#soft!ashton

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In honor of Soft Ashton Thursday

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Just found your blog today and I’m so in love already!! Can’t wait to binge ❤️❤️ could I also request a little soft!ash blurb where after they finish having sex he takes care of the reader while they are in subspace and babbling about how much they love him?? Thanks in advance beautiful 💕

ahh thank you thank you! and ;oweiruawou i’ve been wanting to write a subspace SOMETHING and the fact you chose ashton….be still my heart. thank you i love you. i’ve never been in subspace before but i’ve read other fics involving it and i used that as inspiration but i also get super sleepy after good sex so i kinda used that as well lol i hope it’s good!

donate to my ko-fi here :) –for a trip to disney world I’m going on in March!

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It’s been months since you’d seen Ashton, the tour was finally over and the welcoming was nothing short but heated and passionate. Eager to be close again your clothes landed in a pile in the entryway and he ate you out on the couch before carrying you to the bedroom.

It was intense orgasm after intense orgasm in different positions for making up for lost time. His words were hot in your ear, his hands all over as you explored his body again as well. 

“One more, angel, one for me,” Ashton coaxes you as he works you over again with his fingers. 

You’re whimpering as your eighth or ninth (?) orgasm takes over you and you’re left breathless. Your head feels like it’s swimming and your body is floating. Your eyes are fluttering as you try to watch Ashton clean both of you up and then he’s leaning over you, his strong hand turns your cheek to face him.

“You with me, angel?” he breathes running his fingers through your hair. 

You focus on his eyes which are more of a green right now and you smile. 

“With you,” you hum trying to snuggle into him, “missed you.”

“I missed you too, angel,” he smiles, “did so good for me. Let’s take a bath, hm?”

He helps you walk into the bathroom, he wraps you up in your fluffy robe as he gets the water ready. Your head is still a little loopy and your body is left in tingles as you watch your naked boyfriend draw a bath for you. You’re filled with so much love.

“I heard you the first five times, angel,” he chuckles kneeling in front of you stroking your cheek, “I love you, too.” 

“I said that out loud?” you look up confused and he loves how big and glossy your eyes are.

“You’ve been saying it the whole time, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you pout suddenly filling with guilt that you’ve been repeating yourself. Your lower lip trembles. 

“Hey, hey, no tears, it’s all right,” Ashton hushes you. “You’re still up in the clouds, yeah?”

You nod slowly, enjoying the touch of his fingers on your cheek. 

“The bath’s almost done and you can rest against me, okay?”

He leaves you for a moment and you don’t like his absence, the lack of his warm skin is harsh.

“Okay baby,” he says and you jump into his arms. He giggles helping you into the whirlpool and you sink below the hot water and bubbles. “Woah, woah, c’mere.”

He hops in quickly to pull you to his chest so you don’t accidentally sink to the bottom. He kisses your temple wrapping his arms around your stomach. You sigh against him, enjoying the soft kisses from his lips. 

“We’ll have to go a bit slower next time, yeah? You’re not usually gone this long, angel.”

“I’m okay. I’m being good,” you mumble listening to his heart against your ear.

“You’re so good, my good girl,” he hums.

He continues to talk to you in sweet words until you aren’t floating anymore and you have the best sleep.

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Genre: Parent!sos/Fluff

Pairings: Ashton Irwin/Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Dedicated to: @irwinkitten

Trigger Warnings: n/a

A/N: Merry christmas, beaut! I loved writing this soft dad!ash for you, I hope you enjoy it <3

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Rosie has been glum for days. Which was most unusual, especially given the time of year.

You, Ashton and her little sister Ava, have tried various things to cheer her up. Nothing seems to have worked, though. No amount of games, movies or hot chocolates have helped to bring a smile to her face. 

Yesterday the six-year-old had confessed that she was sad for two reasons: 

She misses her friends now that she has no school for two weeks.

     2. The constant rain keeping her indoors doesn’t feel very ‘Christmassy’.

Ashton seemed particularly moved by your daughter’s admission and had lain awake in bed last night trying to think of ways to cheer her up. When you’d woken up this morning, your husband had already left the house. He’d text you to let you know he’d gone shopping and taken Ava with him. Rosie seemed a little disappointed that she hadn’t been invited on the impromptu trip but you had a sneaking suspicion that wherever they’d gone, it was for Rosie's benefit. 

