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AN: i had this thought and wanted to write about it. it was going to be short and sweet but i got carried away like usually. so i hope you enjoy. oh also, i know the title says midnight but in the story i wrote its 3 am. so lets pretend they correlate together and match.
This story contains: sex while barley awake (half asleep), slow sex
{ dad!harry - dilf!harry (kids 3-16) - husband!harry - married for 20 years }
word count: 1627
Harry rolls on top of you in the middle of the night and whilst keeping both your eyes closed, you end up having very slow, half asleep sex.
Being married to someone for just over twenty years has its perks. You know just about everything there is to know about each other. You're very comfortable around each, no matter the awkward situation. You understand and are aware of the others boundaries. But best of all, you have years of memories together and five wonderful children you created with the love you share for one another.
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Yesterday was a long day of cleaning up after the kids while Harry met with some people that will be over his upcoming tour. By the time you got into bed together, you both past out from exhaustion.
Now it's currently three a.m. and Harry is awoken with a craving for you. But Harry isn't like, fully awake, perse. He's more so in that state of half asleep - half awake where he's aware of his thoughts and feelings but his eyes are still shut and his body is lagging to move at any quick rate.
Harry doesn't really want to wake you either, knowing how tired you are and how peaceful you look sleeping beside him. But he'll never be able to fall fully asleep until he can get his boner to go down. So the only logical thing to do is to roll on top of your body and just slide his cock in your cunt while you're asleep.
He's aware some would find problems with that but its one of the many things Harry's grown to learn is okay in your marriage as far as boundaries go. Plus, it's not like you'd say asleep during the sex. You'd wake up just enough to know what he's doing and consent to it. And it's also not like this hasn't happened before because it has. Sometimes by you waking up horny and crawling on top of Harry to ride his cock in the middle of the night, and sometimes by Harry, crawling on top your body and fucking you in missionary.
Firstly, Harry kicks off his tight fitting boxers and spits in his hand. Then he reaches under the heavy duvet and takes his slick hand, grabbing a hold of his throbbing dick, tugging and stroking it a few times to get it ready for you. When he decides he's done enough, Harry carefully slides over to your relaxed body, which is on its back, and crawls on top of you. He's careful not to add too much weight on you for now and supports his body with his arms and legs.
Gently, Harry allows his body to come down and meet yours. You have a shirt on and some cotton panties but you won't for long. When his body lays on top of yours, you don't even budge honestly. You're so used to Harry crawling on top of you in the night that this feels normal and comfortable so far.
Harry loops his fingers into the band of your underwear and blindly slides them down your legs, exposing your pussy to your husband. After your underwear is below your knees, he takes his hands and spreads your legs further apart. Then Harry double checks to make sure his cock is nice and lubricated because he knows you aren't wet right now and he'd never fuck you dry.
When he feels just how slick and slimy his dick is, Harry blindly positions it at your entrance. In addition to all the perks of being married for twenty years mentioned earlier, knowing your body in the dark is another one for Harry. The tip of his cock slowly starts to glide into your tight walls and this allows him to lay his head on your shoulder and tuck his face into your warm and familiar neck.
Just like Harry thought, you don't stay asleep for too much longer with the feeling of girth stretching your pussy out below the covers. Your eyes shoot open in the dark of the room and you feel something heavy on your chest. That's when you release what's happening and let out a deep sign of relief.
Still a bit disoriented from abruptly waking up, you mutter in a scratching voice, "What.... what'r you doing, babe?"
"Shhh," Harry whispers in your ear with his eyes closed, "woke up with a hard-on and needed some loving from m'wife. That okay? We can go slow since we're both so tired and all."
"Mhm, its okay," you respond back and continue to ask, "but can I take my shirt off? Wanna feel your skin on mine. Miss our intimate time and if that means sleepy sex in the middle of the night, then so be it."
Harry raises up on your body, making sure his dick stays deep inside you, and helps you sit up to remove your sleep shirt. Once off, you toss it on the floor and kick off your panties until they're lost in the blankets by your feet. Then you lay back down on the mattress and Harry soon follows, laying back on top your chest. But now he can feel your heavy boobs press into his skin and signs at the warm feeling it brings him.
