#they're giving her the thumbs up and winking and whispering

[softquietsteadylove]

Me again! Could I maybe request a follow up to the lawyer/Thena raising her sisters au? The first one was so good and I'd love to see what happens when Gil comes over to make the lasagna. Thank you :)

"Hey!"

Gil looked up from chopping, just barely catching two heads ducking down behind the back of the couch again to resume pretending to watch tv. He chuckled, glancing briefly to his right, "it's okay, I don't mind."

Thena shook her head though, focusing back on cutting parsley with needlessly forceful chops. "They're only lingering so they can ask you invasive questions, despite me debriefing them earlier."

It was funny that she called it 'debriefing' them. But she had warned him that she didn't have much in the way of friends, so don't be concerned by the endless questions of being her boyfriend, or at least liking her, if not being accused of having a long standing affair with her. That, he had blushed at.

He shrugged though, laughing to himself as he caught the odd eye glancing his way again. "They're kids, I don't blame them for being curious. I did kind of come over uninvited."

"Trust me, it's never gone well when I've attempted to tackle our mother's recipes before," Thena muttered, looking at the hand written notes lovingly propped open on a book stand for their reference. She looked down and pointed with the knife, "like this?"

Gil smiled; the parsley looked like it had been murdered and sawed. He nodded, "looks great. Honestly, even finer--the smaller the better when it goes in the ricotta."

Thena accepted the instruction, resuming hacking at it.

Gil winced for the poor cutting board. "May I?"

Thena just watched as he reached over gently. He moved one hand to the back of the blade and adjusted the wrist of her other, demonstrating the rocking motion of a cleaner cut. "Oh."

"It'll be easier on your hand," he suggested lightly, leaving his ears and the cutting board's longevity aside.

Thena eyed him and the mirepoix he was stirring in the pot with sizzling meat already in it. She continued his work, slower and clumsier, but following his demonstration. "Thanks--this is what I was talking about."

He shrugged, though, adding the garlic and tomato paste to the loudly sizzling pot. "Hey, you wouldn't know this stuff unless it was taught to you. I just happened to be in the kitchen with my grandma a lot as a kid."

Thena stared down at her parsley, looking more and more fine by the moment. "Mother knew I was terrible in the kitchen. Father would remind me ceaselessly that a wife who couldn't cook was like a car with no wheels."

Gil frowned, "that's a pretty messed up thing to say. And to your own daughter?"

She gave him a half a smile and a raise of her sharp eyebrow, "you can tell why Mother's keepsakes are all over the house, while I didn't even keep the car that was in Father's name."

He gave her a little laugh at her joke, no matter how dark. "I guess I don't blame you for that. Moms hold the family together most of the time anyway, right?--taste."

Thena blinked at the speed with which he transitioned from one subject back to their dinner. But she accepted the bite of carrot, blowing before popping it into her mouth. "Hm, still crunchy, but it tastes good."

"Adding the tomato paste and frying it a little first helps get that tinny, acidic taste out, and sweetens it." He reached for the wine, adding a healthy glug or two before reaching for the canned tomatoes. He nodded his head, "want a glass?"

Her eyes darted to the living room.

She was a dutiful guardian, mother or not. Gil smiled, though, nudging the bottle, "one glass won't hurt, right? We're not going anywhere for the rest of the night, and they're fine."

Thena eyed the bottle before sighing, "there are some glasses on the top shelf next to the fridge, I think."

She thought, as in she wasn't sure. But Gil wiped his hands off on the towel he had thrown over his shoulder and moved to the fridge. There were indeed wine glasses still in there, upside down and everything. He pulled two out, admiring the light feel and crystalline shine of them.

"Hey," he whispered, pouring them each a modest glass of a mere few ounces each. He clinked them lightly too, although the quality of the glass still made them ting loudly. "To the first lasagne of many, right?"

That made her smile, and his own smile brightened. Whether it was lasagne or anything else from their mother's hand written recipes, he was happy to help with it. She picked up her glass and gave him a gentle smile over the rim of it. "To the inaugural lasagne."

Her lips looked even more full against the rim of a glass, and when she pulled away he realised for the first time that she wore just a little lip colour when they were in the office.

He averted his eyes from the faint pink on the rim of her glass, looking into his own swirl of red wine. Moving back to the pot he smelled the bubbling mixture. "Usually I'd say to let it simmer for a while, but about fifteen minutes should be fine so we can get things in the oven."

Thena nodded after another sip of her own. "Is the parsley cut enough?"

It was now practically a fine paste it was so chopped. The cutting board was stained green, which of course meant a lot of its flavour was stuck in the wood grain as opposed to still in the leaves. But he grinned, "looks great."

Thena rolled her eyes.

"Hey, really," he laughed, reaching around her for the bowl of ricotta to mix the greens into. "And you said you were terrible at this."

She sighed again, letting her eyes drift back to the couch and to the tv playing some kind of reality show. "Just ask them about the first time I tried baking cookies for them. I'm forbidden from contributing to bake sales. I think they nearly called the CDC on me."

Gil laughed from his belly at that. The heads on the couch turned to watch them again but he was busy looking at Thena, who was laughing faintly at her own joke. Or maybe she was laughing because he was. Either way, she had a cute laugh. "Come on, it couldn't be that bad."

She shook her head though, "poor Sersi had to take over for me to get even one pan of edible merchandise. I had to write a note excusing my poor performance."

Gil caught two pairs of eyes fully spying on them, getting caught be damned. But he slid against the edge of the counter to lean closer. "I mean, I would think they could give you a bit of a break, all things considered."

Thena's expression turned gloomy again, staring into her wine. "I think they do. But everything they send home for them to do feels herculean after a long week, or a big case, or soccer, or-"

The oven beeped loudly at them, announcing its preheating.

Thena gave him a light smile again as she retrieved the casserole dish they had selected. "Ready?"

"I'd say so," he replied gently. He picked up a ladle, first putting in some sauce on the bottom. "This helps to steam the noodles and prevent burning on the bottom layer."

"Hm," Thena mused as she watched him layer the first set of lasagne sheets in. "I thought it was a meaningless old tradition. I never imagined there was a reason for it."

Gil looked back at the recipe, "it's one of those things that you only know if you know. I'm sure your mom never thought of adding in stuff like this."

"No, I suppose not."

He gulped, wondering if he should have brought it up at all. But Thena's smile, although wistful, wasn't really sad. He pointed, "it's your time to shine."

She laughed faintly, scooping out the mixture of ricotta and her pulverised parsley. "I'm lucky I have your expertise."

He blushed. She could have asked him for anything, after he had found out what kind of day she'd had when she texted. He would have fished the moon out of the sky if she asked.

She flicked the spoon for the last glob before he layered on more sauce. "I may have to call on you again the next time we open the book."

He grinned down at the noodles as he laid them. Thena's hands were long but slim, her fingers so delicate and pretty. His sleeves were rolled up for cooking, as were hers. She looked half his size, standing next to him. "Any time, you name it."

"Careful Gil," she murmured, and it almost sounded like she was teasing him playfully. "If this turns out well, they'll be demanding you cook for them all the time."

He was pretty sure he would agree to that, whether by the girls' demand or their sister's. "The defense rests, your honour."

Thena rolled her eyes again at his corny lawyer joke, but she was still smiling at least.

"Okay," he breathed as he ladled on the last layer of sauce. "Get some cheese on this and I believe we'll have a beautiful lasagne in about an hour."

"About an hour?" she asked firmly as she sprinkled on the cheese mixture from the bag. "Don't underestimate my ability to ruin an hour's worth of hard work in the last ten minutes."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled. Thena was adamant in everything she did, from her casework in court, to her determination that she was a blackhole of culinary ability. "Set a timer for 40 minutes, then we'll check it, and I like to broil it for the last five or so, just to get that leopard spotting on the cheese."

"Yes, Chef," she purred (definitely teasing him).

He buried his nose in his wine glass again. He was just about empty, but Thena definitely didn't drink regularly with two teenagers at home, and he didn't come over to get buzzed anyway.

"Here," she said gently, reaching for the glass with the bottle already in hand. He had a polite decline on his tongue when she pulled his hand with hers, topping him up. "I owe you far more than dinner and some wine, but I guess it's a start."

"You don't owe me anything Thena," he frowned even as she poured herself a little more too. He leaned forward again, "really."

She just looked at him, and she was back to being completely unreadable. He dreaded to think what it was like to go up against her in court; not only was her beauty intimidating, but that stare was cold enough to chill his wine to the touch.

"Are you done flirting?!"

Gil tugged at his shirt collar, only to remember that he had already taken off his tie and undone the first two buttons so he wouldn't sweat in the food.

Thena glared at her sister, "I beg your pardon?"

The head of auburn hair ducked down like a startled dog, but didn't retreat entirely. "When's dinner gonna be ready?"

"In an hour," Thena snapped again, but it wasn't her sharp tone that had the girl trembling. If anything, her sharpness seemed familiar and comforting to her sisters.

"Can I have a diet coke?"

"No."

"Come on!" Sprite whined at her, "you're having a fun drink!"

Gil slid his eyes over to his colleague. The evidence was right there, even if he was the one at fault for it.

Thena let out a loud sigh, matching the dramatic energy of her sister(s). "Fine, you can each have one. But if it's gone before dinner, that's it, it's water for the rest of the night."

"Fine," Sprite moaned as she slid off the couch to retrieve them.

Thena glared at her.

"She means thank you," Sersi offered much more sweetly and docilely, even if it was just to appease their sister's glaring. She crept behind her younger sister, holding onto her shoulders the whole way to the fridge. Her eyes darted between them, "it, um, smells nice."

Gil smiled; they were nice kids. Thena had done a great job with them, clearly. "Thanks, I hope I got everything right."

"You can't do worse than her, dude, trust me," Sprite pointed blatantly at their guardian. "She's, like, find a bone in your cereal--bad."

"It was one time."

It wasn't a joke? Where did the bone come from?

"If dinner isn't for an hour," Sersi swayed on the spot, like a child shyly twirling her dress (although she was actually in yoga pants with a green flannel tied around her waist). "Would you like to watch an episode of Ghost Files?"

"Ghost show, huh?" Gil grinned, putting his hand on his hips. He looked over at Thena, who looked maybe even a little sheepish.

"It's our fav," Sprite added, excited at the prospect of sharing their favourite program. "They find evidence, and then Thee tells us if it would be accepted in court."

"None of it would be," she stated outright, "but they still ask me every episode."

She made it sound tedious, but she was smiling just like the other two as they started to move back to the living room. Gil followed, "sounds like a fun family thing."

