jack had even allowed him to buckle his own seatbelt. The ride to school was full of Jack's lively chatter. His glances through the rear-view mirror, his eyes full of adoration and adulation. The emerald jade of his irises popped like candy; sugar bubbling on your tongue that puckered sourness and a sweet rush through your mouth.

But Roger just concentrated on the blazing currents of grass taped to the curbs and sidewalks sidelining the street. The stoplight around the corner of the school sent a warm patch stomping through Roger's gut. A pinch of cold gashed through him as his brain would continue to radiate over what he feared.

Validation from Rod and Mick meant more than warm papa bear hugs from Jack.

"I want you both to have a nice day at school," Jack pulled Susan in, pressing a big hummingbird kiss to her cheek. Roger slithered down the mushiness with an eye roll, ignoring the flush feeling in his cheeks. "Roger, your turn," Jack's voice, rosy and coddled while his hand motioned for Roger's goodbye kiss. Roger hesitantly made his way across to the driver's side, where Jack quickly pressed a kiss to Roger's cheek, squishing the other side with his hand. Once Roger pulled away, he grabbed his lunch before running out of the door and towards the front door of the school. Jack saw them off, before putting his bel air into reverse and speeding off to his job.

Jack thought he outdid himself: not letting one precious moment slip away with his little boy. Scanning his card through the door, clocking in and taking a seat at his office was routine for him. But the fresh whiff of the sterile office walls was like ice in lemonade on a summer's day. His documents were laid and stacked on his desk, his typewriter firmly solid on the mahogany wood and the picture of his family stood boldly among the blandness of the engineering work that weighed heavily through the day.

Roger, meanwhile, stuck in his chair, hand slouching against his face while listening to Mr. Pecker go on and on about the boring science project that was due the following month. Roger could feel the inside of his stomach gnawing at the little crumbs of his morning pancakes he had to salvage the resistance of hunger. The clock ticking was deafening; pounding louder and louder against Roger's ears; his fingers patting softly on his desk until.....

Ring!

Roger along with his grade scurried from their classrooms and into the gym. Roger pulled out his sack. He sniffled in the wavering linger of his cheese sandwich with chips, apple juice and his two oatmeal cookies. Upon pulling the sandwich from the foil, a note had fallen into his lap. Roger unfolded it to reveal the sweet message written tenderly inside. Written with such grace as the cursive of the letters were close to perfect. A recognizable signature.....one of his father's. Roger knew it had to be him; memories of Jack signing permission slips and in school detentions slips. 

The note somehow flew into the grasp of Chip Jameson, a fourth grader who was known for class pranks, one of Roger's idols. He read the note loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear, leaving a conundrum of laughter and teasing looks and glances towards Roger. His table laughed him out of the cafeteria, making Roger finish his lunch in the washroom stall.

The walk home was jittery. Susan, not knowing anything about the lunch time situation, kept pondering what her brother could be so upset about. He was fine this morning?

"Roger.....what's wrong?" Roger stopped in his tracks, handed his sister the note from his lunch that he managed to get from Chip and continued walking straight ahead.

This special lunch is dedicated to my extra special baby bear who loves his cookies! Extra papa bear love today!

Sincerely,

Daddy 

"I'm sure he didn't mean for this to happen Roger..." Roger sighed. "I know..... it's just that.....my reputation hasn't been the best with the guys and so I just wanna impress them. And this is not helping." Susan swallowed and continued walking back to the house. Neither Jack or Alice's car was anywhere in the driveway, so Susan was always tasked with carrying the third of four keys. Roger had his own, but was usually Susan's temporary responsibility on the walk home from school. "Here," Susan unlocked the door, "Why don't I make us a snack?" Roger nodded, allowing a smirk to penetrate.

Susan grabbed a few cookies from the jar with two glasses of milk. "Thanks," Roger grabbed his half as the two settled into the living room for TV time. Susan snacked on her Oreo's while multitasking between the TV and her homework. Roger stared through the TV rather than at it. Shoving soggy, milky Oreo after Oreo into his mouth, leaving traces of black crumbs around his mouth.

"Roger, don't forget about your homework." Roger grabbed his science book and notebook; studying through the pages of butterflies that he was supposed to hypothesize in his notes. The sound of the car pulling into the driveway purred through the living room just as Roger and Susan had finished their homework and chores. Alice flew into the house holding two large pizzas. "I'm so sorry kids-" Alice sat the pizza down on the counter, "I was out all morning running errands.... good thing your father made those pancakes, kept me full until now."

Susan would just stare and admire the small strands of blonde that would fly every time a slight breeze would trickle her face. The small beads of sweat still didn't dew or blotch her mascara and eyeliner or the dark magenta lipstick she had put on just before she left the house. Susan loved how Alice dolled herself up, affectionately whenever stepping out in public. The navy blue dress flowed like a curtain against the air as her the clicking of her sliver heels ran from one end of the kitchen to the other, gathering everyone's plates and drinks. Once settled, Alice slicked her long hair back and tied it back into a bun before wrapping her children in warm hugs. "Hello ducklings!" She pressed kisses to both of their foreheads before fluffing her dress out again.

Jack rang through the door, setting his suitcase down and stripping off his suit jacket. "Daddy!" Susan jumped into a hug with Jack, letting him smother her face with kisses. Roger's shoulders gained tension. Like thick rocks had been dropped onto them, becoming stiff and heavy. His legs could only stand a few places behind his sister, watching their father give his affection to her and Susan welcoming it with such keenness. Roger's blood spiked when he noticed Jack's eyes meet his own. "Roger! How was your day?!" Jack came towards Roger, using his arms to pick him up over his head before coupling him into a side hug and smooching his face all over. "Did you get my note?"

Roger's plastic smile reared, sucking in every bitter aftertaste of what had happened. "Yeah....I got the note." So did everyone else he thought.

Dinner for Roger was a delicious pepperoni and mushroom filled charm. Sipping his iced tea, washing down the warm gooey taste of cheese felt like the center of a heated caramel cream candy he loved. Five slices of pizza later, his belly was stuffed. "Here comes Master Chief, plummeting through the fields, Arton! Prepare for battle, prepare for-"

"Hey rogie bear, just popping in to check on you.....whatcha doing?" Roger held up his action figures. "Well, guess what's on TV right now?" Roger's curiosity pecked him. Jack ushered him downstairs. A sudden gripe of excitement punctured through him, a hopeful thought of an action movie or a drama mystery. Maybe that new alien sci-fi movie that all the seniors were raving about. Maybe it would be 'The Blob'? Coming downstairs, Roger saw cartoon flashes of puppets, a woman sitting in the middle of the room on the carpet with millions of puppets and kids around her.

His eyes squinted and mouth ajar. "What's this?" "The Adventures Of Captain Caterpillar!" Jack grabbed a stunned Roger's hand and led him to the couch. He wrapped a blanket around both of them while cuddling Roger in his arms wearing the same papa bear smile. Roger's cheeks were stained red, flushed with this peach rose complexion. Roger would occasionally glance up to Jack's little singing voice, tuning along with the silly dandle songs the caterpillar would blare loudly while dancing around with his lanky friends.

The cringe riveted through Roger everytime some baby nursling song would pop out out of nowhere through the black mouths of some puppet. Finally the movie ended, and so did the tight cosset hug from Jack. "That was such a good movie! What was your favorite song?" Roger racked his mind, "Uh, the one about the kitten and turtle taking turns," 

"That was such a cute one! Mine was the sharing one with Barnaby the mouse and Cynthia the pelican." Roger thought for sure Jack's screws were loose. He could never be entertained by something of this nature anymore. Roger made small talk before goose stomping himself up to his room. He dropped on his bed in total mortification. He was aghast to have even been able to sit through the entire thing!