Your elder daughter had sat in the big armchair near the window, staring forlornly out into the damp garden until Ashton and Ava had returned. Rosie had perked up a little, noticing that they had a whole load of various sized shopping bags with them. 

When asked where they’d been, your three-year-old and your husband simply tapped their noses and asked you to keep Rosie in the living room whilst they set up a surprise.

That had been over two hours ago. During that time, you’ve heard a lot of giggling and what sounds suspiciously like furniture being moved around.

“It sounds like they're having lots of fun.” Rosie sighs, glancing towards the door that leads through to the dining room. 

You couldn’t really argue with her. Whatever Ashton and Ava were doing, certainly didn’t sound like work. “Well I’m sure we’ll find out what they’ve been up to soon enough,sweetheart.” You smile, trying to reassure her. “Why don’t we watch another Disney movie while we wait?”

Rosie shrugs, turning her attention back to the window. It’s still stormy outside and large rain droplets trail across the gleaming glass as you watch. “I wish I could play outside.” 

“Perhaps we can give uncle Calum a call later, we could all get our wellies on and take Duke for a walk?”

Your daughter seems to cheer up a tiny bit at the prospect of getting see one of her favourite uncles and his little pooch. “Duke likes splashing in the puddles with me.” She giggles, her hazel eyes glimmering brighter than they had for days. “He got very muddy last time, though.”

You’re happy to see Rosie display some semblance of a positive emotion and you smile proudly at her. “I’m sure your Uncle Cal won’t mind that much.”

Rosie giggles as she finally slips off of the armchair in favour of joining you on the sofa. “Will Daddy and Ava come, too?”

“I’m sure they will if they finish whatever they’re up to in the dining room.” You reply, cuddling your little girl close. “I have a bad feeling that it’ll involve me cleaning up a lot of mess afterwards!” 

Before rosie can voice any more of her thoughts on her father’s antics, the man in question emerges from the dining room, a proud smile on his handsome face and a giddy looking Ava at his side. “We’re almost ready for you two to see what we’ve been doing!” Ashton announces. “We just have two little things left to do.” He explains, “The first is making lunch, which shouldn’t take me long.” 

“What’s the other thing?” You ask suspiciously, slightly concerned about what your husband is planning. 

“Well that’s the fun part, isn’t it, Ava?” He asks, glancing down at your youngest daughter.

“Onesies!” Ava yells, bouncing up and down on the balls of her tiny feet, her loose brunette curls tumbling haphazardly around her face. 

You exchange a confused glance with Rosie as Ava grabs you both by the hand.

“That’s right.” Ashton chuckles. “You all need to put your onesies on, I’ll join you as soon as I’ve made lunch.” He aims a wink at you before disappearing into the kitchen. 

“C’mon!” Ava urges impatiently. “Onesies!”

“But it’s the middle of the day.” Rosie objects, “We can’t put onesies on, we might be going to walk Duke with uncle Cal.”

Ava shakes her head. “No walks! Onesies and fun!” She shrieks before pulling you and Rosie towards the hallway.

“What have you and Daddy been up to, cheeky?” You ask, lifting your toddler into your arms.

“It’s a secret!” Ava giggles, wriggling out of your hold before you even reach the stairs. “I want my roo!”

Your heart melts at the way your youngest daughter pronounces kangaroo. She’s one of the most adorable little people on the planet, you’re sure of that. 

“Me too.” Rosie smiles, taking her little sister's hand to help her up the stairs.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe that these two perfect little angels are yours. It’s easy to see that a lot of their physical and personality traits are inherited from their father and you couldn’t be more happy about that. 

When the three of you reach the top of the stairs, you watch the girls disappear into their respective rooms before heading to your own. The sound of Ava scurrying into Rosie’s room a moment later, followed by her rather loud request for help getting into her onesie, makes you impossibly more fond of your babies.

It isn’t long until the two little kangaroos come bounding into your room, both giggling excitedly as you finish buttoning up your tiger onesie. “Look at you two, Daddy loves when you wear those!” You smile lovingly. “Shall we go and see if your dad’s finished making lunch?”

Both children nod as they pile back out onto the landing before leading the way downstairs. Ashton’s already waiting for you in the hallway, grinning proudly. “I’m just gonna put by polar bear onesie on, then we’ll be all set for the surprise!” He explains, ruffling Ava’s hair and placing a kiss to the top of rosie’s head. “Wait in the living room, yeah?” He adds to you before pecking a kiss to the end of your nose.