"If you two sit up properly, there'll be room for Gil to sit," Thena suggested not-so-subtly.

But Sersi and Sprite threw themselves back onto the couch. One side was clearly claimed by each, Sersi's with a fluffy blanket for her legs and Sprite's with a crumpled up throw pillow and snacks on her respective end table.

They pointed. "Or you can sit on the loveseat."

"Yeah, why else have two couches?" Sprite snickered with a mouthful of roasted peanuts.

"Animals," Thena admonished her sisters, and yet took a graceful seat on the smaller sofa adjacent to the tv. She had sat closer, giving Gil the better seat for viewing. She pulled one of her legs up, leaving the other down and her pencil skirt stretching to accommodate her.

He sat down on the other cushion, clutching his wine glass and trying to focus on the show, rather than how he could now smell that Thena also wore a little perfume when she was in the office too.

#Thenamesh Family Law AU #I'm so glad you asked for more of this!!!! #thank you so much and I really liked writing it #okay so they settle in for this show #Thena relaxes a little more and he can see that they really do like their funny little ghost show #he's just happy to see them all having a good time #when the oven beeps he says no don't get up I'll check on it #but Thena is like oh no #Sersi and Sprite are immediately grinning ear to ear #they're giving her the thumbs up and winking and whispering #he's nice! #he's cute!!! #are you sure he's not your boyfriend? #and Thena hisses at them: STOP IT #not that it surprises her #just like it doesn't surprise her that they like Gil or that he's a natural with kids #and that he's a great cook #and that he looks completely at ease with his sleeves rolled up and still in his work clothes #because she couldn't even let him go home and get changed first #they left from work right to the store to get lasagne stuff #because she doesn't even know what she needs for it #so she gets home and they're both still in work clothes and she's like okay lasagne time #it comes out perfectly of course #and they have a wonderful time chatting over dinner and Sprite raves about it #and Thena gets up for water and to pretend she's not crying #Gil of course knows and gets up for seconds so he can comfort her and rub her back over the sink #Sprite and Sersi are just like oh my god they're so obvious #he even brought Thena's plate with him #the SECOND he's out of the house they're like WHENS GIL COMING BACK

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trying to crawl under their shirt from the cuddle and snuggle prompt with sirius black?

thank you for your request! fem!reader | trying to crawl under their shirt ___ "I'm warning you," Sirius says, backing away from you. "Don't come any closer."

You raise your eyebrows and shake your head. "I don't know what you're talking about." He stops moving when the couch is between you. "Bit rude not to kiss your girlfriend hello, though."

He scoffs. "Oh, that's how you want to play it?" His dark eyes narrow at you. "Your fingers are practically twitching, sweetheart."

You wiggle them at him. You do this dance every time you get home later than him -- your cold fingers will find their way underneath his shirt. It's just a matter of time.

"It's not my fault you're so warm," you tell him. He rolls his eyes. "What's a girl to do when she's got a perfectly good boyfriend to defrost her poor, cold hands?"

"Not stick her hands up his shirt," he mutters. You put on a frown that's only half fake -- your day was long and you do want a proper greeting from him. "Oh, please don't give me that face," he says. He runs a hand through his dark hair and then over the stubble on his jaw. "You know very well what that face does to me."

You start to edge your way around the couch to stand closer to him. "If I promise not to stick my hands up your shirt will you give me a hello kiss?" You keep your pout in place and only feel a little bat at how quickly Sirius softens. With everyone else he's a bit rude, a bit prickly, a bit harsh. But for some reason, around you, he melts. It makes your heart constrict every time.

He holds his own hands out. You don't get it at first, and he makes a grabby motion in the air. "Oh," you say. "Sirius, I was mostly kidding, I won't lunge for you --"

He grabs your hands out of the air and brings them together between his. "Don't be silly," he chides. "Fuck, these are cold."

You're much closer than you were, stepping into his space so he doesn't have to reach as far as he rubs his palms over yours, trying to warm them. "Forgot my gloves," you say, softly. He blows warm air onto your fingers.

"That was stupid," he says. You laugh, bright and loud, and he grins at you and winks. "Alright, they're not so bad now. I think I can take it." He gently grabs your wrists and brings them to his waistline before letting go to reach for your face.

It only takes you a few seconds to get his meaning. You smirk at him as you slide your slightly less cold hands under his hemline and settle them on his back. He shivers once, cursing under his breath but doesn't pull away. Sirius brushes his nose against yours and your own breath hitches. His mouth turns up at one end.

"You trying to crawl into my shirt back there?" he says. His thumbs gently stroke the skin under your eyes and you press your fingertips into his spine, reveling in the stuttering exhale you pull from him with just your touch. Teasing aside, this is your favorite place, and Sirius knows it. In his arms in your home after a long day, his touch soothing any worries you might have and making time fall away for just a few minutes. Nothing matters but this, right here.

"What're you going to do to stop me?" you whisper.

"You still want that hello kiss?" he says, not giving you a chance to reply before his lips are on yours. Any lingering chill disappears as your veins turn to fire, as your heart starts to beat faster. Silly man, you think. Lovely man. Yours.

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[scar-lie]

You’re Mine [Scarlett]

Summary : Scarlett got jealous over Tom Hiddleston

Pairing : Scarlett Johansson x Actress ! Fem ! Reader

Warning : Curse, unprotected sex, cock warming, rough sex, praise kink, creampie

Word count : 1,877

ORIGINALLY POSTED IN WATTPAD

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We're here on the set of Civil War. Well, it's 1 a.m., and here we are outside talking around a bonfire, eating marshmallows, and just asking one another

I'm sitting besides Scar, my girlfriend of 3 years now. We sit in a love seat, and my legs are on top of hers. Her right arm was behind my neck, making it like my pillow, and her left hand was in my inner thigh.

Me, Scar, RDJ, Hemsworth, Evans, Lizzie, Anthony, Sebastian, Jeremy, Paul, and Hiddleston, who visited us and decided to stay the night here, and the others are already asleep in their trailer.

"Ok... Ok Y/N," RDJ said, and look at me. I hum.

"So who's the best kisser and sex you have besides Scarlett?" I look at Scar, who was eyeing all of them, giggling. I'm not sure if I should tell her because things can escalate pretty quickly.

Then I see Lizzie, Anthony, and Paul whispering while giggling. Oh no, they're probably thinking this will be a long night for me and Scar.

"I don't think it's appropriate to talk about it," I say, going even closer to Scar and putting my right arms around her waist, then kissing her neck.

"Oh, come on, it's not like Scar will kill them," Robert teases.

"Yeah, it's just a little game; come on," Anthony says, and I roll my eyes at them.

After some time, they started bugging me. I got irritated and sat up straight.

"FINE. FINE!" I yell frustratedly, then I look at Scar, then at Tom, and I sigh deeply.

"It's Tom," I whisper enough for me to hear, well me and Tom got together 6 years ago; we've been dating for over, like, 6 or 7 years; he's one of my greatest loves, what can I say? He's charming, kind, thoughtful, and everything good; even in bed, he's the second best. Of course, Scar is the best in the bedroom; she makes me feel so good that I've never felt it before.

He's the last ex I have, and after him, 1 year later, Scar courted me, and she spent 2 years earning my yes to be her girlfriend. Why did she spend two years courting me? Well, let's just say that after Tom, I have trouble trusting anyone who likes me, so it takes time to say yes.

"What? Louder Y/N, we can't hear you," Hemsworth said, and I closed my eyes tightly and sighed deeply.

"Tom Hiddleston, ok?" I say louder for them to hear and look at Tom.

Then I heard a loud 'ohh. Then I could feel that Scar are getting jealous, so I broke eye contact with Tom.

"So Tom was good in bed, huh?" Anthony teases, so I just nod, then another 'oohh' again.

"Is he rough? Probably yes! Duh, and probably a Daddy vibe." Robert teases and wiggles his eyebrows looking at me, so I just giggle and roll my eyes at him.

"Robert's right; I'm probably rocking your world," Evans teases and winks at me. I just roll my eyes, and then the teasing goes on until Scar gets involved too, saying that if she can rock my world, Tom can do it too.

So I snuggled up to her; she didn't say a single word this whole teasing time. Feeling her jealousy, her jaw was clenching tightly, so I buried my face in her neck and hugged her, then kissed her neck.

"I love you so much," I whisper, only for her to hear. One last tease, and Scar is already beyond her limits.

She just stood up, put me over her shoulder, and just walked off. I looked at them, and they were winking and thumbing up at me.

"You're welcome," Robert mouthed to me, giving me a thumbs up. I just put my middle finger up for him, and they all chuckled.

Scar, go to her trailer, lock the door, go to the bedroom, and throw me on the bed.

"Sca-" I got cut off when she kissed me aggressively, but I melted to it and kissed her back.

She sat up and tore my shirt off, which made me moan and bite my lips. I saw her bulge, so I touched it but got stopped immediately.

"You don't get to touch me, slut." She husked in my ears and grabbed my both wrists and took a silk rope from her nightstand, then tied it in the bedpost.

"Sca-" I got cut off again by her.

"That's not my name, slut." Then she tied it tightly, but not so tight that it could hurt me.

"Sorry, Mommy," I correct myself, that she smirked, then she tore my PJ pants, which left me with a navy blue lace lingerie set.

"I don't like how you acted minutes ago," She whispered seductively in my ears while she was teasing my folds through my thin fabric underwear.

"Is Tom your best sex mate?" she asks, then rips my underwear, which makes me moan.

"N-no..Mommy." Then she started to circle and put pressure on my clit

"Is he that good in bed, slut, huh?" then she starts to suck on my sweet spot, which makes me gasp and throw my head back, tugging the rope.

"Mo-mommy...." I moan loudly, and she sits up, which makes me whine.

"You're too loud, baby." Then she took my ripped underwear and put it in my mouth.

"You look so beautiful like this slut," she said, then tore my bra too and started to suck my tits.

"Mmmmhhh," I moan, arching my back and chest.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" she husked, reaching into her nightstand, then pulling out a vibrator.

"Mmmmhhh," I moan, and then I hear a vibrating sound that makes me moan.

"Mmhh, I'll take that as a no for an answer." She smirks, then continues sucking my breast, then puts the vibrator on my clitoral area, which makes me squirm.

"Mo-momny..mmhh, please." I moan, the words muffled, and tug the ropes, wanting to touch her.

"Look at you, so desperate to touch me, huh?" Then she went lower and lower until she came face to face with my center.

"Mmmhhh, please, Mommy. Please fuck me." I'm begging, but it's all come out muffled because of the fabric in my mouth. Then I arch my hip towards the vibrator, and she slaps my inner thigh.