His internal moaning didn't last as a knock on a door interrupted his moment. "Hey baby, it's beddie by time." Jack cooed. He invited himself in with a book in his hands: The Bedtime Wish Of Mr. Lemur.

Roger's mouth stood open once his eyes zeroed in on the pasty blue cover. Jack took a seat on the bed and patted the right side of it, ushering Roger to join him. "This is a story of a wise old lemur, who enjoys a good bedtime story even in his old age." Jack read the first few pages before Roger decided to peek over, accidentally slicing his finger against the sharp edge of the paper. "Ouch! Paper cut," he soothed his pointer in his mouth, "Oh, hold still rogie," Jack kissed Roger's finger, "there all better."

Jack finished the story, allowing Roger to get into his Pj's before tucking him into bed. "Goodnight my Mr. Man, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite." Roger could only let Jack's puckering lips press against his forehead. 

Once the lights were shut off for the night, Roger's mind was still awake. It raced through Jack pampering him and swaddling him in this cocoon. Unbreakable, unable to free himself from his father's dominating love. It swallowed him at every corner, abashing his chances at a fair impression for newcomers, Rod and Mick. It chided him. Bore into him, like teeth to a cob.

But even he couldn't expect the overattentive attention that he could receive by morning. In his eyes, it was a would be a new school day, a bright chance and a resumption of himself for the third grade.

Oh, Jack sure was proud of himself. His energy didn't die until two in the morning and by then, he had knitted two sweaters for his children for those chilly fall months. A flower one for Susan and a teddy bear one for Roger. He made matching hats for them as well and made the innocent choice of a teddy bear sweater for himself to match Roger's with the idea of being a pair. 

As predicted, spring always brought warm sunny days with lulling breezes and sparkly neon flowers and other days were chilly and gray with a somber shadow looming over everything. Today was a mixture, chilly but sunny. Jack practically forced Roger to wear his new sweater, but he didn't expect the nasty surprise that awaited him after school.

While all the other kids rushed out, Roger stared to dart out after being questioned and teased for the "ugly teddy bear sweater" as he called it, he saw the same bright blue sweater hugging onto someone else. A taller lanky figure, coming closer he found it to be Jack. Roger frozen in place, his face blushing a bright blossom color mixed with coconut white in a pasty shade of fear. Kids snickered and giggled when they noticed the matching attire between father and son.

"Rogie! Come on down baby!" Roger did a walk of shame down the stone steps, slithering through the judgment of everyone and incidentally into Jack's arms. "Teddy Bear hug for my teddy bear!" A mortified Roger had little choice, but to bury his face into Jack's torso to shelter his eyes from any silly looks or bolstering laughs from everyone who watched this horror show. Jack walked hand in hand with Roger and Susan on the way home, chatting non-stop about his 'surprises' for the children when they were to arrive home. Roger's expectations were low. In his mind, it could've been anything to a baby swing or a brand new crib just waiting for him to be placed into. 

Susan seemed to indulge in Jack's blabbering about his journey into getting the surprises from the store and how they had to be custom-made from scratch. Susan's eyes grew wide with excitement. Her bippy boppy pigtails bounced the more she skipped with bulging curiosity of what her present could be. Roger, on the other hand, barely made himself noticeable.

When arriving at the house, Jack ran ahead of them, enticing them to close their little eyes while Alice would help escort them inside. Roger's gut grew with some excitement- surely it would have to be pretty big if asked to wait outside with their hands to their eyes. Alice pulled them into the house and yelled "Surprise!" with an ardent rave. Susan opened her eyes first to see a brand new lip gloss kit just for her. It had different shades of pinks and some even had glitter mixed into them. "Oh, thank you so much Mommy and Daddy! I love it! I love it! I love it!" She squealed, jumping up and down before pulling Alice and Jack into a hug.

Roger grew really excited. Susan's pre-adolescent gift was like a preview for his, right?

A giant stuffed beige teddy bear with a propeller beanie cap on its head sat on the couch. Not the skateboard he'd hoped for..... the babyish teddy toy staring right back at him, mocking his childishness with a vigor. Nonetheless, to be polite, Roger wore a plastic smile and thanked Jack and Alice. "And don't forget, these are custom-made! I had Susan's lip glosses made fresh from the counter at the mall. The brand is No7®. And Roger's came from ToysRus®. I had it made specially for him, and had his name inscribed on the bottom of the teddy bear." Roger cringed from being reminded that his 'gift' was from a toy company, while Susan's was from the mall where most adults and teens shopped for their items. Sure, people shopped at ToyRus..... for strollers and cribs along with baby rattles and bottle sets.

Later in the evening, once chores were finished, homework was done and dinner was eaten, Roger was spending the remainder of his night watching Looney Tunes. Jack took a seat next to him, propping a laying Roger's feet into his lap. His fingers gently warmed their way on the soles of his soft little feet. Squishy in Jack's hands. "Did you have a nice day at school?" "Yeah," A short diluted answer. Jack questioned again, "Do you like your teddy bear?" His voice, cooing slightly. "Mmhm." Maybe he's tired, Jack thought to himself. So, he rubbed Roger's feet harder. Only a bit. Even Roger had to agree that Jack's massages were relaxing and that his feet did need the extra attention from the walk home from school.

Jack was gentle and detailed- rubbing to a pattern that would relax Roger's little feet. Once Looney Tunes went off, the familiar twinkle tune theme of The Twilight Zone popped on. Roger's eyes grew bigger, anticipating what would be the mystery of tonight from Rod Sterling. "Oh no, this probably is too scary for you, Rogie," And with that, Jack clicked the television off to a black screen. "It's bedtime anyway now." Roger's internal glare bored through Jack as he settled Roger into his arms for a moment, before setting him down from deciding tonight was not the night his back could withstand the weight of his eight year old.

"Do you know what time it is?" Jack asked, Roger shrugged, "Bath time!" A hot flash spiked up Roger's back and stabbed into his cheeks. Once he saw the ducky bath towel sitting on the counter of the sink among the other bath toys, a sliver of fear eroded in him. Roger returned to the bathroom with just his robe on before getting into the bubbly warm bath water. It felt good against his skin; a serene little moment of peace before the storm. Jack came in, sat to the side with a wash cloth and began to wash Roger's face and body. "We did this all the time when you were a little baby. I would get you all clean and sing you this little bath time song I made up....something called 'Gilly in the tub' or Cleanie time'..... something along those lines." Roger was not impressed... in fact, it wasn't until Jack raised his arm up and cleansed his armpit that he felt the true sting of feeling babied. His open mouth to protest led to a mouthful of soapy bubbly water once Jack had rinsed the cloth and squeezed the water onto Roger's face.

He wrapped Roger in his ducky bath towel and led him to his bedroom to lotion himself and put on his pajamas, while Jack drained the tub. But when Roger went to put on his pajamas, the ones laid out for him were these sky baby blue cloud printed footie type expect without the footie part. Roger raised an eyebrow, he'd never seen these pj's before. Were these missing ones that I had forgotten about? He questioned himself. But once Jack came and explained that they were simply new ones he had gotten that day because of "how cute they looked," he couldn't resist. As if Roger's face wasn't crimson already, he got a duplex nasty surprise when he realized the pj's came with a sleep bonnet and that Jack had bought matching ones himself.