Situating his head on your shoulder with his arms wrapped under and around your upper back, knees bent by your hips, Harry questions quietly, "Ready, m'love?"
"Mhm." you answer sleepily and hug around your husbands body tight. Your arms around his back and your legs wrapped around his waist. Harry takes that as permission to start rocking his hips with yours and it makes you let out a gasp. "Oh fuck, babe." you whine in a whispered tone, not having a full voice at this early hour.
The whole situation felt so very intimate and you loved every second of it. The way your bodies are flushed to one another and how you could feel a thin layer of sweat start to glue your bodies together. The feeling of Harry's hot breath fanning over the skin of your neck. The heavy duvet on top your mushed bodies. It was almost too much but too much in the best way possible.
This goes on for a while. Normally sex between you and Harry has to be rushed and quick pace because as parents you don't have much time to do these activities like you once could. So maybe that's why you're trying to draw this out as long as possible. To hold off on coming and live in the moment for a while longer.
Eventually, you start grinding your hips upwards to meet Harry's public bone so that your clit can get some much needed attention. The first grind up and your body tenses with pleasure. The bed is rocking slightly from the slow but deep thrusting Harry is doing. Your nails begin to claw at the skin of his bare back, making him hiss. But you know he secretly loves it.
Harry's hold around your upper back gets tighter and under his closed eye lids are lite fireworks that are seconds away from setting off the explosion which will be his orgasm. All that can be heard in the bedroom is panted breaths coming from both of you combined and low moans and grunts escaping your mouths.
"Harry, I'm gonna come, alright. Feels too good." you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back on the pillow below you. The tip of his long cock nudges your g spot perfectly with how you're raising your hips up to grind on his. Legs still encased around Harry's hips, your feet digging into his naked ass cheeks.
"Ugh, yeah. Come f'me. M'gonna come too. You feel so good around my dick. Love you so much." Harry heaves, shoving his face as far as he can in your neck to hide his moans and to peck tiny kisses on your sweaty skin.
Suddenly, a euphoric feeling washes over you and your orgasm crashes down on your body. Your body shakes and spasms under Harry and you have to bite down on his shoulder to conceal your moans. Because you'd hate to have your eldest who's sixteen hear their parents making love at three thirty in the morning.
Harry isn't far behind you and his loaded cock shoots cum deep into your cervix. His hips slow down and rather than thrusting, they gradually just press into your hips, rutting back and forth slightly, creating added pressure to your clit and extending your release.
When your highs go down, you're both left breathless under the covers on your bed. Bodies glued to each others and heads fuzzy from the orgasms and from sleep creeping back into your bodies. Slowly, your heart rates start getting back to normal and your muscles begin to relax. Harry's cock stays buried deep inside you to prevent his cum from dirtying the sheets.
Then breaking the silence, Harry coos with a deep, exhaustion filled voice, "Thank you for letting me do this."
You take the hand you had splayed on his back and run your fingers through his sweaty, disheveled curls and respond in an equally tired voice, "Any time, babe. Missed this between us. Missed the unrushed, slow, and intimate sex we used to have before our five kids came along."
Harry lifts his head off your shoulder and places soft kisses over your cheeks until he finds your lips. You deepen the kiss and allow your tongues to meld together. But eventually, you break the kiss apart and Harry relaxes back on top of your body and you both allow sleep to take over your minds. His soft cock stays inside your cunt for the remainder of the morning hours and you know you'll have to take a shower first thing in the morning.
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destiel - good luck babe
you could say it's just the way you are make a new excuse, another stupid reason
repressed cas truthers stand up!!!
MANIFESTO OF A DOER
1. If you find something that you want to change, you have two options. One, is to talk about the change you are going to make. Or, two, stop talking. And begin.
2. Avoid easy deadlines. Deadlines serve you best when they are short, hard and, at first glance, impossible. Urgency gets things done.
3. Follow through. On the big things. On the small things. Create a habit of always following through. As habits go, it's a good one to have.
4. Focus on the task. If you are doing something that isn't pushing the task forward, that is called a distraction. Distractions are plentiful. But remember, distractions stop you from doing.