"Stay," She growled, so I tried my hardest not to buckle my hips.

"Good girl." She praises me, and she blows an air in my clitoral area that makes me throw my head back.

"AAHH!" I moan, wanting her to just fuck the shit out of me, then she starts to lick me.

"Mmhh, so sweet." Then she put three fingers in me, which made me moan louder and arch my back further.

"So wet for Mommy." Then she started to speed up to an inhuman speed that left me panting.

"Such a good girl for mommy, aren't you, slut?" She took off the vibrator, to be replaced by her mouth sucking it hard.

"AAAHGGHHHHHH!" I'm screaming at this point, and she continued her assault, destroying my pussy

"I'm so close; I'm clenching around her fingers, and when I'm near cumming, she suddenly pulls out and takes her mouth off of my clitoral area, which makes me whine.

"Mmmhhh," I whine, and she slaps my pussy, which makes me jolt up, pleasure rushing through my body.

AAAHHMMMMM," I moan, and she teases my folds.

"You think you can cum that easily, slut? Oh, Mommy has many plans for you." She smirks at me and starts to edge me again, leaving me so desperate to cum.

She did that for like 30 minutes, and the fabric in my mouth was long gone minutes ago, and now she was pumping in and out a fake dildo in me.

"Please........please Mommy, let me cum please, I-I'm sorry......aaahhhhh fu-fuck........ Yo-you're the best of....fu-fuck, the best, please Mommy" I'm gripping the rope tightly, knuckles go white, while I throw my head back and my legs are shaking wanting to cum

"Is that so, slut?" Then again she pulled out, leaving me on the edge.

"Mmhh, yes, Mommy, please........ I-I need you-your.....fat cock inside me, filling me up with your warm seed. Please, Mommy." I moan, bucking my hips to nothing, finding some friction to pleasure me.

"Such a slut for me." Then she suddenly trusted in me instantly, then pulled all the way out. That makes me whine.

"Mmmhhhh, please, please mommy, fuck me. Fuck me senseless, please." I'm rolling my hips to reach out for her, and she chuckled.

"So desperate for Mommy, huh?......" Then she put both legs together on her left shoulder, holding it tight.

"I'm going to fuck you real good; I'm going to destroy this beautiful little cunt of yours." Then she trusted hard and faster, making me moan loudly and grip the head board tightly.

"You. Are. Mine. Slut. Mine," She said with a hard trust, and I didn't say anything or moan because of the pleasure I'm receiving; only our skin slapping can be heard all over the room.

"Not. Tom. Not your exes. Nor anyone. You. Are. Mine," She said, and I was a moaning mess under her.

"I'll make you remember it, slut." My legs are shaking, wanting to cum. I'm so close that I'm clenching around her length, which makes her groan.

"Aaahh. I'm go-gonna cum. Please, Mommy, let me cum." She fastened her pace so much that I thought the bed would break.

"Hold it, slut, you don't get to cum without my permission." She's now jackhammering me, which made me squirm, throw my head back, and acrh my chest.

"AAAHHHHHH, I-I... CAN'T HOLD IT!" I scream, and I know she's close too because of her speed and her member twitching inside me.

"Hold it," She demanded, so I kept holding my orgasm until she's chasing her orgasm.

"Cum." With that one word, I cum hard on her, which makes my cum drip down to her balls and thighs to make a wet patch in the bed, and my cum drips down to my ass hole and butt going to the sheet, creating a wet patch too.

With that, she trusted hard and cummed all over inside me. She kept trusting hard, twitching her member inside me while she shot her warm seed inside me.

"AAAAHHHHHH....FUCK!" I scream with her, and she slows down her trusting to help us from our high.

We were panting while she's still trusting, and she dropped my legs down, and she stopped trusting, looking down to see her dick still deep inside me. That made her moan, and she slumbed down in front of me.

Both of our bodies are covered in our own sweat, but we couldn't care less; we're still panting and recovering from our high.

Then she turned us over, so I'm now on top of her, and she buried my face in her chest.

"I want you to cock warm me, sleep baby." And she kissed my head, and I hummed, tired from our hot session.

"I love you so much," She whispers, hovering over my lips, so I smile and peck her lips.

"I love you more," She chuckled, drawing shapes on my back and playing with my hair.

"Not possible, love." We both giggle until she sings me a lullaby that I love the most.

In just a few minutes, I fall asleep with her, happy and content with who we are and what we have right now!

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✮ ┆ MAKING OUT WITH... valeria garza

— “could never get sick of the taste of your lips.”

content warnings.           MDNI, nsfw content, female-bodied reader, touching/petting, nickname use, kissing, making out, interrupted making out

author's note.                   don’t you wanna make out with valeria? i wanna, i wanna make out with her so bad so have this :)))

"it's been a while since we spent some time alone." valeria says casually as she walks around the table, sitting next to you, on the other end of the pool table. you chuckle at her statement, watching as she picks her glass of whiskey up from the table that is separating the two of you, and hides her face behind it.

"your turn." she motions with the glass before taking a small sip from it. you nod your head in reply, taking a sip from your drink and picking up the pool cue up. she watches in silence as you place both of your hands above the table, leaning forward towards the table as much as you can. "my turn to win." you say when you glance up at her for just a moment, giving her a cheeky smile with a wink. her eyes follow your movement as you move to your right side to rest your elbow on top of the table.

the night has been cold, on the conversation part at least because the weather is never really cold in Las Almas. still, it wasn't something valeria or you were unfamiliar with. she goes away on her risky travels, says her goodbye, and the guessing game begins for the next few weeks or months if you're unlucky.

valeria's world becomes silent for a second, watching as you cheer yourself on because you won your first game in two years. your eyes are bright, shining like stars even if they're hidden behind the shadows of the dimly lit room as well as your eyelashes. she knows what's going on, she knows that you love the feeling of winning games against her, even if she might have let you.

"mi amada, it's late." she tells you once she stands up from her chair, setting down her glass. you only give her an assuring smile as go around to gather the balls from the nets they fell into.

you turn around for just a few seconds to reset the balls that you had in your hands, placing them all neatly inside. you look over your shoulder to see where valeria is. you take a quick, sharp breath in when she is standing right behind you before trapping you against the table.

"i'm sorry mi amada," she whispers softly in your ear as she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you closer, her lips barely grazing against your skin," but i missed this." with one swift motion, valeria turns you around, securing you against her body and without warning she kisses you. she presses her entire weight onto you, holding you tightly with one arm while resting the other high up on your side, her thumb running and pushing under your breast. you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer as you deepen the kiss.

your fingers curl into her hair and run through it gently, enjoying the way she sighs against your lips. you pull away for air after a couple of minutes, looking deep into each other's eyes for a brief moment. she lets out a soft laugh that echoes in the quiet atmosphere of the game room.  "that was...nice." you admit, your cheeks hot from the intense kiss. valeria smiles widely as she trails her nose along your jawline for a short moment before she nibbles on your neck, biting and sucking lightly until you gasp loudly, your hand gripping the back of her hair tighter than before.

a soft moan leaves your mouth as she bites down harder, making a few marks that brand your skin as hers. you can feel her smirk against the skin beneath her teeth, but she eventually moves to your lips again.  you let out another whimper as she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue between your lips. she runs it over your bottom lip before sliding her tongue in past yours slowly, making sure not to make any contact with your teeth or the roof of your mouth. you open your mouth slightly as you reciprocate by pressing your tongue against hers and letting her explore your mouth slowly. 

she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you for just a second before it drops and sticks to her and your shirt. "i missed doing this." valeria admits quietly as she kisses you again. you hum in response as she nibbles and sucks on your ear lobe, her hand traveling underneath your shirt.  it makes you shiver when she runs her fingers over your stomach, tracing little circles across your skin. you don't know how long you stay like that until you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

your lips instantly fall apart as you snap your gaze towards whoever interrupted the two of you, your cheeks hot from embarrassment and anger.

"el sin nombre..." the masked man clears his throat again, his voice a little shaky before continuing. "you're needed downstairs."

valeria lets out an annoyed sigh as she looks over her shoulder, "give us a minute." valeria says, her tone serious enough that he doesn't bother arguing.

"this won't take long, i promise." she mutters, turning back towards you. her hand slides off your waist and into yours. you intertwine your fingers together and squeeze hers reassuringly,  earning you a slight grin from valeria.

you let out a deep breath, knowing exactly what was going on here. "we'll finish this later, okay?" valeria tells you. you nod your head in reply, a faint smile gracing your lips before you lean back over the table and watch as she walks down the hall to the elevator.

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[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Cookie Jar

Warnings: g!p Nat, oral (Nat receiving), Fingering (r receiving), soft!dom Nat

Words: 1,753

A/N: Hi my darlings! Wrote this little thing, felt like writing some fluffy smut, hope you like it!

(Also Alex's dialog isn't a typo, he's like 3 and can't talk properly, set a bit after AOU)

Don't forget to drink water, sleep and eat well my loves! <3

You woke up to the sunlight, blinding your eyes in the early morning. Your wife's muscular arms wrapped tightly around your body. You groan, tossing and turning as you try to get out of her hold. “Where do you think you're going detka?” she mumbles out, whispering into your ear.

You smile, “Natty the kids are gonna be up soon..” she places a light kiss on your neck, “It won't take too long baby.” you sigh, “You're lucky I love you.” you say, sliding your hand in between both of your bodies.

Slipping a hand into her boxers, you grasp onto her hardened cock. “Fuck—” you smile, moving your body down to her crotch. You look up at her from your position, lazily jerking her off. “Mmh.. kotenok you're doing so– so good, fucking hell!”

Her hips bucked up as you run your palms up and down her dick, “'m gonna fucking cum all over that pretty face of yours detka..” she lets out a moan, when you rub her tip with your thumb.

Not too soon after, thick ropes of cum shoots up, painting your face. “Natasha— I have to go clean up now.. thanks a lot.” she chuckles, looking at your messed up face, “You're welcome moya lyubov, happy anniversary.” she winks, you roll your eyes.

You get up from the bed, making your way to the bathroom when, “Mommyyy! Mama!!” a knock on your door from your eldest. You whisper out a swear, “Yeah sweetie! Yup– mommy will be right out.” you yell out, glaring at your wife when you hear her snicker.

You get out of the bedroom, widening your eyes in shock, “Alex! Why did you put— How did you put your little sister on top of the counter, I told you that she'd get hurt Alex.” you scold the toddler, picking up the baby.

“Sowwy mommy..” he looks down at the floor, sadly. Natasha walks into the kitchen, “Y/N, have you been yelling at our son?” she ruffles his hair, and he lets out a little laugh.

