Cuddle Party
George figured a new couch was in order, given the last one kinda uh. Exploded. Might as well help him break it in!
I blame @george-weasleys-girl for this. It literally all stemmed for this pic
Warnings: Heavy petting. ((Yeah it seems like a vanilla warning, but hey sometimes you aren’t in the right headspace for sexual content. Even if there isn’t sex. You valid sweetie!)) lots of fluff, and some wholesome “teaching your kid about deafness”
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“See? As if nothing had ever happened!” That nothing being your son, Fred the second, inherited someone’s pyrotechnic passion. Wasn’t Freddy’s fault. He wasn’t even old enough for a wand yet, but he was showing brilliant magic. Even so young. You two made sure he understood it was an accident, but also used it as a good learning lesson that when accidents happen you do your best to fix them. Gentle parenting was what helped Freddy best, and like hell you would ever yell at him for such an accident.
“You wanted an excuse for this, didn’t you?” You would tease, as you leaned over the massive thing. Was pretty much a alaskan king, with many purple cushions to accent the orange material. It was loud, and that was how you liked it. It was also perfect for when family was over. Just move the furniture around, and the couch was suddenly much longer with many seats. You did like that. This would make having company over far easier. You really did like it.
"MAYBE~" He cackled, before he jumped onto the thing. A graceful flop he went, with so much space to move around. That had you rolling your eyes, but you were smiling. Your husband. Such a adorable man, and that made you so happy. Kept you feeling young, even with so much happening. With that being said, it also meant you had a streak of mischeif all the same. Before your husband knew it, you jump right on him. Making him wheeze, before laughing.
"NO FAIR! IM DEAF I COULDNT HEAR YOU COMING!" He, playfully, argued. Along with took advantage of your laughter to pin you down. Made you laugh more, as you would fight back. Your wrists pinned, and sock feet flailing, as your were attacked with kisses. Left you squealing, as he made sure to attack your sweet spots. Leaving no mercy, as the two of you broke in the new furniture.
“You are a menace to society, just my type~” He growled, as he gave you a kiss. Then another, and another, and before either of knew it. It was more than just kissing. You two were just engulfed by each other. Utterly addicted to each other’s flavors and scents. The fresh ash, and sweet pastries.
Suppose you two were breaking in the new couch, that’s for sure. As if either of you could complain. That is, until your passionate moment was interrupted by someone jumping onto George’s back. Made him wheeze, before tumbling across the furniture. Leaving you to have someone fall on your stomach.
“ITS LIKE A BIG BED-!” Junior shouted, before he crawled off of you. Quick to stand up, and jump on it. Meanwhile, you two needed a moment to breathe again. You caught your breath far quicker than George did. Since he was full on WWE-ed.
“Dad! DAD-!” Junior shouted, but George was busy with a bruised back. Not to mention his good ear was forced into the cushion, so he didn’t hear Freddy at all. You used that to your advantage, and soon scooped Freddy up.
“Remember, Daddy doesn’t hear to well. Right?” A nice learning moment. With Freddy in your lap, as you sat crossed legged. “Yeah yeah-! He hears only half the stuff we do-!” Junior would agree, and made the sign for ‘silent’ on his left ear. Just like where George’s was missing.
“That’s a good job-! Oh you did so well, you remembered!” You praised, making your son beam. Learning languages sure comes naturally, when half your family’s speaks more than one language. Romanian, Mandarían, French, Arabic, Latin, and throw in some British Sign Language.
“And you remember what we said about yelling?” You asked, as he nodded. “Not everyone likes it! So you gotta ask em first. Cause yelling is scary sometimes. Like when grandma Molly yells. She yells loud!” Junior said, making an explosion motion with his hands.
“Oh she got lungs alright-“ George huffed, as he caught himself again. Once he was steady, Junior was quick to camper over to George. Yanked into the older man’s arms, and held high in the air. Then, he collapsed on the couch. With Junior plopping on his chest. You were quick to snuggle your husbands side, as Junior sat on his chest. Having to much energy.
“Your kid-“ You tease, before kissing your husbands cheek. That made Junior stick his tongue out, and George mimicked him. Having a silly face off. That made you laugh, as you enjoyed the cuddle session with your family.
Eh, that old couch had been here since you three had got the permit for the place. Some things needed to be replaced. But memories like this? Never. You wanted to simply keep creating, and keeping, more and more. Forever, and ever.
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11:43pm
mark fluff + smut - college au
“Oh god, I’m so tired,” you sighed, flopping down on your bed with your books still splayed in front of you.
Mark laughed at your defeated display. You had both been studying at your apartment since your last evening class ended, going on nearly four hours now. It was nearing the end of the semester, and finals were on the horizon. This class happened to be the most difficult for you to study for, with both of you endlessly trying to cram in as much information as possible.
“Let’s take a break then, okay?” Mark murmured, collapsing next to you and pulling you into his arms. You closed your eyes and curled into his embrace.
“Mmm you’re warm,” you mumbled. “I’m going to fall asleep if we stay like this.”
Your boyfriend smiled and held you tighter.
“That’s fine with me, Y/N,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. You sighed.
“As much as I wish I could, I probably should at least try to finish this chapter before we tap out for the night.”
Mark reluctantly let you go as you moved to sit up straight again. He joined you after letting his eyes wander to the exposed small of your back.
You often dressed comfortably, casual, but effortlessly put-together. Mark always insisted that the less-put-together side of you was the most beautiful, and that was certainly the side of you that was on display tonight.
Gently, Mark traced his fingers along your spine. You shivered as he made contact with your bare skin.
“Mark, if you keep doing that I’m not going to want to study much longer,” you teased, only half-joking.
Mark continued his actions, disregarding your words in favor of adding more pressure to his touch.