5. Obstacles will come your way. Guaranteed. Think of them as a gift. They will make you stronger. They will make you more creative. Rather than break you, they will define you.
6. Ideas change things. But ideas by themselves change nothing. An idea needs effort to make it happen. Do the work.
7. Leverage your energy. You can't increase the number of hours in a day, but you can multiply your effort. Understand the power of the influencers: The few influence the many. Find your multiplier. The person, the company, the organisations who can acclerarate the change you want to make.
8. What you are doing is hard, but not impossible. Practice optimism.
9. What is the priority today? Ask yourself this every day. It's your job to keep the main thing the main thing.
10. The energy available to get this done is directly proportional to how much it matters to you. Only commit to things that matter.
11. Perfection comes over time. Not at the beginning. Start where you are. But start.
12. Sprint. Rest. Sprint. Rest. Human's get more done in bursts followed by rest. Getting things done isn't about who does the longest hours, but who does the smartest hours.
13. 80% of your time is spent on things that you are not good at. 20% of your time is spent on the things you are very good at. In order to get more done, flip that.
14. Teams multiply change. Teams with a clear purpose, and a clear sense of the change they can make, get the most done.
15. Keep your energy for pushing forward. The past is done. Things out of your control cannot be changed. Energy spent being angry, jealous, or cynical is negative energy. Stay positive.
16. Make a plan. Then accept it can and will change. Making something happen is about being nimble and adaptable.
17. Say no. And say it often. As David Allen says: "You can do anything, but not everything." Protect your time.
18. Making things happen is fun. Making things happen that matter with a team as crazy as you are, is the best fun of all.
19. Little actions repeated relentlessly result in big change. Don't underestimate the importance of 'small' multiplied by 'often'.
20. Make a pact with failure early on. Respect it. But don't fear it. If it occupies your mind whilst doing, it can stop you from winning. Free your mind.
21. Even though you are busy, make time to help others who are at the start of their journey. Give back. It will help you.
22. All teams want to be part of history. Have something big that you want to change. This is bigger than you. You're purpose multiplies the teams stubbornness to get this thing done.
23. if you are going to make change happen, make it a good one. This planet needs as many friends as it can get.
It's the best one ever
nikibi6 said:
I need a story based on the Shawn Mendes song ālights onā but about Harry. Have you heard the song? Itās very sweet and sexy. Very Harry.
A/N: Ā Yes, my betas worked in full force to bring this piece of writing to a place where it was publishable. Ā Thank you to @little-black-dress-24, @melissas173, @niallandharrymakemestrong, and @emulateharry. Ā I hope it meets your expectations, @dirtystyles! Ā Hereās the song that inspired it!
WARNING: Ā NSFW. Ā Read at your own risk. Ā
āYou know the words to every song! You must be a true Harrie!ā the girl next to you yells while youāre jumping up and down during āKiwiā. Nodding in agreement, you continue jamming to each tune, singing along at the top of your lungs.
When Harry smiles and waves at you during his cover of āSongbirdā, the girl looks sideways at you. After his third time smiling specifically at you, the same girl pauses in her dancing, turning to you in bewilderment. āWho the fuck are you, hon?ā A playful grin is your only response until the end of the show when Harry waves you over to the stage entrance. The fan grabs your arm, āYou get to go backstage? What the fuck?! I thought he wasnāt doing M&Gs.ā
āHeās not!ā you call, as you wrench your arm from her tight, nearly painful grip. āSometimes it just pays to have seen him naked.ā Raising your eyebrows at her, you stalk off, angry that you had to justify why Harry has called you backstage.
Granted, the last time you had seen him naked had been when you were both about five years old and your mums had put you in the tub together after youād played in the mud following a particularly powerful rainstorm.