You huff, “He put Aliana on top of the counter again.” the red-head glances at the baby, back to your son. “You did what?” he cackles, running off to the living room.

“Alex! I– whatever. Nat he got this from you.” you say, adjusting the baby to your hip. “What? I never did that with Yelena when we were kids.. I think.” you laugh softly, kissing the corner of her mouth. “What do you want for breakfast Tasha?” she looks at you, “I can make it.” you scoff, walking to the pantry. “You are gonna burn the house down, but help is appreciated.”

“Mama, I want a peanut butter samwich.” she turns to face the little boy, “Babe, Alex wants a peanut butter sandwich!” you get out the peanut butter, “Got it.”

After breakfast the 4 of you sit in the living room, “Mommy look I drew bord!” you take the paper and look at the deformed bird drawn on it, “Yeah, buddy I can tell. It's– great.” he flashes a big smile, kissing your cheek, then runs off to the table.

The baby sleeping on your lap stirs, “Detka you need me to hold her?” you shake your head, “No it's fine darling.” you rock Aliana in your arms, attempting to get her back to sleep.

Natasha leans over, whispering in your ear, “You want a 3rd one?” you blink, looking up at your wife. “I—” she chuckles, placing her lips against yours, kissing you slowly. You break the kiss, “Can you go uhm..” you spoke, breathlessly, “Check the oven? Call me if the cookies are done, okay?”

She gives an exaggerated whine, “You want me gone so quickly?” you roll your eyes, “Romanoff, just go do what I told you to.”

“That's not what you said last night.” she gets up from the couch and walks off to the kitchen. “They're done!” you hear from outside the living room. “Okay!”

You take the sleeping baby out of your arms and slowly place her down on the couch, then get up and make your way into the kitchen. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, causing you to let out a light giggle. She plants light, feathery kisses on your neck, “Nat— we.. are in the kitchen.” she presses her body against yours.

“Natasha Romanoff.” she lets go of you, raising her hands up in surrender, “You have no idea what I'm gonna do as soon as I get my hands on you detka.” you smile, taking the cookies out of the oven. “Oh I have a bit of an idea my love.”

She turns around, and gives you a smack on the ass. “Natasha!” she laughs, “What? I didn't do anything.”

Your eldest kid walked in the kitchen, “Mama hit mommy.” you gasp dramatically and widen your eyes, “How dare mama hit me?” Alex huffs, crossing his arms, “Say sowwy to mommy.” your wife smiles, giving a fake apology then whispers into your ear, “I don't regret it though.” she pulls back and winks at you.

A blush forms on your face, “Mommy your face is red!” he points at you before running of to god knows where, “And why's that?” Natasha pretends to not know why, “It's just, there's a fly in here and it's really, really annoying me.” Natasha gasps, “Did you just call me a fly?”

You smile innocently, placing the cookies in the jar. Natasha takes out her phone, “Y/N look!” you hum in response, looking over at her screen. “Ugh, Laura's so lucky, when Alex was a baby he was chubby like that.” Natasha raises a brow and looks over at you, “What?” she shakes her head, “Nothing.”

You nod, closing the cookie jar, “Remind me to make sure someone can watch the kids for our anniversary next year.” you say, walking over to peck her on the lips. “Yeah, we should've done that beforehand.” she says, pulling you in by the waist.

“Mhm..?” you get on your toes, pressing your lips against hers, letting out a slight moan as you feel her tounge slip into your mouth. “Mmph—” you break the kiss, over hearing a cry in the distance. “Duty calls.” you say, clearly out of breath.

After dinner, you and Natasha put the kids to bed and go back into your share bedroom. You sigh, and slip off your dress, noticing her eyes on you. “Come to bed baby.” you turn to look at her, “Yeah.” you unclasp your bra, sliding it off your shoulders.

You sit down next to her in bed, she pulls you onto her lap. “You're so perfect kotenok..” she places a kiss on between your uncovered breasts, sending a shiver down your spine.

She brings a hand between your thighs, rubbing your cloth covered clit, you whimper as you desperately grind against her fingers. “Tasha stop t-teasing I–” she smirks, sliding your panties to the side. She slightly widens her eyes, looking down at your dripping slit. “Is this all for me baby?” you whine, nodding vigorously.

She runs her fingers through your glistening folds, your hips buck forward, you moan softly. “D-daddy please f—” she pinches your nipple, causing you to yelp. “Use your words detka.” you let out a breathy moan, “Fuck me please 'need you in me.” she kisses your jaw, “Whatever you say princess.”

She discards her boxers, her hardened cock springs out, her pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Nata—” she covers your mouth when she slides her dick inside of you. You let out a muffled scream, completely breaking apart as she stuffs you up, inch by inch.

“Fuck baby you're taking daddy in so well..” you moan, pushing in more of her length. She feels your walls clench around her, “Mm.. daddy you're so big.” she grunts, grabbing onto your hips to thrust harder into you.

Your whimpers and moans like music to her ears, she pulls you in for a rough, slow kiss. You gasp softly, locking your lips with hers. “Mmh.. Natasha–” she squeezes your ass, making you emit a throaty moan as her dick rubs against your g-spot. “Oh—”

She grips onto your hips, slamming her cock deeper into you. “Taking me in so well baby.” she leans over and whispers. “Are you close?” you nod, unable to respond in words. “Cum all over my cock like a good little whore.”

You dig your nails into her shoulders, moaning loudly, as you came onto her dick. “You're doing so well detka..” she praises, whispering into your ear as she runs her hands up and down your back. “Natasha..” she looks down at you, “Mhm?”

You press a light kiss to her neck, “You want me to clean you up darling?” she softly smiles, “If you want to.” you nod, she kisses your cheek, and slowly pulls out.

You lower yourself onto her, wrapping your lips around her tip. She lets out a shaky breath, bringing her hand to grip onto your hair. You take more of her dick inside of your mouth, coating it with your saliva. She takes her hand, pushing herself into you. “Oh fuck baby..” she lets of a soft moan as you run your tounge over her veins, you feel her dick twitch inside of your mouth.

You suck harder, bobbing your head up and down her length, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Y/N..” she whimpers out, “Fuck– kotenok 'm gonna cum, swallow it like a good girl.” she says, before filling your throat up with her warm juices. You swallow it down, you pull her cock out of your mouth.

She smirks, grabbing your jaw to look at your fucked out face, her cum dripping out the corners of your mouth. “Are you okay moya lyubov?” you smile, nodding your head, “Mhm!” she wipes off your mouth, looking down at you. “Happy anniversary Tasha..” you say, moving upwards to pull her into a slow, passionate kiss.

She smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to her. “Happy anniversary.” she pants out, “Maybe next anniversary.. we could have a 3rd mini Romanoff in our family.” you laugh, kissing her cheek. “Natasha– you're being serious?” she nods slowly, nervously smiling.

You kiss her softly, “Natasha I– yes I would love to have another mini Romanoff.” you look up at her, she holds onto you tightly, “Let's pick out names.” she says. “Nat I'm not even pregnant yet, you weirdo.” she chuckles, kissing your neck. “Yet.” you smile, “I love you Natty.” she puts her head in the crook of your neck, “I love you most Y/NN.”

You groan when you both hear a loud shatter in the direction to the kitchen, before yelling, “Alex!”

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[gtgbabie0]

hey can I request something with Sirius and the reader's birthday? Contrary to popular belief, I think Sirius would be into spending quality time together instead of throwing parties. So, maybe they're a new couple and he shows up at her place and they have a great day?

-Sirius Black x reader

This is too cute!! Hope you enjoy my lovelies 💕

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Sirius doesn’t know how exactly he’s managed it but somehow he’s wrapped your present in the most chaotic way he’s ever seen, and that’s saying something because he’s witnessed the travesty that is Marlene’s wrapping. He’s half inclined to rig up James, who miraculously has the gift of wrapping like it’s his job, but he wants it to mean something to you.

Perhaps that’s why he feels as if his heart might jump out of his chest when he shows up to your house, a sudden tremor that takes over his hands as he goes to knock on your door and he feels as if he’s forgotten how to breathe.

Sirius smiles, ear to ear, when he hears you shout a soft “one minute!” Your voice is as sweet as ever and the sudden panic seems to dissipate for a moment. You rush to the front door opening with a smile just as big as his and he immediately opens his arms out to you enveloping them around your shoulders as you mirror his actions, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before closing the door behind himself.

“Happy birthday sweet girl,” he says, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles as you let out an almost giddy laugh, completely breathless. He’s always made you feel like that even before you two got together, the butterflies were always so persistent.

You watch as he rummages through his bag, pulling out a very tragically wrapped gift, and you try your hardest to bite back the giggle that bubbles up in the back of your throat.

He looks over at you with a knowing look, “Don’t start, I tried really hard” he says, with a grin as he hands you your present, his nerves creep their way back into his heart.

Sirius doesn’t take his eyes off of you, waiting in anticipation as you tear the wrapping paper from the small box. His leg bounces and his heart skips a beat or two when he catches the gleam in your eyes and he swears he’s falling in love with you all over again.

It’s a delicate bracelet, the charm that connects the chain is a small red heart-shaped crystal. You take it out carefully looking over at Sirius, who’s quick to help you put it on, his warm fingertips brushing against your wrist as he clasps the bracelet together.

It’s gorgeous with the way it shines against your skin, under the afternoon sun that slips through your blinds, painting the room and the bracelet in a lovely light.

“It’s beautiful Sirius, thank you so much” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bring him into a hug, “I love it,” you tell him as he pulls away, gently taking your wrist into his hands as he observes the piece of jewellery.

“I’m glad, I was losing my mind trying to figure out what to get you” he chuckles, and he only realises just how shaky his hands still are when you take them in your own.

“Well you did amazing, It really is beautiful,” you tell him with great sincerity in your tone, it makes his chest bloom with warmth.

“You’re beautiful” he winks, smirking at you when you shake your head with a breathy chuckle. He nudges your shoulder with his own as he leans into you, and there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than here with you.

Sirius stays over the night, he pays for whatever dinner you want insisting that “it’s your birthday and you deserve everything” and you quickly learn just how stubborn he can be, giving up on fighting him on the matter, you can’t help be feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.

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[cinemastyles-backup]

Visiting Home Part 3

Summary: Y/N and Harry go back to visit his family with exciting news and Harry can't keep his hands off of you, but you also can't stop thinking about him either.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, pregnancy talk, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f rec), quickie, fluffy filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

PRINCE HARRY

"Are you sure it's okay to fly, Harry? I'm nervous." You sigh and rest your head back against the headrest.