Jack pretty much insisted Roger wear his together with Jack. "And don't forget the bonnet either, baby!" Roger's face brightened into a tomato red, having the bonnet plopped on his while being called a 'baby'. Jack grabbed a book from the shelf and sat on the bed. "Curious George gets a medal." Jack read the story with such animation that he hoped would provoke an honest keen in Roger. But he was still batty with wearing baby cloud pajamas that matched his father's. Once the story was finished, Jack tucked Roger into bed. "I'm not sleepy," Jack raised an eyebrow. "Not sleepy? How about a glass of milk?" Roger nodded.

Jack left the room just Susan entered. All she had to do was take one glance at Roger, then at Jack... before bursting a loud laughter. It furrowed Roger's eyebrows before he hopped out of bed and pushed Susan from his bedroom. "Shut up!" He slammed the door before walking over to his desk with a huge pout on his face. "Hey, what's Susan laughing at?" Jack popped through the doorway, glass of warm milk in one hand and two cookies in the other. "Nothing," Roger shook his and climbed back into bed. Jack set the cookies on the nightstand before tucking Roger in. "Now I don't want you eating and lying down, okay?" Roger nodded.

Jack paused for a moment before gathering a fatherly look in his eye, "How about I sing you a lullaby?" Roger's eyes went wide, "Oh, that's okay.... this milk is gonna hit the spot I think." "Are you sure?" By then, Jack had invited himself on the bed and lifted Roger into his lap. "I have a really good one that I used to sing to you as a baby?" Roger knew he couldn't back out of this one. If his voice cracks.... Thought a close to fed up Roger. "Okay," Hesitant with no free will to decline.

"Well, it's three o'clock in the morning,

Baby, I just can't be here tonight

Well, I hate to leave you, baby

Don't mean maybe, because I love you so

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

I hate to leave you, but I really must say

Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

I hate to leave you, but I really must say

Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight

Now, the sun might come and the birds

Might hear if I stay here too long

One kiss and we'll part

And you'll be sleeping

You know I hate to see you go

Goodnight, sweetheart goodnight."

Jack's voice was indeed soothing a tuned, but it still didn't stop the deep impending cringe Roger felt from sizzling inside him. "Now it's really time for bed, baby bear," Roger hated bring called that nickname.... at least some of the time. But tonight, he really hated it. He hated his pajamas, he hated his sleep bonney, he hated the bedtime story..... he hated being pacified by his father.... endlessly. Even the feeling of the thick snug warm quilt being placed over his body, sprouted hatered through him. "Goodnight little duckling, sweet dreams.... I love you very, very, very much!" 

Jack bent down and kissed Roger's cheeks- not just once; puckering a squeaky smooch to his chubby cheek, he lavished the little boy with a series of affectionate goodnight kisses. As if Roger's boiling point wasn't already bursting to a head, the last kiss was the loudest- a long 'Muah!' being hummed loudly through the entire bedroom, Jack's hands holding Roger's with a gentle grip and his face only spaces apart from Roger's. It ended with Jack's lips practically sucking the fleash off Roger's face, leaving a wet smooch mark in the form of Jack's love; heart shaping around his right cheek.

Jack gave a quick pinch to his cheek before leaving the room for the night. Roger was lying straight in bed; frown rooted on his face, shooting a glare that could chill the spiciest of things. Roger ended his night with swallowing his pride and hoping for a twist to his domain. He cuddled himself under his quilt before wrapping a gentle arm around his teddy bear. He stared into its eyes; black and lifeless, but forgiving to Roger's hidden animosity. He turned his eyes off for the night, allowing his body to drift into a weakness for slumber.

It was the middle of the week and Roger had no interventions from Jack. Thursday was promising with its spring blossoms and humming bees that whizzed past your ear. The sun poked through the glass of the classroom, allowing a sunny twinkle to splash Roger's skin during math. It was all rainbows and butterflies until a napping annoucment was made by Mr. Weschester, the principal. "Remember students, don't forget tomorrow is chaperone day. Parents and PTA staff faculty will participate as classroom helpers and lunch monitors, Friday. So, don't be surprised if you recognize one or a few people at the school!" He chuckled slightly.

It didn't alarm Roger. After all, Dad would be working and Mom doesn't even know yet. 

"Hey Roger!" He turned to see his sister running full speed through the hall, "Did you hear? Tomorrow is particiaption day, so it means Mom and Dad might be at the school tomorrow! That would be so great..... I would be able to show them all my teachers and hear them say how well I'm doing in their classes.... they'll be so proud!" Roger wasn't amused.

"I'm not surprised that you're not excited...... you're always doing something bad anyway," Roger opened his locker, "I'm not doing anything! I just don't think it's 'super cool' to have your parents show up at school.... I mean, you don't see me showing up at dad's job, right?" Susan shrugged, "It's Mick and Rod, isn't it?" Roger gave Susan a side look, "It's me Susan. You know how I've always felt about that," Roger grabbed his lunch from his locker, "Yes, I am trying to impress them right now, but....." Susan lifted a brow, "What?"

"I just don't want Dad showing up at the school. He's been so clingy lately- and don't try to deny it or stick up for him!" Susan giggled, "Oh yeah, like last night, in your matching pajamas and the matching baby bonnet that he made you wear. It was so funny!" Her voice squeaked. Roger slammed his locker door, "Whatever, if you see him, tell him I'm not his baby bear!"

He stormed away, leaving Susan behind with a graded worry and confusion. The lunchroom was filled per usual, only this time, Roger found a slightly more isolated table. The incident of the last time haunted him enough to keep his space empty or at least less crowded. But upon opening his lunch, Roger once again found a letter in his bag.

Dear Roger,

I just wanted to write about how special you are and how much fun I've had spending time with you the way I have. Our little walks when it's time to go home are pleasurable, our time together on the couch is relaxing and entertaining, but most importantly.... it's our bedtime that's my absolute favorite time with you. We get to read stories and I get to hold you in my arms as you slowly drift off to dreamland. And of course, sending you off with goodnight kissies and huggies to end the night, is a very important ritual to me. I love you more than anything and I hope you have the best day at school my guppy puppy!

XOXO

Love,

Daddy!

Roger scanned through the note before crumbling it inside the pocket of his jacket. He sat and ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich without any surmising feelings of anyone.

Friday arrived. The sun was bright and early, the birds were awake and breakfast was already on the table. Toast with melted butter, orange juice, bacon and eggs were served with a ginger smile from Alice as she set the last plate of food down on the table. She dusted the flour off her aporn before taking a seat with the rest of her family. Roger, unsupecting to Jack sharing a smile with Alice before looking back to their children.

Susan eating her toast peacfully while looking through her assingnment and Roger sipping his juice while sharing his looks between his plate and the wondering eyes he sensed from the table. 

The ride to school was filled with songs from Dean Martin. Roger just let the base of the radiowave take him as he anticipated every melody from the singer. He noticed Jack having this grin shaded on his face; unbreakable even when the traffic jamed and when a j-walker stepped out in front of the car and he had to slam his breaks and his horn at the same time. It didn't grind into Roger until they pulled up in the parking lot and he noticed Jack turning off the car. He turned around to Roger, "Puppy, Daddy's going to go in with you this time..." 

Roger looked to the side before turning back to his dad. "Is something going on?" "Well, sorta..... I'll tell you about it later," Now Roger was really confused. But, for once, he obeyed his father and followed him out of the car. Jack wiggled his fingers into Roger's little hand and held a tight grasp to it, like he was dangling from the edge of something and Roger was his lifeline connection. "Remember when we used to hold hands when we would to school some mornings?"

"Yeah..." Jack smiled down at Roger. He rubbed the back of Roger's hand with the side of his thumb. It made Roger self conscience- all eyes seemed to bore directly in their direction, like an alien was walking in broad daylight amongst the public eye. But they weren't. Only a few giggles broke through the clambers of laughter and causal chatting amoung the students. Father and son made it into the school where Roger broke free from Jack's pyhsical grasp and started on his way up the stairs after a quick aloof goodbye. "Nugget! What about your kissy kissy?!" Jack shouted; shuffling through the groups of children that seemed to stand in the way of his getting to Roger.