Your curiosity is begging to become unbearable but you do as you’re told regardless, not wanting to ruin Ashton’s surprise.

The girls scurry into the sitting room, bouncing onto the sofa to wait for you. “Is the surprise something fun, Ava?” Rosie asks, her hazel eyes gleaming with excitement. 

Your younger daughter nods so enthusiastically that you’re sure she must feel dizzy afterwards. “So fun!” She squeals, glancing over at you and motioning for you to sit next to her. 

“I’m just gonna tidy up for a minute, you two sit and watch TV until Daddy comes back downstairs, okay?”

Neither of your daughters seem too bothered about your decision not sit with them. They turn back to each other to start a whispered conversation as you begin gathering up the last pair of hot chocolate mugs you’d left on the coffee table a little while ago. Heading into the kitchen, you’re more than a little tempted to take a detour into the dining room to see what the big surprise is. Luckily, the sight of the picnic that Ashton had prepared in the kitchen catches your eye and you examine the delicious looking snacks before cleaning the mugs in the sink.

Before you’ve finished the washing up, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. “You’re meant to be making sure the girls stay in the living room.” Ashton whispers, placing a kiss to your cheek. 

“I was tidying up!” You reply, giggling a little at the way his stubble tickles your face. “We can’t both be the fun parents! One of us has to do the boring stuff.”

“Well there’s nothing boring about what I have planned for us later.” Your husband growls suggestively into your ear. “This surprise is half designed to tire the girls out so that they’ll go to bed quickly tonight.”

“Ohh you want us to have an early night of our own, huh?” You ask, turning in Ashton’s arms to face him. “I like that plan, Mr Irwin.” You stretch up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing the thoughts of what the two of you might get up to later, fill your mind for a little while.

A loud “Eww!” disrupts your blissful moment with Ashton and the two of you break apart to see both of your daughters standing at the kitchen door, disgruntled expressions set on their cute little faces.

“Don’t ‘eww’ at us, you little kangaroos!” Ashton laughs. “One day you might fall in love and then I’ll creep up behind you and make pukey noises when you kiss them!”

The girls share a sceptical glance as though very the thought of falling in love is the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever heard. You kind of hope they keep that view for a while so that they can stay as your little babies for a long as possible.

“Can we have the surprise now?” Rosie asks, choosing to mostly ignore her father’s words. 

“I just have to go and set the picnic up in the dining room.” Ashton replies, the excitement in his beautiful hazel eyes almost matching that of his daughters’. “You wanna carry in that little tray of cakes for me, Ava?” He adds nodding to said tray on the countertop.

Your youngest daughter makes grabby hands for the cakes before you pass them down to her. Rosie comes over to cuddle into your side as Ashton and Ava make a couple more trips in and out of the kitchen to carry the picnic into the dining room bit-by-bit.

Once the last couple of plates and the jug of juice have been carried out of the kitchen, Rosie begins to bounce excitedly on the balls of her feet. “When can we go in?” She asks impatiently.

Before you can even reply, your husband yells that the two of you can come to the dining room. It’s entirely possible that you’re just as excited and curious as your six-year-old as you take Rosie’s hand and lead the way out of the kitchen. 

The two of you hear a Christmas tune playing as you make your way to the dining room. Some strange lights seem to drift past the open doorway and your confusion builds until Rosie loses her patience and breaks into a little run, pulling you closer to the room in question.

As soon as the two of you enter the dining room, Ava and Ashton yell “surprise!” in unison, gesturing around the room to encourage you take in all of the details.

It’s immediately obvious how much effort your husband and youngest daughter have put into the mini winter wonderland they’ve created. It’s hard to hold back a happy tear or two as you watch Rosie’s face light up with the biggest smile you’d seen her make in days. 

Ava steps forward to take Rosie’s hand, instantly dragging her around the room to look at all of the different little details. 

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Mr Irwin.” You gasp, glancing around the room, struggling to take it all in. 

You assume that your dining table and chairs have been stacked behind the black sheet that Ashton has hung from the ceiling. It doubles as a backdrop for the pretty snowflake shaped lights that you realise are being generated by a little projector that he’d set on the floor in the opposite corner of the room. Other types of fake snow including a fluffy ‘snow blanket’ and some of the powdered type cover various  patches of your beloved hardwood floors. It’s hard to care too much about the inevitable tidying and vacuuming you’ll have to do later, when your tired old dining room looks so beautiful.