Harry grabs your hand and reassures you, "We talked to the doctor, sweetheart. You and our little bean are okay."

He lays a hand on your stomach and gently scratches his fingers over your shirt, "I promise." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him, kissing your head.

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"Hello! Hello!" Harry says as he pushes the front door to Anne's house open, "Mum? You here?"

You both walk in and Harry looks at you and frowns as he shrugs, "I'm not su-"

"I'm right here! I'm right here!" Anne says coming in from the back, "Oh my lovelies! How are you?" She comes up and hugs you first.

Harry stands there looking dumbfounded, "Um, excuse me."

Anne bats the air as she hugs you, "Please, I've known you your whole life, let me hug my future daughter in law for a minute."

You can't help but laugh and Anne laughs too, "Oh fine." She pulls away and brings Harry in for a group hug.

"This is better." Harry kisses your head and hugs you both before stepping back, "Where's Gem?"

"She went out to the shops, should be back any time now, actually." Anne checks her watch and drops her hands, to her sides, "Are you guys hungry? It was a long flight so I'm sure you ate."

"Im starving, actually." You shrug your jacket off and look at Harry who is staring at you with a smile.

"What?" You ask confused. He shakes his head and walks over to you, pulling you into his body. He looks down at you, "You're just glowing."

You smile, blushing slightly, "Harry."

"Ah, you didn't let me finish." He leans down, whispers as quiet in your ear as possible, "I feel like I can't and won't keep my hands off of you. If I could take you upstairs right now I'd-"

"Okay." Anne says cutting your time short, "I have something in the oven, it's a surprise. Harry loves this." Anne points to Harry and smiles, "Alright."

"Come with me, we'll go outside and sit while that's baking." Anne walks you out to the back deck and motions to the one wooden swing, "Sit, sit. You need to catch me up on everything in the lives of Harry and Y/N."

You and Harry sit on the swing together, his arm instantly going around your shoulder, "Nothing I haven't already called you about, mum." Harry says with a slight chuckle, "Actually, I've been writing some of my own songs.. they're coming along great."

Anne nods, "You always make me so proud." She lays a hand on her chest, "always."

Harry smiles and shakes his head. He looks over at you, "y/n, why don't you tell her what happened at work."

You smile and look back at Anne, "I got promoted higher up, which means I'm now working with the big bosses."

Anne gasps slightly, "Oh, y/n. Sweetie that's fantastic news!"

You nod, "It's a big step but I'm excited."

"Hello?" Gemma calls out from inside.

"Out here." All three of you yell back to her which causes you all to laugh. She walks out, surprised to see you and Harry, "Oh my gosh, guys! Hey!" She walks over and hugs Harry and then you, "How are you?"

You nod, "I'm great, how are you, Gem?"

She nods, "I'm good." She smiles and looks at Harry, "And how are you?" Harry nods and smiles, "I'm the best I've ever been."

Gemma gives him a weird look, "Why are you acting like that?"

"Like what?"

"Weird."

"What?!" Harry asks pretending to be offended. You and Anne exchange looks and laughter as Harry and Gemma argue, "ugh, you're impossible."

Harry pulls you closer, his thumb stroking your arm, "Dinner ready yet? I'm exhausted." Harry looks down and gives you a with a quick wink. These pregnancy hormones have you feeling like Harry does. You don't have an issue with controlling your actions, it's your thoughts that run through your head.

Picturing him between your legs, imagining his cock thrusting in and out of you. You feel like you need something from him every minute of the day.

"Actually, before we do that.." You look at Harry, "We have that thing for your mom, remember?" You bite your lip subtly and tilt your head, "Oh right! I forgot about that." Harry nods and smiles towards Anne.

"You didn't have to get me anything." Anne stands up, "But I know I'll love it none the less." She smiles before disappearing inside. Gemma leans forward and points between the two of you, "Something is up between you two, but i just cant figure out what it is, exactly."

All you can do is smile, "Gem, we have something for you, too."

"Well, alright then." she smiles and gets up, walking inside leaving you and Harry alone for a minute. Harry leans in, gently nipping at your ear, "You are so fucking sexy, I need to taste you." You grip his shirt and move closer to him, "Please."

"Gotta be quick and quiet, okay?" He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head with a slight smile as he watches you stand up, "Remind me when we get up there." You bite your lip and walk by him to head upstairs.

"Dinner is almost ready, okay?" Anne calls from the kitchen.

"Okay!" Both you and Harry say in unison and you hide your giggle as you go up the stairs and into your room for the next few days. Harrys hands find their way onto your waist and he gently slides them over your tiny bump, "You're such a beautiful, mother."

You turn around and pull him down by his neck for a kiss which quickly escalates to a quick and hot make out, "Mm.." Harry leans his head back, "If I'm going to eat that pussy, we have to start now."

You sigh with frustration and Harry wraps his arm around your waist, "I'll make that frustration go away as fast as I can."

He backs you up until your legs hit the bed, making you sit down, "Take off those sweats, babe, I want you sitting on my face."

You have them off by the time he lays down and you get on your knees, "Harry." You whimper as you reach out and drag your fingers over the growing bulge in his jeans.

Harry grabs your hand, pulling you gently up towards his head, "I'll be fine, love. We can get me off later." His voice is quiet but gentle.

You move up, "Ready?" You look down at him with a slight smirk and he nods, "Always." He moves his hands to your hips as you straddle his head and he wastes no time.

His tongue slips in between your folds, moving up to circle your clit a few times before slipping back down to plunge into your soaked cunt, "Fuck." You whisper out and slap a hand over your mouth.

"Mm." Harry hums against you. You look down and his eyes are on you for a few seconds before he closes them, focusing on getting you off.

You're so turned on anymore, Harry can just look at you and you'll get off.

You grind down on his face and bite down on your lip behind your hand that is still pressed hard against your mouth.

You tilt your head back, fighting back moans as Harry's tongue works its magic with bringing you right to the edge. You look down, and tangle your fingers in his hair.

A low moan escapes as you pull, which is what finally gets you off. You clench around his tongue and breathe fast. You want to scream out his name, you want to have the dirtiest sex ever but quick and quiet in the deal.

And that's alright, because the frustration is out of your system for now.

You slowly lift yourself off of him, sitting down next to him on the bed. He licks his lips and looks over at you. He reaches out to pull you down to him, "You taste so fucking good."

He smirks before pressing his lips to yours, muffling your moans as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

"Did such a good job at staying quiet f'me." He brushes hair from your face and presses his lips to your forehead, "Next time, I'm burying my cock in there."

His words send an excited shiver down your spine and you nod, "Please do."

He smirks and sits up, "That'll have to wait because we have to give mum and Gem their gifts." You sigh and fight a smile but fail, "Okay. Okay."

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"Okay. So now that dinner is finally over, can we please have what's in those boxes." Gemma puts her hands together and pushes her lip out.

"Should we?" Harry looks at you and tucks hair behind your ear, "I think we should." He smiles at you and you nod, "I agree."

You stay seated, sneakily setting your phone up to record both of their reactions.

"Now you have to open them at the same time. That's the only condition." He looks at you and you nod. He sets the neatly wrapped boxes in front of them and comes back to sit beside you.

They open the boxes and they both jump up and look at each other.

"No way! No way! No way!" Gemma pulls out the onesie that reads 'my aunt is definitely cooler than my dad' and Anne starts to cry as she pulls out a onesie that reads 'hi grandma, you can freak out now'.

They both come around to hug you and harry, Gemma going to Harry and Anne coming to you, "How far along are you, sweetheart?"

"Seventeen weeks." You say with a smile and she pulls you in for a hug again, "I love you."

You hug her, tears welling up in your eyes, "I love you. And you, too, Gem." You go to get and hug her and she rocks you back and fourth, "Did you pick out that onesie, because I love that."

You laugh and nod, "Yeah, I sure did."

Anne is hugging Harry and you can see his eyes glaze over like he's about to start crying. You break away from Gemma and go to Harry.

He pulls you in, "Should we tell them what it is?"

You nod and look up at him, "You can tell them."

He smiles and looks at Anne and Gemma, "It's a girl."

They both cheer and hug each other, then move to feel your belly. You lift your shirt up, revealing the small bump that holds your and Harry's baby girl.

You look up at Harry, who's standing in front of you and he bites his lip. It drives you crazy when he does that.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I need to go.." you lay your hand over your mouth and make your way to the bathroom. You slip in and stand there, waiting for Harry to follow you.

A few seconds later, Harry knocks on the door, "Baby. You okay?"

You open the door and pull him in, "You biting your lip.." you sigh, "You know what that does to me." You pout slightly as you start to undo his jeans.

He smirks and watches as you push them down as far as you can without bending and he bends down, pulling your sweats back down then stands up to lift you up on the counter.

You spread your legs, wrapping one around his waist as he coats himself with spit, He pushes your panties to the side, rubbing his cock against your folds a few times before he slowly pushes in.

He looks over quickly and flicks the lock before looking back at you. He slowly pulls himself back out before thrusting back in.

His pace is quick but very quiet. He keeps his lips pressed to yours, muffling the moans that slip past the best he could.

He wraps an arm around your waist and cups your cheek with the other, "Is this what you think about? Is this what you need all day long?" His voice is low but you can hear him clearly.

"Mhm." You nod, afraid you'll moan if you try to speak. You keep your lips pressed together as Harry stares into your eyes, "Got such a good fucking pussy."

He kisses down your neck and back up to your lips, "M'gonna cum" he groans lowly and pushes his cock all the way in.

You clench around him, digging your nails into his shoulders as you cum with him.

He rests his forehead against yours as you both try to catch your breath.

"You have that glow and it's just so fucking sexy." Harry whispers as he kisses your lips. You smile and look up at him, jumping as Anne knocks on the door, "Y/N, sweetie are you okay? Harry is she okay?"

Harry reacts instantly, "She's doing alright, mum. Just give it a few more minutes, she's going to wash up."

"If you need anything let me know."

"Thank you." Harry says and smiles back down at you, "Ready to go talk names with them?" You smile and nod, "Yeah, I'm content.. for now."

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi!! I love love love ur stories! And just wanted to ask if u can do a lifeguard billy x reader one shot? Like he’s all touchy and kissy with her even tho he’s at work and maybe a bit steamy? And he makes sure she knows that he only had eyes for her and doesn’t give a shit about the others (moms in particular lmao) <33

Yes I love this!

Pouting is an understatement when it comes to describing how I look.