"I have to kiss you, baby bear!" Roger just stood frozen. Shocked and horrified at those little sentences. He shot his head around to see the slather of classmates mocking and teasing him much to Jack's complete oblivion. Roger stumbled down the stairs, struggling to meet Jack's gaze before being enveloped in a firm bear hug and receiving a resounding kiss on his forehead. And of course, Jack completely smothered his little face in goodbye kisses. One 'Muah' after another. Roger's face didn't seem to fade from its crimson color. It got bolder and bolder with everything Jack seemed to do that would humilate Roger to no end.

Why does he always embarrass me at the worst times? Roger's mind wasn't shy about conveying a few malefic thoughts of Jack of his own. "I love you, baby cakes. Now run and get to class now." "Baby cakes?" A boy questioned. Roger wiggled out of Jack's hug and ran to his class as fast as he could. Couldn't Jack see the slur of students he gathered around them? The crowd that was drawn because of his yelling? Like ants to an abandoned potato chip lying on the pavement.

Roger's day could only get worse as he realized out of his entire class, Jack was the only parent who showed up for particapation day. The realization made Roger want to scream. Jack would pop into the classroom ocassionally to help with passing out papers and cleaning up after the kids. He never seemed to busy enough to squeeze in the occasional hug or kiss to Roger. Pinching his cheek or rubbing his head wasn't barred either.

At lunch, Jack was chaperoning the students- paying extra unneeded attention to his own: wiping his mouth, feeding him the pudding he put in his lunch ealier, and the finale..... burping him; patting his back while his head was craddled against his shoulder. Then recess rolled around.

"Hey Mick, watch this!" Roger swung on the rod of the jungle gym, intending a front flip, but instead landed on the concrete asphalt. His knees were scrapped; blood trickling down them like tears. Roger tried getting up, but was stagnant on the ground. "Roger, are you okay?!" Mick ran to his friend and tried helping him up, but the watchful eye of Jack caught them and with lightning speed, flew over towards the boys. "Rogie! Are you hurt?! Did you get a boo boo?" He bent down and examined Roger's scraped knees. "Oh, you poor baby, it's okay.... daddy's got you," Jack lifted Roger and carried him to the nurses, bridal style. "Dad! Everyone's looking at us!" He whined.

"Oh, don't you worry about them... let's take care of Roger first." 

The bell rung, recess was over and Jack was to be back at Roger's next class. Roger came limping back from the nurses with his legs cleaned and bandaged. "There's my little pookie bear, do you feel better?" Roger's cheeks stung again. "Dad.... I'm not a pookie bear," His teeth were gritted, "Well, you're my pookie bear.... forever and always." Roger sucked up an eyeroll. 

The last class of the day seemed to shot by fast. Out in the hallway, Roger noticed Jack with Mitch and Rod, huddled around together. Roger's heart sped up, his breath became shaky and his mouth dry and metallic. He caught the tip end of Jack's memory of Roger's little daycare accident; his diaper being poofier than his whole little body and Jack speeding through track just to get there to change him. "I was so worried that Roger was going to get a diaper rash..... I think I went to five different stores to find the right diaper cream for his little bottom...."

Mick and Rod burst out laughing. "Can you tell us more stories of baby Roger?" Jack giggled, "Of course- in fact, I have pictures of him as a baby." Before Roger could intervine, Jack had whipped out pictures of baby Roger in the bathtub or comepletly nude on the living room rug. Jack's eyes had this twinkle of adoration in them- he loved talking about his children when they were little. "Roger was so adorable- oh and had the roundest little bottom I ever seen! I had made up this little song called 'Icing on the cake', and I would sing it while changing Roger's diaper."

"Why did you call it 'Icing on the cake'?" Rod asked, side eyeing Roger with a little smirk emerging from his mouth. Roger's eyes grew big, praying that Jack wouldn't reveal the most embarrassing story of his life. The most humilating secret that he would never let out for anyone. "I called it that because when I would put diaper powder and cream on Roger's little bottom, he would get fussy, so I would sing it for him to soothe him.... and because it was like icing a cake. His little bottom looked like a fluffy cotton ball.... that's why sometimes I call him my RoRo Bear."

Roger was in utter disbelief. A shock of total and utter humilation. His most embarrassing secrets were revealed right to the very people who he worked so hard to impress and entertain. The nickname he hated being called and the story he never wanted out was now in full circle, ready to blowup to the whole school. Jack finally spotted Roger, flashing him an innocent fatherly smile. "Hey munchkin, I was just talking to your friends Rod and Mick- they're very nice!" But Roger's face was stuck, stuck in a dark crimson colored dispair. "What's wrong?" Now Jack's voice rang concern. Roger furrowed his eyebrows into a deep glare and walked around the trio; going straight to his locker, pulling his backpack and walking out the front door, hoping to get trapped and lost in the rushing rabble of the students.

"Roger! Roger!" Jack caught up to him, and pulled him close to him. "What's the matter baby?" "I'm not a baby! I'm not a muchkin! Or a pookie poo or pookie bear or whatever, I'm not any of those things! And I'm not your little baby either! How could you do this to me?!"

"To you?" "Yeah! Why did you have to run and tell Mick and Rod about the Icing on the cake story or reveal my RoRo bear nickname?! Why did you have to come to school anyway?! Or buy matching Pj sets or kiss me everytime you see me or sing me a stupid lulluby? Or...Or......." Roger just scoffed out of Jack's grasp but stopped, fully allowing the boiling point come to a head, "I'M NOT A BABY ANYMORE! SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE ONE!" Roger huffed off, running all the way home with tears streaming down his little rosey cheeks. The crimson was wearing off, but the sting still stayed behind, leaving escars of disgrace deep in him.

Roger stopped at the corner, wiping his face from the thick rill of tears. "I'm never talking to him again." He said to himself. Roger looked around hoping to beat Jack's green chevy bel air to the house. He stormed in, said a quick greeting to his mother before locking himself in his bedroom, spending the next fifthteen minutes with a deep glare sprawled across his face.

Jack came in wearing a sullen teary eyed frown. "Jack?" Alice came over and sat him down on the couch. "What's wrong what happened?" Jack looked down, "He hates me,"

"Roger?" Jack slowly nodded, "I accidentally embarrassed him at school and he got angry and ran home, I'm assuming." "Yeah, he just ran upstairs not too long ago- what did you do?" Jack swallowed, "I guess I got carried away with being affectionate with him..... I babied him a little too much..... I always forget that's a sore spot with him!" He slammed his fist down on his thigh. "I'm gonna go talk to him." Jack's eyes looked toward the stairs.

Jack's feet were whiny against the wood of the stairs. He held tight to the railing, not allowing his legs to wobble him unbalenced. He could feel the tension from behind Roger's door. It only spotted a speck of softness once he heard the faint sniffling sounds on the other side. It made him want to break through the door and wrap his little one in a hug, but a sharp pinging sense of misgiving halted any mollycuddling thoughts. Instead, he delicately pittered a knock on the door. "Come in," Jack slowly tiptoed into Roger's bedroom, scouring his soft sniffles from tears that he had been crying alone in his bedroom.

"Roger.... can I sit?" He shrugged, "Whatever."

Jack took a seat across from Roger, "Rog..... I never meant to embarrass you...... I was just trying to-" Jack stopped, racking his brain for the right words, "I just wanted to be close to you. I thought that if I showed you how much I love you..... we would be close again."