“We used the old tree!” Ava beams, pointing at the dishevelled little old Christmas tree in the corner. You’d meant to throw it out after you took it down after last Christmas, but you’d forgotten. Suddenly, you’ve never been more gland that Ashton had piled clutter in front of it throughout the year so you’d never remembered to get rid of it. Even though it’s quite a small tree, it looks incredibly pretty, decorated with this year’s surplus ornaments and baubles that hadn’t made it onto your main tree in the sitting room, along with some mismatched tinsel and cheap fairy lights that Ashton must have purchased this morning.

“It looks so pretty!” Rosie squeals! “I love all the snow too!” 

Ashton smiles proudly, scooping his eldest daughter up into his arms and kissing her cheek. “Has it cheered you up, princess?” He asks fondly?”

Rosie nods as she throws her arms around her dad’s neck. “Thank you Daddy!”

“And thank you Ava!” You add, ruffling your youngest daughter’s hair. “But can we eat now, I’m a very hungry tiger!”

Both of your children giggle as Ashton puts Rosie down so that she can lead the way to the little picnic he’d set out on a blanket and surrounded with comfy cushions for you all to sit on.

“The best thing about having an indoor picnic, is that we can wear our onesies and enjoy all of this snow whilst still being toasty and warm!” Ashton explains, plonking himself onto the biggest cushion. 

The girls agree enthusiastically as they settle down on either side of him. You don’t think that your heart has ever felt this full before. As you watch your husband, dressed in his comical polar bear onesie place some sandwiches on little plastic plates for your two little kangaroos, you feel like you’ve never been happier.

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Soft Ashton Thursday Post

[talkfastromance4]

I know your requests are closed. But I’m currently in the midst of a depressive rage. So if you could give me some fluffy Ash comforting a girl who hides her sadness behind rage, much obliged.

i’m sorry you were going through that :( i hope fluffy ash helps and you’re feeling better sweets❤

donate to my ko-fi here :) –for a trip to disney world I’m going on in March!

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You’d been short with everyone all day, your voice clipped and laced with forced control. Every little thing set you off and you couldn’t help it if you tried. You were angry yet sad and couldn’t explain exactly how it worked but you didn’t have to explain it to anyone. You felt what you felt and all you wanted to do was go home and take a hot shower then crawl into a burrito of blankets. 

You checked the clock every half hour until it was finally time to go home. You blasted music that made you feel something, the hard notes and wailing lyrics helped you a little as you belted it out but you were still simmering. 

You vaguely noticed you slammed the car door and the front door a little too hard but you didn’t care. The only thing on your mind was the hot shower. The keys were thrown on the table inevitably falling off and onto the floor. Your purse tumbled on the table and you kicked your shoes off, they hit the wall. 

“Hey, hey, what’s goin’ on?” Ashton asks peeking up from the couch. 

“Bad day,” you grumble and without a glance to him, you stomp upstairs slamming the door behind you.

You continue to get the shower ready, slamming the dresser drawer after you’ve got your pajamas. Slamming the closet door after getting your towel. Your anger is rising and bubbling and you feel it choking you as a big lump of emotion in your throat which you finally release once you’re under the scalding water.

You cry angry tears into your fist, slapping the shower wall to release your overcrowding emotions. You hate crying at everything and angry tears are the worst because you’re gasping for breath. 

Suddenly you feel familiar strong arms encase you from behind, you try to shove Ashton away, digging your elbows into his chest but his hold is tight. His fingers hold onto your wrists and you feel his lips on your neck.

“It’s me, you’re all right. I’m not letting go until you let it all out, angel,” he murmurs on your skin.

You collapse against him and just bawl your eyes out, your nails are probably digging into his skin but he doesn’t show it. He sways you from side to side murmuring assuring words and soft kisses to your skin as the water falls on you both. 

Between hiccups and deep breaths your body relaxes and Ashton presses his cheek to yours. “Better now?”

You nod weakly and Ashton shifts you in his arms leaning you against the shower wall. He pulls your hair from your face and rubs your trembling lower lip.

“What happened?” he asks softly. 

“Nothing. Everything,” you sniff. 

He purses his lips then nods. He goes into self-care mode and washes your hair, your body then towels you off until you’re dry. He brushes your hair and gives you your favorite t-shirt of his to sleep in. He wraps you up in your favorite fuzzy blanket then cuddles you while you both silently watch Disney movies and you’re sound asleep in his strong safe arms.

