irish princes

I can’t stop watching him… he is just so … … . . and his eyes are so… … but his lips are so kissable … . . and he is just… .  FINN

Body Like A Back Road

A/N: I’ve gotten some requests for my Irish Prince. I’ll admit, I really tried not to make my first post for him smutty, but….Anyway, are my morning fantasies showing?

Inspired by Sam Hunt’s new song “Body Like A Back Road”

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Colin is jetlagged.

The press tour for Fantastic Beasts has nearly drained him. He is just getting back into the swing of things, in terms of the Hollywood lifestyle. With his sons, he’d found himself on a road to recovery that allowed his eyes to open to the true pleasures of life. Pleasures that only enhance the experience, not erase them like drugs and alcohol. Family, living a healthy life. Some life’s pleasures were often indulged in close proximity to the woman laying next to him.

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“Do you know how lucky you are missy?” Your husband Finn, very serious by the way, asked your infant daughter, their blue eyes matching each other.”You stole mommy’s boobs from daddy and you get to kiss them and touch them whenever you want” He playfully played with y/d/n nose, trying to get a giggle in return. You try to contain yourself from bursting into laughter as you enjoyed watching Finn bond with y/d/n.”When are you planning on giving them back to me missy?” Finn held y/d/n up, questioning her.”Help a daddy out baby girl.” Tilting his head onto his shoulder, he gave your daughter a pout.”As soon as you finish smack talking our daughter, who by the way doesn’t understand a word you are saying, you’ll find me in our bed, in lace, waiting for you to unwrap me.” You yell across the hall, making your way to your bedroom.