I mean sure, my lip is jutted out pathetically, a longing glance in my gaze and my shoulders are hunched over in frustration as I bake under the hot sun. My eyes watch closely as my boyfriend hops off of his chair, sending a wink to the moms who are scattered along the far end of the pool. They watch him nonstop, even though they're well aware that he's the same age as their children and that he's taken.

They have zero shame.

But neither does Billy and, boy oh boy, does he love the attention.

Somewhere along the gruesome shift of ours, Billy started to pick up on the little glances that I would throw towards the moms, urging them to stop ogling at my boyfriend and to keep it in their pants. I think it amused him enough because Heather is approaching me now, an annoyed look on her face as she waves me down.

"Billy needs you, told me to tell you to go on break now." She huffs, her gum smacking loudly as I roll my eyes, stepping down from the chair, cursing under my breath as Heather bumps me with her shoulder. I barely give her a look as I make my way around the pool, rubbing my eyes tiredly as I weave in and out of groups of small children.

By the time I make it into the break room, Billy's already hitting with his legs kicked up on the table, a bowl of dry cereal in his hands. He munches quietly, his brows raised teasingly at me as I shut the door behind me, giving Billy a tilted look.

"You're feisty today." He chirps, pulling an annoyed groan out of me as I step up to the table, sitting down beside him silently. "What a drama queen- c'mon, tell me what's wrong." He offers kindly, his bangs falling in his face as he pops another handful of cereal into his mouth.

"You're leading the moms on." I huff, folding my arms over my chest defensively and Billy scoffs with an eye roll.

"Oh you're worried about them getting hurt?" He asks, setting his cereal down to lean towards me, his eyes glimmering with disbelief.

"Yeah, especially when their noses accidentally collide with my fist." I mumble, barely loud enough for him to hear but he does and immediately laughs, reaching out to take my hands in his, pulling me down onto his lap.

"Wow!" He grins, looking up at me as his brows pull together tauntingly. "Jealous?" He asks with a shit eating grin, knowing full well that I'm beyond jealous and upset that the moms don't respect me or our relationship. He knows how much it bothers me that they so blatantly disrespect me and treat me like I'm a child when they treat him as if he's a piece of meat. The fact that he knows that and still has the balls to ask me if I'm jealous or not pisses me off even more.

"No." I grit, ignoring his wandering hands that are traveling down towards my ass, fingers slipping under the material of my swimsuit to grip my ass. He grins wolfishly, leaning up to capture my lips in a brief kiss.

"You're full of shit- you're jealous." He whispers against my lips, pulling me flush against him with a low groan. "Wanna skip the rest of the day? Take me away from all the evil moms-"

"Oh my god! Shut up!" I huff with a grin, hating his teasing but loving the sudden he's attention he's directed at me- finally- his hands and his eyes wandering along the expanse of my exposed skin. My lip tucks between my teeth as I look down at him, my hands reaching up to cup his cheeks, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip.

"But if I shut up, you won't get the chance to hear me explain how much I don't want to fuck those moms and how much I want to fuck you until you're screaming."

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[imkittyjustkitty]

✏️ — Fluffuly #10

— prompt : diary @fluffuly2022

— pairings : Robin Buckley x Artist!Reader

You're sat with your back against a tall tree, giving you a view of all your friends who are scattered around the playground in front of you.

Most of the younger kids are trying to play on the equipment that's years-too-small for them, save for Max and El who seem to be whispering about something incredibly funny as they point out things to eachother, giggling mischievously.

In your lap sits a sketchbook you've had for a few months, which is mostly filled with pictures of your friends, fictional flora and fauna (including the chicken-scratch drawings of demogorgons and other upside-down creatures of horror that you'd drawn after waking with a start from various nightmares), or your girlfriend.

Squinting your eyes, you survey the park in front of you, searching for your girlfriend whom you're sure you'd had eyes on a few moments ago, as you had been drawing her happy smile that she wore as she grinned at Steve's comedic antics.

You hear sound of a branch breaking, shortly followed by a blurry figure hitting the ground to your left. Before you have a chance to recognise what - or who - it is, they're groaning and quickly getting up.

Now you can recognise who it is, your previously disappeared girlfriend, Robin.

She tries to grin at you, but a wince of pain gives her away as she rubs the back of her head, "Hi."

You can't help but laugh in disbelief, "Hi."

The two of you remain in silence for a moment, until her demeanour completely changes at the sight of your sketchbook, she quickly sits down next to you and reaches for the sketchbook with a curious twinkle in her eyes, she's always loved everything you draw.

You cant help but be a bit worried about any possible injuries she may be sporting after literally falling out of a tree, "Are you oka-"

"Oh my god Y/N!," Robin gasps joyfully as she looks at your drawing, a half finished sketch of her, "This is so good."

You can't help but feel your face heat up at her compliment, averting your eyes as your heart warms.

Something flickers in Robin's eyes, and suddenly she's standing up, grinning even wider at you.

"I'm gonna go tell Steve I fell out of a tree and show him this huge bruise on my arm, can you draw his reaction babe? I swear it'll be so funny."

You can't help but laugh with her, but your amusement doesn't stop you from agreeing with a nod of your head. It's not your fault, you can't say no to her when she looks so pretty and happy and excited.

Robin pumps her fist in celebration, and runs off to Steve, throwing you a quick thumbs up and wink before she gets his attention.

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[ticklesobsessor]

Tattoo tickles (back)

Okay so initially I wasn't gonna write tickle fics as my creativity is as dry as bone 😆 but while in class one girl was drawing on another girl's back to imitate giving her a tattoo and I got this idea in my head and through to share it with you guys. I hope you like it... and I hope it's good for writing my first fic ever. If you guys enjoy it interact with it and I might do other ones like this, with tattoos on different parts of the body.

You're in your early 20s and have quite a few tattoos, all done by your sweet and loving tattoo artist partner, who you've been with since you both were 16. For a few weeks now you've been thinking of getting a spine tattoo and searching up pics of ones you would like. When you finally made up your mind about the one you wanted, a line down your spine with pink flowers looped around it, you talked to your partner and thwy happily agreed to do it.

This leads to this morning when you both made your way to their tattoo studio (they own it and is the employer) when it was supposed to be closed but for you, they'd happily open it to make you happy. Now you lay in the chair on your stomach, t-shirt pulled up till your underarms.

"You ready Love?" They ask after they had placed the stencil on your back and prepared everything necessary. "With you, always." You answer as usual which never fails to make their heart melt. They place a small kiss on your back, the sign that their going to start and you relax your muscles.

For the first few minutes, the only sound in the studio is the buzzing of the tattoo machine and occasional talk between you two. That is until it starts to hurt a little and your hisses join the fray. You try your best to not tense up whenever they tattoo over a spot that makes you hiss and they notice. They use their thumb from their free hand that is resting on your back to rub back and forth for comfort as they whisper sweet praises like "You're doing so good Love.", "I love you", "I'm so proud of you." and more.

"Y-yeah, your thumb just... tickled a little." You answer, a blush rising up your neck. Not that you minded it. Now is where a small important detail comes in, you had told them just a year after you got together that you liked being tickled when they were tickling one time. Ever since then they never said no when you asked to be tickled, as they just loved your reactions, how you blush from being flustered, how you don't fight off the tickles, just everything.

At one point their thumb rubs so lightly along where your back meets your side that it tickles and you can't hold in the giggle that escapes. "Darling, you okay?" They ask concerned as your giggle was muffled and they thought it was a noise of pain.

"Really?" By their tone, you can tell they're smirking and you twist your head to lay your cheek on your hands to look at him. Sure enough, their smirking and when they meet your gaze your blush rushes up your neck to your cheeks. "Think it's time for a break, don't you?" They ask, setting down the tattoo machine.

They stand up from their chair so they can easily do what they're planning. "Would you like a tickle break my tickle bug?" That nickname always has a way of effectively putting you in a lee mood. You whine, burying your face in your hands but nod nonetheless but they aren't satisfied. "Nuh uh Love, you know how it is, you have to use your words or else I won't know if you truly want them." They say to tease.

You twist your head back to look at them like before and with a tomato-red blush you say, "Please tickle me." "A please? How can I say no when you're such a polite tickle bug." They wink which is the only sign you get before their hands position under your shoulder blades and their fingers start spidering gently down and back up your back, clawing at your sides with every cycle.

You don't try to hold back your giggles as you have a mental battle with your fight-or-flight instinct to squirm away. "Hehehehehe, Bahahaby... it ihihit tihihickles."

"I know it does or else I wouldn't know that this," they wiggle their finger on your lower back, the most ticklish spot on your back, and your favourite, "tickles." They whisper the word in your ear knowing how much more flustered it makes you.

Your legs kick a little, something you do when you're truly enjoying being tickled, which just makes them chuckle. "Awe is someone enjoying their tickles? Does my tickle bug want more? Should I tickle right here?" They coo teasingly, placing their fingers on your neck, not moving them to grow the suspense.

"Plehehease." You say giggling from anticipation.

"Such a good little lee." Their fingers wiggle into your neck, squeezing on the sides as they plant sporadic tickle kisses along the back of it. "Who's a cute tickle bug?" They whisper in your ear.

"Mehehe, nahaha not there." I squeal when they give a teasy tickle to my armpit. "Awe why not, your squeals are so cute." They respond.

And they continue for a few more minutes till you both decide to continue with the tattoo. The difference is with every outline of a flower that was finished they'd tickle you and when it was all done you went back to your house where they gave you reward tickles before they made you dinner.

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[jaesqueso]

member: jeno

genre: fluff

movie quote: “Trust Me, They Don't Know It Yet, But They're Going To Love You.” The Greatest Showman, 2017

wordcount: 993

warnings: jeno’s mom is kinda rude at first

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“Yes, mom, we’re still coming tomorrow.” Jeno confirms as he’s making dinner.

“Hm…” His mother uncertain tone through the speaker makes you feel uneasy as you enter the kitchen. “What should we have for dinner? Is she picky?”

“No, mom, she’s perfect.” Pulling you closer, he plants a kiss on your freshly washed hair. “Just make anything you’d like.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of said perfection.” Your smile fades at her statement and you go pick up the plates to set up the table for you two.

“I’m not a kid anymore, I can make my own decisions and choose who I want to be with for the rest of my life.” Rolling his eyes Jeno tastes the food, positively humming and turning off the stove.

“The rest of your life? Aren’t you rushing things already?” She sounds shocked. “Don’t tell me you’re coming for dinner tomorrow to announce you are engaged! Jeno, don’t give me a heart attack!”

“Don’t worry, mom.” He sighs. “I gotta go now, see you tomorrow.”

“Ah… See you tomorrow.”