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Are you still doing does prompt blurb things can you please do 20 and 21 with Ashton? If not, I love your writing!!!!😊💞

B20 “You’re my new pillow.”

B21 “Can I rub your back?”

Your relationship with Ashton was quite often described by others as ‘hot and heavy’. Sure... the two of you were fairly sexual people and you’d never felt the need to hide your attraction to each other, even it did make your friends a little uncomfortable sometimes.

All of that didn’t mean that you avoided the softer side of love, though. In fact, nights like this were one of the things you’d often look forward to.

Ashton had come over to your apartment after work, bearing pizza and wine. You’d supplied the blanket and the movie, completing the absolute perfect night in.

Now that the movie was almost over and the wine had made you feel pleasantly warm and fuzzy, you felt more comfortable and relaxed than you had done in days.

You hummed contentedly as you rested your head on Ashton’s chest, his arm slung casually around your shoulders.

“Ugh I don’t want this movie to end.” Ashton sighed, dropping a kiss into your hair. “‘Cause then we have to move and I’m way too comfy to move...”

“We definitely can’t go anywhere yet.” You giggled. “You’re so comfortable to lie on! You’re actually my new pillow.”

Ashton chuckled, cuddling you even closer. “All of that effort I put in to satisfying you in every way and all I ever had to do really is lay still while you rest your head on my chest.”

Nodding, you tangled your fingers in his t-shirt and hooked your leg around one of his. “I never said you couldn’t make it even better...” you teased.

“Yeah?” Ashton asked, raising an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind.”

You smirked, tilting your head up so that he could clearly see your facial expression. “Why don’t you guess?”

“Please tell me you meant that to sound like we can fuck.” He replied, his cheeky smile lighting up his face. “Because I’d really like that.”

Rolling your eyes you clicked your tongue, reprimanding him softly. “Slow down, you horny shit.” You huffed, “I’m enjoying our little relaxation time, fucking can wait until we go to bed.”

Ashton pouted, his plump bottom lip jutting out comically as he widened his eyes and made the most exaggerated ‘sad puppy’ face that he could.

“Don’t give me those big sad eyes, Irwin.” You giggled. “We have more than enough sex! I just wanna enjoy being close to you in a romantic way for a little while.”

Your boyfriend sighed before jokingly complaining that it’s been almost 24 hours since the two of you had fucked. “That might be the longest we’ve gone since we started dating.” He gasped, his voice full of faux horror.

“I’m sure you can survive another half hour, Ash.” You reply in a mocking tone. “The only contact allowed until bed time is my head on your chest.”

“Fine, I can live with that.” Ashton conceded. “As long as we can do that thing I like when we go to bed...”

You tilt your head again, just in time to see Ashton wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “You know how much we both enjoyed it last time.” He insisted. “I think that was when the neighbours complained, remember?”

Laughing at the memory, you felt your cheeks heat up in a blush as you slapped Ashton’s chest lightly. “Behave, Ashton, or you won’t get anything...”

Your boyfriend sighed as he finally returned his gaze to the TV. “I know you said no more contact.” He ventured, his voice sounding just mischievous enough to make you think that what will follow was bound to be quite a filthy suggestion, or at least a cheeky insinuation. “But, can I rub your back, at least?”

You could hear the smirk in Ashton’s voice, so you knew he’d meant to make you think he was going to suggest something sexual. “Yes you can, actually...” you reply, determined to make him wait for sex. “If your hands venture any lower than my back, though, your dick will remain very much unsucked tonight.”l

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I’m 200% here to talk about soft!Ash because, personally, I don’t think he gets enough love. 😍

Soft!Ashton most likely comes through in making a routine with a partner. I don't think Ashton is the type to be overtly romantic unless it's a special occasion. I see him kind of bringing softness/love into the everyday. 

Making breakfast with his partner half-naked, soft touches as they both get ready to leave the house for the day, sneaking a kiss whenever he can. I think he is very similar interested friendship in the way that he is in a relationship! He would want to be with some that can be independent, invested, and stable on their own. But mixing that with a physically intense bond and his individual body melding with yours would be an interesting thing.

His softness comes from humor and vulnerability. 

He would notice you in ways that you wouldn't always see--pointing to aspects of your personality that made him appreciate you that much more. 