You blushed, and began to focus more on the movement of his fingers than the words on the page in front of you.
“Mark, I swear to god,” you sighed.
Your boyfriend laughed.
“Sorry, Y/N. I really think we need a break,” he insisted, running his fingers through your hair and gently scratching your scalp. His touch sent pleasurable tingles through your body.
“I don’t know, I’m feeling so unprepared,” you muttered, briefly closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of his fingers.
“Maybe I can help us both,” Mark murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, slowly increasing the pressure of his lips as he trailed lower. You felt yourself shiver yet again.
“What exactly do you have in mind?” You asked, hesitantly. You could feel Mark smile against your skin.
“You just keep studying, Y/N. Don’t mind me,” he whispered.
You gasped as his lips trailed lower, his fingers carefully slipping underneath your cropped sweater. His hands ghosted across your stomach, tracing your ribs before gently cupping your bare breasts.
You steeled your nerves and turned the page of your textbook, determined to cram in another chapter of material.
You let out an involuntary sigh as Mark’s fingers teased your perked nipples under your clothes. He sucked roughly at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you tilt your head back to give him more room.
“Eyes on your textbook, pretty girl…” he murmured teasingly, flicking your nipple for emphasis.
You bit your bottom lip and attempted to shift your focus back to your studying.
Mark shifted behind you and began trailing his right hand down your stomach to the hem of your pajama shorts, toying with the strings that cinched them at your hips.
You deliberately chose to ignore his teasing, and made sure your eyes never left your notes. You pulled out a highlighter and began to turn the heavily-notated page of text. You barely registered when Mark’s fingers slipped inside your shorts and began to push aside your panties.
“Ah!” You moaned suddenly, throwing your head back to rest on Mark’s shoulder as his fingers found your most sensitive bud and began to tease it.
Mark continued to suck at your neck while his talented hands worked you into a state of bliss.
“M-Mark, oh god—“ your breathing became heavier as he slipped his fingers inside you, letting his palm stimulate your clit.
All too quickly, Mark removed his fingers and hovered them teasingly about your aching core. You whimpered at the loss of contact. Mark smirked.
“Tell me about chapter five and I’ll start again,” he murmured, ghosting his fingers across your heat in encouragement. You closed your eyes and desperately wracked your brain for information.
“Ch-Chapter five is about the integumentary system… it provides the body with protection and includes the skin, the body’s largest organ,” you squeaked out your answer, eager for him to pleasure you again.
“Good girl,” Mark cooed, gently stroking his fingers across your swollen clit.
“Ah— Mark!” you cried, your legs beginning to shake.
“And chapter 8?” He murmured, removing his fingers once again.
“Reproductive systems,” you moaned.
“Very good,” he whispered, gently massaging your inner thighs, so close to where you wanted him.
“Now, tell me what this is…” Mark’s fingers brushed against your most sensitive bud, circling it slowly. You held back a desperate moan.
“M-Mark, that’s the clitoris…” you whined, grasping at his arm to keep him in place.
“And these?” Mark shifted his fingers to your entrance, rubbing it carefully.
“Those are the v-vestibular glands…” you mumbled, squirming in his hold to get some release.
“You got it,” he murmured. “Now let me give you your reward…”
Mark returned to his teasing, pinching and soothing your sensitive clit with his fingers and licking and biting your pretty neck.
“Mark, I’m gonna—“ you cried out as he pushed you over the edge.
He continued to tease you through your high, reveling in the feeling of you fluttering around his fingers.
He eventually slipped out of you, turning you around in his arms and kissing you gently.
“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” He said, smiling at your satisfied and blissful smile. You quickly buried your face in his shoulder.
“Mark Lee, I can’t believe you did that to me,” you whined, embarrassed, but secretly reeling at how hot that was.
Your boyfriend laughed, pulling you close.
“It helped, didn’t it?” He said, smiling at you. You eventually gave in and met his loving gaze.
“Yes,” you mumbled. “I think I know more than I thought I did.”
“I knew it,” Mark replied, gingerly brushing your unruly hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. “My precious girl. You’re going to be just fine.”
You blushed deeply at his words, and pulled him in for another soft kiss.
“So, do you need any help studying, Mark?”
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Gonna try to write a post batdr sickfic tomorrow (cause I’m sick & want the comfort), so here’s some snippets of ideas I’ve got.
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“Inky, I can’t just stay home, I’ve got deadlines to meet by tonight!”
“Audrey…”
“Why are you so worried? I told you, it’s just a little head cold. I’m fine!”
“…I have seen the results of artists who push themselves beyond their limits, many times. I… You have made yourself more of a concern than any other, in this inky, black heart that you are so convinced I possess…”
“Oh, Inky… I never realized you cared so much. Alright. I suppose they can find someone there to cover for me.”
“…Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, big guy. I hope that eases your worries.”
“More than you would know.”
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The demon switches forms throughout the day to perform different tasks, like getting her medicine or cooking soup for her or supporting her while she wobbles around the house in her feverish state, he’ll use his ink demon form (he may also need to pick her up & return her to bed; she’s got that stubborn streak, after all).
In his toon form, he’ll wordlessly entertain her while she’s in bed & having trouble resting. He’ll do little dances for her, bring his toy trains up on the bed for her to either play with him, or just watch him. He’ll bring her more tissues when she runs out of one box & will help keep her floor clean from any used tissues that missed the trash bin.
He’ll cuddle up to her while she doses (toons can’t catch human illnesses. probably. maybe.). In his toon form, he’ll lay right under her arm, snuggled right up against her, while in his ink demon form, he’ll curl himself up at the foot of her bed as he usually does at night, just to keep a close eye on her (& to keep himself calm as well).
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