Jeno hangs up before she starts blabbering more and brings the food to the table where you are sitting down already with your head down.

“Dinner’s ready, babe.” He claims in hopes to cheer you up but you just give him a faint smile after hearing the lack of excitement from his mom to finally meet you. “She didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Of course she didn’t…” You murmur as he serves the food.

“Look,” he stops holding your hand over the table, “it’s going to be alright, don’t worry too much about it.”

“How can I not worry?” You look at him with sad eyes. “I’m meeting your parents for the first time, I want them to like me but they don’t seem to even want to give me a chance.”

“Trust me, they don't know it yet, but they're going to love you.” Jeno caresses you cheek. “Now let's eat before I’ll help you relax.”

“Jeno!” Smacking his arm you giggle at his naughty wink.

The next day, as you drive to his parents’ house you’re quiet, looking outside the window as your leg doesn’t stop shaking. Suddenly you feel a hand on your knee.

“It’s going to be fine, babe.”

From the driveway to the front door, he holds your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of it.

“Hey.” After ringing the bell, he pulls you to face him as he cups your cheeks. “I love you. And if you feel uncomfortable and want to leave just let me know, ok?”

“Thank you.” You whisper and he brings you closer for a warm kiss that makes you relax.

But quickly your lips part when you hear the door opening.

“You’re here.” His mom greets with a very neutral face that you cannot decipher.

“Hi mom, this is Y/N.” Jeno introduces you and you swear you see her eyeing you up and down, is it too soon to ask him to leave?

“Hello Mrs Lee.” You bow and she only raises a brow at you before turning to her son.

“Dinner’s almost ready.” She simply says letting you in the house.

You and Jeno follow her inside, a lump on your throat at her coldness. His dad sits in the living room and greets you politely when your boyfriend introduces you. After a failed attempt to help his mom in the kitchen, Jeno takes you on a tour of the house.

After a while you’re called to the dinner table where you end up sitting in front of Jeno’s mom.

“You have a lovely place, Mr and Mrs Lee.” You try to start a conversation as an awkward silence fills the room. “I love the paintings in the hallway. The textured strokes give them so much life and emotion.”

“My mom actually painted those.” Jeno smiles at you.

“Really?” You try to contain your excitement. “I’m a big fan of impasto.”

“You know what impasto is?” His mom asks surprised.

“Yes, ma’am. I studied art in high school and that was one of my favorite techniques.”

“Do you paint?” She engages the conversation making you smile.

“Not anymore, I can’t find the time anymore with work.” You look down suddenly missing it.

“What do you do for a living?” Do you sense an interest in getting to know you?

“I’m a designer at NeoLux.”

“Really?” She gasps. “I love their jewellery.”

“Jeno has mentioned before- Oh! I almost forgot!” Reaching inside your bag you pull out a small black and gold box with the NeoLux logo on top. “I got this for you.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widen as she opens the box, gagged with what’s on the inside.

“Jeno told me you had the earrings so I thought the set wouldn’t be complete without the necklace.”

And that was the first step into Mrs Lee’s heart. Throughout the rest of dinner you found out you and Jeno’s mom have so many interests in common, which you will kill him later on for not telling you about.

After the meal you help her clean and even share cooking secrets that she wouldn’t even tell her own son. You then move to the couch discussing the latest dorama that you’ve both been watching and the night ends with you in awe as she shows you Jeno’s baby pictures.

“Thank you for having us, Mr and Mrs Lee. Dinner was lovely.” You bow as you and Jeno prepare to leave.

“Please come back any time!” Her big smile strongly contrasts with her blank expression when you arrived.

You say your goodbyes and walk to the car. In the beginning of the night all you wanted to do was go back home and now you didn’t want to leave.

“See, I told you they’d love you.” Jeno grins and you just shake your head chuckling.

“This is the one, son, propose to her before someone else does!”

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[daintyduck99]

You really inspire me--peterpatterlina?

Luke has to admit that Reggie was the perfect choice for Alex's best man. No one's been more excited or supportive than him, and he's loved throwing the parties and doing the favors and he just—generally goes above and beyond.

It's also an excellent reminder for certain acquaintances and family members that Reggie and Alex are best friends, and that they simply don't know what sarcasm is.

Still, during his speech, which has moved several people to tears—

How am I the emotional one, Alex mouths, though Luke spies him dabbing at his eyes seconds later.

—as it clearly comes from the heart, Luke can't help but detect a hint of wistfulness that must have been buried down deep beneath Reggie’s earnest joy and love for their friends, especially as his voice breaks, and he has to take a pause.

He swallows. "What Willie and Alex have is special. It's the kind of love that you fight for and work for because it's worth holding onto, and it's too bright to hide. They stand taller together. They were proud enough to say forever, and to share this wonderful moment with us, and I'll always be grateful that I got to be a part of it. Here, in this garden, they've created a space where we can all celebrate our true colors."

Reggie's green eyes, made misty with all of the emotion, linger on him and Julie. Then he looks away and makes a joke that has Willie cackling, moving on smoothly, but Luke can't let it go. He glances at Julie, who's already looking back, biting her lip.

Does Reggie—want to marry them?

The question floats through Luke's mind for the rest of the evening, and he quickly warms to the idea, especially as he and Reggie are dancing, and his eyes shine in the moonlight. He gives Luke a crooked smile as he dips him, and Luke's heart thumps against his ribs like it's the first time, intensifying when he briefly catches Julie's eyes and she smiles at him, too.

Reggie hauls him upright and into a kiss, and he melts even more, mind made up.

It's definitely something they should talk about. Probably not tonight, but soon.

Julie's openly smirking by the time he ends up with her and Alex whisks Reggie away, eyes glittering as she loops her hands around his neck and they sway in place.

"Are you falling in love, querido? Again?"

"Always," he murmurs, squeezing her hips, and her entire face softens, reflecting all of his tenderness right back. She kisses him softly, and there's a whole song in there.

She hums like she knows what he's thinking. "His speech got to you, huh?"

"You two always get to me. I thought the notebook dedicated to you gave it away."

"I don't think there's a single aspect of us you haven't written songs about," she agrees teasingly through a wide smile.

It doesn't matter how many he's written before. He's already composing a new one that could be the bare bones of a proposal.

There's always something new to say about them, about the way they make him feel. They're the color in his world, the things that give so much of his music meaning.

"What can I say?" He sweeps his thumb over the slope of her cheek. "You really inspire me."

"Even when we're doing country duets?"

Luke wrinkles his nose. "I won't lie to you."

"Say it," she breathes, and he's helpless to deny her. She knows it, and her smile reaches her eyes as he sighs.

"Yes, boss. Even then. I love you."

Another set of arms slides around them, gangly and familiar.

"What are you guys whispering about?"

"How much we missed you," Julie says easily, which makes Reggie blush. "And how it's been a while since we've told you that we love you."

He recovers quickly though, shooting her a wink, which makes her giggle.

"Funny. That's why Alex sent me back. As if he wasn't also making heart eyes at his husband the whole time we were dancing."

Luke shrugs. "I can't say I blame him."

Okay, he knows how that sounded, despite the fact that he's blatantly staring at Reggie and Julie. He deserves the teasing he gets for that.

He'll get them back later, one way or another. Someday, they'll have this.

He doesn't care how many talks or songs it takes to get there.

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[addythelarrie]

Once In A Lifetime

Intro // Part 88

After everything that happened earlier, followed by his conversation with Niall, Harry thought his morning couldn't get any worse. That is of course until the shiftleader clocked in and he finds that once again he's reporting to sister Lu.

It hasn't been the easiest few hours with the senior nurse trying to find fault with everything Harry does, but to her great disappointment the junior nurse's work ethic and professionalism left her hanging high and dry.

So when lunchtime rolls around and Harry finds Louis waiting at the nurse's station in the Medical ward, he can't help the way his face lights up when Louis tuts while giving him a once over and biting down onto his bottom lip. "Nurse Styles." The doctor says, holding out his hand for Harry to take, smiling brightly when the nurse does just that. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He adds, sending a wink the younger man's way.

"Doctor." Harry giggles, before leaning closer and stealing a kiss, blissfully unaware of the two eyes staring daggers at them when they make their way out of the unit.

"How are they treating you?" Louis asks while they wait for the elevator to return to the floor they're on.

"They're fine." Harry smiles bashfully while leaning into Louis' side, resting his head on the doctor's shoulder. He doesn't mention the snide remarks or petty tasks that got thrown at him during the course of the morning. The last thing he wants to do is cause trouble when he doesn't even know yet if Liam will agree to rescind his resignation.

"They better be." Is all the doctor says before snaking his arm around the younger man's waist and placing a gentle kiss to his temple, eliciting a soft giggle from him.

The elevator arrives soon enough and the ride down to the management suite is mostly silent apart from the boring music filling the small space.

When they reach their destination, Louis links their fingers once more, guiding them to the waiting area where they take their seats.

"How are you feeling?" The doctor asks, rubbing the back of Harry's hand with the pad of his thumb.

"Nervous." Harry replies truthfully, giving the doctor a small smile.

Louis gives the younger man's hand a gentle squeeze. "Don't be. He'll be happy about it." He adds confidently.

"I hope so." Harry scrunches his nose a little.

Louis eyes the nurse for a few seconds, his thoughts all over the place about finding a way to distract him until it's time for their meeting with the matron. "Oh, and our date is happening on Wednesday." He says excitedly. Happy when the younger man's face immediately lights up, showcasing a dimpled smile that reaches his eyes and Louis think that Harry should always be smiling like this.

"Really?" The nurse struggles to hide his excitement.

"Yea-" Louis starts to say but gets cut off by a pair of soft lips on his own.

"Sorry." Harry blushes when pulling away.

"Don't be." Louis says, missing the feeling of Harry's lips on his own.

"Kiss me again." He whispers while leaning forward, happy when the nurse complies, meeting him halfway to seal their lips in a soft, languid kiss.

"Ahem." They get pulled from their own little world when Carson clears her throat right next to them. "Matron Payne will see you now." The PA pipes up, not sure where to look when the two men jumps to their feet- eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

"Let me get this straight." Liam says, staring at the two men in front of him- his eyes lingering on their linked fingers longer than he would care to admit. "You're not going back to Cheshire? You're staying in Doncaster?" He questions, his eyebrows slightly raised when looking up and meeting Harry's eyes.

"Y- yes." Harry stutters, swallowing hard.

"You do know that HR processes appointments and resignations right?" He asks, pinching his chin as he eyes the younger man.

"I-" Harry starts speaking but gets cut of by Louis.