"When were we not close?" Even Jack couldn't answer that. He realized just how overexaggerated his idea really was. "You made new friends and-" "Now I probably won't have because of you!"

Jack had to bite his tounge and swallow the shallow pettiness of pride he had from his callous mistake. No matter how he would spin this, Roger would never the plot. Jack himself was though. He made it all about him more than he ever could've for Roger. All because of a haunted memory he carried with David. Jack wanted to be better, he wanted to be opposite. So much....... that he forgot what was right in front of him. His pride was shaken so much, that looking Roger in the eye would be very painful....more than it should've.

"I'm so sorry Roger. Honestly, I am. I know you're not a baby...... it's not always easy for me to admit that to myself everytime I see you growing up and doing things on your own. In my mind, I guess I was thinking of some of our best memories being when you were just so.....so....little. So helpness and fragile.....you needed me then. You needed me so much, and I just felt so responsible for being this positive influence in your life that....... I couldn't help it. I still see you as a baby on some days and.... I guess I got a little carried away,"

"A little?" Jack gave a tight smile, "A lot." Roger turned his sight back to the floor, "Roger, look at me darling," Roger slowly lifted his eyes back to Jack's. "I'm very, very, very sorry about.... everything. You're not a baby and I was wrong for being that way...." Jack's eyes softened, a soft tiny smile rippled on face, "I look at you now.... and I'm so proud of you. I love you very much, and the last thing I would ever want is to make you cry or be angry or in pain."

Jack held out his arms, "Do you forgive me?" Roger eventually let a smile cross him, giving into his father's pout and falling into each other's arms. "Of course." Jack squeezed Roger tightly, never wanting to let go. "Just promise me one thing....."

"What?" Asked Roger. Jack pulled away to look into the green of Roger's eyes. "Promise, no matter how big you get.....you'll still be my little baby bear?" Roger smiled, "I promise." The father and son hugged each other tightly, running through the strainds of hair on the back of each other's heads. Roger felt Jack's hand rubbing and craddling his little head, while Jack felt Roger's little hand rub in between the back of his scalp and neck.

Jack decided to savour the little present moment without any doubts or past memories to cloud what already exsisted......

Their love for one another.

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Been Thinking

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Dwd!Harry x Dwd!Y/n

Word Count- 1.6k

Warnings- Smut (soft dominance, a few curse words)

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Kinks- Phone Sex, Guided Masturbation

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Harry was just saving his last document of the day when a meeting was pulled. A meeting that could very well have been done over a few emails, but alas, they couldn't do something that would save their employees even a little of their time.

Thinking that he would only be a bit late, he went into the room not having any idea about his own self that'd be coming out of the same room with 8 files stacked up in his hand. All the ones that needed to be done tonight.

He sat on his chair with all the files sprawled across his desk, and looked at his empty coffee cup in dread. He did not have it in him to go and fetch himself some. So, as unwilling as he was, he defeatedly called the general assistant. Her job was to do just that – it was just Harry who couldn't benefit from it much often considering her infatuation with him.

"A coffee please," he said just when she peeked through the door, slipping his cup that Y/n had left there for him across the desk to have her stay as away from him as possible.

She didn't seem much chirpy today though, considering she just took the cup and left silently – without making any shot at him. It made Harry feel a little relieved, the thought of her finally backing off.

Without much thought, he powered on his laptop and at the same time, dialled up Y/n. He was just calling to let her know that he wouldn't be coming home for the night. And she was normal about it, cursing his office a bit and making him laugh.

It was when he was about to wish her a good night that she muttered something in a small, frail voice. Harry felt alarmed that something was wrong but he figured the problem when she repeated herself on his demand.

"Was thinking about you all day," she said, and after a long pause wished him a good night, hanging up a little later than normal – as if she was waiting for some kind of response. A response that Harry stupidly enough couldn't give. He was just so shocked at her words – she had never been this loud with her needs before. Yes, it's only been six months in their arranged wedding but… still.

Feeling like a prick, he decided to give it a rest. Putting his phone on the desk and just wishing for the coffee to be down his throat already.

Opening up files on his laptop, his head couldn't help but replay the little voice she had very kindly – and indirectly – voiced her needs to him. She said that she had been thinking about him all day, which must mean that she was also eager for him to come home tonight.

God, he can't believe what he's just done. Turned down the needs of the woman who's been making him weak in his knees ever since she's been with him, just because he was too stunned to speak? Rubbing his palm over his hair and fixing his hair a bit, he decided to call her back.

Not the regular call. But, a video call.

He wasn't ready for her to pick up on the first ring. But when he saw her face, he knew that she hadn't intended to pick up. Her hair was a little tousled, lips bitten and plump, eyes a little hazy and, because he squinted, he saw a fine layer of sweat on her forehead.

She surely wasn't sleeping or crying, but Harry shouldn't be thinking about what she really was doing – even though it was as clear as his eye sight.

He immediately opened his mouth and I speak before she could panik. "Don't hang up!" He said quickly. "Please," he trailed off when she paused. For a moment, all he could see was their bedroom ceiling but then she picked up the phone again – her hair now a little matted and sweat wiped off her face.

"I- uh, I'm sorry. I was just-" she stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation, with a lie. However, a shushing sound came through the phone, catching her off guard.

"It's okay, Y/n," he said and she felt a flutter in her stomach at the sound of her name from his mouth. "It should be me apologizing. And I-I'm very sorry," he said, looking at himself with slight disgust in his own brain at his words.

Looking away from him and probably picking at the bedsheet, "it's okay," she said, just as shyly.

"So, tell me. What were you thinking, Y/n?" He spoke, and she couldn't help but clench her thighs tighter.

"Nothing… just about when you'll be home and what would you like for dinner and stuff," she mumbled and while that was a very innocent answer, Harry couldn't help but see past the bullshit.

Humming, he pretended he was thinking hard about something. "Well, I'm not coming home tonight now, am I, darling?" He teased her, feeling more and more dominant in the situation as the time passed by.

Y/n only nodded in response, her eyes never once staying still.

"You can pretend all you want, love. But I can see the fucking mess you've made of yourself," he said impatiently, his voice now hoarse in an attempt to be a little quiet. And also, because under all the nervousness, Y/n's hand had lowered and he could see her red finger prints on her breasts, from when he imagined she was gripping them.

He could see the tips of her ears turn pink, yet she didn't make any effort to cover herself.

"Make that mouth of yours useful, and tell me – were you really thinking about that? Hm?"

"No," she breathed, rolling her lips in and shifting on the bed. "Just wanted you," she continued.

"Where baby?"

"Anywhere. Just wanted you so bad," she whispered lightly, a slight tingle in her nose.

Harry licked his lips, feeling worse about having to stay the night. "Look at you, poor thing. I'm very sorry baby, can't do much from here." He sighed. Leaning back, he put in his airpods. "Help me out a little, will you?" He more of suggested and only smiled when she agreed.

Getting impatien, he cut right to the subject. "Touch yourself for me. I'm here, and I'm listening," he told her, also surprising her.

She hesitated but lied back down when he cooed at her, muttering sweet names as her hand crawled lower and lower. "I can't see you, sweet girl. Put your phone on my bedside table," Harry instructed her, and she did it quickly, desperate for anything type of touch now.

The wetness had started slipping out of her. Her thighs felt wet whenever they rubbed and she was sure some of it was on the bedsheet as well. She knew, that if she touched herself now, she wouldn't be able to last for long. Her nipples were perky and sensitive – a whimper left her mouth with every accidental graze in them.

"Go on, Y/n. Won't give it to your husband?" He said, and Y/n swears she could've came right then and there. Instead, a moan slipped past her lips, and she heard him curse under his breath.