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Window Seat

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 867

Trigger warnings: n/a

A/N: I wanted to start writing some autumn themed fics and this came to mind. I’m dedicating it to my Laura @irwinkitten ❤️ I hope it makes you smile, lovely! 💕

Contentment.

That was the only word you could think of to describe the feeling flooding through you. You were so comfortable, that an unconscious smile had curled your lips. You only knew it was there because you caught your reflection in the glass you were leaning against.

The window seat you’d insisted on when renovating your new home, was undoubtedly the best idea you’d had. The cushions were so soft and fluffy beneath you and it provided a lovely view of your quiet suburban street outside.

Your husband, Ashton probably wouldn’t ever have admitted it to you, but he was enjoying the little reading nook as much as you were. He was nestled in the cushions opposite you, his legs lazily intertwined with yours in the centre of the seat.

The bedroom was so quiet around you. The only sounds were the gentle pitter patter of the light rain against the window and the occasional rustling of paper whenever you or Ashton turned a page of your books.

Once you’d finished your current chapter you take a break to glance out of the window. The rain shower didn’t look too heavy, it was just enough to cover the street outside in a fine, hazy mist. As you watched the world go by for a few moments, a fresh gust of wind blew a flurry of the colourful leaves off of the trees lining the pavement in front of your house.

Ashton let out a quite giggle, drawing your attention back into the room. You’ve always adored how your husband’s cheeks dimple and the way his beautiful hazel eyes seem sparkle when he laughs. He just looks particularly gorgeous today. There were no worry lines marring his face and his shoulders were free of tension for once. It didn’t matter that his crimson hair dye had faded to practically nothing. The burnt orange colour that clung to the ends of his brunette waves were enough to remind you of his brief colourful phase.

“You enjoying your new book, sweetheart?” You asked fondly, stroking Ashton’s thigh gently with your bare foot through his grey sweats.

Ashton nodded, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses back up his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet yours. “How about you, darling?” He counters, “is your book good?”

“Yeah,” you replied holding his gaze steadily. “I think I need to rest my eyes for a bit now, though.”

Ashton raised an eyebrow as a smirk curved his lips. “Yeah?” He asked. “Wanna cuddle for a bit to pass the time?”

There was no need to answer verbally. You grinned widely as you scrambled across the cushioned bench and into Ashton’s lap, cuddling into his chest. His oversized, fluffy sweater added an extra layer of warmth and familiarity to the embrace as he wrapped you up in his strong arms.

You often made fun of Ashton’s ‘old man’ jumpers but on lazy, chilly days like today, they didn’t seem so bad at all. “You’re so comfy.” You mumbled into his chest. “I could just fall asleep like this.”

Ashton hummed in response. “I must admit this window seat at was a good idea, darling.” He sighed contentedly. “It’s way comfier than I expected.”

You giggled as you curled up into a tighter ball in your husband’s lap. “That’s why you should always trust my decorating suggestions.”

Ashton scoffed, playfully tickling your sides through your hooded sweater. “This was the only good idea you had!” He laughed as you squealed and kicked your legs. “I’m definitely never gonna recover from your suggestion that we should buy that hideous painting of the cat with the squished face from that charity shop!”

When he finally stopped tickling you, you slapped your husband playfully on the shoulder. “I’m just gonna sneakily buy it when you’re not with me.” You huffed, still trying to catch your breath. “Maybe I’ll get those little ornaments of the kittens wearing dungarees, too! I know you loved those even more.”

Ashton scrunched up his nose in distaste. “If you do that, I’m divorcing you!” He deadpanned, simultaneously hugging you tighter as though his body wouldn’t even allow his brain to joke about that.

“You could never live without me.” You smirked smugly. “I think you’d allow me to fill the house with real cats, even though you’re allergic, if it meant you could stay married to me forever.” You nuzzled his nose with your own before pecking a kiss to his lip. “You love me and you’ll just have to live with that, because I’m going nowhere and neither is my love for cats...”

Ashton rolled his eyes fondly and gently combed his fingers through your hair as he rested his forehead against yours. “You know me too well, darling.” He giggled, “you might have to get your feline fix by going to that cat cafe with michael every few weeks, though. I don’t think my allergy is going anywhere either, unfortunately.”

You snuggled back into Ashton, resting you head on his shoulder. “I can cope with that...” You replied honestly. There’s nothing in the world that could make you love Ashton any less, even if you do have to live without a pet cat.

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