you look so hot when you’re pissed at me.”
A/N: So someone requested angry!sex, and somebody else sent in that sentence prompt so here we are. So this was just ?????!!!!!! to write. That’s how I can describe writing this. I’m honestly not sure if i went a bit overboard with it tbh, like I’ve never written anything like this before, so feedback would be appreciated?! Because I am very unsure about this?! I am but just a girl, please be gentle with me.
“Hey, come here. There’s some people I want you to meet.”
Harry murmurs in your ear, arm sliding around your waist, and tugging you away
from your conversation. You open and close your mouth in surprise as he doesn’t
wait for you to answer, shrugging helplessly at Sue, and waving goodbye to her.
“Alright dads, place your left hand over mom’s and take a deep breath,” Mrs. Devereaux instructed in a soothing voice. “Hold it for three, two, one, and…. let it go.”
Gemma let out a deep breath behind me along with all of the dads in the room. Our fingers were intertwined over my stomach and she had been holding back giggles for the entire class, despite my pleas for her to be serious.
“Good, good. Now, if I can have the mommies tilt your heads back into dad’s chest, just below the pectorals,” Mrs. Devereaux said with a smile.
“I think my bosom is in the way, Tasha,” Gemma choked out. “Sorry for being a terrible dad.”
Prompt:“You look tense. Let me help you relax.” [x]
A/N: I’ve been trying to finish this for like three days, and finally changed some things around that meant I wrote pretty much all of this today so ayyy. Fic will slow down in the next couple of days as I’m starting my first ever job tomorrow, and it’s a night shift so i’ll be asleep in the day and working in the night. Fret not, I’m gonna be all about writing on friday onwards! This is kinda all over the place oops sorry for party rockin’ etc etc
The passageway is bathed in a warm glow of light when Harry
opens the door, letting him know he’s not alone in the apartment. He lets his
bag fall off of his shoulder, hanging it up next to your jacket, creeping his
way into the living room, already feeling the weight of the day begin to melt