He saw as her hand cover her core, could see her inner thigh that was away from him glistening, and god, does he hate his boss. When her knuckles started moving, Harry could tell that she was in ecstasy. Small sounds started escaping her mouth and the moment she looked at him and sucked her fingers – Harry knew that he hadn't married a woman as innocent as he had thought.

Breathing out with each stroke on her clit, her back arched off the bed. "What are you thinking, Y/n?" She heard him ask, and without much thought she told him.

"About you, Harry. Your fingers, your cock, your mouth," she ranted, her pace increasing with each word.

Harry saw how she was slipping out of her shell, voicing her fantasies to him. And just when he was about to tease her, he heard something. Then again, and again.

She said she was going to come. No, she was yelling his name. No, she's chasing her high, and she's yelling his name. "Fucking hell, Y/n." He gritted through his teeth, feeling like he was going to burst just by the sight of her and the yell of his name in her voice.

"Fuck, I already love you moaning my name," he grunted.

Y/n was long lost now, her hips chasing her own hand as she continued moaning his name.

Harry saw her thighs start to quiver and he prayed that they'd be around his head the next time – while he sucked on her again and again. "I can't hear you – louder, baby." He urged her own, feeling pleasure in her pleasure.

"Fuck, Harry!" She screamed right when her thighs cleanched around her hand. Her other hand kneading her boob a little lightly now.

Her cheeks were flushed, sweat coated her hairline and her forehead, her eyes were squeezed shut and her body shook as her hand was still rubbing her core, getting her through her high.

Slowly and slowly, her hand came out of the cage of her thighs, and went right up to her mouth as she once again looked at him while sucking on them. A smile creeped up on her mouth and once she got a hold of her phone again, she couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sight of his sweaty face.

"You really don't know the things you do to me, Y/n," he said hoarsely, letting his head fall back and shutting his eyes tightly..

"Neither did you until now," she shrugged with a grin spreading on her face, and she knew she was in too deep when he chuckled.

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Don’t Worry, Darling

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Warning: misogynistic talk, outdated ideals, (nothing wrong with wanting to be a housewife if YOU wanna be one tho my angels)

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She had woken up before him. The new sunlight breaking into the room as her cheek laid warm on his chest, one arm around her as he slept soundly. Her husband.

It never got old waking up next to him. How warm he kept her during the cool nights, how he would subconsciously tighten his hold on her whenever she moves, his sleepy whines and pouty face whenever she tried to leave the bed, his smothering of kisses all over her sleep flushed cheeks. It was a luxury. Today, she woke up before him. A rarity, considering his job at the office paired with the fact he was a naturally early riser.

She took some time to observe him. The slope of his nose, the tiny sparse freckles. The scar near his eyebrow, which the origin story made her giggle under her breath. The tiny tiny wrinkles of his smile lines, a smile she loved so much it physically hurt. The sleep swollen pout of petal pink lips that she craved. A man like him having a mouth like that was both a blessing and a curse, because she swore she couldn’t go a day without it’s pecks and… other talents. The carving of his jaw and his cheeks, both of which she deemed unfair. It was like he hogged all of the beauty in the world and got to keep it all to himself. She loved the slight stubble coming in, dramaticized by the new morning light. The warm hue covered the side of his face, the peaceful early hours showcasing a man at peace. A man without worry. A man only she got to see.

It was incredibly difficult to drag herself out of bed with that view, but she wanted to be good to him. Spoil him, because he certainly had the night prior. The jello like feeling in her thighs only proved that as she walked to their bathroom nude. He was a perfect lover, a frequent one. It made many of their friends jealous considering their newlywed rose colored glasses didn’t seem to be coming off even 2 years into their marriage.

Y/N let the damp washcloth glide over her face to wash the remnants of sleep from her, letting her hair out of the low bun she had haphazardly thrown it into the night prior after their marital activities. Harry always knew how to tire her out. The smile grew on her face as she saw the makings of a love bite gracing the swell of her breast, dark and bold. Her dress would cover it, sure, but it would be a reminder for both of them of the words he had uttered over and over again last night as he finished inside of her.

“You’re mine.”

“You’re mine.”

“You’re mine.”

She swallowed thickly as she felt the burn of desire coat her veins, shaking her head to knock herself out of it. For now.

Her hands found a crumbled white shirt he had worn to work and tossed to the side after getting home sitting on top of the laundry basket and couldn’t help herself. Grabbing the material, she brought it to her nose and inhaled his scent. The traces of his soap, his spicy cologne she had gotten him for his birthday… her. Her grin widened as she found her own lipstick smear on the collar from her enthusiastic greeting to welcome him home.

The shirt was slid on arm by arm, watching the mirror as she buttoned it up enough to protect herself from the stove but low enough that he would be able to see his marking.

It ached to leave his sleeping body in their ruffled sheets, but her husband deserved a good breakfast. He worked hard all day for her, he provided for her, and she wanted him to see how much she appreciated that. And… maybe wanted to see if she could talk him into staying home with her. For once.

It had only happened a few times where Harry had accepted her pleas and coos for him to stay home and have a day just with her. Of course they had weekends, nights, holidays, but Y/N was in fact greedy with Harry’s time. Or so he says with a tweak of the lips whenever she asked. It didn’t bother her too much considering he was well paid and loved his job, but sometimes she wanted to be greedy. Wanted his attention all day long.

What better way to convince him than this? The keys to a man’s heart? A good, home cooked meal- and sex. Lots of good sex.

Y/N hoped the combination of the shirt and breakfast sealed the deal.

She padded quietly down to the kitchen and began to prepare for his favorite- Blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, and good, strong coffee. It was second nature to her at this point, cracking the eggs in the pan, stirring the batter, washing the fruit. Humming a song stuck in her head that she had heard at the grocers the day before. This was her life, and she loved it. The sunny kitchen and top of the line appliances, the smell of fresh food being cooked, waiting on her husband’s arrival.

Getting lost in her head was something she did quite often, but by the time she was finishing the last pancake, she startled when she felt strong arms winding around her waist and a familiar voice humming into her ear.

“Smells divine, Darling.” The rasp right against her had her shivering, leaning back into him instinctually. His lips grazed her forehead as her back fell against his chest, sighing softly as he left a kiss to the top of her brow. This was bliss. “My favorites.. You always spoil me rotten.” The vibration of his words buzzed on her skin. Harry always did show his appreciation for her.

A glance down made her realize her end goal, seeing the pristinely pressed blue suit she had done up for him yesterday when she ironed. The goal is to keep him at home, preferably in a lot less clothing but in this same position.

The burner was turned off, his wife spinning to meet his face with a kiss as she faced him properly. Hand’s smoothed down the lapel of his jacket, soft eyes meeting his as she pulled back from his minty kiss. “Good morning.” Her voice crooned, pressing another peck to his lips. “You deserve to be spoiled. Sit, sit.” She motioned to his spot already set with orange juice and the daily paper she had snuck outside ton grab for him. “Let me bring it to you.”

Harry was a grown man, but Y/N knew what he liked. He liked to be served his breakfast and to eat with her while they quietly enjoyed their time together, the sounds of the radio playing and the flipping of newspaper pages. He was a simple man with few demands of her, so she figured it was the very least she could do. Y/N wanted to be the best wife she possibly could be.

Harry smiled tenderly up at her as she set down his plate. She had made sure to make it perfect for him, picking the most perfect and blueberry filled pancakes and the crispiest bacon. Coaxing him for good news on her end, she pulled away and grabbed her own from the counter, taking her spot across from him.