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The fact Nando and Lance couldāve used their respective solo pics but instead they BOTH chose the pic of them giggling and smiling at each other. Both closets are made of glass.
wanted to post this on it's own because i spent so much time on it...
cm punk x reader
synopsis: when punk goes on a podcast the whole world finds out just how soft he is for his girlfriend.
punk hadnāt expected to enjoy this podcast as much as he was. heād been on enough to know the beats, a little banter, a few nostalgic wrestling stories, some inevitable teasing. but this one had a laid-back energy, and the host clearly knew his stuff, not just about wrestling, but comics, pop culture, and all the weird corners of interest that Punk cared about. they were nearly forty minutes in, and it had been mostly harmless fun, batman debates, injury horror stories, and a detour into punkās very strong feelings about pineapple on pizza.
then the host grinned across the table and said, "so, weāve talked wrestling, pipe bombs, and the jokerās overrated plans but letās pivot. fans want to know, whatās going on outside the ring these days? youāve mellowed out a bit, havenāt you?"
punk chuckled, sensing the shift. "i donāt know about mellowed out" he said, leaning back in his chair. "i still yell at clouds on twitter. but yeah, lifeās good. iāve got someone who keeps me grounded."
the host raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. "the mystery woman makes an appearance. youāve been keeping that low-key."
"i try. i donāt need the whole world in our business", punk replied with a shrug. "but sheās awesome. smart, funny, way cooler than me. And patient. god, so patient. you have to be, to put up with my cranky ass."
the host laughed and pointed at him. "youāre smiling like a dork right now."
punk blinked. "am i?"
"you donāt even realize how soft you just got. dude, you went from āpipe bombā to āpuppy loveā in thirty seconds."
punk rolled his eyes but didnāt deny it. "sheās got that effect, i guess. i donāt notice it when iām talking about her. feels normal."
there was a brief pause, and then, more quietly, he added, "itās weird. you go through life thinking youāre this lone wolf. you make peace with it. then someone shows up, looks at you like youāre worth something, even on your worst days and suddenly youāre checking her grocery list and reorganizing your whole damn house just so she has drawer space."
the host let out a laugh that bordered on a wheeze. "so what youāre saying is, cm punk the most dangerous man with a mic, is out here living the domestic dream."
"hey", punk said, mock-defensive. "donāt get it twisted. iāll still fight a dude in a parking lot. but iāll text her first to let her know Iāll be late."
that set the host off again. "thatās love, man. thatās growth."
punk laughed too, rubbing the back of his neck, his expression softening despite himself. "she makes things better just by being around. she doesnāt try to change me, and somehow that makes me want to be better. you donāt come across people like that often."
"does she know sheās got you like this?"
"oh, she knows", punk said with a smirk. "doesnāt abuse the power. well, not much."
"youāre whipped."
"iām in love. big difference."
āā¢Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·ā¢āŹ ā” Éāā¢Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·Ā·ā¢ā
later that night, you sat curled up on the couch, one of his hoodies drowning you, headphones in, phone clutched loosely in your hand as the podcast played. you were at the exact part where he started talking about you, really talking about you and the smile on your face couldnāt have been stopped if you tried.
you watched him out of the corner of your eye as he walked into the room, pausing mid-step when he saw you grinning.
"youāre listening to it, arenāt you?" he asked, already looking like he regretted opening his mouth on the show.
you paused the episode dramatically and turned to him. "sheās got this stupid laugh", you quoted, placing a hand over your heart. "poetic."
he groaned and dropped down onto the couch beside you, burying his face in your shoulder. "i knew that was gonna come back to haunt me."
"youāre soft", you teased, laughing as you stroked his hair.
"i was ambushed", he said into your hoodie. "i thought we were gonna talk about bane and joker, not my undying devotion."
you kissed the top of his head and pulled him closer. "for the record", you murmured, "i love your cranky ass. especially when you get all mushy without realising."
he sighed but didnāt move. "remind me to never speak publicly again."
"too late. the world knows", you teased, resting your chin on his head. "youāre whipped."
he tilted his head up just enough to look at you. "yeah", he said simply, his voice low and honest. "i am"
The best thing I have come across āØāØāØāØ
āFall in love with someone who sees the wars within you and not only chooses to stay, but chooses to stand by your side and help you fight them. Strive to find someone who cradles your dark, who embraces your light, someone who always wants to be your best when you yourself are not your best; someone who reminds you of every strong thing you are whenever you feel feeble.ā
ā Bianca Sparacino, Fall In Love With Someone Who Makes It Impossible To Love Anyone Else
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