"So what does that mean?" Louis is quick to ask. "Do we have to go to HR? What do we do?" The doctor asks, his heart sinking when he looks over to Harry and sees his eyes welling up.

"It means that once I send them the paperwork, the resignation gets processed and once that's been done the applicant needs to re-apply for the position they resigned from." Liam explains and watches as Harry nods his head in understanding.  "It's not guaranteed that the position is still available though." He adds, and finds that his heart is close to melting when Harry juts out his bottom lip and falls back into his chair.

"No!" Louis exclaims. "I don't want anyone else working in my unit." He adds adamantly, gently squeezing the younger man's hand.

"I don't make the rules, Lou." The Matron shrugs. "Once the resignation gets processed, they immediately advertise the post and interviews starts taking place after a day or two."

"So what? He has to re-apply now?" Louis questions, his tone annoyed and Liam finds himself smiling at how cute he thinks it is that Louis is trying to fight this fight for Harry.

"That would be correct." The Matron answers, his smile turning into a smirk when he reaches for the drawer in his desk, pulling out an envelope and waving it in the air. "That's what Harry would need to do if I submitted this piece of paper." He says, removing the letter from the envelope and Harry swallows thickly at the sight of the familiar paper Liam is busy unfolding.

"Is that-" Louis starts speaking but gets cut off by Liam.

"Luckily for you Harry, I had faith that this knobhead would do the right thing." Liam says, gesturing to the blue eyed doctor who stares at him indignantly. "That he would open up his heart and choose to follow it instead of his head." He adds teary-eyed and Louis juts out his own bottom lip as he stares at his friend, his annoyance making way for pure happiness and appreciation as tears fills his own eyes when he realizes what his friend is saying. "So, I thought I'd hold on to this for a while." He shrugs, waving the letter in the air again and Harry finds himself unable to hold back his tears as he lets out a loud sob and Louis instinctively pulls him closer to his side, gently pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Don't cry, love." Louis comforts, wiping away the nurse's tears with the pads of his thumbs. "This is good. We're good. Everything stays the same." He finds himself babbling through his own tears before leaning forward to capture the younger man's lips with his own.

They get pulled from their little bubble, their heads snapping back to the Matron when the latter starts tearing Harry's resignation to pieces, smiling through his own tears as he eyes one of his best friends and the young man who managed to tear down his walls without even trying.

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[chocoenvy]

ASKDFASDHKJK HUGS??? (Inazuma)

not me doing this shit backwards. I just wanted to hug inazumans bc they're hot. Name one ugly Inazuman, I'll wait. I might do one for Liyue and Mondstat. Maybe a part two of Inazuma because Resistance and all the others I didn't do. Itto and his man tibbies. I just- fluff. Hugs. I just need to give my babies some affection you know?

warnings: cult behaviors, favortism, can be interrpreted as either platonic or romantic (but it's leaning a bit towards the romantic), just lots of hugs :DDD

still don't know the name of this format but the order is : Yoimiya, Kamisato Ayaka, Kujou Sara, Ei

When you had first arrived in the world of Genshin Impact, you were absolutely estatic. You immediately had in mind what characters you wanted to find and squeeze the shit out of, and now you had found one of them.

The Raiden Shogun - Ei - was having her people bow for you. You were a bit embarrased by all of the attention, but you were numb to it after Mondstat and Liyue. You ignored the masses of people bowing before you, most of them were NPCs but you soon found who you were looking for:

Yoimiya stood out like a sore thumb,

You'd recognize her design from anywhere. You ran to her and she tilted her head up curiously at the sound of your rappidly approaching footsteps. She didn't have time to even look surprised before you scooped her into your arms and squeezed the everloving shit out of her.

She laughed, confused, but returned the hug. Her face turning red from your affection.

"Your-your grace?" She choked out, a big dumb grin on her face.

You were pratically vibrating with joy, "I've wanted to hug you for so long! I knew you'd give amazing hugs!" You squeezed her impossibly tighter.

Yoimiya swore she could've died happily in that moment, there was nothing better than this. The jealous and shocked stares didn't affect either of you as the two of you finally got the chance to hug each other.

Your eyes scanned the crowd for Ayaka

When you found her gracefully kneeling for you, you couldn't help but jump in excitement. You made a beeline for her, grinning like a kid that just got candy. Nervously and carefully, you tapped her shoulder.

Ayaka's breath hitched and she tilted her head up to meet your eyes. As soon as your eyes connected, your grin doubled. You giggled childlishly and grappled her into a hug.

Ayaka's breath was lost, "W-what-?"

You giggled and her soul nearly left her body, "I've wanted to hug you for a long time Ayaka." There was so much you wanted to say, but you were in front of so many people. So, quietly, in her ear, you whispered, "I've cared for you for so long. I've wanted you for so long."

Looking back, you can see why Ayaka nearly passed out, her face redder than a tomato. Thoma sent Ayaka a wink and a thumbs up from the side, which certaintly didn't help her flustered state.

You apologized for sounding like that later, and explained what you actually meant. Ayaka thought to herself later how easy it'd be for you to kill her with a single look or whisper.

Immdiately, you ran for Kujou Sara

As a general for the almighty Shogun, she was right beside her. Sara heard your footsteps heading straight for her. Alarmed, she whipped her head up from her kneeling position and quickly caught you as you fell into her arms.

Sara was as stiff as a board, you can tell she hadn't been hugged in a long time. That broke your heart. She deserved all the hugs and to have affection and be loved.

You cupped her face in your hands, it fit impossibly well, as if you were made to give her and the rest of your beloved characters the love they never got.

"You deserve the world."

You attempted to look serious but you couldn't fight off the grin on your face from how happy you were. It stole Sara's breath. She had sworn her loyalty to the Shogun, and prioritized her above everything else. But god would she destroy the resistance ten times over to see you smile so happily at just seeing her.

"Y-your grace? What do you mean?" She stuttered, an unbecoming and unusual thing for her but how could she not stutter? When her god was pretty much on her lap and holding her face with such tenderness?

You smiled sweetly, "Can't explain it much right now, but just know it's true!"

Sara's story may have hit me a bit too hard.

You got off of her, noticing how uncomfortable she was. But you still asked to squeeze her hand.

Sara may be loyal to the Shogun, but you stole her heart so easily and it made her all too happy to call herself yours.

You went straight for Ei,

englufing her in a tight and loving hug. She stiffened immediately but god she felt so soft. She stood up, still holding you, and cleared her throat.

"Ahem, um, your grace... what is.." Her face was dusted with pink, "What is the meaning of this?"

You pulled your head back and grinned brightly, almost as though the sun had dimmed just to let you shine brighter, "I've wanted to hug you for forever!" You quieted down a bit, "I've-I..." You pursed your lips, "I... love you? You're literally amazing, take my affection." You continued to hold her, much to her shock.

Ei seemed to literally have a loading symbol above her head. Yae, though, quietly snapped her fingers in front of her face.

She mouthed, "Hug them back!"

Ei really was a useless mess, but still wrapped her arms tentatively around you, treating you like a doll. You, though, were hugging her as tight as you could. As though if you let her go, she'd be lost forever to time and space.

Eternity. You smiled, I wanna hug her for eternity.

You pulled away and held her hands with yours, "There's so much I wanna do with you! So much I've wanted to do with you for so long!" You bounced on your toes just a bit but it was enough to nearly bring Ei to her knees.

Just say the word and Ei would give the world and all it's treasures to you. Your smile, your love, your hugs, it was all perfect.

Ei, was having a system malfunction, unable to compute how much you cared for her. Surely, it couldn't rival her devotion to you... Right?

But she doesn't know how you nearly cried when you read her story. Took her under sakura trees in reminisence of her friends. Loved her like she was real. And now, she is! You can now love her in full, and show her that she's never alone.

#sagau #cult genshin impact #genshin cult au #genshin self aware #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #yoimiya #kamisato ayaka #kujou sara #ei #raiden shogun #is it obvious which one's my favorite? #it's Ei #I love ei #and sara #pls hot women are my weakness #yae and thoma being wingmans #i'll hug them too one day I swear it!

[neverinadream]

Baby Names

Summary: Y/n and Kepa discuss potential baby names

Notes: happy new year!!! requests are open!

"What about your abuelo's name?"

"Kepa, we are not naming our child William."

They were both still laid in bed, today being one of the rare days when they both had a day off. Baby names were a big topic of their conversations now that y/n was nearing the end of her second trimester. Many names had already been ruled out, such as Noah, Willow, Natalia and now y/n's late grandfather's first name, William. And with both wanting to wait to find out the baby's gender, neither had yet to find a girl's name and a boy's name that they liked.

Kepa's hand drifts from her side and onto her stomach, resting his hand over her bump. There wasn't a single day that had gone by since finding out that y/n was pregnant that he didn't find himself resting his hand on her bump. His thumb unconsciously rubs back and forth, lazily smiling when their baby kicks at the placement of his hand. "What about Luiz?" He asks, shuffling down the bed so he's able to lie face to face with the bump. "Are you a Luiz?"

Y/n watched in awe as he continued to speak to her bump, switching between Spanish and English. Her fingers stroked through his curls, soft locks slipping through her fingers as she continued to watch him. "I don't think they're a Luiz either," she giggles when he asks their baby to kick if they were a Luiz.

He glances up at her, chin gently resting on her bump. "I was so sure they were," he jokes, giving her a wink.

There were two names that y/n had swimming around her head, yet to be discussed by either of them. "What about Mila if they're a girl and Arlo if they're a boy?" She puts forward, waiting for him to answer. "They're the only two names that stand-"

"I love them," Kepa interrupts her, continuing to rub his thumb against her bump. He ghosted his lips against the material of her shirt, nose nudging against her stomach as he spoke to the baby. "What do you day?" He asks them, making y/n giggle as he resumes talking to her bump. "Do we like those names? Kick my hand if you like Arlo or Mila for a name." They both wait patiently for an answer, Kepa chuckling when their baby finally kicks. "Good boy," he whispers, kissing her bump once more.

"Or good girl."

Kepa shakes his head as he lies back against his pillow, hand still resting on her bump. "We're having a boy," he argues, "I just know it." Kepa leans across and brushes his lips against her cheek. "That's our little Arlo in there."

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[milazka]

not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose. 

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her. 

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare. 

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins. 

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched. 

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget. 

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance. 

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious. 

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash. 

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt. 

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?” 

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm. 

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?” 

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well. 

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?” 

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.” 

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,” 

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine. 

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties. 

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds.  She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him. 

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him. 

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl. 

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?” 

“Uh no, should I have?” 

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?” 

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question. 

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye  before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.  

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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