“You look amazing this morning, my dove.” His voice was quiet, lowering his glass of juice down. His tongue peeked out to catch a droplet that had caught on his lip, slowly dragging it back into his mouth as his eyes stayed on her own. Christ, he was handsome. Everything he did was a trigger of her hunger for him, the thirst she had for his touch, his mouth, all of his attention. “Is that my shirt?”

His gaze was darker as he ran it over her, a flush of heat running through her stomach. Anticipation built as she recognized the look on his face. “Yes. Is that alright, dear?” Her tone was innocent, even added a tilt to the head as she raised a syrup covered bite to her mouth. She knew what she was doing, so did her husband, but she wouldn’t admit it quite yet.

“Yes. I prefer it, I think.”

Y/N knew she had gotten to him but smiled lightly, going back to her meal. She knew how to up her chances and now that Harry was clued into her little game it was best that she bided her time.

It was a good breakfast. Meeting his suspicious eyes over his newspaper, watching him clear his plate, he asked her for her opinion on the crossword puzzle answers which she would dutifully reply… Bliss. Perfection. Part of her didn’t even want to bug him to stay home because his mood was so good… But she had to try.

She took his plate and her own to the sink, hurrying back to him as he grabbed his briefcase in hand. His eyes were on his watch, adjusting the band slightly with a tiny furrow in his brow. She knew why. It was 2 minutes after he usually liked to leave but he had been engrossed in his crossword.

“Harry?” She peeped, approaching him with freshly washed hands. His eyes glazed up at hers with question, knowing she was deviating from their normal routine of bringing his lunch bag- which was sitting in the fridge in case her effort failed- and narrowed his gaze slightly.

“What is it, love?” He murmured, looking down at her face. Studying it. “You’re up to something.” It wasn’t a question but a statement, knowing his wife far too well to pretend she wasn’t doing something out of the ordinary. Harry liked schedule and she knew it, so it wasn’t often that she would deviate from that in fear it would upset him.

“Well.. I was just thinking about how yesterday, you said you were so tired, right?” She grasped his arms in her hands, leaning her head up to give him the best pleading eyes she could muster. “And I think you’re overworking yourself.” Her lashes fluttered, a tiny pout forming on her lips as she rubbed his biceps over the suit. Harry let out a sigh, which wasn’t a good sign, shaking his head down at her.

“I’m perfectly fine. I promise, I know my limits. You worry too much.” He tried to reassure her. “I’ve got to go now, Darling. We can talk more when I arrive home over dinner, that chicken you said? But I can not be late.” His reasoning didn’t matter. She wanted him home.

“I just think that one day at home can be so beneficial to you, Harry.” She pleaded, trying to find his tell in the way he clicked his jaw. “You know? You can relax… sit on your chair and read. Just let me rejuvenate you. I can tend to you… Cook for you… Kiss on you…” Her coy look was met with a shake of the head, walking slowly into her as she spoke. “Please? I am just a worried wife, Harry. You work so hard every day and never take breaks. Would one day-“

Her argument was cut off with his mouth. Her one weakness was covering her own, stopping her in her tracks as he pressed a few kisses against her sweet lips. Slightly sticky from the syrup, they stuck together as he spoke. “I can’t, my love. I’ve got to go.” He kissed her again, tenderly and sweet before pulling out of her grip. “Don’t Worry, Darling. I’m alright.”

He had to exit the door before he gave in, which she had been so close to getting him to do. Y/N huffed, grabbing his lunch from the fridge in a mad dash and racing out to find him getting into his car. The top was down, as usual, his smile widening as he saw her emerge with the bag. Her out of breath figure appeared by the passenger side, placing it next to his briefcase.

“C’mere.” His hand grabbed her chin as she leant over the car, kissing her a bit harder. It could be felt in her toes, the slight brush of tongue letting her know she had been closer to her goal than she initially realized. “Walk out of that house again like this, showing those legs that belong to me to the neighborhood, and m’gonna spank that ass hot.” He scolded lightly, eyes dark on her own. Harry wasn’t afraid to do it either. It sent a wave of want, of hot yearning down to the throbbing between her thighs. “I’ll give you attention when I come home.” His pause was softened by his thumb brushing her stick lip again. “I love you. Be a good girl for me today.” His teeth bit down against her bottom lip, making her gasp as the tiny sting melded into painful pleasure.

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updatingyn Y/N out in New York with Glenne earlier today!

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harryfan3 A TOTAL MILF

ynfan7 the first time we’ve seen y/n out with her child…😭

harryfan9 y/n’s outfits are so iconic

ynfan6 i aspire to be her one day

harryfan4 she’s going to harry’s show tonight!!!!!

ynfan10 glenne and y/n = best duo ever

harryfan12 imagine walking around with harry styles child?

ynfan14 y/n truly is living the dream

harryfan11 i’m going insane over her outfit

ynfan13 how does she look so good

harryfan15 i am forever jealous of y/n

ynfan17 the definition of a milf 🙏

harryfan19 she slayed.

ynfan16 i can’t wait to see her at the show tonight

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lloyddddddddddddddddd Canada, backstage

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harryfan18 Y/N!!

ynfan20 the way harry is wearing gucci and y/n is wearing balenciaga 😭

harrystyles My pretty girl.

harryfan22 screaming and crying over this

ynfan24 i just want what harry and y/n have

pillowpersonpp queen of backstage

harryfan21 WE ARE GETTING Y/N CONTENT AGAIN

hunterschafer my favorite person in the world

ynfan23 she’s so pretty

florencepugh best girl ever 💕

harryfan25 i wanna be y/n for a day

gemmastyles the sweetest!

ynfan27 the muse in all her glory ✨

_basselin my favorite tour buddy

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yourinstagram my little love bug

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harryfan26 the little hand 😭

ynfan28 THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

harrystyles I love my two girls.

yourinstagram and we love you!!

harryfan29 GIRLS??? HE HAD A GIRL?

ynfan31 i love dadrry already 🥹

gemmastyles i hope you are having an amazing time on tour! 💕

harryfan33 already one of the best nepotism babies

zendaya this post is giving me baby fever.

ynfan30 we are getting baby content now…i’m crying

sydney_sweeney little mini y/n

harryfan32 when you realize harry styles is now a father

ynfan34 going mentally insane ❤️

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dontworrydarling A beauty in Victory.

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ynfan35 i’m not going to recover

harryfan37 HARRY AND Y/N IN THE SAME MOVIE TOGETHER?

florencepugh such a beauty!

ynfan39 she’s one of the burlesque dancers 😭

alessandro_lambert best actress ever

harryfan36 so the y/n and olivia drama is real

ynfan38 most likely it’s a rumor…

gemachan loved working with y/n 💞

harryfan40 how am i supposed to deal with this information

harris_reed i am freaking out over this

ynfan42 now i’m more excited to watch dwd

jacobelordi can’t wait!

harryfan44 i just know she’s gonna eat up her screen time

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harry_lambert New York, Night One!

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harryfan41 harry found dead

ynfan47 SHE IS THE MOMENT

yourinstagram best stylist out there xx

harry_lambert i love you!!!

harryfan49 y/n just keeps on slaying and slaying

hunterschafer literally such a goddess

ynfan51 her outfit outdid everyone’s tonight 🙏

mitchrowland Harry has been staring at his phone for like 10 minutes…I wonder why?

harrystyles Heyyyyyy.

harryfan52 mitch exposing harry is so 😭

ynfan50 you can tell harry really is obsessed with y/n

pillowpersonpp i am in love

harryfan53 y/n’s outfit is top tier for love on tour

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ynupdates Y/N MEETING FANS TODAY IN NEW YORK!

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ynfan58 i love her so much

harryfan55 SHE HAD A RING ON HER WEDDING FINGER??

ynfan59 what if y/n and harry got married secretly…

harryfan56 that honestly sounds like something they would do

ynfan60 she is so beautiful omg

harryfan62 wasn’t harry with her too??

ynfan64 yeah he just got cropped out 🤭

ynupdates my account is called y/n updates for a reason

harryfan61 mrs. styles 😭

ynfan63 she’s so sweet

harryfan65 ✨ i just think you’re cool ✨

ynfan67 new york just keeps on winning

harryfan69 whoever met her…congratulations

The now married Euphoria actress brought a child into the world in late 2021 with beloved Harry Styles. The two were linked back in 2017 after fans spotted Y/N at Harry’s New York show with friends. Ever since then, they got married and had a child together.

Though just earlier last year Y/N’s pregnancy leaked and took the world by storm. The public went truly insane at her private information. News outlets, social media, magazines. You name it and most likely they were talking about Y/N and her musician partner.

“Well…when my pregnancy was leaked it sort of took a toll on Harry.” Y/N explains. “He felt defeated that he couldn’t protect that information. We both really wanted the pregnancy to be quiet and private but it turned out to be the opposite.”

Paparazzi had followed Y/N all around Malibu until they captured photos of her pregnant. Almost immediately they released the photographs and very quickly the news took over the world.

In response Harry filed complaints against the media companies and won his cases. Suing paparazzi made a whole other wave on the internet, yet the couple decided to ignore the talk and carry on with their lives.

Being just recently married, Y/N talks about spending her honeymoon at a private villa in Italy. “It was a dream come true. Marrying the love of my life then honeymooning to our favorite place, Italy.”

The As It Was singer discusses in an interview with Howard Stern, he and Y/N met at a bar in Positano Italy. He goes on to say he felt like she was too cool for him which I bring up to Y/N who laughs nodding. Now we know who Cinema is about.

Getting married secretly was a thing Y/N had always wanted. She hated the idea of paparazzi or fans finding out where their wedding was being held so Styles hired about thirty security guards who guarded their wedding venue, Addington Palace.

“We held our wedding in London because it meant a lot to Harry. He told me he’s always dreamed of getting married in London since he was little.” Y/N explains biting her lip most likely suppressing a smile.

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I am not ready for this film

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[moonchildstyles]

Read the prosecco pussy eating blurb, i bet h can't get enough of her after that, like he eats her out every chance he gets to make up for the past nd he's just constantly reminded of her smell, her taste, she's got her own personal certified pussy eater. Imagine he wakes up in the morning and he's hard so he starts by slowly kissing her to wake her up too and when she does they make out for a bit then he slides under the covers nd starts kissing down her body and eats her out while also touching himself like he's this lump under the blankets and she can't see him but what a nice way to wake up

Also the scene from dwd is so real now, like obviously he would eat her on the kitchen island, either they're coming from a party and she's in a dress like in the movie or maybe she's staying at his place and he just got back from a long day at work, he's in his suit and she's in his tshirt nd she's so sweet, she got them food but he was hungry for something else so he carries her, puts her on the island and just goes down on her. And imagine in his office, maybe she's visiting him for lunch but he's just been thinking about her all day nd well she did come there to help him destress. He starts by slowly kissing her nd telling her how much he misses her and then guides her to his table and like it's so f***king hot how he pushes everything off his table cause he literally does not care about anything else except having her in his mouth, he's just indulgently eating her pussy in his office on his table with the view of the city in the back. Yeah he's definitely making it up to her and it's like his favourite thing ever

wait the way im so emotionally attached to the idea of him underneath the covers and eating her out after waking her up:( like I can so see that just so soft and like just those cute morning vibes :( but youre so right ab him just....like he has soooo much time to make up for now so hes obsessed wanting to take care f her every chance and I LOVEEEEEE it being a little dwd on the dining table or in his office at home or something like that just....🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸

#anon #ask #prosecco inspo #concept

[alonetimelover]

M A S T E R L I S T

Hello and welcome within Action!Universe, where YOU are the main character.

Sit (or lay) comfortably and enjoy the success, drama, love, hate and so much more.

Social Media posts

1. 2017 - 2018 Harry and Director!Reader start their relationship after filming Sign Of The Times music video. Concerts together. First article. Anniversary. Big movie to direct.

2. 2018 - 2019 Harry and Director!Reader anniversary in Italy. One Night Only - Fine Line. Premiere of Director!Reader's film.

3. 2020 Director!Reader nominated for an Oscar. Attending gala with Harry. First win. Gossip. DWD. Betrayal.

4. late 2020 - 2022 Director!Reader and Stranger Things. New man. Harry's House. Drama. First anniversary. Next big film.

5. 2022 - 2023 Privacy has been violated. Surprising reunion. Trial. Songs were written. Midnights. Halloween. Italy. Rumours. 'Cherish her'.

2023 Harry releases an album. Yn and Joe are not fans of it.

Harry's blurbs

2017 - first date

2020 - tolerate it - YN confronts Harry

2020 - champagne problems - everything has its end

2023 - Heartbreak Anniversary - Harry gets to know that YN's pregnant

Joseph's blurbs

to be posted

let's talk about it all requests are welcomed!

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[pancakes4two]

Pls do more Alycia ig blurb im so obsessed with it 😭😭😭🙏

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yourinstagram My favorite thing about Venice is that it feels like Venice

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gemmachan she’s a jokester

harryfan1 THE CAPTION PLEASE

harrystan Y/N gagged harry a little with this caption like why even lie

ynfan1 i know it took everything out of her not to bust out laughing when harry said that during the interview

jefezoff My favorite thing about a Y/N Instagram post is that it feels like a Y/N Instagram post

harrystyles Can’t trust anyone these days…

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yourinstagram Venice, Venice, Venice…

Where do I even begin? This has been the most magical 24 hours of my life. To have your film be showed at Venice is a dream come true. To have your film be celebrated at Venice in the presence of all your greatest loves, both old and new, is a fantasy come to life. I have been wishing for this moment for as long as I can remember. Thank you for lending us your ears and your eyes. Thank you for graciously welcoming Alice & Jack into your hearts.

I love you all to infinity.

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ynfan1 IM SO PROUD OF U BABY

ynfan2 DONT THINK I’LL EVER STOP CRYING

ynstan THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING KNOW HOW SPECIAL THIS IS FOR HER

harryflorals Congratulations on a successful premiere!

yourbff couldn’t be prouder to call you my best friend.

harrystyles Happy Venice, darling.

harryfan1 OK NOW IM ACTUALLY SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY

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harryflorals “I mean, it’s pretty unbelievable, isn’t it? I feel so lucky to have been able to share this experience with Y/N, and I think it’s a real testament to how incredible of an actress she is. I can’t say for a moment that I was ever surprised when we got contacted by Venice to show our film after the premiere. I mean, you all saw the film! Her performance was so powerful and moving, and I’m so grateful I got to be her Jack.”

HARRY SPEAKING ABOUT ATTENDING VENICE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND Y/N IN A PROMO REEL FOR DWD!!

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harryismybf He is so fond of her like please can I just die

harryfan Guys pack it up he’s fr in love…

harrystan1 couple of the year💔

harrystyles

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harrystyles I dig your cinema.

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harrygirl HELP THE CINEMA LYRICS

harryfan2 HE FINALLY STOPPED BEING A NARCISSIST AND POSTED HIS GIRL

harryfan1 NOT HIM CONFIRMING CINEMA IS ABOUT HER LIKE WE ALREADY KNEW IT WAS OBVIOUS BUT STILL

anthonypham H in his photographer era

yourinstagram I just think you’re cool 🤷🏼‍♀️

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